Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Sixty-Six: The Matter Is Over (Part Two)

Previously, Murong Bo fled and, relying on his profound cultivation, roamed freely among the mountains. If Bai Ke had seen him, he would have said that Mount Tai had been reincarnated.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were roughly equal in martial arts skills. The two of them, one in front and one behind, were running for their lives while the other was chasing after them, and they were running with great enthusiasm.

Qiao Feng, being young and strong, struck out with a palm from afar, but Murong Bo turned around and struck Qiao Feng's palm with his own.

With the shockwave scattering, Murong Bo used the force to retreat, instantly disappearing a great distance away. "This kid has such profound cultivation!"

Fortunately, Shaolin Temple was not far away. He flew at high speed, running through the various halls and pavilions of Shaolin Temple.

Before long, the three arrived at the Sutra Repository. Xiao Yuanshan looked at the carved beams and painted rafters with reminiscence and said to Qiao Feng:

"My son, look, this is the place where your father has stayed for many years. I have worked hard to practice my skills, hoping to one day avenge your mother!"

Murong Bo, who was ahead, had already rushed into the Sutra Pavilion in a flash, and Xiao Yuanshan followed with Qiao Feng.

Upon entering, one sees dozens of bookshelves lying haphazardly on the ground, as if they had been robbed.

"You old bastard! This blood feud of decades is not over yet. When will we ever get our revenge?" Xiao Yuanshan barged in with Qiao Feng in tow.

"Brother Xiao, why are you so angry? You've been hiding in Shaolin Temple for decades, haven't you learned even a little bit of Buddhist magnanimity?"

"You damn fool! You old bastard Murong! Now that you're all alone against my father and me, you can't escape even if you grow wings!"

Xiao Yuanshan channeled his inner strength and unleashed a Thousand Calamities Finger strike aimed at various acupoints on Murong Bo's body.

Just then, the three heard another whooshing sound. Turning around, they saw that Murong Fu had just arrived.

What made Xiao Yuanshan and his son feel a chill in their hearts was that the Tibetan sorcerer Kumārajīva had come with Murong Fu.

"Amitabha Buddha, esteemed benefactors, this humble monk greets you! Elder Benefactor Murong, it has been many years since we last met. I wonder how well you are in health?"

Murong Bo smiled and returned the greeting with his palms together, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Master. I appreciate it."

Seeing this, Kumārajīva softly chanted a Buddhist prayer, "Amitabha, in recent years, this humble monk has made great progress in my skills thanks to the guidance of Elder Benefactor Murong."

This humble monk has been deeply grateful for many years, but unfortunately, I soon heard that the old benefactor had succumbed to his injuries, and I feel extremely ashamed.

Fortunately, I learned from Abbot Xuanci that the old benefactor was secretly cultivating in Shaolin Temple, which is why I followed your son here.

After saying this, he seemed to recall the scene of Abbot Xuanci's passing, and couldn't help but sigh softly, shaking his head in silence.

Murong Bo was greatly surprised to see this and repeatedly asked what had happened. Kumārajīva remained silent. Murong Fu then quickly told Murong Bo the whole story.

After hearing this, everyone sighed softly in unison. Murong Bo looked up at Xiao Yuanshan and said:

“Benefactor Xiao, among the old friends from back then, only you and I are still alive in this world. Have you not let go yet?”

Xiao Yuanshan's face was contorted with rage. "How can you let go of your family feud when it's still unavenged? You old bastard Murong, prepare to die!"

Murong Bo shook his head. "No, no! Brother Xiao, look at the current situation, you are outnumbered and we are outnumbered. If you insist on fighting head-on, wouldn't that be like throwing an egg against a rock?"

Kumārajīva clasped his hands together in agreement, saying, "What Elder Benefactor Murong said is true. This humble monk has come here, and naturally I will not stand idly by. Benefactor Xiao, please forgive me for not being able to ignore this matter."

Xiao Yuanshan gave a cold snort, but did not make a move. "So what if we are outnumbered? At worst, we'll just die. I'll take you down with me even in my dying moments!"

At this moment, Murong Bo was not angry at all, but simply said to Xiao Yuanshan:

"Brother Xiao, there's no need for this. As long as your son agrees to one condition, I'll gladly offer myself up for death without any resistance!"

This time, it was Xiao Yuanshan's turn to feel confused. Why did Murong Bo suddenly make such a request?

He hadn't heard Murong Bo mention that condition, and he didn't trust Qiao Feng to agree to it casually, so he said, "Tell me about it!"

Murong Bo chuckled softly, not directly answering his question, but turning to Murong Fu and saying:

"Fu'er, tell this old benefactor Xiao about my identity as a member of the Murong family!" He spoke with an air of self-importance and pride, as if he were very proud of his identity.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu took out the Imperial Seal of the Yan Clan and the imperial genealogy from his bosom to prove his family's identity.

"Brother Xiao, think about it carefully. The martial arts world in the Central Plains has long been xenophobic. Anyone who is not from the Central Plains is often despised and bullied."

Look at your son. When he was in the Beggars' Sect, he was a peerless martial artist with a great reputation. But once his Khitan bloodline was exposed, he immediately became a pariah.

Let me ask your son and Elder Xiao a question: Are you truly content with this?

After saying that, he clenched his fist tightly, "But I am not reconciled!"

Hey, they say fortunes change, and this year it's my turn. The Zhao family emperor has been on the throne for far too long.

Since they don't cherish it, then it's our turn to ascend the throne and taste what it's like!

Murong Bo's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and his tone was frantic. He was trying his best to entice Xiao Yuanshan and his son to join his plan to restore the kingdom.

"Your son is the Southern King of Liao, and his power and prestige are immense. If we raise an army together, how can we not conquer the world?"

Qiao Feng scoffed, "Old thief, you're delusional. The Song Dynasty is vast and full of talented people. How could a mere old thief like you possibly overthrow it?"

At this moment, Murong Fu interjected, "Ignorant fool, do you know that it was the War of the Eight Princes in Jin that allowed the Five Barbarians to divide the Central Plains?"

Now that the Zhao court is corrupt and incompetent, how can we, as enlightened people, not rise up and restore order to the world?

Qiao Feng didn't want to say another word to this kind of person, so he just chuckled and turned his head away.

Murong Bo didn't take it to heart, and simply said, "What do you think, Brother Xiao? As long as your son rises up in rebellion, I will bind my hands and let you do as you please!"

Xiao Yuanshan was somewhat tempted by this and turned to Qiao Feng, saying, "What do you think, my son? I don't think this old scoundrel is faking it..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng coldly glared at Murong Bo and his son, "The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable, and I will never use it to make such a deal with you!"

Murong Bo sneered, "I thought Xiao Feng was such a heroic and ambitious man, but I never expected him to be such a disloyal and untrustworthy person!"

Qiao Feng scoffed, "What do you know, you old fool? Do you know how miserable the lives of the people on the border between the Song and Liao dynasties are?"

You, the remnants of the old kingdom, are single-mindedly focused on overthrowing the court, never caring about the lives of the people under your rule. Even now, do you still not understand the reason for the downfall of your nation?

Qiao Feng's words were thought-provoking. He was reminded of the time when soldiers and civilians on the Song-Liao border attacked each other's crops, and he spoke these words on a whim.

He considered himself loyal to the Song Dynasty, but the Central Plains could not tolerate a Khitan like him. Moreover, as the Southern King of the Liao Dynasty, his only wish in this life was for peace between the two countries and he did not want any more conflict.