Husband-stealing story

Chapter 43

Shen Yun scoffed, "He might not be a match for Nineteen." But his eyes were fixed on an old man in black in the corner, holding a teacup in his hand.

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Zheyi had already taken out a soft whip from his waist: "May I ask for your guidance, young lady?" The word "guide" had barely left his lips when the long whip was already thrust out. His movements were extremely strange, like a snake flicking its tongue, the long whip following him like a shadow, coiling around Shijiu's body, impossible to shake off.

Nineteen became careless at first and almost got hit several times. She naturally knew the potency of the Tang family's poison, and that she absolutely could not afford to be touched by that long whip.

She darted left and right, like a fiery fox, weaving through the gaps in the whip.

However, Tang Zheyi was no ordinary man. The more he retreated, the more aggressively the long whip became, pressing ever closer. He deliberately showed off his skills, intentionally pointing the long whip at his heart, groin, and other indecent places.

Shen Yuntan's lips curled up slightly, making Tianxiu feel a chill: "Don't let me know when you're killing someone. I have some connections with the Tang Clan."

As they were talking, Nineteen had already been forced into a corner by the long whip.

Nineteen was furious.

He was completely enraged.

Nineteen was a straightforward person; in a moment of impulsiveness, she forgot about the poison on the whip. Like a broadsword, she aimed directly at the tip of the whip. She used her left foot to tiptoe along the wall, flipping herself up like a fiery red roc swooping down on Tang Zheyi.

Tianxiu's expression changed. This was the first time he had seen Shijiu fight seriously, and he couldn't help but smile wryly: "Don't you think her fighting style is very similar to ours?"

Yun Tan remained silent, but his brows were already furrowed.

Their fight was quite intense, and many tenants leaned out from upstairs, including Xu Ziqing and Gu Yan.

Tang Shijiu brandished her broadsword, raised both arms horizontally, and leaped into the air. Her previously restrained movements suddenly became fluid and expansive, flowing like clouds and water, sending dust billowing into the sky. Tang Zheyi was thrown off balance by her sudden change, his whip technique faltering, and Tang Shijiu delivered a vicious blow to his cheek.

The stench of blood hit you immediately.

Tang Shijiu's lips curled into a slight smile, his movements becoming even more ruthless as he delivered the finishing blow. Before long, Tang Zheyi was struck in the thigh, his body swaying. However, he was, after all, a renowned figure in the martial arts world; he braced himself with his left hand, springing back up before even hitting the ground. His movements were swift, and a handful of silver needles were already flying out.

"As expected, the Tang Clan all do such despicable things!" Tang Shijiu's feet didn't stop, and his body was already spinning like a top. The Xuanbei Blade swung out horizontally, like a huge net, and ensnared the silver needles.

"No...this is Tuanfu...Tuanfu mental cultivation method!" Tianxiu stared intently, and couldn't help but whisper.

Shen Yuntan raised an eyebrow slightly, but his expression remained impassive.

Tianxiu's glassy eyes narrowed. She raised her teacup and took a sip: "Yun Tan, now I understand why you were willing to pretend to be a useless person who couldn't do martial arts and stick by her side. No wonder you were dawdling and couldn't get to Jinhu Manor. It turns out you obtained the Tuanfu Heart Sutra and had a clue. You truly deserve to be Master's number one disciple."

Shen Yun remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, only looking at the old man in the corner.

He had his own thoughts. Someone had impersonated him and destroyed Jinhu Manor to frame him and draw attention to him. This tactic resembled his master's methods, but upon seeing the Tang Clan members, he had some doubts. The destruction of Jinhu Manor had mostly killed insignificant martial arts heroes; the extent of the Tang Clan's role in this was still unknown.

Xuanbei Dao had already blocked Tang Zheyi's long whip.

The smile on Shijiu's lips grew more pronounced, while the fear in Tang Zheyi's eyes deepened.

However, just as the Xuanbei sword was about to graze his neck, it stopped.

"I won't kill anyone. Killing you would only dirty my knife."

Someone stood up from the corner, walked into the hall, and helped the swaying Tang Zheyi. The person's eyes were like lightning, and he exuded a suffocatingly domineering aura.

"I am Tang Di, and I am grateful for your martial arts skills, young lady. But I do not know what your relationship is with Ge Yang?"

These words caused an uproar among the assembled heroes.

Tang Shijiu had never had a good impression of the Tang Clan, but seeing that the old man spoke politely, he didn't want to be too impulsive, so he simply replied, "I don't know Ge Yang," and then tried to return to the table.

Tang Diku reached out to stop her, and said sternly, "We who travel the martial world value our masters the most. Does the young lady not even acknowledge her grandmaster?"

Tang Shijiu was furious: "Can't you Tang Clan members understand human language? My master is Xie Dongsheng of Xiaoyao Manor, not some Ge Yang."

Tang Di had never heard of the name Xiaoyao Manor before, and couldn't help but sneer: "Xiaoyao Manor? A dilapidated gate built by a country bumpkin can have such martial arts? Miss, don't try to fool this old man."

Tang Shijiu was raised by Xie Dongsheng, who was like a father to him, respectable and lovable. Now that he heard Xie Dongsheng insult his teacher, how could he swallow this insult?

Just as he was about to speak, a loud shout came from upstairs: "The Xiaoyao Manor walks the martial world with integrity, while the Tang Clan, with its unorthodox and despicable ways, dares to mention my master's name?"

Nineteen looked up in surprise, not expecting that the person who spoke was actually Xu Ziqing.

Xu Ziqing was a man of pride, especially when it came to saving face. Although he always felt that Xie Dongsheng was somewhat unworthy of his background, he was ultimately rescued and raised by Xiaoyao Manor. Having read many classic texts, he naturally looked down on the Tang Clan's unorthodox methods of using poison and hidden weapons. Now, hearing that Tang Di had humiliated Xiaoyao Manor and that only his senior sister had stepped in to protect it, he couldn't help but feel a surge of chivalry.

Tang Shijiu laughed loudly: "Good! As expected of a disciple of my Xiaoyao Manor! Junior brother, today we fight side by side, and I don't believe we can't beat this old monster to death!"

Shen Yun shook his fan: "Tang Diku is no old monster. I'm afraid even Tang Shijiu and her junior brothers and sisters couldn't defeat him." He suddenly swayed and coughed violently: "Shijiu..."

Tang Shijiu, who had been on the verge of attacking, immediately put away his sword when he heard Shen Yuntan cough: "Let's stop fighting, let's stop fighting, my friend isn't feeling well."

Shen Yuntan's face was pale. He leaned on Nineteen's arm and said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I have a headache."

Tianxiu curled his lip; this guy was putting on quite a show.

Tang Di persisted, "Young lady, the Tuanfu Heart Sutra is not something you can control. It will inevitably backfire in the long run. Why don't you come back with me..."

His words sparked even more whispers among the crowd. Xu Ziqing, who had also heard a little about this mental cultivation method, couldn't help but give Tang Shijiu a cold look upon hearing this.

He secretly wondered if Nineteen's martial arts had suddenly improved so much that he must have really acquired some extraordinary skill or technique.

Tang Shijiu was preoccupied with Shen Yuntan and had no time to pay attention to him.

Tang Di had been speaking eloquently for a long time without receiving a response, and he was at a loss for words, unsure whether to take action or not.

Seeing Tang Diku's old face turn from green to yellow, then yellow to black, Tianxiu felt really embarrassed and couldn't help but remind him, "Nineteen, Mr. Tang is talking to you."

Tang Shijiu stood up and said coldly, "Mr. Tang, I respect you as a senior in the martial arts world and call you 'sir.' But I also want to ask you boldly, do the people of your Tang Clan have any sense of reason? We were just having a casual chat, and your Tang Clan's eldest daughter resorted to violence. When she couldn't win, she called her brother for help. When her brother couldn't win either, she brought out her grandfather. It's one thing for you to use a series of attacks against a newcomer like me, but this kind of family feud is just taking advantage of the fact that I, Tang Shijiu, am all alone and have no relatives?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, pleasing to the ear. Everyone in the martial arts world nodded in approval, and their gazes toward the Tang family members were filled with contemplation.