Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Father and Son (Part Three)

When Qiao Feng saw that Duan Yu was out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he glared at Duan Yu with lingering fear. When he was fighting Bai Guan earlier, he hadn't paid any attention to Duan Yu because he saw that Duan Yu was in a sure-fire way.

But who would have thought that if he hadn't been careful, the situation would have completely reversed. His foolish second brother had actually put himself in danger because of a woman's words, which really made Qiao Feng sigh.

What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for each other? Qiao Feng did not despise Duan Yu's infatuation. It is said that heroes are buried in the land of beauties, and heroes cannot resist the charms of beauties. But do beauties not love heroes?

The love and affection in this world cannot be explained in a short time. He just hated that his silly younger brother had met the wrong person. That woman clearly placed all her affections on Murong Fu, so why should he go and join in the fun?

Qiao Feng glared at the embarrassed Duan Yu, then said nothing more and turned to look at the distraught Murong Fu.

"Hmph! I only knew that the Murong family, also known as the Southern Murong, was a great hero, but I never expected him to be like this. Indeed, seeing is believing. I have learned a lot!"

Qiao Feng's words were barbed and sarcastic, making Bao Butong and the others feel ashamed. They understood the sacrifices their young master had made for the cause of restoring Yan, but how could others know the bitterness he had endured?

A group of people were pointing and whispering about Murong Fu, who was disheveled and barefoot, leaning against a woman. His performance today was an eye-opener for the martial arts community. They never expected that someone from such a prestigious family could be so insidious and unscrupulous.

Murong Fu stood there, dejected. He felt that everyone around him was looking at him with mocking eyes. Over the years, he had used every means to earn a great reputation for the cause of restoring Yan, but he never expected to lose it all in one day.

Murong Fu felt increasingly ashamed of his ancestors and his father who had passed away years ago amidst his cries. In a moment of turmoil, he even contemplated suicide.

When Bao Butong and the others saw Murong Fu fail and retreat, they were worried that Bai Ke would not let him off the hook and would harm Murong Fu, so they had already surrounded him and protected him behind them.

This gave Murong Fu a chance to speak quietly. Although Duan Yu's Six Meridian Divine Sword was not very accurate, its power was real, so his personal weapon had already been shattered.

In his grief and anger, Murong Fu disregarded everything else and only wanted to die immediately rather than be pointed at and gossiped about here. He drew the sword hanging from Bao Butong's waist and slashed his own neck.

"Young master, no!" "Cousin..." Several terrified voices rang out, but it was too late. Just as everyone was in despair, a pebble suddenly shot from a distance, piercing the short sword that Murong Fu had used to commit suicide.

The pebble came from afar, making a terrifying sound. Before it even arrived, a tremendous gust of wind blew through it, shattering the short sword and leaving a deep gash on Murong Fu's face. It continued forward until it smashed a giant tree in front of it.

Bai Ke naturally knew that the person who had come to the rescue was Murong Bo, Murong Fu's biological father and the former head of the Murong family. He had stopped fighting just now with the intention of luring Murong Bo out.

Startled awake by the pebble, Murong Fu suddenly realized that he had just attempted suicide and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly looked around to see who had saved him at the last moment.

Before long, an old monk in gray robes emerged from the crowd and snorted coldly at Murong Fu from afar, "Are you ever married?"

Murong Fu was about to express his gratitude when the old monk asked such a bizarre question, leaving him stunned. Seeing that Murong Fu did not answer, the old monk took a few steps closer and continued:

"Since you've never been married, you certainly have no children. Why would you, at such a young age, seek your own death? How can you face your ancestors of the Murong clan?"

The old monk's words were like knives, stabbing directly into Murong Fu's fragile heart, which was filled with confusion and helplessness. Bai Ke, who was listening from the side, twitched at the corner of his eye. Murong Bo had such a sharp tongue. If he didn't know Murong Bo's identity, he would really think that he was so kind and compassionate.

Murong Fu broke out in a cold sweat after hearing the old monk's words. The grand plan to restore Yan was still undecided; how could he go alone? He suddenly realized that he had almost made a grave mistake.

In the brief exchange, the evil thoughts that Bai Ke had stirred in Murong Fu's mind vanished, and in his moment of clarity, he hurriedly apologized to the old monk.

"Murong Fu thanks you for your guidance, Master. I was ashamed of my ancestors and had suicidal thoughts. Fortunately, you saved me and prevented a disaster. The Murong family owes you a favor. If you ever need my help in the future, I will not refuse."

Bao Butong and the others hurriedly expressed their gratitude. They had been truly frightened by Murong Fu, never expecting their young master to want to die. Fortunately, this old monk came to their aid, otherwise they would all be doomed.

The old monk sighed softly, turned his back to Murong Fu, and said, "There's no need for any more words of thanks. I have already become a monk and no longer wish to meddle in worldly affairs!"

Then he looked at Duan Yu, who was standing with Duan Zhengchun, and said, "The Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Dali Duan family has finally produced another person who can use it on his own. It's not unfair that you lost. Don't worry about it."

I am taking action today for two reasons. First, I cannot bear to see such a handsome man as you die an untimely death. Second, it is because your ancestors taught me a technique called "Shen Shang Finger," a direct descendant of your Murong clan. Just watch.

After saying that, the old monk suddenly made a move, and a finger strike shot towards Duan Yu with lightning speed. Bai Ke curled his lips and thought, "They really are father and son. Their habit of sneaking attacks is exactly the same."

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, the old monk's finger strike aimed at Duan Yu turned to ashes. Murong Bo's eyelids twitched, and he looked at the nonchalant Bai Ke in shock.

He had been hiding to the side and had witnessed the entire fight. Qiao Feng was indeed strong, but he was only at the same level as him. Moreover, Qiao Feng was well-versed in the martial arts of the Sutra Pavilion. If they really fought, it was uncertain who would win.

The only thing he couldn't understand or figure out was this young man who suddenly appeared. For example, the whirlwind that swept away Ding Chunqiu was something he couldn't fathom.

Is it natural or man-made? If it's naturally formed, how could it be such a coincidence? But if it's man-made, how could there be a technique in this world that allows one to control the power of nature?

The Murong clan claimed to use the enemy's own methods against them. In order to conceal their secret of "Star Shift," they once devoted great effort to studying all the martial arts techniques in the world.

Furthermore, having spent so many years hiding in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, he had a fairly comprehensive understanding of martial arts, yet he had never heard of such a miraculous skill, which greatly surprised him.