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"This is, this is the Intercepting Finger!"
Suddenly, Hong Yan recalled the name of this technique. At that moment, Hong Yan's eyes widened as he fixed his gaze on Xiao Yefeng.
However, Hong Yan's words and expression left Xiao Yefeng stunned. The continuous Dislocation Technique and Rubbing Feet were abruptly halted, and Xiao Yefeng released his fingers. As his fingers moved away from Hong Yan's chest, Hong Yan collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon. Yet, he paid no attention to that and stared at Xiao Yefeng, saying, "Who exactly are you? The Intercepting Finger is not something just anyone can learn. As far as I know, there’s only one family in China that masters the Intercepting Finger. Are you one of them? Your surname is Xiao! You can also perform the Intercepting Finger! If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation, I think we can’t continue being friends!"
Hearing Hong Yan's words, Xiao Yefeng was also taken aback. Was there a problem with the Intercepting Finger? What did that mean? So, Xiao Yefeng replied directly, "The Intercepting Finger is my family’s martial art. As for whether I’m one of them, I don’t quite understand."
Xiao Yefeng's sincerity made Hong Yan confident that the information from Open Door was accurate. He quickly adjusted his emotions and then said, "Bro, you really don’t know the significance of the Intercepting Finger?"
"I don’t know!" Xiao Yefeng replied.
"Then let’s talk about it while we eat later!" Hong Yan said after regaining his composure.
"But we haven’t finished fighting yet!" Xiao Yefeng protested.
At this moment, Hong Yan shot a glare at Xiao Yefeng and said, "What else is there to fight about? Once the Intercepting Finger comes out, I believe you have more follow-up moves! After a set of techniques like that, I doubt I’ll have any strength left to resist!"
"Don’t underestimate yourself. I can sense that you still have tricks up your sleeve. That last set of palm techniques was impressive—powerful and fierce! Do those two palms have names?" Xiao Yefeng recalled.
"To be honest, Bro, your techniques are too profound. As a Geomancer, you managed to defeat me, a Peak of Bright Strength practitioner, using Ancient Warrior techniques. Of course those two palms have names! I think you know about our Open Door’s predecessor!" Hong Yan said excitedly as he patted Xiao Yefeng.
"The Beggar Sect! Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing?" Xiao Yefeng asked in confusion.
"Exactly! Not a single mistake! Those two palms are indeed the first two of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing. The first palm rises from the ground and is called Kang Long You Hui; the second palm comes down from above and is named Fei Long Zai Tian. I've even comprehended the third palm, Seeing the Dragon in the Field. Let’s leave it at that for now; if there’s another opportunity next time, we can spar again," Hong Yan revealed without holding back.
The reason was clear: Hong Yan knew that Xiao Yefeng was about to join the Metaphysics Society. Once he entered the Metaphysics Society, the secrets of these families in China would no longer be secrets. It was better to be straightforward now and gain a favor from Xiao Yefeng while he could.
As they sped along, Xiao Yefeng and Hong Yan had just finished their sparring session, which had not taken much out of them. However, Hong Yan was different; while Xiao Yefeng had remained steady and composed, Hong Yan had taken the initiative to attack. She openly admitted that she didn’t understand why, after practicing the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, she would quickly feel hungry after engaging in combat. It seemed that Hong Yan had quite the appetite.
This time, Hong Yan was generous, treating them to Beijing North's famous roast duck, served whole. Xiao Yefeng was left speechless as he watched her devour the meal. He considered himself to have a good appetite, having eaten three ducks himself, but compared to Hong Yan, he felt utterly dwarfed. He lost count of how many ducks she consumed, only noticing that by the end of the meal, the bones were carted away.
After the feast, Xiao Yefeng began to understand why Hong Yan was so fearful of his Intercepting Finger technique. It turned out that in recent years, a peculiar figure had emerged in the realm of Ancient Martial Arts in China. This person had also made waves in the Western martial arts community. No one knew if this was an individual or an organization; all they knew was that this person called themselves Mr. Xiao.
This mysterious figure challenged various renowned martial artists and wielded the Intercepting Finger with such prowess that no one had yet unveiled their identity. What made matters worse was that anyone who lost to him was compelled to assist him with a task—what that task entailed remained unknown. However, it was reported that several hundred Ancient Warriors from both East and West had fallen to this person.
If it were only this, perhaps the East and West would not have been so concerned. The most critical piece of information Xiao Yefeng gleaned from Hong Yan was that last year, twenty masters from both Eastern and Western Mingjing suddenly died together in the middle of a desert. Their faces were filled with terror at the time of death; their blood vessels were swollen, and their meridians were shattered—an utterly gruesome sight.
Moreover, these individuals were found kneeling in the desert with no blood left in their bodies—no brain fluid or bone marrow remained either. Initially, people thought it might be due to the desert conditions; however, upon investigation, it became clear that they had died within a very short time frame. Even in the hottest desert conditions, a body would not lose all its bodily fluids so quickly after death.
This situation alarmed both Eastern and Western martial arts communities. The key point was that all these individuals had lost to Mr. Xiao. Consequently, there was a widespread search for anyone who could perform the Intercepting Finger technique. Recently, every person with the surname Xiao underwent thorough scrutiny, yet nothing significant came up. This was why Hong Yan was so shocked when she discovered Xiao Yefeng's ability to perform the Intercepting Finger.
As for more precise information regarding this matter, neither Xiao Yefeng nor Hong Yan asked further questions; they both understood that some things were better left unsaid. The gap between them was simple: it was Xiao Yefeng's identity—he was not yet a recognized member of this circle in China.
Under the astonished gaze of the waiter, Xiao Yefeng and Hong Yan left Beijing North's world-famous roast duck restaurant. Noticing that it was getting late, Hong Yan decided to leave with Xiao Yefeng. They drove onto the highway and headed away from Beijing North's city center until they soon arrived at a large private estate where a landmark building could be seen from afar.
The structure resembled an ancient gladiatorial arena with its circular walls and classical design. As they approached, Xiao Yefeng sensed an extreme danger in this place. Ignoring the towering trees on either side of the building for now, he realized that just based on its geographical features—known as White Tiger Holding a Corpse—this location was undeniably ominous; building a residence here would be akin to digging one's own grave.
Who chose this site? Who planned it? Who built here? Xiao Yefeng doubted it was mere coincidence; true coincidences are rare in life and are often products of human design. The White Tiger Holding a Corpse location featured an excessively high hill on its right side while having no natural barriers on its left side. The two rows of giant trees appeared to have been moved here artificially; as the saying goes: "Do not plant mulberry trees in front or willow trees behind."
The types of giant trees planted here were diverse. As they drove forward, Xiao Yefeng noticed that the trees surrounding this building were not planted in straight lines but rather formed a semi-enclosed curve with mulberry, willow, and poplar trees interspersed among them. Although he couldn't discern much at present, he could feel an overwhelming Yin Qi permeating this area; Zhang Chuanhai from Spirit Platform and Kitagawa Kai's Shikigami—whom Xiao Yefeng had imprisoned—were stirring restlessly as if unconsciously absorbing energy.
With such heavy Yin Qi present here, could someone be raising spirits? While sitting in the car contemplating this question, Xiao Yefeng quickly dismissed it; although there was heavy Yin Qi here, there was no eerie energy present—indicating no ghosts resided here. It seemed more likely that this phenomenon resulted from the terrain and Ghost Trees' influence. With this thought in mind, he couldn't help but glance again at the towering hills nearby—particularly at a massive rock formation jutting out prominently from them.
Like a fierce tiger peeking out, looking back at the building, the terrain of White Tiger Holding a Corpse was indeed extraordinary. Since he had the chance to come here, Xiao Yefeng felt it necessary to inform the owner of this place that it was too ominous and not suitable for any activities.
At that moment, Hong Yan glanced at Xiao Yefeng and clearly noticed his concerns. Hong Yan spoke up, "Bro! What do you think of the scenery around here?"
Without turning around, Xiao Yefeng replied lightly, "The scenery is pleasant, yet not so pleasant! The owner of this place is truly powerful! They can manage such a terrain."
Upon hearing Xiao Yefeng's words, Hong Yan was taken aback and then asked, "Bro, do you know who the owner is?"
Xiao Yefeng responded, "I don't know!"
"Don't know? Then how do you know the owner is strong?" Hong Yan questioned in confusion.
"First, the vegetation here is lush yet neatly trimmed, indicating that someone often manages this place. Second, although there is no sign of joy here, it’s clear that the owner maintains good health. How could someone keep a healthy aura in such a gloomy environment if they weren't strong?" Xiao Yefeng remarked with emotion.
Xiao Yefeng's words were simple, but they struck Hong Yan like a bolt from the blue. This wasn't Hong Yan's first time here; he was aware of the situation. Moreover, the issues here were known throughout the families in China—after all, which family didn't have one or two geomancers overseeing them? However, he had only encountered a handful of people who could see through these problems at a glance.
All those individuals were elderly, well over fifty. Even Lu Zhan, who currently had a strong reputation in China, only discovered these issues after entering the building and still wasn't as precise as Xiao Yefeng in his judgments. At this moment, Hong Yan felt an intense curiosity about Xiao Yefeng. This person who practiced Feng Shui Techniques and Ancient Martial Arts—what was his story?
Hong Yan had found out that Xiao Yefeng was once a mercenary and had heard some rumors about him. However, there was no accurate information; everything on paper seemed useless.
The records stated that Xiao Yefeng was a peak mercenary, yet his evaluation remained that of an ordinary person. At this point, Hong Yan wanted to curse—how could an ordinary person defeat someone like me at Peak of Bright Strength? How could an ordinary person discern the Feng Shui issues here? If that were true, wouldn’t it mean that everything we’ve pursued in our lives is nothing but a joke?
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