Chapter 1652 - 1653: You Are One of Them
Mad Blade excitedly patted Yang Fei on the shoulder.
"To celebrate your victory, we must have a good drink tonight."
"But let's get this straight first, you're treating."
"I've heard you've recently come into a fortune; we should definitely take a solid bite out of that landowner's wealth."
Yang Fei knew this guy had his eyes on the gold in the small courtyard on Li Island and chuckled.
"That's easy to arrange, but drinking outside is no fun."
"I recently hired a cook, let's all go over and taste her cooking, shall we?"
Everyone cheered in agreement.
Mad Blade looked Yang Fei up and down.
"What cook? I think it's your new gal, Little Flower, right? Home flowers don't smell as fragrant as wildflowers, how many flowers do you need to pick?"
"Get lost!"
Yang Fei raised his leg, almost kicking Mad Blade's Pi Gu; Mad Blade quickly dodged away, frightened.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Step aside, make way."
At this moment, a girl from Sang Country with a bun hairstyle squeezed into the crowd.
Everyone was tall and burly, yet she managed to shove and kick them aside effortlessly, her delicate voice commanding them.
Everyone had no choice but to make way; Yang Fei looked over and saw it was Shi Meizi.
Seeing Shi Meizi's gentle gaze directed at Yang Fei, everyone chuckled.
Yang Fei never had trouble attracting girls, even in this foreign land.
Shi Meizi felt the teasing gazes of the crowd but couldn't be bothered to respond.
She was born a princess, surrounded by admirers, never considering others' opinions.
Shi Meizi looked steadily at Yang Fei, suddenly backed up three steps, and bowed ninety degrees to Yang Fei respectfully.
Her eyes were sincere, full of gratitude.
"Thank you, Big Beard; now I'm finally free from Kimura Ihei's control."
"A crippled person will never be associated with me, a princess."
Yet Yang Fei thought of her and An Zichen's relationship, chuckled, and waved his hand.
"It's nothing. By the way, we're going for a drink. Want to come along?"
Unexpectedly, Shi Meizi, who seemed like Yang Fei's shadow, shook her head.
"I won't go; I have to share this news with my dearest mother. She will be happy for me."
Yang Fei nodded, glancing around.
"So, do you need me to send someone to escort you back?"
Shi Meizi smiled and shook her head, gesturing with her mouth towards the distance.
"Don't worry, my guards have arrived; they'll escort me back."
Yang Fei followed her gaze to the distance and saw an Imperial Guard squad quickly approaching.
Yang Fei nodded, saluted Shi Meizi.
"Alright then, until we meet again."
Shi Meizi nodded, her crystal-clear eyes showing a hint of nostalgia.
"If you ever need help, please call me. I have very few friends, and you're one of them."
Saying this, a trace of sadness appeared on her youthful, vibrant face as she leaned closer to Yang Fei, her voice lowered.
"Remember, my name is Mieko, given to me by my mother as my Huaxia name is Shi Meizi."
Yang Fei shrugged, his smile sunny and bright.
"Alright, Miss Mieko, it's an honor to know you."
They said their goodbyes, Shi Meizi walked over to a group of Imperial Guards.
In the bustling crowd, the group of guards protected Shi Meizi and walked out of the entrance of Arena No. 4.
That evening, the meeting hall of the Kimura Clan's Washing Sword Villa was brightly lit.
Important guests from the Eight Great Families of the War God Alliance had been waiting for a long time.
The Kimura Clan ranked sixth in the War God Alliance, with a profound Martial Arts heritage.
The first genius of Martial Arts, Kimura Ihei, brought immense glory to this vast family.
Yet today, this extraordinary genius was maimed by an unknown small fry dragon.
The once genius Kimura Ihei was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, its brilliant light vanishing in an instant.
The Kimura Family Head issued the War God Order, inviting the heads of the Eight Great War God Families to Washing Sword Villa to discuss this serious matter.
The number of people in the hall was not large, fewer than ten.
However, each person exuded a remarkable presence, their eyes like lightning, extremely dignified.
These individuals were the most important members of the War God Alliance, in addition to the heads of the Eight Great War God Families, there were four executing elders.
The War God Alliance had no Alliance Hierarch; all decisions were made by a joint vote of the eight families and the four elders.
These individuals had come hurriedly upon receiving the War God Order from Kimura Kougen.
The War God Order was a unique medal of the War God Alliance; each family possessed one War God Order.
When any family issued a War God Order, it meant that the family was at the brink of life and death.
The other War God Families were obliged to come to their aid unconditionally.
Kimura Kougen had not appeared yet, but the other family heads had arrived and sat quietly on the Taishi Chairs, waiting for him.
At that moment, Kimura Kougen was in his room, where there was a small shrine on one side.
Inside the shrine was a Spirit Tablet, and before it was a portrait of an elderly man.
The old man had a thin face and sparse hair, but he was dressed in a General's uniform, looking to be at least a century old.
Kimura Igen knelt before the portrait, his eyes devout.
"Ancestor Kimura, the disciple of the person who killed you has appeared."
"Please bless me, to personally plunge the dagger into the heart of the enemy, to avenge you."
After praying, he kowtowed three times before the portrait, then took a golden, shining token from the shrine.
He then closed the shrine and left the room.
In the hall, the 11 people were still sitting quietly, not a word spoken.
The atmosphere was so quiet that even a pin dropping would be audible.
Everyone was aware of what had transpired earlier that day.
Every person there was filled with doubt and curiosity.
What kind of formidable opponent could have challenged more than 20 elite disciples of the Kimura Clan and shattered Kimura Ihei on stage?
This was one of the gravest crises endured by a War God Family in the past decade.
Just then, Kimura Kougen walked into the meeting hall.
He waved apologetically at the gathered group.
"Sorry, everyone, I'm late."
"To make amends, I bring you some important information."
As he spoke, he casually activated the LCD screen mounted on the conference room wall.
A few minutes later, the screen displayed a video showing Yang Fei fighting Kimura Ihei on stage.
Though the video quality wasn't great, the viewers could clearly discern what was happening thanks to their sharp eyes.
When everyone saw Yang Fei dodging Kimura Ihei's attacks, a short, stocky elder widened his eyes suddenly and exclaimed.
"Yu Step, he can use Yu Step! That's Martial God's unique martial art."
In fact, everyone noticed the strange footwork Yang Fei used to evade attacks, and their expressions changed immediately.
Unexpectedly, a decade later, the Yu Step of the Martial God had resurfaced in the human realm.
This sworn enemy had finally emerged, and the family heads were beside themselves with excitement.
"Amaterasu bless us, our enemy has appeared. I thought I'd never have the chance for revenge."
"It's fate; maybe the Martial God will show up too, and we'll settle the blood debt."