Martial King's Retired Life

Volume 11.5 Chapter 01

Moments ago, following a ray of light hitting the rocky faces, the clouds drew filaments of light further down, melding the blackness with the water.

“This is almost torrential rain.” The maiden wearing turquoise garments gazed up to see silver droplets belting down onto her ship with a fraction of a second in between beats.

“Miss, the ship is leaving; please board.”

“Understood.” The maiden kept her head down when boarding to avoid interactions with anyone.

Su Li had yet to board when she heard monkey eeks from afar, halting her in her tracks. She had heard the poetic lines, “Among Three Gorges of Badong County, Wu Gorge is the longest. One cannot help but shed tears once they hear three ape eeks,” but she didn’t expect to experience it for herself. Nevertheless, she persuaded herself not to dwell and boarded the ship.

The ship made its way through the water screen to Yanlin Crossing, one of the three crossings among Three Gorges, at a reasonable pace.

Yanlin Crossing was often busy receiving and seeing off visitors purely because it was an ordinary landing zone. Due to the danger of traversing Wu Gorge, travellers crossing it prepared to forfeit their lives. From a third-person perspective, apes that gathered there, which was a lot, often cried out, contrasting the tension of travellers with their mournful tones. The tears shed were not tears of sympathy but tears shed out of fear for one’s life. Bandits specialising in warfare on water lied in ambush along the three water routes to unlawfully take goods from travellers.

Top constable Yan Shisan - who referred to himself as “I’m the imperial court’s brick. Where’s the gap? I’ll fill it.” - established seventy-five branches of Liu Shan Men in the nine provinces, setting him apart from every other armed department. His thirteen elite direct subordinates were notorious for gambling, dining, drinking, and romping and dashing on hookers, but nobody could stop the mad dogs who never stopped hounding their prey.

The thirteen constables were nothing short of a hurricane that cleared out underground factions. The only real major case involving the martial arts community in years was the young mistress of Mount Lu Sword Sanctuary losing her undergarment.

Yan Shisan’s sixth rank subordinate, the three water routes’ top constable - Boundless - acted as Three Gorges manager. Boundless was the sort of man to make stepping on dog faeces sound as if Armageddon was descending upon mankind, and he loved to pad his resume. He was the bane of illegal guilds in the area owing to him squeezing everything he could out of them. Hence, they’d think twice about trying anything under his watch.

Su Li chose Yanlin Crossing as her destination precisely because Liu Shan Men guarded it. In addition, she could travel incognito, as well as minimise interactions with people in the pugilistic world.

I hope we can reach our destination safely.

Watching the rain fall, Su Li lost herself in her thoughts until a man’s heaving echoed in her ears as if he was a wounded beast howling in a muffled voice. When she escaped the discomfort of the realm, though, she discovered she was still sitting at a dining table.

“What is on your mind, Miss?” The tall and lean young man sharing the table looked straight at Su Li despite her visibly flush cheeks. The upward curve on his lips matched the confidence he held his gaze with.

The fourteen year old maiden’s most charming feature was her prim demeanour that manifested in all of her behaviours that contrasted her hearty personality. She was oblivious to how enthralling her body lines were since she was occupied with brooding. Had the youth in his twenties not called out to her, she would still be dwelling in her thoughts.

“I apologise for concerning you, Young Master Fei. This is my first time leaving home for months and travelling so far. I worry about the long commute back to Suzhou.”

“I see you are afraid of those harbouring ill intent. These are peaceful times. Moreover, Liu Shan Men’s competent constables are managing the martial arts communities effectively. Although there is a risk when travelling across water ways, it is not common to run into pirates. Even the ones who show themselves are but petty thieves, like,” Young Master Fei looked down to a beggar, “this kid.”

The kid couldn’t understand how he ended up grabbing a shoe when he tried to pinch food from the table whilst they were focused on conversing.

Impressed with Young Master Fei’s ability to stealthily swap the items out of the child’s hands without anyone at the table noticing, Su Li’s attendant saluted him. “With you accompanying us, we feel safe. Why does my foot feel cold? Who’s the scoundrel who stole this old one’s shoe?!”

Su Li gently cleared her throat. “Uncle Fu.”

“Ah…” Uncle Fu, embarrassed, aggressively snatched his shoe back and shooed the kid off. Alas, it wasn’t the right place for him to wear his shoe back on; he set his foot atop it and coughed loudly to drive off the awkward atmosphere.

Su Li conveyed, “Young Master Fei, your martial prowess is worthy of praise.”

Young Master Fei responded, “It is only a trifling trick. Nonetheless, it is enough to get rid of petty thieves. As I am accompanying you, I shall not allow any misfortune to befall you. Do you feel you can dine comfortably now?”

“I shall graciously accept your kind offer.”

Su Li’s group was only acquainted with Young Master Fei prior to boarding the ship, so, besides knowing he was from a clan in Beiping, they only had his appearance to work off. They decided to board together as they were headed in the same direction, but Su Li sought his companionship because he appeared to be trained, too.

“You need not stand on ceremony. Our meeting is the will of fate. It is only right that I take care of you.”

Su Li expressed gratitude with a polite smile, ending the conversation. She knew well that he harboured special feelings for her when she was the only person he would spare a smile and be so proactive with. She had been wooed enough times ever since she hit puberty at twelve years of age back home in Suzhou. Howbeit, she was always cognisant of the fact that they weren’t lolicons but people after her clan’s resources. Like fine wine, with age, her beauty enamoured more and more men. She thought things might be different all the way out here, but it wasn’t the case, apparently,

Men…

Time crawled at a snail’s pace after dinner since there was nothing to do until they arrived tomorrow morning. Perhaps it was their boredom that inclined them to tune in to their surroundings, drawing to their attention the voice of a rotund elder telling a story at the platform in the centre. His accent didn’t take away from his clear and sonorous voice in the slightest.In addition, his varying tempo to emphasise parts or otherwise indicated that he was an experienced storyteller on the ship, not the sort of sham artist looking to earn a buck down at the local teahouse.

“The blue sea makes all other waters unworthy of the name. After Wu Mountains, all other clouds are mere puffballs above. Wu Mountains’ clouds and rain is in a league of its own.”

A passenger: “Haha, if that’s true, what’s that liquid in the bowl on your table? Urine?”

Having come across similar passengers plenty of times already, the elder brushed off the mockery and laughter with a chortle. “This old one is ignorant unlike all of you. He has never crossed the ocean. Therefore, the water he has seen is still water. In saying that, his recollections of Wu Mountains are true. You can find proof right outside.”

Nobody could say otherwise when they had seen the scenery for themselves.

Typically, storytellers preferred to recount past events or fables passed down from generation to generation. This elder, on the other hand, was fond of sharing rumours in the pugilistic world or peculiar things. Donations to compliment his content and delivery were always abundant, nevertheless.

Following an impromptu comical interlude, the elder resumed his story. “Last time, we stopped at renowned Constable Yan when we were talking about prominent names in the martial arts community. This time, we are going to talk about someone that people would feel their mouth is filthy after mentioning, the womaniser, Lord Wu - Hua Feihua!”

Elder Fu grabbed Su Li’s hands as she instinctively went to look up, forcing her to bite her lips and keep her head down.

“Wu Feihua started off last year by massacring the entire affluent family of forty-nine people at De’an Manor, then conflagrated it. Save for Demon Sect, he has to be the craziest fellow in years.”

The passenger who tried to slight the storyteller before asked, “Do you know the reason he murdered the family?”

“He is surly by nature. Purportedly, he assumed the merchant family’s daughter, Miss Xu, fell for him just because they made eye contact once on the street, so he went to their door with all the fanfare to propose. Understandably, the merchant rejected him. Taking offence to something said to him, Hua Feihua stomped off. When night fell, he sneaked into their manor. Prior to committing the act of atrocity, he raped Miss Xu in front of their family and then slit her throat. The government couldn’t clean the smell of blood even after ten days of cleaning.”

Equipped with qinggong and combat prowess that stood out, Hua Feihua always made his escape before Liu Shan Men’s constables arrived on the scene for the last year of criminality.

“The degenerate rapes every woman he fancies once he enters someone’s doors. Lucky maidens would only have to shed tears. If they weren’t so lucky, they could at least hang themselves. If they were unlucky, they would bleed with their family. What ignites a flame more than anything is that, before he commits his crimes, he tosses down a sheet of paper with a line from a poem.”

“Fleeting like a dream, like clouds coming and going,” was a line from Bai Juyi’s poem “A Flower as Not a Flower”. The omitted phrases in front were, “A flower is not a flower. Mist is not mist; it comes at night, only to part by daylight.” Add Hua Feihua’s ability to come and go without a trace and you had “Lord Wu”, where “Wu” derived from “mist”.

Su Li called on all her willpower to not let her unsettled emotions show, but her face was still blanched.

“The freakiest thing, though, is that every orthodox sect member who ever crossed paths with him is dead… all of them.”

“All of them?!”

“Indeed. Think about the severity of his crimes. Would the people going after him be ordinary warriors? Yet, not a single one returned alive. If their corpses weren’t mangled, there wasn’t a single trace of them to be found. The government has continued to raise the bounty for him. At this rate, he’s going to be worth the same as Demon Sect’s big wigs. Most importantly…”

“Is?”

“Is…”

“Is…”

“Hehe, the story is over. Please be generous with your rewards.”

“… You want a beating, instead?! You scared the piss out of me!”

“Don’t tell horror stories in the middle of the night, you stooge!”

Accompanying the loud complaints were the sounds of cutlery falling to the floor, yet the elder could still find it him to jovially laugh. Whether he was trying to be friendly, amused, willing to endure or if he was that amiable, they donated despite their verbal abuse.

Stashing away his earnings, the elder continued, “He’s vicious notwithstanding him only being approximately twenty years old. It’d be hard to imagine him as a person who’d kill people in cold blood if you were to see him. He’s… hehe, he looks like the young master there.”

When the finger was pointed to him, Young Master Fei flinched, then tried to pretend nothing was wrong with a stiff smile.

“Actually, he supposedly dresses in a similar fashion. He likes a groomed and polished appearance, embellished with a fan.”

Young Master Fei ignored the inquisitive gazes on him, maintaining a smile. “Really? What a coincidence.”

“It is, hahaha. You even have similar physiques.”

“Are you implying that I am Hua Feihua?”

Su Li turned her pallor face Young Master Fei’s direction. “Y-Young Master Fei?”

The enunciation of his surname was nearly enough for everyone to bolt for the closest weapon.

“… I-I heard Hua Feihua’s last crime was committed at Mount Qingcheng. That being the case, he should be trying to leave the province. I don’t know if he is travelling on foot or by ferry… If he is travelling across the water, he would have to leave near Three Gorges.”

Su Li accidentally knocked her teacup over when her body jolted.

Young Master Fei still remained unfettered. “You said he burnt down the manor after he murdered the family. How, then, would the smell of blood remain for ten days? It sounds like someone may have mistaken the smell of smoke for blood. This is a crucial piece of information. One is raw. One is cooked. Grilled chicken wings and raw duck are two very different things.”

It took a moment for the passengers to realise that Young Master Fei had a solid argument. Their laughter dissipated the ominous ambience that permeated the ship.

“Man, you clown. As if the young gentleman is a rapist. Where can he indulge in carnal pleasure on this shabby ship of yours?”

While Young Master Fei seemed unnerved, Su Li couldn’t forget the poem she received whilst lodging at an inn some time before. The poem was practically an announcement that the grim reaper was coming for her. She had been living as though she was on the run ever since.

“Man, not only do you tell incomplete stories but even made-up stories.” The man with the deep voice and accent not heard in the Central Plain was lying on the ground instead of sitting at a table. He had his arms across his chest and shirt covering his face as though he was sleeping.

“M-may this old one ask what he got wrong?”

“Hmph, when over ten praiseworthy warriors encountered him at Dongting Lake, they attempted to surround and conquer, but he fled whilst killing them. Although blood was spilt and severe injuries were suffered, someone made it out alive unlike what you claimed.”

“How do you know that? Did Hua Feihua personally tell you?”

“Though I can’t speak on other matters, but I know about that. Hua Feihua didn’t tell me, but I participated in the battle. I’m still breathing right now. What happened to your ‘everybody died’?”

Several people gasped in awe. One rather brave passenger queried, “Y-you are?”

“The name is Wei Changfeng. My mentor is Kongtong Sect’s Deity Muyu.”

Kongtong Sect’s fame never dwindled in spite of them not producing any stand-out talent in the last two generations. Hence, false alarm or not, security on board felt guaranteed when Wei Changfeng announced his affiliation. Likewise, Su Li was glad to learn that the youth she suspected was innocent.

Wei Changfeng shifted his gaze over to Young Master Fei. “If it’s not you, don’t confuse people. Careful not to fall prey to someone else.”

“It is unfortunate I cannot change the appearance I was born with.”

“Oh, what a close call.” The elder patted down his moist forehead. “This old one merely relayed the hearsay he heard, so he cannot guarantee accuracy of his information. Furthermore, due to Hua Feihua’s enigmatic character, this old one had to make some blind guesses. Please beg his pardon, Young Master.”

Young Master Fei smiled to convey he didn’t mind.

“Hua Feihua’s background isn’t complex at all.” The tall and lanky middle-aged man sitting to the right of the long study table wasn’t gifted with an eye-catching appearance. His most defining feature, though, was his moustache and thick ‘beardstache’. “His hometown is Yangzhou. He was orphaned as a kid. His estranged cousins, who run a noodle eatery in Yangzhou, lost contact with him long ago. After learning under the tutelage of Beiping’s notorious thief, Lou Louzi, he debuted as Hua Feihua at fifteen years of age. It’s rumoured that he wanted to be a hero from a young age. Unfortunately, he would use chivalry as a guise to commit acts of petty theft. It was only subsequent to Xu Family’s massacre did he gain notoriety and the moniker Lord Wu.”

“… I apologise if this is rude, but may I ask if you know him?” A passenger vocalised.

“No.” The middle-aged man rolled up his bag, unveiling his broadsword sheath strapped to his sheath. “Three months ago, I was assigned to the operation team charged with capturing him. My name is Ma Hanshan, subordinate of Constable Xin. I was assigned to the squad after he raped the daughter of Hero Mo in Langzhong, then took the lives of all twenty-five family members. Ever since then, we took an oath to make sure we apprehended him if it is the last thing we do. Brother Wei and I shall ensure you all reach your destination safely.”

Ma Hanshan was a famous hero of sorts around the area; his promise left no room for doubt.

Subsequent to everyone heading off to their rooms, Su Li moon gazed through a window, instead, still unable to sleep owing to her recent tense period.

“Is something on your mind, Miss?” Young Master Fei led the boy who tried to pinch their food over.

Judging from the fact that the boy had a mantou in a hand, Su Li assumed he stole food again. Young Master Fei awkwardly released his hold on the boy’s free hand and let him go. “He, uh, he’s quite the pitiful boy, having to pinch to survive. I lectured him, but I let him have a mantou since he was so hungry.”

Su Li’s eyes on Young Master Fei couldn’t stay still. No matter what she thought of his attraction to her, she didn’t want to harm the man she still suspected was the infamous Hua Feihua. “I beg your pardon for not understanding your kindness.”

Young Master Fei sneered. “What mistake is there to pardon? You have yet to answer this one’s question: is something on your mind?”

“… Uhm.” Su Li turned back to watching rainfall. A while later, she subtly curved the corners of her lips up. “I’ve been living in fear, unsure when my predator in the shadows will harm me and when my family will be next. I’m scared, but… nobody will lend an ear.”

“Is that because you received the poem’s lines, too?”

Su Li shuddered. “… Please do not do anything silly for my sake.”

Young Master Fei performed a light nasal laugh. “If this one cannot be silly, there is nothing left for him.”

Su Li’s lips stretched further toward her ears.

“Please do not worry. Should any trouble visit, this one will be there to protect you.”

Su Li bashfully titled her head down. “Thank you.”

“Oh, there is one more request this one has for you.”

H-here it comes.

Even though Su Li knew Young Master Fei harboured romantic feelings for her, butterflies still visited her stomach.

“Please feel free to speak.”

“Please do not look down on the boy who stole food.”

Su Li inwardly repeated Young Master Fei’s words multiple times, then blurted, “Huh?”

“Yes, this one would like to ask you not to look down on the boy.”

“That… is your request?”

“Yes.” Young Master Fei looked as serious as a judge.

“Why?” Su Li’s lips turned into a slight pout.

“He stole because he is starving, not because he is bad by nature. He was hungry… too hungry, hungry to the point that he had to forfeit his pride. There are people in this world who are truly challenged.”

Though Su Li couldn’t possibly recall the boy’s features accurately, she was not about to give an insincere response, not when Young Master Fei appeared genuinely invested. “I understand. I shall not judge his character based off this incident.”

Once she responded, Su Li felt glad she replied so for she saw Young Master Fei at his happiest ever. She would even go as far to say that it was her fast time seeing a smile from the bottom of his heart.

While the two chatted away, a girl skipped into the cabin, only to slip over due to the wet floor. Owing to the size of the cabin and voices of so many passengers, the girl’s parents didn’t hear their daughter crying right away. Su Li was going to help the girl up when Young Master Fei picked her up first.

“Come on. Stand up. Here’s a cake for you.” Young Master Fei patted the girls head and, smiling dotingly, questioned, “Am I handsome?”

A smile bloomed on the girl’s lips. “You’re ugly.”

Su Li giggled. “You sure are modest, Young Master.”

***

Only an hour ago, the passengers were struggling to hear each other over their own voices. Now, the dry thunderclap couldn’t even wake them from their slumber.

Young Master Fei watched Su Li sleeping up close for a while before pulling up her thin blanket, then made his way to the opposite end of the cabin. He caught someone’s hand in the dark to put into a lock. “Why are you pinching food again?!”

The young boy didn’t fall victim to the sleep-inducing gas since he sneaked on board, therefore couldn’t sleep in the cabin.

“Why are you here now?!” Young Master Fei pushed the boy away, planning to shoo him onto the deck.

“Nice hand locking skills, but laying your hands on a beggar is a new kind of low.” A man came out swinging, stiffing the boy’s head straight into the floor.

“He’s innocent! Why did you have to be so ruthless! I can’t believe you call yourself an orthodox faction associate!” Young Master Fei brayed.

“But I am,” replied Wei Changfeng, sneering. “Compared to your blemished name, I am orthodox.”

Young Master Fei fashioned a fake smil.: “What are you on about?”

“Will my participation clarify for you?” Liu Shan Men’s constable, Ma Hanshan, sat up from the ground.

“Constable Ma, hello.” Young Master Fei treated Ma Hanshan to a derisive grin.

“Watching out for incapacitating gases is basic knowledge for capturing criminals. Wouldn’t you agree, Hua Feihua?”

“You two must know that it is all a misunderstanding. I didn’t kill them.”

Ma Hanshan scoffed, “Save your cries for the King of Hell.”

“Nothing will come out of talking to him. It took enough effort to lure him. Let’s get down to business!” Wei Changfeng initiated with a dual palm strike from either side.

Privy to the dangers of Kongtong Sect’s boxing and palm disciplines offered, Hua Feihua made sure to evade instead of blocking. Likewise, he dodged Ma Hanshan’s broadsword imbued with green energy.

“Just die already!”

“Hua Feihua, I will finish you.”

The two had a lot of threats to voice, but they couldn’t sting Hua Feihua once. As round two commenced, they saw the world spin and their legs weaken. Both of them could tell what was happening to them.

“What was that about being careful? What makes you think you were the only ones to notice me boarding? Besides, you didn’t even conceal your identities.” Hua Feihua floored both of them off one leg. “I drugged your food and drinks. While you won’t die from it, you’ll be temporarily immobilised.”

“You son of a b-”

“Shut up! You two never investigated the cases properly. You’re adamant about killing me when you’re not even certain I’m guilty. If I really am culpable, you’d already be dead. I may be a thief, but I’ve never taken any lives. Brother Wei, Constable Ma, one of you has engaged him, and one of you is tasked with investigated the string of crimes. Do I look like the brutal killer to you? Do you really not know the truth? I’m innocent.”

Wei Changfeng and Ma Hanshan looked to each other.

“I’m not sparing you two to assert my dominance but to tell you what happened to me. The onus of believing me or otherwise is on your judgement abilities.” Hua Feihua was just about to start his story when a sick feeling, an urge to barf, visited his stomach.

“Ahahaha, don’t look so surprised. I noticed you go light on the drug, so I upped the dose for you. It was in your tea, ahahaha.” While his appearance hadn’t changed, the old storyteller didn’t bother hiding his trained footsteps. “You’re the one always drugging others. How does your own medicine taste?”

“Terrible…” Try as he may, Hua Feiyu’s qi in his dantian wouldn’t respond to his summons, so he went his last resort - qinggong.

Once he regained his freedom of movment, Wei Changfeng stiffed Hua Feihua with a palm that had the latter gasping blood. “That’ll teach you to think twice about drugging daddy, you murderer.”

“I’m not a murderer… I’m being framed.”

“You still want to lie?!” Wei Changfeng mercilessly dug into Hua Feihua again, drawing blood that would have one questioning if humans could store so much.

“Stop. It’s not going to do us any favour if you beat him to death,” vocalised the story teller.

Hua Feihua couldn’t help feeling that he was missing something. Still, when Ma Hanshan came over, he avowed, “Constable Ma… I am truly innocent… It wasn’t me. I’m being framed…”

Ma Hanshan squatted down next to the bludgeoned young man. “I know.”

Hua Feihua ripped his head up. “Wh-what?”

“I said, I know… because I was the one who terminated that stiff Mo Dahai!”

He said it wouldn’t do them any favours if I died, why? Why would my death inconvenience them?

Hua Feihua stretched his eyes wide. “You’re in it together! You always were! The monk from Western Regions and you three ar-”

Hua Feihua didn’t see what it was, but it felt akin to a hammer whacking his face the other way.

The portly elder retracted his arm. “You aren’t qualified to refer to him as so.”

“What happened to not killing him?!” exclaimed Wei Changfeng.

“I didn’t hit him fatally. As penance for insulting His Eminence, I shall take his eyes.”

“It was you… You are the ones framing me.”

“Indeed, hohoho.” The elder sarcastically stated, “You sure made us run around. You stole His Eminence’s treasure and then went into hiding. We used all our brain juice over the last year to lure you out. You have us to thank for building your reputation.”

“You’re the ones who commited rape and murder, yet, yet you have the audacity to say this kind of nonsense? Ma Hanshan, you’re an insult to Liu Shan Men’s constables.”

Ma Hanshan stepped onto Hua Feihua and snorted. “We owe you our thanks. Mo Dahai’s daughter, damn, her skin was luscious. Had it not been for your support, we wouldn’t have been able to taste her.”

These people are crazy. All of them.

“I’ll die before I tell you anything.”

“You might want to climb down from the pedestal you have placed yourself on. You will die without this old one haing to get his hands dirty. After all, your drug is an immobiliser, while this old one’s drug is Sichuan’s Tang Clan’s poison. Once intoxicated, there is no cure. That goes for you and all of the passengers.”

“How can you be so cold-blooded?!”

The elder hissed, “Hua Feihua is the one who killed them. Why are you accusing us of being cold-blooded?”

“… I’m not telling you anything.”

“It sounds like you don’t know our modus operandi. By the time you’ve tasted everything my poison has to offer, you’ll be begging to tell us where you hid it in exchange for death.”

Hua Feihua remained staunch in the face of their threats and whilst feeling his blood leave.

“Young Master Hua seems to be making light of us. Perhaps you’d learn a thing or two about respect if you knew what we did to Xu Clan.”

“Why do you keep rambling? He’s going to spill the beans sooner or later. Why don’t we save that energy for the girl? I’m telling you: she’s definitely tight down there,” Wei Changfeng said.

“Wait.” The elder warned, “His Eminence wants Su Clan’s daughter. Unless you wish to shorten your lifespan, I suggest you stop while you’re ahead.”

Wei Changfeng: You’re the one who decided to train a discipline that won’t let you indulge in intercourse, so why do we have to also suffer?

Ma Hanshan opined, “Although His Eminence wants her, there was no explicit order to bring her back complete. In my opinion, we can enjoy her before we take her back. Besides, do you not see how much he cares about her? He cannot remember where he put it; perhaps we can jog his memory.”

The elder smiled. As for Wei Changfeng, he was already stripping Su Li with his gaze.

Hua Feihua: Ah, damn it. It’s all over for me.

Hua Feihua’s real name was Hua Qing, “hua” as in “flower” and “qing” as in “clear”. Among the information pertaining to him that Liu Shan Men had, a lot was right. Howbeit, a lot was also erreonous. For one, he was only nineteen, not in his twenties as their information suggested. He wasn’t as physically dangerous as in their reports, either. The only thing his teacher taught him was theft and qinggong. The combat skills in his arsenal were merely skills he learnt from watching others.

Merchant Xu possessed an item that a group from Western Regions heckled him for. To fulfil his promise to Merchant Xu, Hua Qing daringly fled with the item before the band of criminals could. In order to force him out of hiding, they turned him into a wanted fugitive who wouldn’t be shown any pity if he was left a mangled corpse on some sidewalk.

The information of his orphan background was congruent with the facts. If his relatives didn’t provide him with his meals, the six year old had to go begging for alms on the streets.

Though his cousin did run a noodle eatery, they barely uttered a word to each other, let alone a sentence. Upon finding out he was a thief, he threw a bowl of piping-hot soup at Hua Qing and yelled, “Scram!” When Hua Qing looked closely, nonetheless, there was a string of money in the soup.

Just as every boy in his hometown dreamt of becoming a hero, he also looked up to heroes in the pugilistic world from childhood. He wanted to run up walls, leap across roofs and practice chivalry. Being a hero wasn’t easy, however. You needed to be strong, a striking appearance and… lots more qualities he didn’t have. He didn’t know how to become a hero. As a matter of fact, he lived every day in fear from the day he began safeguarding the coveted item. He couldn’t fathom how heroes put up with that sort of pressure day in and day out.

Hua Qing was scared for his life, but he boarded the ship in order to protect the girl he’d love to protect for the rest of his life. That was why he knew what to do when Wei Changfeng encroached upon her.

I won’t let you touch her, not even a strand of hair.

“… Stay put.”

“Wha? You can still stand?”

He wasn’t supposed to be capable of standing, yet he did rise to his feet and even issued an order. For a second, Wei Changfeng actually tasted fear, stoking his fire.

“Quit your acting and lie back d-”

Tang Clan’s poison inhibited the flow of true qi, but what good was it when, in reality, Hua Qing didn’t have much true qi to speak of? To overcome dangerous situations when he wasn’t formidable as a fighter, he designed his own insurance policy.

Hua Qing clicked a switch under his sleeve, shooting an iron arrow from the contraption he hid under his sleeve. At close range, it would be fatal. Despite being his first time killing somebody, he wasn’t shaken whatsoever. To the contrary, he was on fire. Hua Qing promptly fired a second, third anfd fourth arrow at the elder’s round belly.

One more to go.

Hua Qing’s vision was as muddy as his consciousness. Nevertheless, his instincts led him on a search for the last target.

“You really are underestimating this old one.”

Judging from Ma Hanshan’s reaction, not even he expected the elder to just brush the arrows off his body.

The elder placed his hands in a prayer, accompanying it with a smirk. “Thank to His Eminence imparting Golden Body to me, I need not fear blades. Thanks to the skill, the day I am without equal shall soon be before me. This old one has been polite to you every step of the way. Sadly, you refused to reciprocate the kindness. As such, this old one will have to get a little rough.”

“What do you want?”

“This old one is forced to lay his hands on Miss Su. Last time: if you do not answer, this old one will have Constable Ma slice a piece off her. Given his proficiency with a broadsword, it shouldn’t inflict much pain. Should you continue to keep silent, nonetheless, we can’t guarantee her safety. Loss of blood can be fatal, after all.”

Hua Qing made a desperate attempt to catch the elder off guard. Alas, the elder dropped him in one blow, using the bare minimum amount of force in case he died but immobilising him via his accupoints. Once he dusted his hands, the snapped off a chunk of the wooden desk to then modify them into two short wooden spikes. He held one over the in-between of Hua Qing’s eyes, prompting the latter to close his eyes. “Young Master Hua, where is it?”

Hua Qing dug his teeth into his lip, refusing to let his emotions move his tongue.

“Okay, so we’re cutting her?”

Constable Ma reluctantly raised his weapon.

“Once you tell us where you hid it, I’ll let you die. In case you die without remembering who I am, I shall tell you now. My name is…” The elder stopped himself because something felt amiss. At his level, his judgement wouldn’t be wrong. The potentially-lethal change was right in front him,

What happened to the wrath in his eyes? What happened to his despair? Is he smiling… and astonished?

Seeking answers, the elder lokoed over to where Su Li was, just in time to witness unreasonable violence imposed on Ma Hanshan’s arm. There was nothing special about the boy in fragmented clothing, yet Ma Hanshan’s arm was as still as a fossilised limb. Nobody paid particular attention to the beggar ever since he sneaked on board, marginalising him.

Before Ma Hanshan realised it, he had lost his weapon. Truthfully, something else had already occurred, but his brain had yet to register the pain of his arm breaking. Once again, he lagged behind the third effortless movement that sent his blade out the other side of his neck.

Similarly, the elder only processed Ma Hanshan’s death when the boy had ambled into close quarters. “You are…” Aware that he was face to face with an opponent who he couldn’t possibly beat, the elder layered himself in twelve layers of Golden Body. “Whoever you are, you won’t be able to break my Gold-”

Clang! A new cavity opened in the cabin’s ceiling. Rather, the elder’s loose head had ploughed through it.

The boy performed armed circles as he bathed in the moon’s light that closely matched his hair colour. “In case you don’t remember, I shall also tell you now.” The boy dusted his clothing. “My name is Ming Feizhen.”

Glossary

Wu Gorge - First, this is what you’re supposed to imagine ( ). I do hope the inclusion of my explanation into the poetic line sheds light on the poem line since I’m assuming you don’t possess the geographical and literacy knowledge to understand it.