The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 354 - 222 The Mysteries of Mystical Sect_2

Chapter 354: Chapter 222 The Mysteries of Mystical Sect_2

Seeing him enter the hall, Yan Borennian immediately got up with a smile and said, "Brother Lei, let me introduce someone to you."

"This is Young Hero Li from Guanzhong, a good friend of my son and the one who cured my wife’s illness."

"Young Hero Li, this is Lei Zhen from Huangmei County, the Sect Leader of the Yue Family Fist, and also a close and good friend of mine."

No wonder...

Li Yan hurriedly bowed respectfully, "I’ve had the honor of meeting Senior Lei."

The Yue Family Fist originated from the Yue Family army, created by Yue Wumu. His sons, Yue Zhen and Yue Ting, settled in Ezhou, Huangmei, and taught it to the people, where it has been passed down to this day.

Among the Ezhou Martial Arts, it is quite a famous sect.

With Wudang in its territory, Shaolin to the north, and Emei to the west, each fist style that has survived and been passed down to this day between these powerful neighbors is not to be underestimated.

Originated from the military, the Yue Family Fist is renowned for its practicality in combat.

Simple movements with astonishing lethality, the steps are straightforward, coming and going, yet still focusing on the subtleties of reality and feint, with a concept of ’seven empty and seven solid’.

Li Yan, though having heard of it, had never witnessed it firsthand.

"Guanzhong?"

Lei Zhen frowned slightly and pondered, "Sect Leader Zhang Xiaoshan of Yunyang Prefecture once visited Chang’an during the New Year and mentioned upon his return that there was a young bladesman who killed a tyrant on the streets during the Lantern Festival; was that you?"

Li Yan clasped his fists and replied, "That was indeed me. I have also had the fortune of meeting Elder Zhang Xiaoshan."

"Ha-ha-ha, good!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhen laughed heartily, "Killing on the street, sending medicine for thousands of miles, the chivalrous spirit of Chang’an’s youth remains intact!"

"You flatter me too much, senior."

"Come, come, come, have a seat."

After the pleasantries, Yan Borennian pulled Li Yan down to sit.

The old man was clearly in a good mood, personally taking an old wine jar, cracking open the clay seal, and smiling, "This Tusu Wine is originally used for ritual sacrifices during the New Year, but I was not in the mood to open it then, and my family had already dispersed; it’s perfect to serve to guests now."

Having said that, he poured each of them a bowl.

Tusu Wine is a creation of Sun the Medicine King, a type of medicinal wine, along with Pepper Fir Wine, both used for festive rituals.

Su Zhe wrote in "Removal Day": "Year after year, the last to drink is Tusu Wine, scarcely realizing over seventy years have gone."

With his sensitive nose, Li Yan observed the amber color of the wine and sensed a medicinal fragrance. Yan Borennian urged him to drink it, and it was without any bitterness, rather having a rich flavor.

Even Lei Zhen, at the side, drank it down in one go, smacking his lips in approval, "Good craftsmanship, is this from General Du the wine merchant’s cellar?"

Yan Borennian confirmed with a smile, "Exactly."

Lei Zhen laughed heartily, "Old Du has aged and now leaves the work to his apprentices; a batch of his personal brew diminishes with each jar drunk."

"I never expected Brother Yan to still have such treasures, it seems I’m also basking in young brother Li’s light today."

Yan Borennian couldn’t help but chuckle, "What strange words you speak! I only managed to obtain two jars, so if you want to drink, let’s finish it all today!"

Good wine calls for good dishes.

There was winter melon and softshell turtle soup, meticulously stewed with winter melon, delicious and flavorful, and beautifully shaped dragon-style dishes.

Chicken velvet and fish maw pen holder—a combination of chicken velvet and the prized fish maw pen holder, the slippery texture of fish maw, the delicacy of chicken velvet, both blending together.

And there was double-cooked pork, mixed boiled eight treasures, thousand-layer meat...

These were all part of Hubei Cuisine, specifically Jingyi cuisine, and Yan Borennian notably engaged skilled chefs to prepare them, achieving a feast that excelled in color, aroma, and taste.

Even though Li Yan had eaten quite a bit at noon, his appetite was still whetted. With a sip of wine and a taste of the dishes, he ate until his eyebrows arched with satisfaction.

Just this feast alone made today’s visit worthwhile.

Yan Borennian was in a good mood, constantly offering toasts to both of them. After several rounds, he was somewhat tipsy and sighed, "Making a friend who would travel a thousand miles to bring medicine, and making a friend who would rush through the night to help out... it’s been a life well lived..."

"Stop speaking such disheartening words!"

Lei Zhen downed a bowl of wine, his eyes slowly filling with a murderous air, "These barbarians, despite being generously treated by the court, still rebel and raise troops. It’s about time to take action against them!"

"Furthermore, they don’t dare attack the court army but send scoundrels from the pugilistic world to viciously target the Yan family, truly like evil spirits."

"Brother Yan, rest assured, once I have settled things in the northwest, I’ll stay with you in the Yan residence. Let’s see which bastard dares to show up!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yan’s brows furrowed, and he suddenly stood up, whispering, "Both of you, hold your breath, someone has released poison!"

Immediately afterward, the door guards and protectors standing at the entrance all swayed and collapsed to the ground.

"How dare they!"

"Young brother, protect Brother Yan!"

Lei Zhen didn’t expect that just after making a bold statement, someone would come knocking so brashly, and he instantly became furious. Stamping his foot, his figure shot out like an arrow.

Li Yan was about to make his move, but seeing the situation, he didn’t follow. Instead, he took out the Divine Tiger Token and quickly formed a hand seal, "Nuogao, opening alone the great-grandson Wang Jia, six Jia Azure Dragon..."

It was none other than the "Northern Emperor’s Mountain Climbing Skill."

This skill is a Hidden Skill used to evade ghosts and ferocious beasts.

But Li Yan had another use for it.

Whoosh~

As soon as the Mountain Climbing Skill was activated, a cold wind howled around him, causing the flowers and plants on the hall to sway and scraps of paper to fly chaotically.

Yet, Li Yan held his seal unchanged, deliberately lengthening the casting time.

The opponent was employing an invisible poison gas, faintly scented and secretively blown into the courtyard with the evening breeze.

And Li Yan’s action just now had dispersed it.

On the other side, Lei Zhen moved with astonishing speed.

As a master of the art of internal energy, his Qi was contained within, naturally immune to any poison gas. His internal energy was circular and unbroken.

Swoosh!

He sprang from the front hall, covering seven or eight meters in one step to reach the patio. He didn’t use the main door but instead exploded with leg strength, leaping three meters high. He stepped on the corridor columns, using them to flip over the wall of the courtyard.

Watching this, Li Yan immediately gave a silent nod of approval.

What he admired was not the other’s agility—scaling beams was something he could now do himself—but rather the other’s experience.

Having activated his Divine Skills, he could smell several people outside the main gate, armed with crossbows and waiting for the gate to open to shoot.

Lei Zhen did not have Divine Skills; he relied solely on his experience in the pugilistic world to make the best decision.

Indeed, none who reached the level of cultivating their energy could be considered mediocre.

On the other side, Lei Zhen jumped onto the beams and casually flipped up several tiles, swiftly flinging them out.

With his strength, the tiles even made a whistling sound.

Across from the main gate, a few figures in black holding crossbows felt the wind and heard thuds, their heads bursting open like watermelons.

"Hmph!"

Lei Zhen let out a cold snort, his eyes sweeping coldly in all directions.

Soon, he realized something was amiss.

The surrounding streets had somehow become deserted, with candlelight visible in the distance, but it seemed that everyone was deliberately avoiding this place.

Shasha shasha...

The sound of rustling came from the ground, as countless poisonous snakes swarmed from all directions, quickly filling the entire street.

At the same time, an old beggar appeared in the distance, carrying an erhu on his back, limping slowly towards them.

In the darkness, his eyes faintly glowed red.

Seeing this person, Lei Zhen thoughtfully said in a cold tone, "Who are you from the Beggar Gang? State your name!"

"A destitute with no name to share..."

The old man coughed and stopped at the street corner, setting down his erhu, and casually sat down on the ground, saying indifferently, "Yue Family’s Boxing, Lei Zhen? I haven’t come to trouble the Yan family today."

"Hiding behind the young Yan, you took something you shouldn’t have. Hand it over, and I can spare your life."

Lei Zhen was slightly stunned; he had not expected such a commotion just to find Li Yan.

Curious as he was, he was not the type to give in, saying coldly, "Won’t talk? I’ll take you down first, then get the answers!"

Before his words fell, he had already leaped down, running swiftly along the courtyard wall, and in two or three strides, he was near the old beggar.

His form flashed, quick as a shadow, and he struck down with a palm.

The Yue Family’s Boxing requires a specific historical context, demanding "do not engage if compassionate, if engaging, show no mercy."

This move was called "Going to a Feast Alone, Subduing the Dragon and Tiger," incorporating posture, technique, and terrain into various changes, like taking the head of a general amidst thousands of troops—a definitive killing move.

Lei Zhen, as a master of internal energy and a senior in the pugilistic world, had naturally encountered many a Magician, possessing rich experience.

He also carried a Protective Magical Artifact, which could fend off common spells. As long as he got close, even a Magician with high Dao couldn’t survive his attacks.

However, the old beggar did not dodge or avoid.

Bang!

Lei Zhen’s palm struck down, hitting nothing but air.

The old beggar had already turned into smoke and dissipated...