Martial King's Retired Life

Feeling uncomfortable with Mountain Monster and Ming Feizhen’s intimacy, Su Xiao pulled the latter over: “I’m not done scolding you.”

“You all done yet?” Yi Wangyou aggressed in a low voice. “Young Master Zhong, this one is waiting to speak to you.”

“I apologise for keeping you. Let me finish business first, and then you can reprimand me.”

Convinced and docile thanks to the head pat, Su Xiao responded, “Hurry up, then. I will reprove you… Be careful.”

Ming Feizhen focused on studying those on the stretchers while inquiring, “What do you think, Patriarch Yi?”

“It is a surprise to see you are erudite on Chinese herbal medicine.”

“I have learnt a little. Excuse me, Brother, was your weapon iron rings? A swordsman inflicted your arm injuries, correct?”

The injured man murmured, “Yes… Yes, that’s right.”

Ming Feizhen glanced Yi Wangyou’s way with the corners of lips elevated: “His arms are tough, yet his fingers are thin, which are indications that his style focuses on using the arms as opposed to his hands. Judging from the wounds on his upper arm, the attacker must’ve thrust their sword into the iron rings on an angle and slipped them off in one motion. Only a sword would allow the wielder to perform the feat.”

“I didn’t ask for a summary,” stated Yi Wangyou.”

“Neither was I answering you. Relax.”

Ming Feizhen didn’t laugh along with those around, focusing on checking the injured and sending enquiries. Besides learning the seven seemingly dealt with seven different assailants and weapons, the only other piece of information was their attacker was a stocky individual - virtually useless information given the number of people with physiques that fit the description.

The leader of Deer-Lion Gang voiced, “In other words, it’s a coordinated group attack, and they only go after one weapon a day? Pieces of crap are organised.”

“Not necessarily,” debated Ming Feizhen, having won credibility with the detailed accounts he provided based on the information gathered.

“Could you explain your reasoning?”

“Even so, there are people who can use multiple styles on their own,” contested Yi Wangyou, prompting grim reactions from Long Zaitian and company, who knew what the former was implying.

Someone disputed, “Patriarch Yi, you should not make bold claims without proof given your status. One person capable of utilising seven styles? Is that even human?”

“This one seldom came across anyone who could. He has witnessed one of the inn’s members perform ten styles, though. Honestly, it was an eye opener.”

Ming Feizhen crossed his arms across his chest: “I understand where Patriarch Yi is coming from, and I think it’s a justified speculation. The fatal injury of this dead victim doesn’t appear clear, but I can tell the culprit finger jabbed a fatal accupoint using a rarely seen internal strength mental cultivation style that allows the user to add a heat element to the jab. One such style is… Kunlun Sect’s Yang Blood True Qi.”

“You agree it was him, then?”

“No, it wouldn’t be him. I can swear on my life. To be candid, I have not worked out the details.” An epiphany hit Ming Feizhen while his eyes did laps, searching for evidence to support his oath, and it came from Yin Zhengmei. “Would you happen to be Widow Broadsword Sect’s Patriarch Yin?”

“You know me?”

Combining what he heard at Luo Clan’s place and his own brain concoction, Ming Feizhen squinted: “If I am correct, have you always had your Widow Broadsword stolen? You do not intend to tell me you sent it back for maintenance, do you?”

“Wh-wh-what nonsense is this?!”

How the heck does he know my weapon was stolen?!

“Relax, Patriarch Yin. While everyone attacked thus far has ended up in this state” - Ming Feizhen pointed to the stretchers - “you do not have as much as scratch on you. That goes to show how incredible you are, does it not?”

Ming Feizhen waited for Yin Changmei’s rage - a product of public disgrace - to turn to a smug grin at his flattery before continuing, “I never mentioned it with the intent of disparaging you. I merely wanted to inquire how the fight went.”

“They sneaked up on me and knocked me out in one strike.”

“What are you trying to say, Young Master Zhong, that Tang Ye would not jump Patriarch Yi?” questioned Yi Wangyou.

“Not at all. I would like to ask you, however, could you defeat Patriarch Yin in one strike?”