Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 162 - 23: Begin

Chapter 162: Chapter 23: Begin

"Sīxián, you first go to see Master Ding and ensure Master Ding’s safety!"

Pei Zeqi instructed, his eyes flashing with a hint of severity.

Hong Weiqing, neither early nor late, came here at this time. Is he here to discuss the matter of the West River Alliance? Or does he know about Master Ding?

Pei Zeqi was puzzled and then proceeded towards the Moon Embrace Pavilion where guests were received.

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About an hour ago, when Pei Zeqi learned that Master Ding had refined the Golden Cloud Pill. An internal informant from the Hong family had already placed the intelligence on Hong Weiqing’s desk.

Hong Weiqing opened the secret message and couldn’t help but laugh twice.

"The fruits are ripe for harvest! It’s time to pull in the net!" Hong Weiqing’s eyes were cold and fierce as he clenched the secret message.

The energy in his hand fluctuated, reducing the message to dust, which fell from his palm.

"Order, the West River Alliance, strike now!" Hong Weiqing stepped out of the room, continuing to order: "Invite several elders to accompany me to visit the Pei family!"

"The plan to annihilate the Hong family is officially launched!"

"Order, slaughter the Pei family’s Pill Master offerings."

"Order, burn down the northern city granary."

"Order, seize the treasury of Cuiyun Building."

"Order, bloodbath the surrounding families."

"Order...." In an instant, numerous pre-planned schemes were issued from the core of the Hong family.

"Order, with my handwritten letter, invite the Patriarch to emerge from seclusion."

After arranging the orders.

Hong Weiqing exuded his mighty aura, stepped forward, assembled the four late-stage condensation force members, along with six mid-stage members, forming a party of ten, and majestically headed towards the Pei family.

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Deep within the Academy.

In a spacious room, an elderly white-haired man assumed a palms-toward-sky posture, feeling the energy within. This old man was the Patriarch of the Pei family, Gu Sheng.

As the son-in-law of the Pei family, Gu Sheng, through diligent study and practice, naturally became the current Patriarch. His talent was unrivaled among the younger Yanghua disciples, now at the pinnacle of energy condensation.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door was knocked on.

"Come in." Gu Sheng quietly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and stopped the circulation of Qi-Blood within.

"Master."

Gu Sheng’s disciple, Chu Xiaobo, showed great respect as he presented Pei Zeqi’s letter: "A letter from the Pei family."

Gu Sheng nodded, took the envelope, and opened it to see. Pei Zeqi had explained everything clearly.

"Do you want me to rely on the Golden Cloud Pill to break through the bottleneck and enter the Marrow Stage?" Gu Sheng shook his head, unable to suppress a sigh after reading Pei Zeqi’s suggestion.

Breaking through to the Marrow Stage is not so easy. Although the Golden Cloud Pill is indeed a pill for third-stage martial artists, Gu Sheng had long realized that the Golden Cloud Pill alone was far from enough after lingering at the threshold of the third stage for so long.

"Foolish child, don’t you know that the third stage requires not just the accumulation of energy, but also another level of enlightenment?" Gu Sheng smiled bitterly in his heart: "Is the realm of void really a legend? Can no one achieve it?"

He sought continuously, exploring relentlessly, but the elusive void realm remained difficult to comprehend.

"The Marrow Stage is to break the mysterious gate, relying on willpower to condense energy and impact the meridians. Without the will of the void realm, you can’t temper energy, let alone impact the meridians!" Gu Sheng stood up, thought for a moment, and said, "I haven’t moved around in a long time. Well, the Golden Cloud Pill is also a token of the children’s intentions, I should go back and have a look."

Gu Sheng made up his mind and immediately stepped towards the outside.

Just as he stepped into the corridor, an equally elderly figure appeared at the other end.

Gu Sheng immediately slowed his steps.

"Hong Yingyan, there hasn’t even been wind today?" Gu Sheng’s gaze fixed on the person opposite, a faint smile on his face: "What brings you here?"

"Old bones, haven’t moved in a long time." The elderly man opposite, clad in black, had white hair but clear eyes, like a youthful teenager, his aura commanding respect.

"I came out for a stroll today; otherwise, no one would know if I turned to dust." Hong Yingyan also smiled faintly, his steps unhalting, heading straight towards Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng maintained his faint smile, but the energy on his body grew sharper, forming a large oval that continually clashed with the energy emanating from Hong Yingyan.

The two elderly men stopped about five zhang apart. Both bore faint smiles on their faces.

But through their eyes, one could clearly see the caution in each other’s eyes.

After all, both men were at the pinnacle of energy condensation; the only difference was that Gu Sheng had reached this peak five years before Hong Yingyan.

Outside the corridor, snowflakes drifted incessantly, falling lightly.

"Brother Gu, at this hour, still heading out? I heard that brother’s plum blossom arrangement is extraordinary. Why not join me for a pot of plum blossom tea; it too is a great pleasure in life?"

"I think your brewed sake is quite good; perhaps you should bring it out for us to sample?"

They both smiled broadly, yet neither made much movement. Only the immense energy radiated continuously from both of them.

It seemed as if the energy within the two elderly gentlemen’s bodies clashed, corroded, and then extinguished like high-pressure bubbles.

Crack.

The firm cloud wood pillars coated with vermilion began to show cracks.

Boom!

The top of the cloud wood pillar seemed gnawed by a giant mouth, leaving only a small amount of wood to barely support the corridor from collapse.

"Hahaha." Hong Yingyan laughed: "Coming here, and I almost tore down your corridor, I really feel embarrassed."

"Zhong Jian, bring my brewed sake." Hong Yingyan discreetly withdrew the energy from his body, giving a light command.

The person behind him bowed and complied, then turned away.

"Xiaobo, go get my plum blossom tea. It’s just right to brew snow and taste tea with Brother Hong." Gu Sheng also withdrew his energy and instructed Chu Xiaobo.

He already understood that today, neither of them could do anything to the other; they were both restrained here.

As for how the younger generation would develop, let them be. As long as the two of them were here, it was a stabilizing force.

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"Kill!"

"Trample the Cuiyun Building, grab Silver, seize treasures, and take women!!"

"Kill them all for me!"

The Cuiyun Building, with groups of bandits from the West River Alliance taking advantage of the night to plunder everywhere in the Cuiyun Building.

The brightly lit Cuiyun Building was still in tranquility, but as the sounds of smashing resounded, chaos erupted in an instant.

The cries of women, the curses of guards, the fury of customers, immediately echoed throughout the Cuiyun Building, creating an uproar in a few breaths.

Cuiyun Building was the most luxurious brothel in Yanghua, with countless songstresses inside, well-known as a money squandering establishment.

But tonight was destined to be tumultuous as the West River Alliance had long set its eyes on this place.

"I, Pei Zhangluo, am here, who dares to create chaos?" At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came.

Pei Zhangluo fiercely charged out, instantly crushing the few vagrants at the forefront into pulp.

"Pei Third Brother! In front of me, you still want to show off?" A person emerged from the crowd.

The man was tall and burly, though his hair was white, his muscles were knotted, showing not a trace of age.

"Hahaha, with Grandpa Hong’s assistance, tonight we will surely wash Cuiyun Building with blood." Another person stepped forward, this one with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, his strange eyes glaring, being none other than the second leader of the West River Alliance, Su Li.

Pei Zhangluo’s gaze hardened upon seeing the newcomers, feeling a heavier weight in his heart.

At this time, someone appeared beside Pei Zhangluo.

"Feng Keqing." Pei Zhangluo called softly, a shadow crossing his eyes, his voice low: "Tonight, fight to the death!"