The Nine Cauldrons

Volume 5 - Chapter 582 A Rage like Burning Flames

"I did not expect you to reach the Insightful Emptiness Realm within such a short time!" exclaimed Zhuge Yuanhong. He stared at Teng Qingshan with gleaming eyes, "According to what I know, it is extremely difficult to break through the Emptiness Realm Culmination and attain the Insightful Emptiness Realm! But Qingshan, you were able to do it! Incredible!"

"Teacher, before I was able to enter the Insightful Emptiness Realm, I spent sixteen years on the Wood Elemental Dao of the Five Elemental Dao. I have to thank Huang Tianqin of the Emperor Yu’s Hall. If it was not for him, I am afraid it would take ten or twenty more years," replied Teng Qingshan.

"Oh, Huang Tianqin?" Zhuge Yuanhong was shocked.

Teng Qingshan nodded his head slightly. Because of the conversation between the two elders, Teng Qingshan was in a very bad mood. It was even affecting his conversation with his teacher, Zhuge Yuanhong, causing him to think about other things while talking to his teacher. Teng Qingshan thought to himself, "If many people in Gui Yuan Sect have the same thoughts as those two elders... If they all think that I, Teng Qingshan, am supposed to help them, then why should I do something that is tiring and not beneficial?"

Teng Qingshan felt mistreated! And angry!

Furthermore, Teng Qingshan did not really care about the Fiery Gilt Metal. Actually, the Fiery Gilt Metal was brought by him from the Duan Mu Continent. And now, the Blood Wolf Army of Xing Yi Sect was only using a few FIery Gilt Battle Armors and Fiery Feather Battle Armor. However, in the eyes of many people within Gui Yuan Sect, the matter was viewed as this statement—’take it as paying back what Teng Qingshan deserved for helping, just let them take it.’"

It did not feel nice to hear these words!

For the sake of Gui Yuan Sect, Teng Qingshan had fought many battles. The Six Legged Bladelike Chi did the same and fought alongside him. They then destroyed Qinghu Island.

In the process, they broke the bonds with Heavenly God Palace! Even his own wife had to cut off all bonds with her teacher ’Pei Xuelian’; Because of this matter, Teng Qingshan had always felt guilty.

Furthermore, he almost died in the process. The Six Legged Bladelike Chi almost died as well and was only managed to survive because of the Grass of Immortality.

In the end, they were only saved through the help of the Undying Phoenix.

In the beginning, he was worried that the future generations of Xing Yi Sect would consume Gui Yuan Sect. Teng Qingshan had no doubt of the potential power that Xing Yi Sect would achieve, therefore, he gave the order to never contend for hegemony! Actually, with Teng Qingshan’s talent and skills, he could totally walk on the same path as Emperor Yu and Heavenly Emperor of Qin Mountains. He could have saved his power and not establish his own sect. He could wait and conquer the world when he was strong enough!

Rule the world!

It was for Gui Yuan Sect that he sacrificed so much but who would have thought that things would come to this...

So disappointing!

Zhuge Yuanhong himself had noticed that Teng Qingshan was not in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Qingshan, let’s talk in the hall. Oh yeah, you haven’t seen your little sister Qingyu and your two nephews for a while, right?"

"Mhmm," Teng Qingshan smiled as he thought of his younger sister and nephews.

Li Jun, who was at the side, was well aware of Teng Qingshan’s current emotions. Actually, she always thought it was unfair for Teng Qingshan. However, since she was a wife and a wife should always support her husband, so she just supported him from behind...

In the San Chong Restaurant in Yong’an County City, Teng Qinghsan and Li Jun could be seen with Zhuge Yuanhong and his entire family.

San Chong Restaurant was a famous restaurant in Yong’an County. The restaurant was in the shape of a square. The customers from all the three floors could see the huge stage in the center court below.

Beautiful female musicians and artists were always invited to perform on the stage. Sometimes, fighting matches would be organized to attract customers.

"Hongwu, are you still a man? If you have the skills, let’s fight. It’s would just be you and me!" A well-built teenager, who was wearing a blue cloak, shouted angrily towards an area on the second floor.

"Ni Mengzhong, you are drunk," A grey-cloaked young man, who was sitting across a white cloaked girl on the second floor, frowned as he said to the person standing on the stage down below. The young man dressed in the grey cotton cloak was Teng Qingshan’s son Teng Hongwu. When Teng Hongwu was out in public, he would always say his surname was Hong. The identity of ’Teng Qingshan’s son’ was terrifying.

Because Teng Qingshan had always kept it as a secret and had instructed the Wan Xiang Sect, so the names of his son and daughter were not really publicly known.

But there were still people who knew.

Still, Teng Qingshan was not really worried about this in the Yong’an County.

"Drunk? I am not that drunk," shouted the young man in a blue cloak, "Hongwu, why are you so garrulous? Why are you acting like a woman? If you are a man, then come down."

Laughter and cheers of all kinds sounded in the restaurant.

It was as though the crowd was hoping for chaos in the restaurant.

"Brother Hongwu, don’t be like Brother Ni," The girl, who dressed in a white cloak, said as she held Hongwu’s hand.

"Haha, I think this young master named Hongwu was given birth to wrongly; he should not be a man. Instead, he should be a woman. Haha..." A burst of laughter came from a drunkard in the restaurant. At that moment, the whole restaurant was filled with mocking laughter. Everyone wanted Hongwu to fight.

Hongwu clenched his fists tightly.

He has always been very rational and calm. However, he hated when people talked bad about his parents. After all, he had always been proud to be Teng Qingshan’s son.

"Hongwu, you..." The blue cloaked young man named Ni Mengzhong just opened his mouth.

Swoosh!

From the second floor, a figure leaped over the railing and landed on top of the stage. It was Teng Hongwu, whose facial expression looked very serious.

"Oh, you finally came down?" laughed Ni Mengzhong coldly.

"Didn’t you say that you want a fight with me?" Hongwu began with the Three Postures, "Come on."

"Alright."

Ni Mengzhong smirked and went forward. His right hand, which was formed into a claw, went straight forth towards Hongwu.

Bang! Hongwu turned around and hit the claw with the use of Bursting Fist. He then used his agility to take a step closer and stomped while punching with the use of Cannon Fist! This stomp made the stage, which was made out of Crane Yellow Rock, shake and cracks appeared on its surface.

The Cannon Fist conveyed the image of a tiger roaring.

Teng Qingshan had taught Hongwu himself. Although Hongwu’s cultivation of the Internal Martial Art may not be on par with his sister, he had also reached the realm of First Rated Warrior.

"Hah!" growled Ni Mengzhong. He glared and crossed his arms in front of his chest to block the punch.

Bang!

After Ni Mengzhong was hit by the punch, he took three steps backward; every step shook the stage.

"Good!"

"As expected, the young master Hongwu is strong." Immediately, cheers sounded in the restaurant. On the second floor, a white-clothed girl with a white bird on her shoulder shouted anxiously, "Big Brother Ni! Big Brother Hongwu, stop fighting. Please stop!"

Hearing this, Ni Mengzhong looked up and felt even angrier.

"I cannot win him with my fist art. However, I have the inner strength of a First Rated Warrior. In addition, my grandfather taught me Blade Technique himself. Even if he is Teng Qingshan’s son, he is still younger than me. I just don’t believe I can’t win him. I must teach him a lesson this time!" Ni Mengzhong said to himself as he drew out the scimitar, which was as thin as the wings of a cicada, from his waist.

When Hongwu saw the scimitar, his facial expression changed.

"Ni Mengzhong!" shouted Hongwu.

"Why? Are you afraid?" Ni Mengzhong laughed mockingly.

"Alright, you have brought this upon yourself." Hongwu was very annoyed with this man whose name was NI Mengzhong. After all, Hongwu was a young man with a temper. Hongwu moved to the edge of the stage and grabbed a wooden flag pole at the side of the stage. With his hand formed like the shape of a knife, he hit the pole and broke it in half.

The piece of wooden stick in his hand was around one Zhang long.

"Come," Hongwu did a martial art squat and pointed at his opponent with the stick in his hand.

"Young Master, beat this man whose surname is Hong."

At the side of the stage, a teenager with a braid shouted as he waved. Discussion noise filled the restaurant.

"Hongwu is doomed. Who is Ni Mengzhong? Ni Mengzhong is known to be the First Rated Warrior and also the Centurion of the Long Gang Guards in Gui Yuan Sect. His family is the Ni Family, which is recognized as a powerful family in the Gui Yuan Sect. The family practice a very powerful knife technique."

"What he said was right. The experts of Gui Yuan Sect might not be skilled at fighting with bare hands, but they are good with swords. His opponent obviously practices Internal Martial Art, which explains why he is so much better at fighting with bare hands."

"Who doesn’t know how cruel Ni Mengzhong is? Hong wu has always been seen as a coward. Ni Mengzhong just crippled a man a while ago. He has no audacity to kill people in the city but it is normal for him to cripple someone. Just watch. This young man whose name is Hongwu is doomed."

Indeed, Ni Mengzhong was famous in Yong’an County City.

He was strong and his family was powerful. Who would have the courage to anger him?

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Ni Mengzhong held a scimitar, while Hongwu held his long stick. They both dashed toward each other at the same time and a fight ensued.

"Boom!""Boom!"

The longer the weapon, the greater the advantage!

Using the length of the wooden stick, Hongwu began performing the Pursuing Shadows Spear Technique. His fighting style was able to make Ni Mengzhong appear embarrassing in front of the audience. However, the long stick was just a normal wooden stick. After the stick had been struck by the scimitar a few times, it broke into two.

"We’ll see what else you can use," laughed Ni Mengzhong coldly as he dashed with his knife.

"Let’s end this."

A beam of light flashed in Hongwu’s eyes. The wooden stick in his hand clashed with the scimitar, and with a loud snap, the stick broke. However, because Hongwu had predicted that this would happen, he turned and rushed towards Ni Mengzhong. Still, the sharp scimitar darted for him in a sharp arc.

"Cheh!" Hongwu dodge quickly but a small cut still appeared on his left arm.

"You lost!" While Hongwu was injured, he placed a punch on Ni Mengzhong’s chest, launching him a few meters backward and then crashing onto the stage.

Hongwu glanced at Ni Mengzhong and shook his head.

"I lost?" Ni Mengzhong, who was on the floor, could not believe it as he looked at Hongwu while gritting his teeth.

Suddenly, Hongwu’s face turned dark as he crashed onto the stage, making a loud sound.

"Brother Hongwu!" The white cloaked girl, who stood on the second floor, screamed and recklessly leaped down from the second floor to the stage. As she descended, she even stumbled, tripped, and fell.

"Poison!"

"Ni Mengzhong added poison on his blade." A lot of customers on the first floor could see that the blood of the wound on Hongwu’s arm was black.

"No! Impossible." Ni Mengzhong widened his eyes.

Even if he was really brave, he would not dare to kill Teng Qingshan’s son with poison.

"Yo..."

A white light flashed and went through Ni Mengzhong’s chest. As Ni Mengzhong looked down, he saw that a bloody hole had appeared on his chest. His vision went dark and he crashed onto the floor.

...

In the living room of Zhuge Yuanhong’s house in Gui Yuan Sect, Teng Qingshan, Li Jun, Zhuge Yuanhong, Zhuge Yun and Qingyu were together.

"No!" Teng Qingshan’s face changed completely. He had clearly sensed that his son Hongwu’s spiritual presence was weakening. An abnormal and aggressive aura instantly filled his chest. Immediately, Teng Qingshan’s eyes beamed red with violence.

Swoosh!

Teng Qingshan disappeared from the living room. Zhuge Yuanhong’s expression also changed but he still remained calm. He held Li Jun’s arm and vanished immediately.