Volume 2: Blood Splashed Bodhi Chapter 16: Sorry, my move is called Phoenix Dance Heavenly Soaring.

Captain Zhao only then realized that he had almost rushed out. If he really had, he would have failed to show off and instead been taken advantage of.

Yet thinking a layer deeper, who could possibly have trained such a formidable disciple?

Although the proverb states that a master leads you in through the door and cultivation depends on personal effort, he had never heard of Chen Buqun ever being this formidable before.

Some people had probably heard of the Four Heroes of Jinshan, but the heaven-defying talent of the younger generation was merely at the level of someone like Captain Zhao.

In fact, a month earlier Chen Buqun’s strength had indeed been exactly the same as Captain Zhao’s—fifteen layers of internal energy.

It was only at some brothel that Xiao Yan had helped him open the Ren and Du meridians, causing his cultivation to surge at once. Coupled with the Yi Jin Jing Xiao Yan had given him, practice became as effortless as eating, skyrocketing overnight to twenty-four layers.

Even Chen Buqun himself found it hard to believe. Every morning upon waking he checked his internal energy, then refused to get out of bed, convinced he was dreaming… and simply went back to sleep.

Yet the Yi Jin Jing was a miraculous cultivation method that improved you even while you slept.

If you said it aloud, you might not believe it. Cultivation was truly this simple.

In just one month he had accomplished what others could not achieve in decades or an entire lifetime.

Of course, part of the credit belonged to opening the Ren and Du meridians, as the dangers involved were literally a matter of life and death.

“You…” Huang He stared at Chen Buqun’s suddenly sky-high strength, his face draining of all color, momentarily stunned.

But being a drama expert, he quickly recovered. Huang He roared, “The devil head’s evil arts harm people deeply! Little brat, you have fallen into the demonic path!”

No matter why Chen Buqun had suddenly become so powerful, Huang He’s psychological fortitude was strong; he quickly seized upon a breakthrough.

“Yes! I’ve long heard that the devil head researches evil arts. I never imagined he would employ them on his own disciple! Truly terrifying…”

In fact, anyone with decent internal energy could sense the aura radiating from within Chen Buqun’s body—perfectly balanced, with no trace of demonic cultivation.

Still, no matter the facts, since the other party was the devil head, people habitually linked him with evil arts.

Chen Buqun was momentarily dazed. He merely shook his head, said nothing, and drew the sword at his waist.

“Come. Today I will avenge my master in battle!”

“Hmph!” Seeing this, Huang He snorted coldly. Although he was rather wary of the man before him, his face remained full of contempt. “Twenty-four layers? So what? I, Huang, will teach you how to behave!”

A twenty-eight-layer expert against twenty-four layers should win with ease, so Huang He felt confident. To be safe, however, he chose a sneak attack.

The next instant Huang He’s Qingshan Sword Technique flashed out, aiming straight for Chen Buqun’s heart.

The sword came without warning, especially a full-power strike from a twenty-eight-layer master. Its power was immense, almost impossible to dodge.

“This… is a bit…”

The spectators frowned. This Huang He was too shameless—sect leader taking on a junior and resorting to a sneak attack? It violated jianghu etiquette.

Huang He only realized his mistake the moment he lunged out, primarily because Chen Buqun’s twenty-four layers of internal energy carried an overwhelming deterrent.

Yet Huang He was no ordinary person and could easily justify it. He declared righteously, “I, Huang, have always hated evil ways. Today I simply couldn’t hold back! When dealing with evil arts, there’s no need for jianghu etiquette—exterminate the demon head!”

“Haha…” Chen Buqun laughed freely, yet his movements never slowed. The sword was already drawn.

Tou Fen Sword Technique opening stance—Yan Fan!

Seeing Huang He’s blade arrive, Chen Buqun had no time to execute a proper move and could only temporarily employ the opening stance to block?

Jiang is still old and spicy. Even with supreme skills, in the face of an old jianghu master like Huang He, he still suffered a disadvantage.

“Tragic…”

Captain Zhao shook his head and sighed. At the very least he could see clearly that Chen Buqun had not practiced evil arts.

That was exactly why he sighed. At such a young age Chen Buqun possessed such profound martial attainments; it was not impossible that he would one day become the world’s number-one expert.

But it was a pity he had shown off his锋芒 too early. The moment he entered the jianghu and met an old master like Huang He, it was a dead end.

Still, Captain Zhao grew even more curious. The so-called devil head—actually Chen Buqun’s master—who could teach such a disciple must already be an unparalleled expert. If Chen Buqun had such a formidable master, his own martial arts would surely be on that level, at least comparable to Chen Buqun’s.

He had no idea that the devil king they spoke of he had already met… and nearly been taken back to the yamen.

“Look… what is that?”

The cry roused Captain Zhao from his thoughts. He saw Chen Buqun’s sword tip suddenly ignite.

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