Chapter 11: The Person Dad Locked in the Back Mountain

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: The Person Dad Locked in the Back Mountain

Chen Sha wouldn’t forcefully accept his own marriage arrangement. He just couldn’t descend the mountain for the time being. Given a few years, one would see whether he could leave the mountain or not!

At this moment, he sat cross-legged in the Sect Leader’s wing on Dao Yi Mountain. High-quality sandalwood burned on both sides, nourishing his spirit. The lights on the mountain were dimming. Without anyone noticing, his spirit had already arrived behind the Southern Heavenly Gate.

"Who is secretly learning Martial Arts?"

It was the same repetitive phrase that had echoed for ten thousand years. Waves of green rustled in the Cypress Forest as Hong Qigong stepped out with awe-inspiring righteousness, steady as a towering mountain.

BOOM!

Without another word, he raised his hand and unleashed "Shocking Hundred Li" from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

ROAR!

This move was truly worthy of the name Shocking Hundred Li! Executed by Hong Qigong, he seemed to become the Incarnation of an old Azure Dragon within the Cypress Forest, baring its fangs and brandishing its scales and claws. His True Qi surged up from his Dantian, passing through over a dozen major acupoints in his arm, including Chengqi, Sibai, Juliao, Dicang, Daying, Jiache, Xiaguan, Touwei, Renying, and Shuitu.

In an instant, a palm struck forward.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The might of a single palm, accompanied by a dragon’s roar, truly shocked a hundred li. The tangible Palm Wind blotted out the sky, pressing straight down on Chen Sha’s head. It was as if it intended to smash him headfirst into the dirt, leaving behind a human-shaped crater!

"Good timing!" Chen Sha shouted in return, showing no fear.

This was already his one thousand, one hundred and seventh battle with Hong Qigong since entering this first Chapter. He was already as familiar with every single palm of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms as one could possibly be.

BANG!

Dirt flew, and the earth trembled. Chen Sha stomped his foot, and his body charged forward like a giant mammoth on the savanna. The True Qi surrounding him formed a towering aura of flames, directly scattering the True Qi that Hong Qigong had brought down upon his head.

BANG!

In a flash of lightning, he appeared in front of Hong Qigong. He clenched his fist and struck! A fist move from the Great Yellow Court, "Immortal Rank," crashed head-on into the center of Hong Qigong’s palm.

BANG!

As the two clashed, fists and palms flew back and forth, their figures moving so fast they became a blur.

WHOOSH!

Instantly, it was like an earthquake within the Cypress Forest, with air currents raging wildly. The crushed stones and wood splinters kicked up by Chen Sha and Hong Qigong’s battle shot out in all directions like hidden weapons. Carried by the forceful Qi of their confrontation, the debris battered the surroundings, leaving the ground riddled with craters.

One fist, one palm... ten fists, ten palms... a hundred fists, a hundred palms.

Suddenly, Chen Sha caught something out of the corner of his eye. He rapidly stepped back, his Palm Wind swirling to cover his flank, directly sweeping away a sky full of hidden Golden Needles. He then caught a few of them and fiercely hurled them back. "Old trick. Right back at you."

Huang Rong, who had been hiding in the shadows waiting to ambush him, was greatly startled by this. Just when she couldn’t dodge in time, Guo Jing was fortunately by her side. Pushing out with a single hand to execute "The Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets," he narrowly saved Huang Rong.

However, Chen Sha immediately followed up with a punch bearing surging Fist Intent. The magnificent Momentum condensed an invisible Fist Seal in the air, blasting the two of them away for over a dozen zhang. They were left powerless to stand up on the spot.

"What’s going on? How did it seem like he knew I was going to ambush him all along?" Huang Rong coughed up blood on the ground, her face full of disbelief.

BANG!

After dealing with these two juniors, Chen Sha continued to fight Hong Qigong with full concentration. He caught a glimpse of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who were incapacitated.

He thought to himself, "Even though I’ve already fallen for Huang Rong’s Golden Needle ambush dozens of times in the past thousand-plus battles, I still almost got caught this time. This proves that even when one’s Martial Arts reach the Grandmaster Level, the possibility of being ambushed by someone with lower Martial Arts Cultivation cannot be avoided."

Looking at it from another angle, the three people appearing in this first Chapter—Hong Qigong, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong—were like an "enemy formation" he had to face to pass the level. The three had different coordinations. For instance, Huang Rong’s "Rain of Golden Needles in the Flower Shower" was like a randomly triggered skill.

Perhaps in ten battles with Hong Qigong, Guo Jing and Huang Rong wouldn’t be able to help Hong Qigong much. But one absolutely couldn’t say they were useless. Even Guo Jing, who only knew a single move of "The Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets," could potentially seize an opportunity in battle to land a hit on Chen Sha and shatter his consciousness. Or, just like before, Chen Sha could be ambushed by Huang Rong’s Golden Needles.

Overall, Chen Sha had been fighting here while only a month had passed in the outside world, yet inside, he was genuinely battling three Jianghu experts in various ways... The combat experience he gained was beyond measure.

As time passed.

BANG!

Chen Sha’s fist smashed into Hong Qigong’s chest.

BOOM!

Yet, he himself also squarely took a heavy palm strike from Hong Qigong’s "Flying Dragon in the Sky." Both of them were knocked back wildly.

The difference was that Hong Qigong looked shocked as he said, "You were actually able to fight this Old Beggar to a draw!"

Chen Sha sighed without saying a word. After being struck by the palm, his body dissipated on the spot.

"A draw is not the result I want. I have to defeat you to clear the level!" he thought.

However, to defeat a Peak Grandmaster like Hong Qigong, one of the Five Extremes, he probably needed to have at least half a foot in the Grandmaster Realm among the Upper Three Grades.

Dawn broke. Chen Sha finished a night of dozens of battles and rested.

"To step from a Grandmaster into the Grandmaster Realm is dozens of times harder than a First-class Expert becoming a Grandmaster. The number of Grandmasters in the entire Jianghu is pitifully small. It’s not easy," Chen Sha thought. Perhaps he could go talk to Martial Uncle Santong.

Martial Uncle Santong was currently the person with the deepest Martial Arts Cultivation on the mountain. Although he was unassuming and hid his capabilities, he was actually comparable to one of the top ten experts in the world. Sparring with him might bring some inspiration.

The place where Zhou Santong resided was the rear cliff of Dao Yi Mountain. Going from the front of the mountain to the back required passing through various palaces. The people he met along the way all nodded respectfully to the Sect Leader. Along the path, Chen Sha saw quite a few of the Immortal Cranes and Spirit Deer raised by Dao Yi Mountain.

Hearing the sound of flowing waterfall water from afar, Chen Sha knew he had reached his destination. The place where Martial Uncle Santong was in charge of guarding that "old Demon" was right here.

"Little Martial Uncle, I’ve come to see you." Chen Sha walked straight over.

Not far away was the surface of a small lake. By the lake stood three thatched cottages enclosed by a fence. Many vegetables were planted there, and there was also a water well in the yard, along with many chickens and ducks.

"Little Chen Sha, you’re here." Zhou Santong walked out of the kitchen. He smelled of firewood smoke and his face was smeared with dirt, yet he was exceptionally joyful. "Oh my, you kid came at just the right time. I just caught a snake on the mountain this morning and made snake stew and chicken soup. Your timing is perfect, open your mouth..."

As he spoke, he crossed the distance in a few steps, pinched Chen Sha’s chin, pulled a small, greenish-blue thing from his pocket, and popped it inside.

Chen Sha only felt an extreme bitterness in his mouth. It was slippery and reeked of a fishy stench. He asked, "Martial Uncle, what did you feed me?"

Zhou Santong replied, "A snake gallbladder. The snakes on our Dao Yi Mountain are all good snakes! This snake gallbladder is somewhat useful for people practicing Martial Arts. I have no use for it, so it’s just right for you."

Chen Sha felt the snake gallbladder drop into his stomach. He gently dissolved it with True Qi, and a wave of warm medicinal power immediately spread to his limbs and bones. It was as if he had eaten a raw ginseng, elevating a significant amount of his Essence Qi.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle." Chen Sha expressed his gratitude. "I came today to ask for your guidance regarding the Grandmaster Realm."

"The Grandmaster Realm, huh." Zhou Santong bit on a snake tail and scratched his head.

Only he would show absolutely no reaction upon hearing Chen Sha ask about the Grandmaster Realm. If his fellow martial brothers on the mountain had heard this question, they would have long been at a loss for how to respond. After all, it had been less than a month since Chen Sha revealed his Grandmaster Cultivation and defeated Li Jianzhou on the day of the old Sect Leader’s burial, yet he was already looking forward to the Grandmaster Realm.

Zhou Santong couldn’t care less about these things. He just called it as he saw it: "Teaching an apprentice? I don’t know how to do that."

He then shook his head like a rattle drum. "I only know how to train myself. Your father said that whatever Martial Arts I practice, I understand it immediately and master it by analogy. That’s why he named me ’Santong.’ Previously, a few of your senior martial brothers also asked me about bottlenecks in practicing Martial Arts. But I never encountered the bottlenecks they faced, so I couldn’t help."

Chen Sha was stunned.

Zhou Santong immediately giggled and said, "But don’t get discouraged. Let’s eat first; I have a way."

Chen Sha didn’t understand what he meant, so he had no choice but to accompany this naive old Martial Uncle for their meal first.

After simply clearing the dishes and chopsticks, Zhou Santong walked into the yard and laughed. "Little Chen Sha, aren’t you curious about who your father locked up in the back mountain? Come with me to see him, then watch me fight him a couple of times, and you’ll understand."

Chen Sha naturally hadn’t forgotten this and asked, "Where is this person locked up?"

He looked up and saw the surface of the lake in front of him. "It can’t be in the lake, right?"

"Wrong guess!" Zhou Santong laughed heartily, grabbing Chen Sha by his clothes.

The two of them jumped straight into the well in the yard.