Qunyuyuan is a renowned place in Mount Heng, its reputation reaching even Chen Ang in his short stay. It stands as the most famous Prostitute Courtyard in Mount Heng. Tian Boguang, notorious as a rapist, not only resides in this Courtyard but also takes Linghu Chong there.
Only Yi Lin, a young nun deeply devoted to one's beloved, dared to ask Chen Ang for help despite burning with embarrassment.
As Chen Ang entered, he saw a long-faced, youthful man with dashing eyebrows lying on the bed, a cloth wrapped around a chest wound. In Chen Ang's view, the wound, extremely deep, risked endangering the heart if one more inches penetrated.
Smiling, the young man teased Yi Lin, "Instead of calling a doctor, bring me a jug of fine wine, it eases pain!"
"Let's try this approach!" Chen Ang smiled, flicking a silver needle across five major chest cavities, creating a net-like pattern. After a while, Linghu Chong's body was covered in these tiny silver needles, sealing the bloodline and staunching the wound.
"Exceptional medical skill!" Linghu Chong looked up, displaying no signs of sorrow despite the injury. Instead, he was carefree, "Thanks to the doctor's treatment, I'm not afraid of getting scolded for drinking by the boss!"
"You're still welcome to drink with me!" Chen Ang handed Linghu Chong a glass, disregarding Yi Lin's attempt to intervene. "As a doctor, I decide what's best. I'll join him in drinking; you can't stop it!"
Linghu Chong smiled, "This truly is a divine doctor! Knowing I'd drink, you've healed me halfway. Those charlatans often caution against drinking, harming Qi and Blood, but they don't understand some people's constitution is more wine than blood!"
Chen Ang added a powder packet to the wine, stirred, and poured a cup for himself and Linghu Chong. "I've not heard that; I believe drinking is enjoyable!"
"Why did the gentleman pour himself a cup?" Linghu Chong smiled, pointing to his glass.
"Show sincerity to others!"
Hearing this, Linghu Chong raised his glass, sipping the wine. "I see you as a gentleman, not a villain!"
Chen Ang also raised his glass, taking a sip. "I oppose the villain's heart, not the gentleman's belly!" They laughed together, enjoying the conversation over drinks.
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Abruptly, a voice echoed from outside, calling out, "Yi Lin! Yi Lin!"
Startled by the unexpected call, Yi Lin gasped, "It's the Master!" She rose to her feet, but Qu Feiyan quickly silenced her, mindful of their situation. Yi Lin hurriedly made her way to see Chen Ang.
Observing the intense exchange between Yi Lin and Chen Ang, a sense of unease dawned on Chen Ang. Clearing his throat, he spoke with a smile, "I'm only here to treat Brother Linghu, a man of my caliber need not pleasure, yes, definitely."
Moments later, hearty laughter from Tian Boguang erupted in the West Room. Sneering at Ding Yi Grandmaster, the situation escalated quickly, their laughther turning into a heated confrontation. Fortunately, Yu Canghai stepped in, attempting to defuse the dispute.
A brawl ensued, both sides evenly matched and difficult to separate. Suddenly, Liu Zhengfeng's voice cut through, warning of Tian Boguang's malevolent nature and urging everyone to search the brothel, preventing anyone from leaving.
With the mounting commotion, Yi Lin's anxiety soared. Sensing trouble approaching, Chen Ang, noticing Yi Lin's distress, pointed urgently to a nearby cabinet, whispering, "Hide in there; I'll keep them out."
Despite the tension, Yi Lin hesitated. Qu Feiyan pulled her into the cabinet just as a group of people barged in, drawn by the candlelight in the room.
The door burst open with a loud bang, revealing Hong Renxiong, a master from the Sichuan Sect, who was astonished to find Linghu Chong seated there, his expression mirroring bewilderment, leaving Chen Ang equally perplexed.
Although Chen Ang's knowledge of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" was distant, he remained unaware that, in everyone's perception, Linghu Chong had already been defeated by Luo Renjie. Was this sequence playing out again? Were they witnessing a ghost?
A figure in a green robe emerged, sternly inquiring, "Which one of you is Linghu Chong?"
Glancing at the figure, Chen Ang sighed, "It's disheartening to find youngsters frequenting such places; their parents ought to discipline them."
Linghu Chong chuckled upon hearing this but remained worried about Chen Ang's lack of martial prowess and the potential trouble with Yu Canghai. Nevertheless, it was a matter of survival—nothing more.
Enraged as a sect master, Yu Canghai, upon being disrespected, raised his hand, emitting an azure light from a flying cone aimed at Chen Ang.
Caught off guard, Linghu Chong watched in concern. Unexpectedly, he swiftly pushes Chen Ang's chair, trying to intervene.
To everyone's surprise, Chen Ang sat firmly in place, facing the incoming cone with a sneer. With swift reflexes, he halted the cone's progress, pressing it down onto a red wooden table, flattening the five-inch-long green steel cone—an astonishing display of skill that amazed everyone present.
"During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Sichuan Sect possessed a unique weapon called 'Lei Gong Bong.' 'Green' symbolized nine sets within the sect, and 'city' represented eighteen techniques. This flying cone is reminiscent of their distinctive style," Chen Ang explained calmly.
Yu Canghai appeared slightly puzzled. These ancient martial arts references were unknown to anyone outside the Sichuan Sect, yet Chen Ang seemed well-versed in them, hinting at an inheritance of knowledge from the long-established Martial Arts Holy Land.
"This incident ties into a martial arts legend from that era. There were two renowned heroes, 'Bei Qiaofeng and Nan Murong.' One was genuinely heroic, and the other... Ah, let's not dwell on it!" Chen Ang abruptly diverted the conversation. "Nan Murong possessed a mystical technique known as 'Fighting to the Stars,' or 'Crossing Over and Governing the Body.'"
"Quite audacious!" Yu Canghai interjected, unsure if this was a tactic or a genuine reaction to Chen Ang's narrative.
Linghu Chong felt bewildered. He couldn't fathom why Chen Ang referenced ancient events centuries old, yet noticed Chen Ang discussing martial arts from a stack of papers, as if he had witnessed those events firsthand, shrouding his opponent in mystery.
"Though Nan Murong's martial arts were formidable, they led to disaster. Many renowned Jiang Hu masters fell to his techniques, causing chaos in Jiang Hu..."
"Enough of your ramblings! What does this have to do with my Senior from Qingcheng?" Yu Canghai's tone was sharp, his patience running thin.
"Oh, there's no rush! Your Qingcheng Sect master serves merely as a backdrop. Among the famous masters who fell under Nan Murong's techniques, one was inconspicuous, yet 'green' experienced nine sets, and 'city' encountered eighteen breaks, gaining significant renown!" Chen Ang said, smiling faintly.
"Absurd!" Furious at Chen Ang's portrayal of his Senior, Yu Canghai's anger surged, his hands swelling, his complexion shifting to a mix of fury and stone. Though the Sichuan Sect was renowned for its swordsmanship, the true expertise and unique techniques lay in their fists.