Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 21: The Sequel

Feng Xiu was stunned by this scene.

Zheng Bo swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Chief Escort Zhou is an Inner Strength Realm martial artist, with his whole body protected by Qi, so even a strong bow or crossbow weighing over a hundred pounds cannot harm him in the slightest."

"This palm wound was left by a woman."

Even without Zheng Bo saying it, the two of them could see that the palm print was small, exquisite, and extremely clear.

Feng Ao ignored him and continued to solemnly grasp Zhou Gang's arm, checking his pulse, his brows furrowed.

Martial arts and medicine are inseparable. In terms of medical skills, Feng Ao is even stronger than ordinary doctors. Then, he quickly pressed several acupoints on Zhou Gang's chest (Shanzhong point) and back.

After doing all this, Zhou Gang's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, and the pain on his face eased slightly.

"Father, how is Uncle Zhou?" Feng Xiu finally dared to ask, and hurriedly inquired.

Feng Ao let out a long breath and slowly said, "Brother Zhou's pulse is disordered, and the circulation of qi and blood is blocked."

Feng Xiu looked bewildered and turned to look at Zheng Bo.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Uncle Zheng explained, "Master Zhou is not seriously injured, but his blood and qi are out of balance, and he has fainted temporarily."

It's a very common problem among martial artists; almost all martial artists encounter similar issues to some extent during their training.

However, when applied to Su Wantang's case, it seems less ordinary.

How could Su Wantang beat Zhou Gang like this with a single palm strike?

Feng Xiu remained silent upon hearing this.

Ultimately, they got into this mess because of their own problems.

"Wenzheng, now tell me the whole story. What exactly happened?" At this moment, Feng Ao stared intently at Feng Xiu, his eyes exuding authority without anger.

Feng Xiu nodded, and then revealed everything.

During this time, Zheng Bo also testified that Feng Xiu only issued the decision, and he was the one who actually carried it out.

"No entry record, clean contract, and the Wu family is behind Xianghualou. How much do they actually know about this?"

Feng Ao's eyes narrowed, and he sensed something strange about the whole affair.

Zhou Gang's bizarre amnesia didn't shock him that much, but this palm print made him think of many things.

Feng Xiu didn't know much about the Inner Strength Realm, but Feng Ao knew it very well. Inner Strength, commonly known as Divine Strength, is different from the Blood Burning Inner Strength.

Inner Strength refers to the innate Qi cultivated in the Dantian, also known as the innate master. The Qi and blood in the body are vigorous and turbulent, and all evils cannot arise, and gods and ghosts will be warded off!

There are only eleven such masters in the entire Qingyan City, including himself!

"Not simple, huh~" Feng Ao thought, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "Using my son to set a trap, and even trying to hurt my brother, good, good, very good!"

At the end of his words, a fierce killing intent suddenly emerged, and the air instantly froze. The entire hall trembled slightly, and the teacups and chairs hummed.

"Wenzheng," Feng Ao then gave the order.

At this moment, Feng Xiu seemed to be lost in some kind of memory. When the memory surged up, Feng Ao called out to him several times but did not hear him.

Uncle Zheng reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

Feng Xiu snapped out of his daze, his expression turning solemn. "Father, this matter is not so simple."

"How long has Su Wantang been in Qingyan City? Three months. She went from being an orphan girl fleeing from war to becoming the top courtesan of Xianghua Brothel. Money is readily available to her."

Feng Xiu's voice was calm. "Since she can even erase her memories, money is just a number to her."

"What does she want from getting close to Shouzhuo? Besides being the son of the Feng family, what else does Shouzhuo have to offer?"

Uncle Zheng's expression changed slightly. "Young Master, are you saying..."

At this moment, Feng Xiu looked at Feng Ao again and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question, "How long did it take you to obtain the River Law Guide back then?"

Feng Ao's pupils contracted slightly, and a brief silence fell over the hall.

"Three years," Zheng Bo interjected from the side, "but that doesn't make sense. What would she need the river diversion for? She doesn't need to release water for irrigation."

"Because there's something in the pond!"

After much consideration, Feng Xiu decided to recount what he had seen and heard about the scales in the pond.

"This is very strange. It just started raining in the city, and then Su Wantang swiftly and decisively killed Liu Wenjun and injured Uncle Zhou, who came looking for trouble."

Su Wantang wasn't after money; since she had her eye on Feng Shouzhou, the answer was quite obvious.

Given the Feng family's special status, it seems that only the Heluyin River, which allows them free access to the pond and reservoir, is available.

A brief silence fell over the hall. Feng Ao slowly stood up, his gaze falling on Feng Xiu's face.

"That's too arbitrary. What makes you think there's something unclean in the pond, based on just one scale?"

Feng Xiu remained silent; he couldn't refute it, as this was indeed the case.

He had already thrown away that scale, so there was no physical evidence left. How could he convince the two of his belief?

"It's just a hypothesis. I carry the River Law Guide with me at all times, so Su Wantang would definitely find it difficult to make a move. That's why she approached Shouzhuo."

"But if we follow this line of thought, the Jade Belt Pond Warehouse won't be reopened anytime soon. Since it won't be reopened, the things inside the pond can't be taken out. Therefore, Su Wantang has no reason to stay any longer."

Feng Xiu then said in a deep voice.

Currently, the three are in a predicament because all clues have been exhausted, Zhou Gang is in a coma, Su Wantang has escaped, and Liu Wenjun is dead.

However, if we follow Feng Xiu's line of thought, it seems that they can be connected, which means that this rain also disrupted Su Wantang's plans.

In addition, Zhou Gang came to their door again, and there was no progress in staying, which led to the incident of injuring Zhou Gang.

At this moment, Feng Xiu finished speaking and his expression remained calm.

Beyond my thoughts, a strange sense of surprise flashed through my mind.

Yes, it was a surprise, a very pleasant surprise!

The unknown methods that Su Wantang possesses cannot create a one-sided crushing defeat for martial arts experts.

The patrons of Xianghualou also said that they had heard fighting sounds in Su Wantang's room, which suggests that Su Wantang may indeed possess unpredictable and supernatural abilities.

Zhou Gang should be a dead man, or even worse, someone else.

There must have been no remains, and no one knew what had happened!

In other words, martial arts still have the power to fight!

"Then tell me, what else is in the pond?" Feng Ao asked at this moment.

"I don't know, but I'd like to go check out the culvert."

The reservoir sluice gates cannot be opened, and there are still some dried-up underground channels near the farms under the jurisdiction of the Feng family.

If Su Wantang's purpose is to release some kind of creature, and if there is more than one scaly creature, perhaps some traces can be found in the underground channel.

Feng Ao looked at him for a while, then slowly nodded. "Be careful."

"I see."

Feng Xiu was about to get up when Zheng Bo suddenly spoke up, "Young Master, this old servant has something to say, but I don't know if I should."

"explain."

Zheng Bo glanced at Feng Ao. "If Su Wantang can truly erase the memories of Chief Escort Zhou, Han Che, and the madams—in other words, erase the memories of anyone she's ever had contact with—wouldn't she also target the Second Young Master?"

Feng Ao was stunned, and Feng Xiu was even more stunned.

Feng Shouzhuo!

Damn it, how could I forget about him!

"Quickly, go check on Shouzhuo!" Feng Ao's expression changed, and he immediately spoke.

Zheng Bo solemnly accepted the order. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw a large number of anxious-looking members of the escort team, but he couldn't care less about anything else.

He pushed through the crowd and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, Feng Xiu stepped forward.

"Young Master Feng, how is my master?" Han Che asked in a low voice from the crowd.

"There's no need for you to worry," Feng Xiu replied, a reassuring smile on his lips, though he himself was not entirely sure himself.

"I've already found a top-notch doctor."

Han Che was still worried, so he went into the hall to confirm that Zhou Gang was alright before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll have to trouble Young Master Feng to do this." Han Che cupped his hands in greeting.

"It's nothing."

Despite this, Han Che still found it very strange, but Zhou Gang's illness was so bizarre that he couldn't find the source for a while.

"The镖主 (bodyguard/escort) didn't do anything this morning." Han Che paused, his brows furrowing. "You mentioned Xianghualou and Su Wantang, but I asked the other brothers, and some said they saw us leave with their own eyes."

Han Che raised his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes, "But I can't remember anything."

Han Che was one of Zhou Gang's entourage and had also entered Su Wantang's boudoir.

If Su Wantang erases her memories through touch or fighting.

At that time, it was likely that Zhou Gang did not take Su Wantang seriously.

He certainly won't take action personally; rather, he's planning to hone the manpower of the escort team.

Should Han Che exchange a few blows with her?

Feng Xiu's mind raced, and he continued to reassure her, "It's alright, don't overthink it."

Han Che opened his mouth, but despite the doubts that arose in his heart, he had no choice but to give up at this moment.

Not long after everyone left, a guard came in again and bowed to report.

"Master, Young Master, Master Huanglong has returned."

Feng Xiu was delighted. "Quickly, invite them in."

A moment later, Master Huanglong entered the main hall.

He was still wearing that old Taoist robe, with a little girl named Jiaojiao following behind him, holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand, licking them with relish.

Feng Ao stood up to greet him, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "The esteemed master has arrived; I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

Master Huanglong quickly returned the greeting, "Patriarch Feng, you are too kind. This old Taoist has come to say goodbye."

"Saying goodbye, are you leaving, sir?"

Master Huanglong nodded and sighed softly, "The Ganlin Grand Ceremony has damaged my foundation and cultivation. It's time for me to return to Yulin County. Although the Taoist temple is dilapidated, it is still my root."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu noticed that his face had indeed become much paler, and his eyes revealed exhaustion.