The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 459 - 271: The New Gong Ziyu

Chapter 459: Chapter 271: The New Gong Ziyu

The Flame Feather Blade danced through the air, each piece piercing through the body of "Young Master Yu," extinguishing his vitality completely.

Despite the Phoenix Wings, a secret weapon of the Northern Zhou Feng Family, only possessing the destructive power of the Divine Origin Realm, it was exactly what was needed for "Young Master Yu" at that time.

After his body was riddled like a sieve, flames surged up again, enveloping the notorious head of the assassins within the blaze.

"My..."

Insanely, Feng Chaonan rushed over, reached into the flames, and removed the bronze mask that covered "Young Master Yu’s" face.

Whether intentional or not, not a single Flame Feather Blade had struck the bronze mask.

Moreover, the material of this bronze mask was extraordinary. When Feng Chaonan removed it from the flames, it still emitted traces of chill, untouched by the scorching heat of the fire.

With trembling hands, Feng Chaonan placed the cold bronze mask on his face, then, looking up to the sky...

"Ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha..."

He laughed maniacally.

"Zhang Qian Ding has already taken control of all the intelligence within the Azure Dragon Association. Inside, all the assassins are brainwashed by Young Master Yu, recognizing the mask but not the person. As long as I have this specially made bronze mask, I am Young Master Yu, and the Azure Dragon Association..."

Feng Chaonan spread his arms wide, tilting his head back to stare straight at the sky, suddenly yelling, "is mine now..."

"Mine now..."

"Now..."

His voice echoed through the mountains, and at that moment, Feng Chaonan completely lost his sanity.

Now that the most notorious assassin organization, Azure Dragon Association, next only to the mysterious Doomed Hall in worldly society, had fallen into his own hands, how could Feng Chaonan not rejoice, not go mad.

With the Azure Dragon Association in his grasp, those assassins would serve him loyally; it was an absolute dagger, ready to eliminate all dissenters for Feng Chaonan.

"Yes, you are Young Master Yu." On top of the mountain, Qing Yu, watching the new owner of the bronze mask, smiled.

The one wearing the mask, he is Young Master Yu. Now, Feng Chaonan is Young Master Yu.

"The true identity of Young Master Yu needs to be shocking, yet plausible. Compared to a Taoist from the Zhenwu Sect like Qing Yu, who bloomed briefly and died early, people are more willing to believe that the Sixth Prince of Northern Zhou, Feng Chaonan, is the Dragon Head Young Master Yu.

What does it matter if Lu Qifeng reveals my identity? The role of Young Master Yu already has an owner."

This world, after all, has few clear-sighted people; the masses prefer to believe what they wish to believe.

Feng Chaonan, he is the Young Master Yu they choose to believe.

As long as the identity of Young Master Yu is firmly associated with Feng Chaonan, even if the Six Gates and Dragon Tiger Mountain know Qing Yu’s identity, they do not have the evidence to prove it.

Moreover, rumors had long circulated linking Young Master Yu with the prince of Northern Zhou; Qiao Baixuan and the discarded Zhang Yuanfeng could testify to this, and when Feng Chaonan’s identity is revealed, it will only lead to the onlookers feeling, "Indeed, it is so."

And Qing Yu needed just that.

"Just make sure the facade is well maintained, the rest, ultimately, is determined by strength."

The identity of Qing Yu relates to future plans; it’s best not to be tainted with any infamy, being too weak in the past, relying on the power of the Six Gates, leaving himself vulnerable.

But now it was different, Qing Yu was now seasoned, with nothing left but to advance.

Watching the distant figure of Feng Chaonan, who had awoken in excitement, Qing Yu said with a smile, "Just like that, Feng Chaonan, proceed in the name of Young Master Yu—and then go meet your death."

In a light laugh, Qing Yu’s figure disappeared with the wind, vanishing into nothingness.

No one knew that right there, the old Young Master Yu watched the birth of the new Young Master Yu.

Meanwhile, not far away, Si Haofeng heard a crazed laughter and the frenzied shout of "It’s mine!" and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

"Senior Si..." Feng Jiu said, his face full of worry.

Both he and Si Haofeng were warriors of the Divine Origin Realm, sharp in hearing and sight. Though the distance was significant, they could not be fooled by the noise from that place.

They naturally knew about the death and birth of Young Master Yu.

"Alas," Si Haofeng sighed again, "if it really comes to it, I’ll handle it."

That was all he could say.

Si Haofeng, upright all his life, had familial love as his greatest weakness.

"I hope the Sixth Prince does not repeat his mistakes," Feng Jiu also sighed deeply, a gleam of tears flashing in his eyes.

At that moment, Si Qingwei and Feng Chuhuan walked over gracefully.

"Uncle, and Ninth Prince, thank you for saving us," the Si family’s young miss said as she gave them a bow of gratitude.

Facing a life-and-death crisis, this young lady of the Si family could calm down quickly and keep her etiquette intact—it had to be said that she was not just for show.

"Ninth Brother, you’re so amazing!"

Compared to Si Qingwei, Feng Chuhuan was much more familiar, jumping right next to Feng Jiu and clinging to his arm with an admiring look.

Feng Jiu had just descended like a Heavenly God, defeating those hideous Demon Blade Guards and rescuing her from dire straits, which instantly made the inexperienced Feng Chuhuan develop a great admiration for him.

"If the Fourteenth Imperial Sister could unleash her true strength, perhaps she wouldn’t need her brother’s help," Feng Jiu said sternly, trying to teach her.

His words were somewhat exaggerated. Though Feng Chuhuan had powerful guides in the Divinity Realm and the support of the Imperial Family resources, her current level was only at the Innate Eighth Layer, hardly a match for the Demon Blade Guards, who had absorbed a far greater amount of True Energy and were boosted by the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique.

However, the frightened shivering she had shown earlier indeed lost face for someone of the Innate Eighth Layer.

Feng Chuhuan knew her performance was slightly embarrassing, her cheeks flushed slightly as she retorted, "Ninth Brother~"

’Are we that close?’ Feng Jiu thought, watching her act like a little girl, somewhat baffled.

Although he and Feng Chuhuan were siblings, they were like strangers who only knew each other’s names. Now the familiarity she showed, sorry, but Feng Jiu had no clue when that had developed.

Si Qingwei, standing to the side, was also quietly observing Feng Jiu.

The earlier miraculous rescue had its effect, and although Si Qingwei was a bit skeptical about how coincidental it was, with her uncle there, her doubts had lessened considerably.

Additionally, the Bewitching Technique Feng Jiu had discreetly used was still effective, so the young miss of the Si family held him in quite high regard.

’It seems, with Si Qingwei, I also have a chance,’ thought Feng Jiu, as a warrior of the Divine Origin Realm, certainly not missing Si Qingwei’s covert glances.

Although he could not yet compare to Feng Qiwu in her heart, Feng Jiu felt he still had a shot.

And besides...

Feng Jiu’s eyes darkly riveted towards the distant direction of Fenglai Mountain, ’The affairs of prominent families’ scions are sometimes not for them to decide.’

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