Poules et chiens volent dans le chaos et la renaissance

Chapitre 26

Ming Er glanced at Lie Chifeng and smiled, "With Brother Lie here, Miss Fushu should be arriving soon, though perhaps she's a little late and still on her way."

Lie Chifeng opened his eyes, turned his head to the right, and looked coldly at Ming Er and Lan Qi, his expression full of patience.

When Lan Qi saw him open his eyes, he smiled and said, "Oh dear, Brother Lie, you're awake! Look, the martial arts competition has already started, but you've kept your eyes closed and missed the wonderful battles of all the heroes. What a pity!"

“Yes, Brother Lie is a martial arts enthusiast, how could he miss such a good opportunity?” Ming Er agreed wholeheartedly.

Lie Chifeng glanced at the two of them from head to toe and said, "If you two were to compete now, I would not blink an eye from beginning to end." After saying that, he closed his eyes and ignored the two of them.

He really can't forget her. Lan Qi and Ming Er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes met, they smiled at each other, straightened their clothes, and sat up straight. Even this martial arts fanatic Lie Chifeng cares so much... Hmph, a formidable rival!

Ren Qi, hearing their laughter and chatter, glanced at the three a few times, finding them quite interesting—seemingly friends yet rivals, their auras different but their presence equally matched. He felt a surge of goodwill, thinking he would definitely get to know them better after the conference. His gaze followed their movements and landed on his junior brother, Ning Lang, in the pavilion. He felt a surge of joy, but knowing it wasn't appropriate to approach them at the moment, he smiled and let it go. Turning back, however, his eyes caught sight of Feng Yi standing gazing at Kong from behind.

He and Feng Yi were old acquaintances. Due to the friendship between their two sects, he had been sent by his master to cultivate in the Misty Mountains, where he stayed for half a year. It was during that time that he met Feng Yi. Feng Yi was always silent and reserved, preferring solitude, as still as a deep pool. He loved making friends, and how could he not try to befriend someone like Feng Yi? However, he was indifferent to everyone, seemingly polite but actually cold, as if nothing in the world could concern him. It was as if he had never seen Feng Yi so distraught and lost in thought. After watching for a while, he noticed that Feng Yi would occasionally glance at Lan Qi, but most of the time he stared blankly into the void ahead.

He and Lan Qi were brothers, so why had he never heard him mention it, and why did they react so differently when they met? Ren Qi wondered to himself.

Some people on the corridor were focused on their competition, some were pondering, and some were calculating in their minds; it was all very quiet.

The square, however, was a completely different story, bustling with activity.

Cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the air.

You wield your broadsword, I brandish my precious sword; your palm strikes are as fierce as the wind, my fists as powerful as a tiger; you are as agile as a monkey leaping, I am as light as a feather falling; your moves are like a series of rapids, my style is like a surging river…

On the square, heroes from all walks of life displayed their martial arts skills, defeating one opponent only to be defeated by the next. I came down, and you came up... All that could be seen was the clash of swords, the roar of fists, and the exhilaration of the fighters, which filled the onlookers with passion and excitement!

These successive matches, though exciting, showed that the martial arts skills of these individuals were far inferior to those of Lan Qi and Ming Er, yet Yuwen Luo still watched with great excitement. He had witnessed the grand gathering at Changtian Manor before, but he felt that this event before the Shouling Palace was the true martial arts tournament, a true contest of heroes. Chapter Thirty-Three, Part Eleven: The Beauty of Ying Mountain (Part Two)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:07:05.0]

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Changtian Manor is picturesque and elegant, but how can it compare to the grandeur and magnificence of the Shouling Palace on Yingshan Mountain? The heroes who have come here can be said to encompass the entire martial arts world. They gather here, regardless of their own martial arts level, they fight with all their might, they display all the skills they have learned in their lives, and they strive to climb the goal. Whether they win or lose, they have fully demonstrated the heroic spirit of men!

Another competition ended, with the winner being "Buddha's Hand Three Thousand" Jin Que Lou. The next challenger surprised and excited the crowd. It was a beautiful woman, dressed in a Taoist robe, yet her beauty and icy demeanor were undeniable. She was none other than Shang Ping Han from Fei Xue Guan.

The once imposing Jinque Tower, upon seeing Shang Pinghan, immediately lost some of its charisma. "You...you also want to compete for...the title of Martial Arts Leader?" He was tall and handsome, a man who would normally be quite likable, but his speech was halting and disjointed, ruining his heroic image. The men in the square looked at him with disheartened expressions, while some female warriors chuckled, watching him with great delight.

"I, Shang Pinghan, would like to see where Feixue Temple's martial arts rank in the martial arts world," Shang Pinghan said coldly.

What she said wasn't wrong. Every Yingshan Martial Arts Tournament, ostensibly a competition for the title of Martial Arts Emperor, was also a covert battle for martial arts rankings. The highest and strongest was not only the Martial Arts Emperor but also the number one martial artist. Those who lost learned their place in the competition, so even those who knew they couldn't win the title still fought for it; they were fighting for a prestigious position in the martial arts world.

"I...I won't argue with you, I'm leaving." Jin Que Lou murmured to Shang Ping Han, then slowly turned to leave.

"Wait!" Shang Pinghan shouted, "How dare you look down on our Feixue Temple?!"

"No," Jin Que Lou quickly replied.

"So you're looking down on me, Shang Pinghan, a mere woman?" Shang Pinghan's eyebrows furrowed.

“I didn’t,” Jin Que Lou hurriedly replied.

"Then why don't you spar with me?" Shang Pinghan's already cold and pretty face was covered with an even colder layer of frost. "Although all the women in my Feixue Temple are women, none of us are spineless and want others to give way to us! I, Shang Pinghan, will just use the sword in my hand to test our skills. If I win, I win; if I lose, I lose. I will take responsibility for my own defeat!" After saying that, she drew her long sword and pointed it straight at Jinque Tower. "Make your move."

"Alright then." Jin Que Lou had no choice but to flick his whisk. "Be careful."

As soon as he said this, several snickers rippled through the square, interspersed with a few whispered remarks: "This Jinquelou guy is really a chivalrous man, showing such tenderness towards women."

Shang Pinghan was not about to be oblivious. Feeling disgusted, he flicked his longsword and thrust it straight at Jin Que Lou's chest with incredible speed.

Jin Que Lou quickly dodged, simultaneously using his whisk to block Shang Ping Han's sword. Shang Ping Han's sword spun and slashed straight at his shoulder, but Jin Que Lou bent back to avoid the attack. He then shifted his feet, appearing to Shang Ping Han's right. With a flick of his wrist, three thousand strands of dust coiled towards his sword-wielding wrist. However, halfway through the attack, he suddenly remembered that these dust strands were made of soft jade, seemingly gentle but actually extremely sharp. If they landed on Shang Ping Han's wrist and injured her… The thought made his heart skip a beat, and his wrist froze. But in a battle between masters, there's no time for idle thoughts or hesitation. In that instant, Shang Ping Han's sword was already at his neck.

"Hmph!" Shang Pinghan looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"I... lost," Jin Que Lou said softly.

In a short while, the outcome was decided in just two moves, which greatly angered those who had just been defeated by him.

"Hey, Master Jin, are you having your eye on this woman, so you're deliberately letting her win?" someone shouted. He'd been so heroic when sparring with him just now, but now he looked like a spineless coward.

"Oh dear, people are just being chivalrous. With your rough skin, you could get cut a hundred times and no one would care," someone said gloatingly.

Upon hearing this, Shang Pinghan's expression hardened even further.

Jin Que Lou's face also turned cold. He looked at the man and said, "My defeat is due to my own incompetence. Anyone who is not convinced is welcome to fight Miss Shang." After saying that, he turned and left.

Upon hearing this, Shang Pinghan's expression softened somewhat. He glanced at the man's retreating figure, then swept his gaze across the assembled heroes in the square and announced loudly, "Shang Pinghan of Feixue Temple would like to ask for guidance from all of you fellow cultivators!"

Upon hearing this, some people in the square were tempted, thinking that what ability could such a delicate woman have? Defeating her would be easy. However, defeating such a person would not bring them a good reputation, but would instead invite ridicule for bullying a weak woman. Thus, they hesitated. Others, on the other hand, did not bother to fight her at all, believing that she had only been given the opportunity by Jinquelou. Otherwise, how could she have stood there and made such outrageous remarks?

Just as everyone was hesitating and making excuses, a charming voice rang out: "The merchant's daughter is beautiful and skilled in martial arts, which pleases my sister greatly. Why don't we sisters get to know each other better?" Then, in a flash, a graceful figure landed in the center of the room. It was none other than Mei Rudai, the Palace Master of Baiyan Palace.

Upon seeing them, everyone's eyes lit up. Both women in the room were more beautiful than flowers, yet one was cold and the other warm, one pure and the other radiant, each with their own charm, captivating many viewers.

There are many men in this world who feel an instant connection, and many women who become like sisters upon first meeting, but this is not the case. Some people dislike each other upon first meeting, while others are mutually resentful, especially when beautiful women meet; it is rarely a pleasant encounter.

The heroes were captivated by the beauty of the two women, but when the two beauties looked at each other, they simultaneously scoffed inwardly. One disdained the other's seductive and alluring demeanor, while the other looked down on her aloof and arrogant air. With just one glance, they regarded each other as enemies.

"My little sister is so beautiful. If I were to hurt her in a fight, I would be heartbroken," Mei Rudai said tenderly.

Upon hearing this, Shang Pinghan sneered and said, "Your Baiyan Palace is in the north, and my Feixue Temple is in the south. My surname is Shang, and yours is Mei. Who said we're sisters? Since we're here at Yingshan, let's see who's the real deal. No need for all this nonsense."

"The martial arts world is one family, why are you being so formal, little sister?" Mei Rudai was not angry when she heard this, she still smiled and raised her fair wrist to pull out a gold hairpin from her hair. "Since you don't want to say more, then I won't be polite." The word "了" was still in her mouth when she moved. A golden light flashed and went straight to Shang Pinghan's eyes.

Shang Pinghan retreated swiftly, then turned her head to the side, dodging the golden hairpin. She raised her longsword, aiming straight for Mei Rudai's eyes. The sword flashed with a cold light, equally ruthless and swift. Mei Rudai bent her arm, pulling the golden hairpin back with a "clang." The hairpin had blocked the longsword. The hairpin head was carved like a plum blossom, and the longsword was wedged between the two petals. Shang Pinghan frowned, flicked the longsword, breaking free from the golden hairpin, and then, with a smooth sword stroke, aimed directly at Mei Rudai's delicate eyebrows.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate." Mei Rudai chuckled, twisted her slender waist, shifted her feet to the side, dodging the sword's edge, and then leaped lightly, quickly approaching Shang Pinghan, her golden hairpin aimed directly at his brow. Seeing this, Shang Pinghan hurriedly withdrew her sword to protect him, and with another crisp "clang," the longsword blocked the golden hairpin, but not at the tip, but rather on the plum blossom petal.

"Sister, you have excellent skills." Mei Rudai smiled sweetly. Shang Pinghan immediately felt a pressure coming from the hairpin. She quickly used her internal energy to resist. With a "crack," there was a sound like something splitting. Everyone was wondering what was going on when they saw Shang Pinghan rub her eyes and let out a muffled groan, followed by a scream. A flash of blood appeared, and Mei Rudai quickly retreated, leaving Shang Pinghan alone, rubbing her eyes. A long bloodstain was visible on her fair face.

"Miss Shang!" Jin Que Lou flew over, reaching out but not daring to touch her lightly. He saw a three-inch-long wound on her left cheek, the skin torn and bleeding profusely. His heart ached with pain and anxiety. "You... how are you? Are you in a lot of pain?"

"My eyes..." Shang Pinghan threw his longsword to the ground, clutching his eyes with both hands, his expression one of great pain.

"You...you vixen, you actually used poison in secret! Bring me the antidote at once!" Jin Que Lou glared angrily at Mei Ru Dai.

"Oh, Master Jin, you're not quite right about that." Mei Rudai glanced coquettishly at Jin Que Lou, toying with the gold hairpin in her hand. The plum blossom hairpin's stamen, which was round at the center, was now cracked. "I didn't use any poisonous methods. I'm quite pretty, and I often encounter lecherous bandits. Besides, I'm a weak woman, no match for you men in strength. So I had to hide a drop of 'Tuancao Water' in this hairpin that I always carry with me. It was just for self-protection, but this merchant girl always dislikes my hairpin. She kept hitting and smashing it, breaking it. Unfortunately, the water fell into her eyes. How can you blame me?" She then wiped her eyes with a wronged expression. "Everyone saw it clearly. I didn't intentionally drip it into her eyes."

As everyone listened, they thought to themselves, "This woman is really vicious. She's so ruthless towards women; even men can't compare."

This "Tuancao Water" is the juice of a poisonous herb; it stings upon contact with the skin, let alone the most vulnerable part of the body—the eyes. It's estimated that this beautiful merchant's eyes will be ruined, and the injury on her face... her beautiful face is probably destroyed as well! Ah, the jealousy of women... many people sighed inwardly.

"You...you..." Jin Que Lou was so angry at her words that he felt like his lungs were about to explode. "You still say it wasn't intentional? What about the injury on her face?!"

“That…” Mei Rudai glanced at Shang Pinghan’s bloodied face, feeling a sense of relief, but her face showed guilt. “Sister Shang screamed as soon as she was soaked in the ‘Tuancao Water,’ which startled me so much that my hand trembled, and the hairpin slipped off. It…it wasn’t intentional. If it weren’t for Sister Shang herself…”

"Hey, you deliberately led Miss Shang to knock on your hairpin several times, with so many people watching, how can you still lie!" Mei Rudai's words were interrupted by a very clear voice. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy standing in a small pavilion beside the corridor, his face flushed as he shouted, "The 'Tuancao Water' in your hairpin made Miss Shang blind, but not only did you not stop, you even scratched such a serious wound on her face. You are too cruel!"

Everyone in the square understood Mei Rudai's intentions, except for Jin Que Lou. No one spoke out, which was a consensus among them. Everyone was in the martial world, and regardless of whether they were in the underworld or the legitimate world, they always had to leave some room for maneuver in their words and actions. Who didn't have some dirty thoughts in their heart? Why lift that veil and embarrass others? But at this moment, this young man spoke out without any mercy. Some people cheered inwardly, while others were indifferent.

“Young man.” Mei Rudai’s eyebrows twitched slightly, her expression unchanged, and she smiled sweetly. “Are you here to stand up for the wronged? The situation in a duel between experts can change in an instant. How could I possibly have planned it all out? It was all just a coincidence. Don’t make false accusations. I’m too sorry for Shang Jia’s daughter to have the heart to hurt her.”

"Your words are truly disgusting!" Ning Lang was even more furious upon hearing her words. "How could you be so wicked! You did something wrong and then refused to admit it, instead slandering others. You...you are such a wicked woman!"

Even with her thick skin honed through years of practice, Mei Rudai was still turning pale. Everyone in this world was a shrewd individual, adept at speaking to people in their own way, but today she'd encountered this simpleton, oblivious to the situation and speaking bluntly without any regard for propriety. Seeing the gloating faces in the square only fueled her anger.

Her face hardened, and she said, "If you have any skills, young man, you might as well give me some pointers."

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of a wicked woman like you!" Ning Lang leaped into the air, landing on the plaza in two bounds. His movements were so fast that Yuwen Luo behind him couldn't even give him a few instructions, and could only secretly pray that his little brother wouldn't fall victim to this poisonous woman's clutches. Chapter Thirty-Four, Part Twelve: The Myth of the Blazing Sun (Part One)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:07:07.0]

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When Ning Lang arrived at the scene, he didn't make a move. Instead, he walked up to Jin Que Lou and Shang Ping Han, took out two porcelain bottles from his pocket, and handed them to Jin Que Lou, saying, "This is 'Purple Mansion Powder,' which can heal the wounds on her face. This is 'Buddha's Heart Pill,' dissolve it in water and use it to wash Miss Shang's eyes."

"Huh? Purple Mansion Powder? Buddha Heart Pill?" Jin Que Lou was taken aback. These were priceless spiritual medicines, and he... he actually gave him a whole bottle of both?

“Yes.” Ning Lang didn’t understand why this person wasn’t hurrying to take the medicine to heal his wounds. “My master gave me five bottles of each, so I’ll give you these two.”

His words immediately filled the crowd in the square with envy and jealousy. Ordinary people would struggle to even get one bottle, yet he... possessed five! And he was giving them away so casually, it was simply... simply infuriating!

"Thank you so much, young hero! Thank you so much, young hero!" Jin Que Lou hurriedly expressed his gratitude and accepted the gift.

Although he did not know the boy, his eyes were clear and unblemished, showing that he was kind-hearted.

"You're welcome." Ning Lang felt a little awkward being thanked. He touched his head and saw that Shang Pinghan was enduring the pain without making a sound. Her eyes were red and swollen and blood was flowing from her face. He couldn't help but worry. "You should go and treat Miss Shang's injuries. It's not good to delay any longer."

"Hmm." Jin Que Lou hurriedly helped Shang Pinghan leave, giving Mei Rudai a fierce glare before she left.

"Young brother, which sect are you a disciple of?" Mei Rudai looked at the boy in front of her with a puzzled expression. Her gaze swept over him and she saw the silver spear on his back. She roughly understood what was going on.

"I am Ning Lang of the Ning family, and also a disciple of the Qianbi Sect." Ning Lang turned around and stared at Mei Rudai with wide, fierce eyes, his anger still burning. "How can someone as ruthless as you become the leader of the martial arts world and rule the Jianghu!"

So they were disciples of the Ning family and the Qianbi Sect; no wonder they had so many spiritual herbs. Everyone suddenly realized.

"Hehe..." Mei Rudai chuckled sweetly, "Little brother, what kind of person do you think is suitable?"

“Of course only good people can be in this position!” Ning Lang answered without hesitation.

"Is that so?" Mei Rudai's eyes darted around seductively. "Then let me see if a young man like you is qualified to be the master of the martial arts world!" With that, she pulled another gold hairpin from her hair, holding one in each hand, and looked at Ning Lang with a big smile. "Young man, please go easy on me."

"Hmph, I only want to defeat you and prevent you from becoming the master of the martial arts world, but I won't hurt you," Ning Lang said truthfully.

Many people in the square were thinking to themselves, "Is this kid out of his mind? How can masters guarantee they won't get hurt in a fight? Some have even lost their lives. Yet he says he won't hurt anyone. Is he just stupid, or is he really that skilled in martial arts? You might not hurt anyone, but they'll still try to hurt you!"

"Hehe..." Mei Rudai laughed heartily on the surface, but inwardly she was grinding her teeth. This damned, arrogant brat! "I'm relieved that you've said so, young brother."

Ning Lang drew his gun, bowed respectfully, and said, "Please."

His polite greeting and "please" made many people chuckle. Despite his young age, he was very courteous and proper, which gave some people the feeling of a "little old man," which was quite amusing.

Mei Rudai pursed her lips and said "please," but it was just a joke.

“You’re a woman, you make the first move,” Ning Lang said, getting into position.

Sigh! Some people are already lamenting, is this... are all the children raised in Qianbishan like this? Their upbringing is so good it's both laughable and pathetic.

In the corridor, the heads of various families, including Kong and Qiu Changtian, were quite pleased with the young man's words and actions. Ren Qi was especially proud. Lan Qi covered his face with a jade fan, but one could see from his bright blue eyes that he was smiling. Ming Er, Hua Qinghe, and others also wore smiles. The people in the right corridor, however, seemed both amused and impatient.

"Then I won't hold back." As soon as Mei Rudai finished speaking, two golden hairpins were already thrusting straight at Ning Lang, one into his throat and the other into his chest. The attack was swift and ruthless, and some people secretly began to worry for Ning Lang.

Seeing this, Ning Lang calmly held his silver spear upright in front of his chest. It was a simple move, yet it had the imposing aura of a towering mountain. Mei Rudai immediately felt her attack route blocked and hurriedly withdrew her hairpin to change her move. However, Ning Lang's silver spear followed smoothly and was thrust towards Mei Rudai's left shoulder. With a flash of golden light, Mei Rudai's golden hairpin crossed and blocked the silver spear.

The crowd in the square was completely absorbed in the competition. The silver spear was wielded with an effortless grace, each move a swordsman's style. The golden hairpin moved with lightness and agility, thrusting and parrying, dazzling the eyes. Everyone secretly thought that Mei Rudai indeed possessed some real skill, no wonder she could command the many courtesans in the Hundred Beauties Palace. But Ning Lang was even more astonishing; at such a young age, his martial arts were unexpectedly high, not at all inferior to a renowned figure like Mei Rudai.

What everyone saw was only the surface. Mei Rudai, who was actually fighting Ning Lang, was even more shocked. The martial arts moves used by this young man were extremely ordinary, but every move was solid and just right. Several times when his silver spear clashed with his, the gold hairpin in his hand almost flew out of his hand, which showed that his skills were solid and could not be compared with ordinary masters. Could it be that she, the leader of the underworld, was going to be defeated by a greenhorn?

"Young man, you must be tired after fighting for so long?" A soft, seductive voice and a charming smile captivated many in the square. "Young man, shall we rest for a while?" Her eyes seemed to hold soft hooks, drawing people in and making them lose their senses.

Seduction! Some people secretly realized the danger.

Ning Lang's "No Way Out" move was aimed straight at Mei Rudai's chest when suddenly his vision blurred, and Mei Rudai was replaced by Lan Qi, standing there with a smile and tender expression. Ning Lang was shocked and quickly withdrew his move. Instantly, he felt a sharp pain in his arm; a golden hairpin had pierced his arm. Looking closely, he saw Mei Rudai standing in front of him again, the golden hairpin like a sword aimed at his neck. He quickly reversed his silver spear, and suddenly saw Lan Qi standing gracefully, holding a golden hairpin in each hand. Her deep blue eyes seemed to have countless words to say to him, while his silver spear was about to pierce her. He hurriedly pulled back, and the silver spear cut a gash on his own neck. At the same time, he felt a pain in his chest, and his mind became somewhat confused. He vaguely heard the voices of his eldest brother, third brother, and fifth brother, and then he felt a tightness on his shoulder, as if someone was supporting him. He also seemed to hear Lan Qi's voice...