Chapter 618: Tiger, Wolves, and Fox
(G: This is probably the longest FSM chapter I have translated until now. 3600 words, which makes it 3x the usual, so 3 chapters in one. I would usually divide it into parts, but chose not to since this was a sponsored chapter from Sixth.)
Although Song Qingshu’s displayed martial skills were impressive, the leader of the black-clad men had his own confidence. His self-created Frost True Qi Technique was a unique skill in the martial world, having already claimed the lives of many martial experts. He believed that even if the mysterious person before him had greater internal energy, under the influence of the Frost True Qi Technique, the opponent would not fare well.
“Competing in internal energy? Fine,” Song Qingshu smirked. His cultivation speed with the Joyful Meditation Method could be described as “advancing by leaps and bounds,” and after understanding the concept of virtual meridians, he also practiced the Nine Yin Scripture and the Divine Brilliance Scripture.
Any one of these internal Qi cultivation skills, when cultivated to the extreme, could surpass all others, let alone the fact that he practiced all three. As far as internal energy was concerned, looking at the entire martial world, only three or five people were worth worrying about.
At this moment, Ren Yingying suddenly snorted, “Since the leader of the Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song, Ding Mian, has arrived, that old man with white hair must be the White-haired Immortal Bu Chen. The martial world has long rumored that the White-haired Immortal and the Bald Eagle, Sha Tianjiang, have never been far apart. The person who died earlier must have been the Bald Eagle. With three of the Thirteen Protectors here, why does the Left Alliance Leader need to hide his identity?”
“Miss Ren truly has sharp eyes,” the leader of the black-clad men laughed loudly. At this point, there was no need to hide his identity. He tore off his veil, revealing himself as Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Sacred Mountain Sword Alliance.
“The influence of Mount Song is far in Henan, yet the Left Alliance Leader dares to assassinate Qing Empire diplomats within the Golden Serpent Camp’s territory. What is your intention?” Ren Yingying sneered.
“Indeed, women’s hearts are as deep as the sea. Miss Ren, you’ve already forgotten about that brat Linghu Chong, and are now only concerned about your fiancé,” Zuo Lengchan chuckled. “But Miss Ren, you are overthinking. As a Han, it is my duty to kill those Manchu dogs. What intention could there be?”
“You!” Ren Yingying’s face turned pale with anger. As soon as Zuo Lengchan mentioned Linghu Chong, she lost her composure, thinking to herself, ‘If I defend this b’stard Song Qingshu now, my reputation will be ruined in the martial world. People will think I want to marry him. If Chong Ge finds out, it’ll be a disaster.’