The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 457 - 269 Feng Jiu to the Rescue

Chapter 457: Chapter 269 Feng Jiu to the Rescue

"Senior Si is ranked second on the renown list of martial artists, and his fame spreads far and wide. If he were to go on the rescue mission, Young Master Yu might flee upon hearing the wind. But it’s quite different for me. Although I am in the Divine Origin Realm, I rarely take action, so Young Master Yu will only look down on me as a bookish nerd with no real combat experience and won’t see me as a threat at all."

Feng Jiu whispered to Feng Chaonan and Si Haofeng.

"But, Ninth Prince, you must think carefully. Without Tributor Ou by your side, if something were to go wrong, I’m afraid that—"

Si Haofeng didn’t finish his sentence, but Feng Jiu knew what he meant.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu simply smiled faintly, "Where my Dao lies, even if I face ten thousand foes, I will make my way. Isn’t this phrase also from the mouth of the sub-saint originating from our Mountain River Academy?"

"I have spoken too much," Si Haofeng said with seriousness.

Since Feng Jiu even quoted such a saying, it clearly showed his resolve was set, and further persuasion by Si Haofeng would be futile.

"This time, I must take Young Master Yu’s life to pay tribute to the countless lost souls," Feng Jiu declared solemnly.

After speaking, he moved swiftly, charging directly into the thick fog.

"Members of the Azure Dragon Association, cease your insolence!"

Midair, Feng Jiu thrust out a palm, with Vast Righteous Qi filling his palm force, sending out an overpowering and powerful force on cue.

He was using the ’Long Sky Divine Palm’ created by Daqian Ancestor Ji Muqing years ago.

This move fully displayed the tyrannical nature of remaking the old mountains and rivers, matching Feng Jiu’s style perfectly, which made it, besides the Heavenly Repair Tribulation Hand, the martial art he was most adept with.

The biting palm wind dispersed the man-made fog, and without halting, Feng Jiu’s palm force struck from afar, landing on a Demon Blade Guard who was about to strike at the carriage.

The tyrannical palm force struck the guard’s back squarely. Though the Demon Blade Guards had reached the True Energy of the Divine Origin Realm through the Absorption Technique and the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, they were still Innate Realm martial artists by nature. Suffering from Feng Jiu’s palm, their bodies bent backwards, spines shattered, and they died instantly on the spot.

"It’s Ninth Brother," Feng Chuhuan exclaimed joyfully.

At that moment, she no longer cared about how familiar she was with Feng Jiu; in the face of life and death, the arrival of a savior from the heavens made her call out the intimate name "Ninth Brother".

However, Si Qingwei, watching Feng Jiu, had a hint of suspicion in her eyes, besides the joy of possible rescue.

Although the scenery of Fenglai Mountain was beautiful, and it had considerable connection with the Feng Family, its location was remote. Feng Jiu’s sudden appearance on this mountain path, precisely when they were in peril, inevitably aroused suspicions of the Si Family’s young mistress.

"Sister Qingwei, look, Ninth Brother is so powerful."

Feng Chuhuan didn’t have so many concerns. Seeing Feng Jiu’s palms move, one assassin after another from the Azure Dragon Association fell, she cheered in excitement, tugging at Si Qingwei’s arm and shouting loudly.

"Mmm, indeed very powerful."

Hearing this, Si Qingwei watched Feng Jiu’s majestic figure amidst the flying palm shadows, and a flicker of appreciation crossed her eyes.

Regardless of whether Ninth Prince had come with intention or not, at least his strength could be ranked first amongst all princes of Northern Zhou.

Excluding the deceased Eldest Prince, out of the twelve remaining princes, only Feng Jiu had broken through to the Divine Origin Realm. Even the Eighth Prince Feng Qiwu, whom she admired and who had studied under Dean Zhuge of Mountain River Academy for many years, was still struggling at the Innate Nine Layers, facing a bottleneck and finding it difficult to advance to the Divine Origin.

"Feng Jiu’s embodiment of Vast Righteous Qi is unparalleled among his peers," also praised Si Haofeng, who was hiding not far away.

He had realized that he might have been too prejudiced against Feng Jiu in the past, believing that Feng Jiu had compromised with the Cangsheng Sect because of Meng De and had an inferior character. He thought Feng Jiu’s strength in the Divine Origin Realm would surely be at the bottom.

Now, however, looking at Feng Jiu’s progress, just over a year into the Divine Origin Realm, his strength was already so profound. This was hardly a sign of an inferior character; it was excessively good.

Moreover, his recent actions, stepping forward to protect, had greatly increased his favor in Si Haofeng’s heart.

’If only Chaonan had half the kindness of Feng Jiu...’ Si Haofeng looked helplessly at Feng Chaonan beside him and sighed in his heart.

If Feng Chaonan possessed half the kindness of Feng Jiu, Si Haofeng, as his uncle, would risk his life to help him ascend to the throne and fulfill his wishes.

Unfortunately, Feng Chaonan was far from kind. If it wasn’t because he was his own nephew, the only son of his sister, Si Haofeng would have long since killed this curse with a single palm strike.

However...

Feng Chaonan was out of the question, but Feng Jiu could be considered. Si Haofeng’s eyes shone as he stared at Feng Jiu defending the carriage, deciding in his heart: to help Feng Jiu.

Perhaps the equally acclaimed ’Gentleman’ Feng Qiwu was also a good choice, but considering the grudge between his sister and his nephew and Feng Qiwu, if Feng Qiwu succeeded to the throne, the Si Family would have made the right investment, but his sister and nephew would no doubt be used as sacrificial pieces.

But if it were Feng Jiu, things would be different. Feng Jiu didn’t have a mother who made enemies with Concubine Si and her son; he also had a period of amicable coexistence with Feng Chaonan. If he were to succeed, Feng Chaonan and Concubine Si would at least preserve their lives.

Just as Si Haofeng made up his mind, nearby the carriage, Feng Jiu had dealt with the last of the Demon Blade Guards.

Although he was injured by the final few Demon Blade Guards, who had strengthened themselves with the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, and the Avici Dao Three Swords, leaving four dark cuts on his body, Feng Jiu was in the prime of his youth. His vitality was worlds apart from that of Uncle Lin, so these four cuts were still within his capacity to endure.

"What a Feng Jiu, to think he could kill my Demon Blade Guards," came the overlapping voices, along with the signature bronze mask. The Dragon Head Young Master Yu of the Azure Dragon Association finally made his entrance.

"Young Master Yu, you’ve finally shown yourself," Feng Jiu revealed a pleased smile.

Without further ado, Si Haofeng, not far away, instantly leaped out using the supreme Qinggong of the Confucian sect, the Ten Thousand Miles Traveling, while still in mid-air, endless Qi Force spread out from him, creating a strong gust and rushing towards the now-visible "Young Master Yu".

"Vast righteous Qi, the resolute Gentleman Wind."

Si Haofeng’s body was surrounded by ascending white Vast Righteous Qi, transforming into immeasurable gusts of wind, completely engulfing Young Master Yu within.

This wind was mighty and sharp, carrying with it the essence of Extreme Yang, open and aboveboard.

Gentleman Wind.

The Martial Arts created by Si Haofeng embodied the character of a gentleman, the virtues of a gentleman, and the punishment for the base.

"Boom, boom—"

The gust of wind battered Young Master Yu’s figure, completely veiling him, but within it, powerful sounds of impact echoed.

"Si Haofeng, ranked second on the people’s list, you are indeed nothing more," the rounded and clear Qi Shield burst out from the gust of wind, Young Master Yu suddenly shouted, "All Rivers Return to the Sea."

The powerful Heavenly Gang Child Skill’s Qi Force expanded explosively, pushing back the surrounding gusts of wind, making it difficult to approach him.

"This..." Si Haofeng landed from mid-air, his face unable to hide his astonishment, "What an immense amount of True Energy, it’s like an ocean."