Chapter 450 - The Senior Brother of Liu Liancheng (2/2)

For Feng Yufeng was not without a voracious ambition. He wished not only to excel in healing, but also in the cultivation of his powers. This wound up in him having powers far greater than Liu Liancheng, although the same could scarcely be said for his medicinal skills. Yet he blamed his teacher for this shortcoming, believing it to be his teacher’s fault that he was bested by his Junior Brother in the skills of healing.

Feng Yufeng sniggered viciously, licking his lips. “Enough with the prattle, Junior Brother. I want the manuscript that Teacher has compiled. That is all I ask for. Think of all the brotherly love I had shown you before!”

“And I have long told you before, Teacher did not impart that manuscript to me. Yet you refuse to believe me!”

“Lies!” Feng Yufeng growled. What warmth remained in his glare instantly stifled. “I just can’t understand why must Teacher so jealously hoard everything for you! I am also his disciple! Why?! Is it because of your surname Liu?!”

“Speak for yourself! All that has happened to you, and it was all by your own hand! Teacher would never have expelled you if you did not try to steal his manuscript!”

“You! How dare you!” Feng Yufeng’s glare turned more sinister. “Just because Teacher had imparted to you his mystic arts, you really think you’re immortal, are you?! How do you like to test it…”

In one of his rarest moments of powerlessness, Liu Liancheng felt helpless. His eyes wandered frantically with a hint of despair and caught the glimpse of Xiao Chen and his companions. “Ladies!” He shouted at them, “Please help me! Forgive me for the transgressions yesterday! Please help me!”

“Hahahaha!” Feng Yufeng howled with laughter, “The great Young Maestro begs and grovels for his life!” He paused abruptly, turning towards Xiao Chen, regarding them coldly. “Jueming Gorge is not open for business today. Leave now! If the young man there is in dire need of medical help, rest assured that I, Feng Yufeng, can also help you!”

Qingluan frowned. She was no student of medicine, but she had heard enough to know that Feng Yufeng was inferior to Liu Liancheng in healing crafts. She whispered into Xiao Chen’s ears softly, “Please wait here a moment, My Lord.” With a knowing glance to Ziyun’er, the two sisters vanished from where they stood, appearing in the blink of an eye at right beside Feng Yufeng.

“You would do well to just retreat, Master Feng.”

That lightning-quick movement sent a cold shudder down Feng Yufeng’s spine. How could two seemingly harmless women move so quickly?! I had not even blinked, and yet they are already here in a flash! Hastily, he uttered, “I would suggest that you two keep to your own business. This is a private affair between my Junior Brother and me.”

The twenty men in black closed in obstinately, their scimitars on the ready to defend their leader. “Very well then,” Qingluan snarled, “So be it!” The Royal-blood Blade left her hand and struck Feng Yufeng’s iron fan out of his grasp. He could barely react; another purplish blur flashed before him and Ziyun’er’s weapon stopped at a mere hair’s breadth from his throat.

Feng Yufeng swallowed hard. Not even his decades-long of training could prevent him from being ignominiously defeated by the merest attacks by two little women. But Liu Liancheng was just as astonished. The thought of Ziyun’er whimpering and crying like a frail little girl the night before was still vivid in his mind; and yet, it was a stark contrast to the Ziyun’er he was looking at now.

Clang! Ziyun’er returned her weapon to its sheath with a ring so crisp and yet bloodcurdling. “You’d best be on your way now, Master Feng,” she said frostily.

“You trollops…” Feng Yufeng hissed between his teeth. His fist clenched at his iron fan so tightly that they cracked like knuckles. But he suddenly spied a sickly-looking Xiao Chen standing afar. He pounced at him, thinking, “Take this frail man as a hostage, and the two girls would have to surrender!”

But before he could even reach Xiao Chen, he disappeared before his very eyes. His quarry’s cold voice rang behind him as predator turned to prey, “Leave me out of your business with your Junior Brother, Master Feng. I have no quarrel with you.”

Feng Yufeng felt cold sweat dribbling down his back. “How could a dying man have such speed?! What is the use of my Nascent Soul Realm?! Has it all for nothing…”

“We leave now!” He spat bitterly, flailing his sleeves in a final act of spite as he called for his men to withdraw. He had barely walked for more than 20 meters when he stopped and turned back, sneering. “You are fortunate today, Junior Brother, that you have had help today. But I shall not count on this in the future if I were you.” He hopped and turned into a flash of light that streaked away with the dozens of men in black chasing after him, riding on their swords.

Liu Liancheng could only sigh as he watched the man who was his once-brother leaving. He turned to Qingluan and Ziyun’er, bowing to them gratefully, and said to the latter, “It was wrong of me to have treated you with such discourtesy last night, my lady. Please forgive my poor manners.”

Ziyun’er merely responded with a disdainful snort and averted her eyes. Liu Liancheng chuckled at himself and walked to Xiao Chen. “You are getting weak every time I see you, Brother Xiao. You can suffer no more delay lest there shall be undesired side effects even if you recover. I was wrong yesterday. Terribly wrong. I can only pray that you forgive me and please allow me to help you.”

“You have done me no wrong,” Xiao Chen muttered indifferently with his back facing him before he turned to look at him in the eyes, “But tell me this: who is your teacher?”

He looked hard at Liu Liancheng, the Lord of Jueming Gorge with a pair of aloof stares that burrowed deep into him like frosty icicles.

Liu Liancheng was widely renowned as an extraordinarily gifted student in the crafts of healing. At the mild age of twenty, he represented the pinnacle of magical healing, becoming the youngest Elixir Saint in many millennia. Situ Bei struggled for centuries until he finally reached the rank of Elixir Saint and that was testament enough of Liu Liancheng’s prowess. Yet, until this day, no one knew who Liu Liancheng’s teacher was. A mystery which answer had managed to elude inquirers for ages.