Chapter 17

[Your appearance will be adjusted by the system in the npC's view to fit the script setting]

As Feng Bujue walked alone to the place where Bai Dian was killed in the opening CG, the system voice immediately sounded in his ear. Brother Jue naturally understood that he had entered the sight of a certain npC, and the voice prompt was indirect proof.

"Hmm…" Feng Bujue looked down at Bai Dian's corpse, the moonlight illuminating the corpse's terrifying face with particular clarity.

"Senior, if I pretended not to know you were hiding nearby, would you just let me pass?" Feng Bujue suddenly said. His voice was not loud, but he was obviously not talking to himself. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but he was still relatively polite when addressing the other party.

"Since you have already spoken to me, it proves that you not only know that I am nearby, but also know the answer to this question." The old man's reply came from the wind, still erratic and difficult to trace.

Feng Bujue actually smiled and ridiculed, "Can't I be trying to trick you?"

The voice was silent, without answering.

"I came here and found a corpse lying on the ground. The deceased was injured by a hidden weapon in the back of the neck. At first glance, this single external injury was fatal, which was mostly caused by a sneak attack. The killer only used a bamboo skewer, which shows his profound internal strength." Feng Bujue continued, "So, I said this sentence to test whether the killer is still nearby, is that reasonable?"

The old man transmitted his voice again, "Then how do you know that I am your senior?"

"It's very simple, I'm still young, and most people in the martial world are my seniors." Feng Bujue smiled, "Besides, senior, your method of killing people with bamboo skewers doesn't seem like a technique that young people would use at all. Without profound skills, you simply can't use this method."

In fact, Feng Bujue had been talking nonsense all along. He was just using the information obtained from the opening CG to deal with this npC.

"Hmph… whether you are tricking me or not… nothing has changed." The old man replied, "Go back." He still gave this sentence, the same one that Jade Face Explorer heard before his death.

"Can I ask, what kind of person is qualified to pass?" Feng Bujue asked.

The other party's answer was just two words: "Expert."

"Isn't this dead man at my feet an expert?"

"Yes, but he is a member of the imperial court." The old man paused, "So not only can't he pass, but he must die."

"I'm not a member of the imperial court, and I'm considered an expert." Feng Bujue said, "In that case, I should be able to pass, right?"

"Heh… Hahahaha… Hahahaha…" The old man laughed loudly, his laughter echoing all around.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out of the forest, and an old man in a blue robe appeared several zhang in front of Feng Bujue.

This old man looked to be around seventy years old, with completely white hair and beard, but his back was still straight. His face was not kind, but he did not look like an evil person either. "Little brother, let your accomplices come out too."

Feng Bujue pretended to be stupid and said, "What accomplices?"

"I don't have your petty cleverness, and I'm not interested in tricking you." The old man added, "I know you have four accomplices, searching for my whereabouts in the dark, while you are here to attract my attention…"

"Okay, okay…" Seeing that things were exposed, Feng Bujue simply turned his head and shouted, "Come out, everyone. We've been discovered."

Xiao Tan and the other four walked out of the forest one after another. Bei Ling was still holding an mp5, the muzzle pointing at the old man, ready to fire at any moment. Because he didn't know what this thing was, the old man didn't pay attention to it.

"I'll mention in passing that they are all experts too." Feng Bujue's tone really didn't sound like he was lying.

"Heh… Although I'm old, I'm not blind. Looking at your walking postures, movements, aura, etc…" The old man shook his head and smiled, "You little devils… don't know any martial arts at all, right?" He was very confident in this judgment, so he boldly showed himself. "Go back, the current Cang Ling Town is not a place you should go. Even old hands who have been in the martial world for decades may not be able to survive in the town until the night of the duel."

"Senior, we're going to watch the duel, not participate in it. It's their business if those 'old hands' like to hold warm-up matches in the town. They can have cage fights, we just won't get involved, right?" Feng Bujue said.

The other party didn't understand most of what he said. The old man was stunned for a few seconds and replied, "Hehe… you really don't understand anything. The affairs of the martial world are not as simple and naive as you think." He took a few steps forward, came to Feng Bujue, and looked at the slightly thin Brother Jue, "Besides, with your physique, I'm afraid you can't even beat a street performer. The Sword Saint's duel, even if you watch it, what can you learn?"

"I told you I'm an expert, why don't you believe me, senior?" Feng Bujue replied.

The old man's expression seemed to say that this kid was unreasonable. He shook his head, "Then tell me your title and I'll listen." He pointed to the corpse on the ground, "If your name is not as famous as this Jade Face Explorer, go back early and don't embarrass yourself here."

The corner of Feng Bujue's mouth smiled slightly, and he snorted coldly, "Hmph…" His forte was here. "I am… the one who punches Guangdong and Guangxi, kicks Jiangsu and Zhejiang, sweeps across Shaanxi with my sword, suppresses the north of the Great Wall with my aura, bloodbathes Japan without leaving a trace, defeats all opponents in the Central Plains, known as the Unpredictable Madman… the master of the Broken Sword Teahouse, Feng Bujue." He shamelessly finished saying this long string of titles and was still not satisfied, so he casually recited a poem, "Thanks to the love of my fellow martial artists, I was given a poem—Smiling, I watch the vast sea break a thousand troops, planning the universe and calculating karma. Without awareness, without fear, I take life and death lightly, neither ghost nor god, but like a mad demon."

The old man was stunned at the time. He had neither heard of the Broken Sword Teahouse organization nor of Feng Bujue. However, the other party's long list of names didn't sound like it was made up on the spot. Anyway, if it were the old man himself, he wouldn't be able to make it up even if he was beaten to death.

"You…" The old man was speechless for a moment. He was quite sure that these five people's martial arts were very poor, or even nonexistent, but after being fooled by Feng Bujue, he was actually a little shaken.

Equally shocked was Atobe Keigo. He thought that Feng Bujue would casually say a common nickname from martial arts novels, but he didn't expect this guy to come up with a long paragraph, and the content broke the sky. Compared with this name, that "Jade Face Explorer" was simply scum.

"Oh, by the way, may I ask your honorable name, senior?" Feng Bujue cupped his fists and said.

"I'm just a servant, my name is not worth mentioning." The old man replied, he came back to his senses a little, and then said, "Little brother, you are indeed clever and eloquent, but an expert is not made by boasting."

"I understand, I understand, senior still doesn't believe me." Feng Bujue said, "I'll show you a couple of moves." At this moment, he was thinking: Old man… if it wasn't for the fact that you seem to be quite related to the main storyline, I wouldn't bother talking to you. If you insist on not letting me pass, I can only treat you to some bullets…

Feng Bujue took half a step back, "Senior, how about receiving one of my moves?"

"Not to mention one move, even ten or a hundred moves…" The old man didn't finish his words.

Feng Bujue took the opportunity to activate his title skill [Watch This], and the chosen skill type was combat.

Feng Bujue knew that he could definitely use something, but he didn't know what he was using…

Seeing that Feng Bujue was about to attack, the old man didn't dare to be careless. No one could guarantee that this young man wasn't hiding his internal strength, preparing to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger or something…

The old man used seventy percent of his power and raised his palm to meet the attack.

With a snap, Feng Bujue and the other party clashed palms, and then retreated five or six steps. Only he himself knew that just now, his Survival Value had lost 30%. Fortunately, the old man purely used palm force to defend, without any forward pushing force, otherwise Feng Bujue would be in danger.

"This…" Although the old man stood still, he showed a surprised expression. His palm was now red, burning like a hot iron.

"Activated a fire-attribute skill… good luck." Feng Bujue thought to himself, but on the surface he seemed very calm, "Petty tricks, I've embarrassed myself."

The old man put his hands behind his back, "Hmm… I didn't expect that I misjudged you today." He moved aside, "Please, young heroes."

"Eh? Senior, don't you want to try the martial arts of my companions?" Feng Bujue pointed to Atobe Keigo, "Look at that sissy, he looks very weak."

"Hey!" Atobe expressed strong dissatisfaction with this guy's behavior of selling out his teammates.

The old man pretended not to hear the second half of Feng Bujue's sentence and replied calmly, "No need, these four must be extraordinary people as well. Master Feng, please." He even changed his way of addressing him.

"This old man seems to be intimidated by me, it seems that the skill just now was super strong…" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "No wonder it used up three hundred Stamina Points and thirty Spirit Points."

"Thank you, senior." Feng Bujue said, winking at his teammates, signaling them to start walking.

After the five people walked away along the path, the old man raised his palm to his eyes and pondered, "Master of the Broken Sword Teahouse, hmph… this kid is full of nonsense, but his moves are really powerful." He adjusted his breath, seemingly trying to suppress the pain in his hand, "If he were a strong man in his forties, the palm just now wouldn't be anything, just the palm force of someone who has practiced hard in virginity for thirty years. But this kid is only in his early twenties, he can unleash such a palm, there is no other explanation except for innate pure Yang internal force…

Heh… I don't know when so many powerful characters have emerged in the martial world. It seems that the experts and strange people attracted by the master's duel, whether in skill or number, far exceed expectations…"