Volume 9 Chapter 18 Feizhen is Forever Grateful

Silence hit hard. I would never forget the scene of hundreds of heads spinning back around. It was the equivalent of being slapped across the face hundreds of times with their gazes that resembled a tiger spotting a chicken!

My appearance and attire weren’t the same as what I wore two years ago. Had Huofeng not exposed me, nobody would’ve spared me a second glance.

“You’re not going to disown your shifu and ancestors now, are you?” scathingly questioned Huofeng.

I crossed my arms: “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Drop the act! Where’s your shifu?!” someone brayed.

Shifu, you really been dining and dashing, huh? You’re breaking your own enemies record!

“You… You are Ming Huayu’s disciple?” Boss Shen glared at me for the longest several seconds in a while before casting her gaze gleaming with emotions from somewhere out of the blue upon me. I’d be willing to accept a beating from her. This reaction, on the other hand, was impossible to read. All I could make from it was that she was acting somewhat… childish? It was the first time I felt there was a considerable gap between us. As much as I wanted to explain why I hid the fact that my shifu was Ming Huayu, the occasion didn’t afford me the opportunity.

“Please hear me out,” Emperor Yuansheng requested loudly. “Young Ming is a disciple of Mount Daluo, indeed. He did not mean to hide his background; he only did so out of consideration for his own safety in the pugilistic world. He is here as this one’s representative today, not as a representative of Mount Daluo. Can you see why it would be an issue if he were to reveal his background?”

I’m thankful he spoke up for me, but is he implying he is suffering a lack of manpower? Is it just my imagination?

Huofeng stated, “He is not a mere disciple. He is also Mount Daluo’s senior disciple, the successor of Mount Daluo’s patriarch seat!”

Mother! Grandma! Abbess! I’ll call you what you want! Why are you coming at me?!

“I see,” Luo Ming remarked with the eyes of a tiger on me.

I could sense the skill Luo Ming cast on his eyes that allowed him to scan the yin and yang fluctuations in me, so I had to put on an inscrutable, unreadable air. There was no way I could fool him into believing I had no resistance against his technique as a disciple of Mount Daluo.

Failing to glean anything from me, Luo Ming commented, “Apparently, Mount Daluo chooses their disciples based on only one factor: fate. Mr. Ming is currently Hero Shenzhou’s only direct disciple.”

I placed my palm and fist together: “That is correct.”

“It is said that Mr. Ming’s six disciples of this generation are all accomplished heroes. Everyone knows Ten Thousand Miles Dragon Rider and Moon Chaser Swordsman. As his senior disciple, you must also be quite the man. May this one ask which style from Daluo Five Divine Styles you specialise in?” Luo Ming, who knew about Mount Daluo being the owner of Night Fortress but not which disciple ran it, inquired with his counterfeit smile.

Sixth and Second were pretty much household names as Luo Ming pointed out, while Fifth Sister, Third and Fourth were under the radar. The latter three went to and fro wherever they liked, yet Luo Ming sounded as though he knew about them.

“This one specialises in strategy but is disappointingly poor at martial arts.”

“That is strange. This one heard all disciples of Mount Daluo are extraordinary martial artists. Is that an ungrounded claim?”

“You seem to be awfully informed of the martial world’s activities for someone in seclusion for a decade.”

Luo Ming’s brain stuttered for a moment before he tried to keep probing, refusing to buy my story. Alas, someone interjected, “Patriarch Luo, if we look at relationships here, you should not receive the priority to question Brother Ming first.”

Hmm… Do I know him?

“Brother Ming, this old one has finally found you. Do you not recognise this old man from the border?”

I… think I do? I think I’ve tasted your killer wine and equally impressive broadsword skills when I was a kid?

“Should we know each other?”

“Heh, m