Chapter 69: The shock of the princelings (1/2)

Chapter 69: The shock of the princelings

“What? An expert of Hidden Jin in Guangdong? And you say he killed Qin Maojiao?” Chen Aiyang’s surprised voice could be heard through the phone. He was neither slow nor rushed and spoke each word with a clear pronunciation and tempo.

“Qin Maojiao is Xu Zhen’s disciple. I met him in Taiwan when he had only just learned the White Ape styled Tongbei. He was a person of talent and a hard worker. I even once put him on the spot to see what he was like, unfortunately he was a little arrogant and ignored my guidance. But despite his personality, I didn’t think that he would die.”

The voice through the phone had been filled with regret. As a Taichi master, their vision was both grand and head high expectations for people.

“Ah, big brother, when are you coming to Guangdong? I heard one of the princelings has pulled in Zhang Wei to fight some mainlander on the fifth of next month. Didn’t he ask you to to oversee it?” Chen Bin asked.

“I’ll be there in a few days. Have you met that youth yet? You said he is an expert of Xingyi and the art of the sword, correct?” Chen Bin asked.

“He’s about 20 years old and is quite rustic. That should have been his first fight and is with a small time company it seems. However his words and mannerisms are pretty seasoned without any of the youthful impulses. I’m willing to bet this person isn’t any regular person.” Chen Bin spoke of her personal opinion before saying, “Big brother, I can’t hear you well over the phone. Why don’t you come over so we can talk face to face? Ah, hurry up actually, maybe you can take a look at Qin Maojiao’s body to see if you can learn something from it? Right now his body is with Xu Zhen.”

“En, I’ll be over to take a look.”

Three days ago while Wang Chao had been observing the snake and cat fight, within a private villa near Guangzhou City’s Pearl River, a specially made freezer coffin could be seen with Qin Maojiao’s body in it.

Outside the lounge, there was a black suited solemn looking man. Inside the lounge, a gold-rimmed glasses wearing man around 1.8 meters could be seen standing with a grieving look in his eyes.

This man was one of the Three Tigers of Guangdong; expert of Tongbei, “Little Arm Saint” Xu Zhen.

Behind Xu Zhen were several other youngsters both male and female. They were evidently his disciples.

The males and females were clearly grieving and furious, but they did not say anything in an attempt to keep up a calm demeanor.

Xu Zhen’s disciples were mainly filled with the sons and daughters of merchants and even high ranking officials. This way, many people were closely connected with each other, and even a princeling with control of many things would not be able to sell their own honor.

And when Xu Zhen had retired from the Jianghu and became a commercial businessman, his Tianle Corporation had became strong and powerful. Thus, he became a person that could not be ignored.

Xu Zhen’s disciples had came from the white and black roads of life. But who would had known that one of his disciples would be killed by one of the minor gangs in a fighting match. This was such a shock that no one had expected.

Furthermore, Qin Maojiao had been his most talented disciple. At the mere age of 26, he had reached the pinnacle of Clear Jin. Qin Maojiao had been extremely hard working as well; his White Ape style Tongbei had already reached the realm where the “sound follows the fist” after observing an ape for a year. Although he had not yet reached a high enough mastery, he was only a paper thin margin away from the next stage. If he could only polish his mind and get rid of his arrogance to become calm, then he would have been able to reach the Hidden Jin stage and become a master of martial arts.

Those who practiced martial arts had a deep emphasis on who they imparted their martial arts to. Even the most skilled practitioners had regarded those that would receive their legacy as highly important.

There was another very important reason.

That reason was that once one grew old, their body would grow weak and their arms and legs would atrophy in both strength and speed. If they were to be challenged by another challenger, then they could have their disciple represent them in a competition.

But not a single disciple that came across such a situation would not have their names become widespread after such a competition.

For any martial artist, even the most famous one, it didn’t matter how famous one was. If they were to lose in a competition even once, then it would be an unbearable shame they could not live down. Even death would sometimes be the better alternative.

Within the world of martial arts since the ancient times, this was a common occurrence. At the same time, that was why every martial artist had treated competitions highly.

To many martial artists, their own reputation was far more important than their own lives.

An outstanding disciple’s most important mission was to protect the reputation of their master.

Many disciples would often wait on their masters hand and foot, resulting in a deep father-son relationship to form. So when a disciple died, it was like the master’s son had died.

Xu Zhen had been in the middle of an important business deal in Hong Kong, but the very instant he had heard of the news, he came rushing on over. In his heart, he was feeling grief, sadness, pity, shock, and even fury.

He was already 40 years old, which was what most martial artists regarded to be the peak of their youth. After several years like 50 or even 60 years, the road of degeneration awaited them. So Xu Zhen had been urgent in trying to bring up a promising disciple in order to help protect his own reputation.

Qin Maojiao had been the prized disciple he had chosen, but he had unfortunately died.

This had caused a feeling to well up inside of him, one that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Although his business had millions, one’s reputation within the martial arts world could not be bought.

“Master Chen, have you seen my disciple’s wounds? This is the Chopping Jin of Xingyi Quan’s tiger stance. His chest has been broken up and the Hidden Jin has permeated his inner organs. Sister Chen had seen the fight with her own eyes, so what truly happened? Could you help clear things up?”

Despite being in grievance, Xu Zhen still remained the refined manner he had built up over the years.

Aside of Xu Zhen’s disciples, there was a male and female standing right next to him by the coffin. They both stood right in front of Xu Zhen’s disciples, clearly indicating that the two of them were on equal grounding with Xu Zhen.

Within the martial arts world, the most qualitative masters had set customs amongst each other.

The female was Chen Bin while the male was the one that had shook the Southeastern Asia world by storm. Even amongst the foreign martial arts world, he had a well known reputation, the Taichi master Chen Aiyang.

There were rumors within the martial arts world that Chen Aiyang’s Taichi and Hidden Jin had already reached his heart to the stage where “a fist could strike out from any part of his body.”

The meaning of this had meant that Chen Aiyang’s Hidden Jin had reached everywhere in his body.

Chen Aiyang had once paid a visit to the martial art scholar Xue Lianxin in Taiwan.

When Xue Lianxin had met Chen Aiyang, he had once prophesized, “Within 20 years, your Taichi will reach such a height where even Yang Luchan cannot compete.”

These words of scholar Xue Lianxin had meant that within 20 years, Chen Aiyang’s Taichi would rival even Yang Luchan.