goodnovel Chapter 386 - 238: Beating the Master with 100 Punches, Filial Disciple_3
Chapter 386 - 238: Beating the Master with 100 Punches, Filial Disciple_3
Chunyu Cultivator squinted his eyes, yet laughed freely:
"However, there are countless heroes in the world, and talented individuals abound. Only the most outstanding ones can truly amaze everyone.
Compared to my disciple Zhaoyang, Bai Qilang still falls short.
Zhaoyang walks the path of the Sword Cultivator; with a Divine Soldier in hand, even the most formidable physique must fear him threefold."
"If I had wielded the Nanming Li Fire back then, how could I have let that wretch Ninghai Zen gain the upper hand!"
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At Yanzi Cliff, Ninghai Zen fished by the riverside.
After the time it took for two incense sticks to burn, he saw Chen Xing arriving by boat.
Unlike the last time they met, when he was wearing splendid robes, with a beard like a halberd, exuding a heroic aura.
This time, the master was somewhat unkempt with snow-white hair, his once straight back inexplicably stooped, and his eyes dull and murky, like an elder nearing his twilight years.
"Master, are you unable to suppress your injuries?"
Ninghai Zen’s gaze sharpened with apparent surprise.
"Hai Chan, do not worry. I accidentally made a mistake while practicing a few days ago and suddenly vomited blood, but after careful recuperation, I’m much better now."
Chen Xing wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, unconcerned:
"The villagers often say, at seventy-three or eighty-four, King Yama won’t take you away but you’ll go on your own. As the years passed, I’m almost at that age. That fateful day, it will come sooner or later.
Life and death, I view them lightly. It’s just that occasionally, I think of you and Tongwen Hall.
The plaque ’Yihai Canglong,’ which should have illuminated Hundred Rings Square, ended up gathering dust in Black River County."
Ninghai Zen sighed:
"It’s all in the past, Master. The old matters from decades ago, why bring them up?
Did you see Ah Qi, how was it?"
Chen Xing’s face slightly tightened, quickly raising his head, showing a look of relieved satisfaction:
"A great sapling! Suitable to inherit the legacy of Tongwen Hall! In choosing a disciple, Hai Chan, you’re no less adept than I am, hahaha!"
Ninghai Zen curiously asked:
"Master is so pleased. Have you thought of personally guiding and nurturing your grandson disciple?"
Chen Xing laughed louder to conceal his inner unease:
"My disciple, who overpowered the Seventeenth Lineage, fought alone against Grandmasters, and annihilated four clans... Although Ah Qi is outstanding, ultimately, compared to my disciple, he’s not equal.
My disciple is already exceptional, having consumed all my efforts. How could I have any energy left to cultivate younger talents?"
Ninghai Zen threw aside the fishing rod, looking across the water, sternly saying:
"Master, we know each other too well. Stop pretending. I’ve seen your skills improve again; let the disciple weigh them properly!
If you withstand a hundred punches, I won’t take Ah Qi away. If you can’t, you’ll need to abandon those calculations sooner!"
The Celestial Cyan Robe rustled, and Ninghai Zen’s imposing figure stood on Yanzi Cliff, seeming to fill the space between heaven and earth, rendering the mountains and waves insignificant.
"I’ve been injured and vomited blood, yet you still want to make a move? You truly are a rebellious disciple!"
Chen Xing wiped the blood off his lips, slowly standing, gazing at Ninghai Zen, who appeared like a titan, exuding vast majesty:
"For the sake of your mistress waiting for me to return for dinner, spare a few punches."
Ninghai Zen laughed:
"Master, feigning weakness against the enemy is a tactic you taught me, and it won’t work on your disciple.
A hundred punches, honestly, it’s just a gesture of filial piety, Master, please accept it."
Chen Xing’s eye twitched:
"Then, don’t hit my face, leave me some dignity."
Suddenly, holding his chest, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood, as if his injury erupted.
Ninghai Zen froze, unsure of the master’s condition, when suddenly the surrounding hundred miles of water seemed to sink, as if trampled and collapsed by a colossal entity.
That small boat shattered instantly, as shadows swept across the sky like clouds obscuring all, charging towards the figures on Yanzi Cliff!
"Sneak attack, a sucker punch, taking advantage of others’ danger... these are all my skills! Rebellious disciple, today, witness your master’s Black Heart Evil Palm!"