Ye Bei's speed was terrifying.
Soon, Ye Bei arrived at Pingjiang City. Following the route in Qingshan Patriarch's memories, he rushed towards the Martial Arts Hall.
Then with a leap, he arrived at the door of the small Martial Arts Hall.
At the same time, the skull head pressed under the well cover opened its mouth.
"Ah ba ah ba!"
As the voice fell, invisible changes occurred in the Martial Arts Hall, but no one could see what exactly changed.
After the change, the skull head smashed its mouth, grinding the well cover with its crown, trying to grind through it and escape.
"Humph!"
"Am I really some peerless master, talking about some martial aura contained in the signboard?" Yi Feng looked at the signboard with the character 'wu' for martial arts, pondered it for a long time, then said disdainfully.
There was no martial aura on this signboard. It was just an extremely ordinary signboard.
Thinking of this, he walked unscrupulously into the front hall of the Martial Arts Hall.
When passing the steps, he paused and looked down at the doorsill stone. He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "This person is quite interesting, but that's all. It's just that old useless Qingshan has too much imagination, exaggerating how amazing this person is. I think in all probability, he is just mediocre."
He let out a cold laugh, then stepped into the front hall with one stride.
When he first entered, he was still a little wary.
After all, according to Qingshan Patriarch's memories, there were eighteen murals of divine weapons in this front hall, which were said to be extremely powerful.
But now, although the paintings were still there, they were completely devoid of aura and fluctuations. Aside from decoration, they were just useless scraps of paper.
He was now certain that this so-called peerless master was just a figment of Lu Qingshan's poor judgement and wild imagination.
Of course, this person did have some foundation.
Like that doorstep stone that could shake the heavens, it was still an imperial grade treasure. Plus that kitchen knife of Qingshan Patriarch's.
But this suited Ye Bei's intentions even more.
"Since you want to pretend to be mystical and open a broken Martial Arts Hall, then I'll oblige and kick your hall!"
Ye Bei let out a cold laugh, then leapt and landed a kick on the big drum in the center of the front hall!
"Boom boom boom!"
The deafening sound reverberated throughout the entire Martial Arts Hall.
Inside the hall, Yi Feng was not there.
Only the sleeping Ao Qing was awakened by the drum sound. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced towards the front hall.
It seemed to be a Martial Emperor?
Nevermind, none of my business. Might as well go back to sleep. Just another idiot seeking death.
The dog yawned lazily, lay back down and closed his eyes again.
"Creak creak creak!"
Under the well cover, the skull head kept grinding against it.
It seemed that Ye Bei's arrival and drum beat completely failed to disturb the calm of the Martial Arts Hall. Even the dog ignored it.
With no reaction to the drum beat, Ye Bei's expression became gloomy.
He smashed another fist on the drum.
"Boom!"
An even heavier muffled sound rang out.
Only then did Yi Feng hurry back carrying a basket of spinach. He shouted, "Coming coming! What's with all the drumming?"
When Yi Feng entered the front hall, Ye Bei's gaze suddenly turned to him.
Looking Yi Feng up and down.
Indeed, he could not detect any cultivation level.
But Ye Bei was not surprised. After all, according to Qingshan Patriarch's memories, he had already anticipated a high probability that Yi Feng had learned some bizarre martial arts to pretend to have abilities.
"I know you're the owner of this shop." Ye Bei raised his eyes arrogantly and said, "I have no other business today. I'm here to challenge your hall."
"Challenge my hall?"
Yi Feng, who had thought it was a customer, immediately frowned upon hearing this. His voice also turned cold, "Do you know what it means to challenge a hall here?"
"Of course I know."
Ye Bei raised the corners of his mouth arrogantly, "Challenging a hall is a matter of life and death. The loser's martial arts hall will also change owners."
Hearing this, Yi Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
What he said was right. This was the rule of this world, the unwritten rule of martial arts halls here.
Thus, very few people challenged halls in this world!
And he, since opening this martial arts hall, had encountered the first challenger!
"You should leave. I don't want to fight you." Yi Feng looked Ye Bei up and down, completely uninterested as he said, "You're not my match."
"You've got quite the attitude!"
Being looked down on like this, a strong murderous aura emanated from Ye Bei. He said coldly, "Let me make this clear. I came here specifically for this. I'm determined to take over your hall."
Hearing this, Yi Feng shook his head.
Since it was a martial arts hall, the challengers were surely just ordinary people.
He had nothing to fear from ordinary people fighting. After all, his damn self had mastered 18 types of martial arts skills comparable to gods. Who did this guy think he was messing with?
"Fine, since you want to fight, I'll humor you!"
After saying that, Yi Feng held the spinach basket in one hand and beckoned Ye Bei with the other.
"You..."
"Alright alright, not even putting down the vegetable basket, pretending to be all cool. But don't cry later."
Seeing such disdain, Ye Bei gritted his teeth angrily.
Then his palm moved suddenly, striking out intricate hand seals. The power in his meridians was all mobilized and gathered. When the final hand seal fell, containing all the condensed power of a Martial Emperor, a strike fiercely slapped towards Yi Feng.
He held nothing back in this strike.
There was no probing, only the intention of heavily injuring Yi Feng in one blow.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
