vncnus Chapter 7 Suffering from Being Cultured
Chapter 7 Suffering from Being Cultured
Sikong Xuan walked up to Duan Yu and asked anxiously, "Young Master Duan, have you brought back the antidote for the Lightning Sable?"
Duan Yu looked embarrassed and said honestly, "Well... we haven't gotten the antidote yet; something unexpected happened."
"No! How could there be no one?!" Upon hearing this, Sikong Xuan immediately became anxious.
Including him, his dozen or so disciples had all been poisoned by sable, suffering every day in agony, hoping for the antidote to save their lives. Without this antidote, wouldn't they be left to wait to die?
"Really, no..." Duan Yu was startled by his ferocious expression and quickly explained, "Miss Zhong's father has a bad temper. Young Master Luo went to deliver the message and even got into a fight with him. Anyway, the message was delivered, and the antidote should arrive in a day or two. I came back to deliver the message first so that you wouldn't have to wait too long."
"You little brat! You're playing us!?" Sikong Xuan had no mind to listen to what Duan Yu was saying at this moment. He stepped forward and was about to grab Duan Yu's collar, but before he could make a move, Russell pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't move."
Russell's calm voice rang out.
Caught off guard, Sikong Xuan was pinned down and froze. Startled and enraged, he turned and yelled, "Boy! Who are you? How dare you meddle in my business!"
He struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch under the immense force of his shoulder.
"I said don't move, are you deaf?" Russell's gaze suddenly turned cold, and his five fingers suddenly clenched, unleashing his inner strength.
"Thump!"
Sikong Xuan felt a tremendous force pressing down on his shoulders, his legs went weak, and he was forced to kneel down without any resistance, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.
A sharp pain shot through him, draining all color from his face. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. He cried out, "Holy Envoy! Holy Envoy, save me!"
"Useless thing." Fu Yu snorted coldly and flicked a long sword from his sleeve.
Although she looked down on the Shennong Gang, this rabble, since they had already submitted to Lingjiu Palace, they were now considered its subordinates. Allowing outsiders to humiliate them in front of everyone would be a disgrace to Lingjiu Palace and even to the old lady Tianshan Tonglao herself.
"Sigh~ Why are they fighting again..." Duan Yu watched from the sidelines, feeling utterly exasperated. These martial arts heroes were truly unreasonable one after another. Confucius said that a gentleman uses words, not fists, but these people never listen to what others have to say. They're ready to draw their swords at the slightest provocation.
"With a low level of education, the way to solve problems is inevitably simple and crude," Russell chuckled, and with a skillful flick of his wrist, he completely dislocated Sikong Xuan's shoulder joint, then casually tossed him aside.
He had already figured it out while meditating last night. These gangsters were so innocent and reckless because they didn't receive enough education when they were young, which is why they developed such a fearless and unreasonable temperament.
Lacking reverence and reason, they only know how to fight and kill.
The group of cultivators in the Big Dipper Sect were like this, and naturally, the group of martial artists in the Heavenly Dragon Sect were no better.
It's pitiful that he and Ye Fan, two proper undergraduates, are finding it extremely difficult to persuade others with reason in this world full of illiterate people.
My sins, my sins...
As Russell was thinking this, the four women from Lingjiu Palace had already drawn their swords and attacked.
The four swordsmen moved with agility, simultaneously flanking Russell from four directions: front, back, left, and right.
"Charge!" The leading woman's voice was like shattered jade. With a flick of her wrist, the sword was already three inches in front of Russell's brow.
Three other longswords pierced at the same time, striking Russell's left ribs, right shoulder, and back. In an instant, the four swords moved in unison, their sword strikes intertwining, blocking Russell's path forward and retreat.
Russell, however, appeared extremely composed, unleashing the Zhouyou Liuxu Steps. His feet traversed the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching, turning from Qian to Kan, and from Kan to Li. With each step, he transformed the universe, and with each turn, he created a new world. As he moved, his green robe fluttered amidst the sword light, like a leaf that always floated on the water, strolling leisurely through the sky full of sword shadows.
Upon seeing this, Fu Yu was slightly stunned. Her "Four Symbols Sword Formation" was a superior combined attack technique of Lingjiu Palace. The four people were of one mind and cooperated seamlessly. Ordinary experts would often be caught up in it and become flustered within a few moves. However, this young man in green robes had such strange and graceful movements that it seemed to be from the same lineage as the sword formation.
Despite their surprise and doubt, the swordsmanship did not diminish in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty moves had passed, and the sword formation was operating more and more rapidly. The sword lights were almost connected. The four women's breathing became rapid. Russell seized the opportunity, his figure suddenly accelerated, and he broke through the center of the four swords' encirclement, directly reaching the core of the sword formation.
Fu Yu, who was in the main formation, only felt a blur of green before her eyes, seemingly real yet unreal. By the time she realized something was wrong and tried to change her move to protect herself, it was already too late. Russell had already appeared behind her, his right index and middle fingers pressed together, gently against her throat.
The other three swords were simultaneously frozen in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.
"good!"
Seeing this, Duan Yu, who had been anxiously watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer, completely unaware of how noticeable his shout was in the silence.
Swish!
All eyes immediately turned to Duan Yu.
Duan Yu's excitement froze instantly. He awkwardly lowered his hand, which was halfway raised, and subtly took a half-step back. A bad premonition welled up in his heart.
"He doesn't know martial arts, capture him first!" shouted one of the quick-thinking Shennong Gang disciples.
A stone stirred up a thousand waves.
Almost at the same instant the words fell, more than a dozen figures rushed out from the Shennong Gang members, swords and sabers raised, and charged towards Duan Yu.
In Duan Yu's eyes, only a second had passed, and more than a dozen figures appeared in front of him.
Idiot... Russell shook his head. With Big C not around, how dare the soft support bark like a dog? Is this a complete freebie?
"Stop it, all of you!" At this moment, Fu Yu shouted angrily, causing the Shennong Gang disciples who were itching to attack to stop and look at each other in bewilderment.
Fu Yu, however, stopped looking at them and slowly turned her head, her gaze returning to Russell's face, which was close at hand. She changed her tone and spoke softly, "Young master, were you using the Lingbo Weibu just now? Are you a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect?!"
"Oh?" Russell raised an eyebrow and withdrew the two fingers that were pressing on Fu Yu's throat. He wasn't surprised that Fu Yu could recognize Lingbo Weibu.
In the original story, even the likes of the Wu Boss from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands could recognize the style of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. As a direct descendant of the Lingjiu Palace, Fu Yu, even if he hadn't learned the profound martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect, still had some knowledge of it.
"Young Master Luo, so you're one of us!" Duan Yu's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. He dared not linger any longer and quickly ran to Luo Su's side, only then feeling a little safer.