The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Qiao Feng strode to the door of Master Xuanku's meditation room and gently knocked.

"come in!"

An old yet kind voice came from inside the door.

Qiao Feng pushed open the door and went in. He saw Xuan Ku sitting upright on the bed, eyes closed, meditating. He called out softly:

"Master."

Xuan Ku slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qiao Feng, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Feng'er, you've come."

Qiao Feng quickly went to the bedside and said respectfully:

"Your disciple is unfilial, having not visited you for so long."

Xuan Ku waved his hand and laughed:

"It's alright. I know you're busy with the Beggars' Sect's affairs, so don't worry about this old man."

Looking at the kind-hearted old man with a weathered face, Qiao Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Master Xuanku was not only his mentor, but also his guide on the path of life.

Qiao Feng always felt grateful to Xuan Ku.

Moreover, Xuan Ku did not participate in the battle at Yanmen Pass.

Therefore, Qiao Feng didn't feel any discomfort when he was with him.

After a moment of silence, Qiao Feng asked:

"Master, how have you been lately?"

Xuan Ku smiled slightly and nodded:

"Yes, everything is fine, don't worry."

Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief and then said:

"Master, I've come to tell you something..."

Xuan Ku looked at Qiao Feng, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he still smiled and said:

"Oh? What's wrong? Tell me about it."

Qiao Feng took a deep breath and solemnly said:

"Master, if I become an enemy of Shaolin in the future, will you blame me?"

Xuan Ku frowned slightly and asked with concern:

"Feng'er, what happened? Why are you saying this?"

Qiao Feng shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"I don't have a master, I was just saying."

Qiao Feng was originally going to tell him the details, but he held back in the end, simply because he didn't want to put the other person in a difficult position.

Xuan Ku sensed the helplessness and reluctance in Qiao Feng's words, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

Although he wasn't involved in what happened back then, he was still aware of Qiao Feng's background.

So after hearing Qiao Feng's words, he knew that Qiao Feng must already know about his background.

Furthermore, he found out who the ringleader was, otherwise he wouldn't have said such nonsensical things.

He reached out and gently patted Qiao Feng's shoulder, his eyes revealing complex emotions, and slowly said:

"Feng'er, everyone has their own destiny, and that's an unchangeable fact. Since you've made up your mind to face it, then go ahead with peace of mind. Remember, no matter how great the difficulties and challenges you encounter, always believe that you have the ability to overcome them."

Qiao Feng listened quietly to his words, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

However, at the same time, he also realized something.

He had already sensed from Master Xuanku's words that he seemed to know the truth of what happened back then, and that Master Xuanku might also know something about his own background.

Qiao Feng's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

He felt as if he were the only one being kept in the dark, while those close to him already knew everything.

This feeling left him feeling incredibly lost, yet he had no way to vent it.

Qiao Feng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He didn't want his emotions to affect Master Xuanku, and he was even less willing to damage the deep bond between them as master and disciple.

So he pretended to be nonchalant and continued talking with Master Xuanku, burying his own thoughts deep in his heart.

And so, Qiao Feng and Master Xuanku talked for the entire morning in the room.

They talked about all sorts of interesting stories from the martial arts world, their insights into martial arts, and the philosophy of life.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was noon.

Finally, Qiao Feng got up to say goodbye and prepared to leave.

As he stepped out of the room, his gaze involuntarily drifted into the distance, and he pondered in his heart how to proceed with his future path.

When he met up with Ling Feng and the others, they were leisurely strolling through the Shaolin Temple, appreciating the solemnity and tranquility of this ancient temple.

After the group reunited, they prepared to leave Shaolin Temple together, ending their short but fulfilling journey.

After all, they had already successfully completed their purpose for coming here, and there was no need for them to stay any longer.

However, just as the group was about to leave, a fierce fight suddenly broke out in the backyard of Shaolin Temple.

The sudden noise shattered the peaceful atmosphere, causing them to turn their heads in surprise.

The group happened to be in a pavilion near the backyard, so they could hear the sounds of fighting very clearly.

They didn't pay much attention at first, thinking it was just someone acting impulsively and trying to cause trouble at Shaolin Temple.

Furthermore, the monks in Shaolin Temple do not only eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures.

Most of them were martial monks, possessing unique skills and high martial arts prowess.

Moreover, among them are some unparalleled masters with unfathomable strength.

It was the existence of these people that made Shaolin a major force in the martial arts world.

Therefore, the Shaolin monks are fully capable of easily dealing with any martial artists who come to cause trouble.

After all, with their strength and resources, such a matter is not difficult to handle.

The group then ignored the sounds of fighting and left the Shaolin Temple.

However, just as they were about to leave, a roar suddenly came from the place where the fight had taken place.

"Murong Bo, where are you going!"

The roar was like a thunderclap, making everyone's ears ring.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone stopped and turned to look in the direction from which it came.

The different people reacted differently after hearing the roar.

Qiao Feng immediately leaped into the air and flew towards the direction from which the fighting was coming, clearly having already recognized who it was from the roars.

Ling Feng now knew that, if his guess was correct, the two fighting inside were Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

He just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Xiao Yuanshan had just arrived at Shaolin Temple yesterday, and today he ran into Murong Bo. It was truly a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.

Seeing Qiao Feng leave in a hurry, Ling Feng immediately followed closely behind.

As he left, he didn't forget to give some instructions to the three women behind him:

“It’s extremely dangerous inside. You three should hurry down the mountain and go home. I’m going to help my older brother.”

Ling Feng was very worried that Qiao Feng might encounter misfortune, as he knew that there was a hidden big boss in the Shaolin Temple, the Sweeper Monk.

The Sweeper Monk possesses at least the strength of a Grandmaster; even if all of them combined their abilities, they might not be able to defeat him.

They encountered no obstacles along the way, presumably because the sounds of fighting had attracted everyone else.

Before long, Ling Feng arrived at the scene of the battle, where he saw Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan, dressed in black, fighting fiercely with another man in black.

Despite the combined efforts of Qiao Feng and his son, it seems unlikely that they can defeat their opponent in the short term, given the current situation.