Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 190: Crisis-ridden China

Chapter 190: Crisis-ridden China

"Young Master Ye, please have some tea!"

Chen Yifeng, lacking any pretension of a martial arts senior, pushed a cup of tea towards Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu lifted the tea cup to his nose and sniffed, saying, "Tieguanyin, fine tea."

A flash of surprise crossed Chen Yifeng’s eyes as he said, "Young Master Ye knows about tea?"

Ye Qiu shook his head, he only knew a little bit.

The old colorhead loved to drink tea, but he seldom drank this kind of Tieguanyin, preferring Da Hong Pao instead. Whenever he got those tiny few ounces of Da Hong Pao, he could be happy for half a month.

"Tieguanyin is fragrant and rich in flavor, with a natural orchid aroma. It was Wang Shirang who brought it to the court back then, gaining Emperor Qianlong’s appreciation and the bestowed name Tieguanyin," Chen Yifeng said lightly.

Ye Qiu didn’t know what this martial arts senior, who appointed himself to arbitrate, really meant, avoiding the topic of the earlier incident and not discussing the reasons for his summoning here.

"Tea soothes the mind; since ancient times, scholars and poets have loved tea, and even we martial artists are fond of it," Chen Yifeng stated, speaking in perplexing riddles. The martial artists behind him remained silent, not daring to interrupt his speech.

"However, tea is no longer unique to Huaxia; it is coveted by the world. Everyone wants a share of Huaxia’s heritage, wanting to claim it for themselves."

At this point, Chen Yifeng placed his tea cup back on the tea table.

"I wonder what the senior is trying to say?" Ye Qiu, not wanting to listen to cryptic puzzles, took the initiative to get to the point.

"In the vast Huaxia, dangers lurk everywhere; how can we in the martial arts community remain morally intact?"

"By now, someone has already struck against our people, undoubtedly aiming to sever the roots of Huaxia."

"Senior, who do you think is responsible?" Ye Qiu asked calmly.

Chen Yifeng looked around at everyone and said, "At first, I focused on our own martial artists, and even you, Young Master Ye, were under suspicion."

"From what the senior implies, you no longer suspect me?" Ye Qiu asked with a faint smile.

"Actually, I just witnessed you making a move. Your moves are clean and concise, your skills concentrating in your hands. It’s apparent you only showed a fraction of your ability. I’m surprised and don’t know who trained such a martial arts prodigy as you, but undoubtedly, they succeeded. At such a young age, you’ve already reached a level that surpasses many of our goals in the martial arts community."

"You are mysterious, even with an unknown origin, like a person who appeared out of nowhere, but I believe you are definitely not the murderer of those martial fellows."

"Is the senior so certain?" Ye Qiu inquired.

"The murderer uses a sword, and is a master of Sword Dao. A swordsman will inevitably have calluses on his thumb and index finger, but you don’t have any. When you picked up the tea cup just now, there were no calluses on either of your hands, proving you don’t practice swordsmanship, let alone use a sword to kill," Chen Yifeng gave his answer.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but give this martial arts senior a thumbs up—so observant, and only such an experienced individual could be so meticulous.

"Since the senior also thinks it isn’t my doing, I will take my leave," Ye Qiu said as he stood up, preparing to leave.

"Does Young Master Ye intend to stay out of it?" Chen Yifeng’s words made Ye Qiu halt his steps.

"Do I have a choice?" Ye Qiu left a profoundly meaningful remark, and without turning back, left Zhonggu Tang.

"Senior, are we just letting him go?" someone asked, wanting to bring back Ye Qiu.

Chen Yifeng waved his hand, offered no explanations, but slowly said, "Being part of this world, wanting to escape all troubles is not easy. Although he has left, he can never truly leave this world, this martial arts community."

...

Since that night he had crossed hands with Ye Qiu, Fujikawa Ueno fled like a startled rabbit.

After returning to his residence, Fujikawa Ueno took off his black garments and changed into normal clothes.

Ye Qiu’s skills had completely taken him by surprise. He had thought he could kill a martial arts genius from China, but unfortunately, he had failed in the end.

Ye Qiu’s Eagle Snake Xuan Hand, glimpsed only briefly, posed a huge threat to Fujikawa Ueno. If it hadn’t been for the sword in his hand, he would have likely fallen to Ye Qiu.

"Why does my country of the rising sun not have such martial arts geniuses?" Fujikawa Ueno shattered the floor with a palm strike, his frustration unable to dissipate. Having become a grandmaster of karate, he had never tasted defeat until that day, when he nearly fell at the hand of a young man, which was extremely vexing.

Could it be that the heavens favor China, making it a land of abundant talents?

Fujikawa Ueno glanced at the totem of the Fujikawa clan that he worshipped, the Eight-Headed Serpent!

Why did the serpent god not shine its divine light on his Fujikawa clan? Fujikawa Ueno, agitated, picked up his sword again and practiced his swordsmanship in the room.

Before long, someone arrived at Fujikawa Ueno’s residence.

As Fujikawa Ueno’s pupil, Cui Zisong noticed his teacher’s mood had been off these past days. Seeing someone come to visit his teacher, he immediately reported this to Fujikawa Ueno.

The visitor was Sato Tsuru, who, like Fujikawa Ueno, came from the land of the rising sun.

"Fujikawa-san, it’s been a few days. You don’t look well," Sato Tsuru observed Fujikawa Ueno’s face and couldn’t help but speak.

"Could it be that your actions were hindered?"

Fujikawa Ueno did not answer but asked instead, "What brings you here this time, Sato-san?"

With a slight smile, Sato Tsuru said, "This time, naturally, I bring good news for Fujikawa-san."

Saying so, Sato Tsuru placed a package in front of Fujikawa Ueno.

"What is this?"

Sato Tsuru opened the package and said, "This contains kung fu manuscripts that I managed to acquire from many schools, hoping it might be of help to you, Sato-san."

Fujikawa Ueno casually picked up one of the books, glanced over its contents, and was instantly engrossed. He immediately said, "Thank you for the great gift, Sato-san. With these, I’ll have a deeper understanding of the skills of martial artists from China, and it will be easier to deal with them."

Fujikawa Ueno had always wanted the kung fu secrets of China, and now he finally had his wish fulfilled. Even though these were not the most precious legacy techniques, for someone like Fujikawa Ueno who constantly explored martial arts, these were akin to new dishes.

Chinese martial arts are profound and vast. To defeat these martial artists, one must first understand them to successfully eliminate them.

With these kung fu manuscripts now in hand, Fujikawa Ueno could focus on studying them for a while. Whether he could devise a technique to counter Ye Qiu’s move, his next move would definitely be certain.

This emerging monster from China, he definitely had to kill him.

As for the "top ten owls," he would kill them one by one, until he had eradicated the martial arts of China of any outstanding successors. Only then would Fujikawa Ueno’s mission be complete, at which time the entire land of China would be consumed by his land of the rising sun.

Without these martial artists, there would be nothing to stop the rise and expansion of the land of the rising sun.

The land of the rising sun is the true master of this land!

Ambition flickered in Fujikawa Ueno’s eyes, fiery and all-consuming.