All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 94 Sneak Attack

Qiao Feng clasped his hands and said, "I am ignorant and have never heard of your esteemed sect. However, after witnessing the prowess of the three masters today, I know that your sect is no ordinary one and must be a renowned sect that has been hidden from the world for many years."

He paused, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to the two young ladies of the Murong family: "I never expected to have the honor of meeting someone from the Murong family here."

To be honest, the Beggars' Clan is preparing to head to Suzhou to investigate the death of Vice Chief Ma. May I ask, ladies, is Young Master Murong currently in Wuxi?

Azhu and Abi were clearly taken aback when he suddenly asked them this question.

A'Zhu reacted quickly and immediately curtsied, saying, "Chief Qiao, my young master went to Henan a few days ago and did not travel with us."

I have heard that your gang's deputy leader, Ma, died from his own signature move, the "Throat Lock Technique."

However, the Murong family has no prior grudges with your gang, and my young master has great respect for Chief Qiao's character. He would never do such a despicable thing.

Recently, one after another, people in the martial arts world have died from their own unique skills. It is clear that someone is targeting the Murong family and is secretly framing them. I urge Chief Qiao to investigate this matter thoroughly.

Qiao Feng nodded: "I think so too. Things in the martial world are unpredictable and full of strange occurrences. How can we rashly convict someone based on mere rumors? The Beggars' Clan came to Jiangnan this time precisely to investigate the matter thoroughly."

Azhu and Abi originally thought that if the Beggars' Sect leader were to question them personally, he would be aggressive and difficult to deal with.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng was so humble in his words and treated his two young girls with utmost courtesy, without the slightest airs.

The two exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

This Chief Qiao, who was on par with their young master, appeared rough and rugged, but was actually quite shrewd and had already sensed something amiss. It seemed the Murong family didn't need to worry about the Beggars' Sect causing trouble for them.

Thinking of this, the two of them looked at Zhang Cheng, who had led them here.

Although the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect insisted that the Murong family was responsible, after spending time with him, it became clear that he was a reasonable person.

In any case, the Murong family did not do it. Once he confronts the young master face to face, the truth will come out.

Zhang Cheng noticed their gazes, turned his head to meet their eyes, and the two of them quickly looked away in fright.

He withdrew his gaze and said to Qiao Feng, "I am also entrusted by someone to seek an explanation from Murong of Gusu. Since Chief Qiao has also come for this purpose, why not travel with us?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng clasped his hands and smiled, "Brother, I should gladly accept your kind invitation. However, I am not traveling alone this time; I have my brothers from the gang with me, and it would be inappropriate to leave them behind and go my own way."

Let's wait until another time, when fate allows, to share a drink and talk about the world of martial arts.

Just then, a lame man, leaning on his crutch, stumbled up the stairs. His clothes were tattered and he was covered in blood. The diners in the restaurant gasped and scattered in fear.

The man rushed straight to Qiao Feng, panting heavily, and said, "Chief! The Righteousness Branch has encountered enemies, and the brothers are unable to hold them off. We beg your immediate assistance!"

Qiao Feng frowned: "Who are they? How many are there?"

"I don't know who they were, but there were dozens, maybe even a hundred of them, who completely surrounded the branch headquarters. I only managed to get out and deliver the message because my brothers fought tooth and nail to protect me!"

Qiao Feng had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but out of concern he didn't bother to investigate further. He stood up and said, "Lead the way."

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng also stood up: "Chief Qiao has encountered trouble. I am willing to go and lend a helping hand."

Qiao Feng's heart skipped a beat. The man had been able to so easily grasp the wrist of the man who was pouring his wine; his martial arts skills must be quite formidable.

With him going along, things can be resolved sooner, and there will be fewer casualties among the disciples. He clasped his hands and said, "In that case, I'll trouble you, brother."

Seeing that Qiao Feng had agreed, Zhang Cheng turned and walked to the table.

He placed one hand on the back of the neck of the old woman lying on the table, and slowly channeled the Northern Darkness True Qi into her in an extremely Yin manner.

The extreme cold mixed with the strange internal energy entered her body, and the old woman trembled slightly before suddenly opening her eyes.

She subconsciously circulated her internal energy to resist, her blood and qi instantly boiled, her skin flushed slightly, and her body temperature rose sharply.

In an instant, the alcohol in her body turned into white mist, which evaporated from the pores of her body.

Granny Tong fully regained her senses, slapped Zhang Cheng's hand away, and said irritably, "You brat, what are you doing?"

Zhang Cheng reached out and picked up Bao Butong, who was slumped over the table. "Want to fight? Anyone want to come?"

Although the old woman didn't understand the situation, she readily agreed: "Come, why wouldn't you come?"

Zhang Cheng then turned to Li Qiushui and said, "Sister Li, please take care of Miss Azhu and Miss Abi." Li Qiushui nodded in agreement.

The group set off immediately. Qiao Feng, carrying the lame man, led the way, his steps light as the wind, clearly concerned for his brothers in the gang.

Unlike Zhang Cheng, who carried the bag in one hand, Zhang Cheng followed behind Tong Lao. Li Qiushui, on the other hand, leisurely led A Zhu and A Bi, bringing up the rear.

The group walked for several miles and came to an apricot grove.

The forest was deep and dense, with intertwined branches that blocked out the sun. All around was quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

Suddenly, the lame man that Qiao Feng was holding pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed Qiao Feng hard in the waist and abdomen.

Qiao Feng was anxious to rescue his brothers and had been traveling at full speed. In addition, he was completely unprepared for the Beggar Clan disciple. Although he reacted quickly at the moment the dagger was about to hit him and managed to grab the blade, he was still stabbed in the abdomen.

"Hmph—" He grunted and gently pushed out a palm, knocking the lame man back several steps.

"I remember you. You are indeed a member of my Beggars' Sect." Qiao Feng pressed his wound, his gaze piercing. "Speak, what exactly happened?"

He didn't receive a reply, but instead heard a dense cacophony of whooshing sounds.

From the shade of the trees all around, countless sharp wooden spears shot out, whistling sharply as they enveloped them.

Wooden spears rained down, blotting out the sky and the sun!

Qiao Feng's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't bother to interrogate him. He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the lame man. With a flick of his left hand, he sealed the man's pressure points. With his right hand, he grabbed the man's collar and, without stopping, dragged him back to Zhang Cheng and the others.

Then he raised both palms and unleashed the move "Dragon Appearing in the Field." His palm strikes were like an invisible, solid wall, standing before everyone.

The wooden spears that were shot at the front struck the wall and broke into several pieces with a "crack" sound, falling to the ground with a rustling sound.

On the other side, Tong Lao and Zhang Cheng also joined the attack. The three of them worked together to knock down all the wooden spears that were being shot at them.

Qiao Feng withdrew his palms, gathered his inner strength, and spoke loudly: "When did we Beggars' Sect disciples learn to use underhanded tactics to harm others?"

His voice, amplified by his inner strength, carried far and wide, echoing through the apricot grove.

"Since you had the guts to set a trap for me, why don't you have the guts to show yourselves in public?"