Qingshan Patriarch strode forward in an instant and grabbed Zhu Yun’s palm.
He, Qingshan Patriarch, naturally knew what these martial arts manuals were. They contained boundless martial insights, nothing less than miraculous treasures!
Although Yi Feng had laid them out casually, that did not mean they could be handled recklessly. Even when such treasures were right before his eyes, Qingshan Patriarch dared not show the slightest hint of greed. But this ungrateful Zhu Yun went ahead to stir up trouble. Was he looking to die?
If they incurred the displeasure of that master, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“Who allowed you to touch other people’s belongings without permission?” Qingshan Patriarch scolded.
Zhu Yun’s face was filled with resentment. As the sect master of Qingshan Sect, what was the big deal about flipping through the belongings of a mere mortal? His uncle was clearly overreacting!
Seeing this, Yi Feng could not help but sigh.
This old Qingshan really had excellent character. He hurriedly smoothed things over, “They’re just some trifles. Feel free to take a look, it’s no trouble.”
Zhu Yun casually flipped open one of the martial arts manuals.
The moment he opened it, the three big words “King Kong Fist”, exuding boundless martial intent, suddenly enlarged before Zhu Yun’s eyes. Then, transforming into a ferocious beast, they pounced at Zhu Yun.
Zhu Yun was greatly shocked, his pupils nearly bursting out. He hurriedly circulated his cultivation to resist, but could not block even a bit. That mysterious fist, with overwhelming force, bombarded towards him as always.
Zhu Yun muffled a groan, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face ghastly pale.
Zhu Yun gasped loudly, his forehead already drenched in cold sweat. Filled with lingering fear, he looked towards Qingshan Patriarch.
Qingshan Patriarch's expression was also extremely solemn. He was not feeling well either.
When Zhu Yun had flipped open the martial arts manual just now, he had also glimpsed it. But this time, viewing the manual was not the same as before. The martial intent from the words "King Kong Fist" surged towards him like a towering wave. Fortunately, with his profound cultivation, he did not end up as miserable as Zhu Yun.
As for why this happened, it was likely due to the nature of their cultivation techniques.
His Qingshan Sect cultivated the gentle, feminine path. The Taiji Fist from before was perfectly aligned with them and brought benefits.
Whereas the King Kong Fist was an extremely firm, masculine fist technique, which happened to restrain them.
Of course, in Qingshan's opinion, it was clearly not a coincidence that Zhu Yun had randomly flipped to such a firm fist technique. Yi Feng must have deliberately taught Zhu Yun a small lesson for his lack of propriety!
However, Yi Feng did not notice the strange behavior of the uncle and nephew. Feeling a cool breeze blow by, he stood up and said, "It's getting chilly. Why don't you two come inside with me!"
After speaking, Yi Feng headed towards the room first.
"Uncle, this, what is going on?"
After Yi Feng left, Zhu Yun looked at Qingshan Patriarch in disbelief and asked.
"You, you...." Qingshan Patriarch pointed at Zhu Yun and scolded, "You're usually quite sensible. Why were you so blind this time? Do you know you just walked past death's door and nearly got me killed too?"
"Uncle, what exactly is happening?" Zhu Yun asked.
"You're still asking me what's going on? Can't you see it yourself?" Qingshan Patriarch berated, "Do you really think I've gone senile to treat an ordinary mortal so politely? Do you really think this young man before us is just some ordinary mortal?"
Zhu Yun paled in fright, "But, he really doesn't have any cultivation at all!"
"Hmph!" Qingshan Patriarch let out an angry humph, "That you can't detect his cultivation does not mean the master has no abilities. It just shows your limited perspective. Let me tell you, even I cannot see through his cultivation. You just need to know, he is a master who has returned to original simplicity and is connected to the heavens. The martial arts manuals next to him are the best proof."
"As for the injuries you sustained just now, that was the master teaching you a lesson for your disrespect."
"You'd best bear this firmly in mind."
Qingshan Patriarch admonished word for word.
Recalling the terror from the martial arts manual, Zhu Yun sucked in a breath of cold air.
Not daring to question his uncle's words any further, Zhu Yun's heart was also filled with lingering fear. Thinking back, he really had brushed past death's door!
No wonder his uncle had treated him so politely.
He could only resent his own stupidity for not seeing it earlier.
"But Uncle, how could such a master connected to the heavens appear in a small city like Pingjiang?" Zhu Yun asked doubtfully again.
Hearing this, Qingshan Patriarch's expression also turned solemn. Staring into the distance, he slowly said, "I guess this master is just having some fun in the mortal realm and we happened to run into him by good fortune. But more likely, he is..."
Qingshan Patriarch trailed off meaningfully.
Zhu Yun held his breath, his complexion taut as he waited for him to continue.