Chapter 90: The Furious Song Jue
The Furious Song Jue . . .
Cha-Eun Xiao departed from the grandeur of the Crown Prince's Palace, flanked by his companions Lan Lang-Lang and Zuo Wu-Ji. Laughter and conversation filled the air as they strolled away from the palace's opulent halls. Upon reaching his ho, Cha-Eun Xiao, now comfortably settled, displayed an air of indifference, as though the palace visit had never occurred.
As they prepared to bid farewell to one another, Cha-Eun Xiao produced a small dan bead and presented it to Lan Lang-Lang. He spoke, his voice filled with genuine concern, "Lang-Lang, accept this dan bead. Dissolve it in warm water and divide the solution into three portions. Each morning at sunrise, use one portion to cleanse your hair. After three days, your favus condition will be completely healed."
Lan Lang-Lang's eyes widened in astonishnt as he exclaid, "Really?!" His crossed eyes expressed pure disbelief.
Cha-Eun Xiao's brow furrowed, and he replied earnestly, "This concerns your lifelong personal appearance. Do you think I would jest about such matters?"
"Hey, hey, hey... Even if it doesn't work, I'm grateful. Favus truly tarnishes my handso appearance. You're right; it's a significant issue in my life," Lan Lang-Lang eagerly snatched the dan bead. "I'll leave you two to continue your conversation. I need to head ho now. Hey, hey, I can't wait to wash my hair tomorrow. Hahaha. No more suffering from favus in just three days..."
With that, he hurriedly departed.
Zuo Wu-Ji, wearing a look of disdain, comnted, "Even without favus, he still looks obnoxious, yet he considers himself handso... Eww..." He waved his hand dismissively and added, "If we have nothing else to discuss, I should head ho too. I was thinking of sharing a drink with you, but Lan Lang-Lang's antics are off-putting... Eww... I need to recover from this."
And with that, he too made his exit.
Cha-Eun Xiao watched them both leave, his smile fading. The frigid intensity in his eyes finally found release. His hands, concealed within his sleeves, clenched into tight fists.
[The Crown Prince has finally shown his murderous intent!
What a vicious sche!]
In the darkness, Cha-Eun Xiao operated the East-rising Purple Qi. Accompanied by the cool night air, he returned to the General's House.
The steward observed him with concern and inquired in a low voice, "How did it go? Did anything happen?"
Cha-Eun Xiao hesitated briefly before replying, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Let's go inside."
The steward followed Cha-Eun Xiao into his room, his anxiety evident. "What do you an 'nothing out of the ordinary'?"
Cha-Eun Xiao grinned and said, "Nothing significant. The Crown Prince's n attacked with the lting Bone Palm technique, delivering 18 strikes, that's all."
"What? lting Bone Palm? 18 strikes?!" The steward was shocked.
Suddenly, a mass of eerie blue mist surged forth from Cha-Eun Xiao's body. It expanded rapidly in all directions, threatening to detonate. The walls quivered as this sinister aura perated the room, causing multiple cracks to form.
The mist breached the walls and continued to spread, resembling an exploding bomb.
In the next mont, the steward turned and dashed out, his face contorted with fury. He yelled, "I'll annihilate the Crown Prince's Palace tonight!"
"Wait, wait, wait..." Cha-Eun Xiao was taken aback by the steward's extre reaction and hurriedly grabbed him. "Uncle Song... Please calm down..."
"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN MY ASS!" Song Jue continued shouting as he stomped on the floor. "I've had enough of this wretched Kingdom of Chen! To hell with heaven and hell! If it weren't for that foolish promise made by Brother Ye, why would we endure this wretched place? Damn it! Now my brother has pledged to protect their kingdom for twenty years, and his only son has been struck 18 tis with the lting Bone Palm! Damn Chen Xuan-Tian and anyone related to him..."
Chen Xuan-Tian was the na of the King of the Kingdom of Chen.
Cha-Eun Xiao spoke in a hushed tone, "Uncle Song, please lower your voice... Calm down... Don't let your emotions get the best of you..."
"PLEASE DON'T LET YOUR EMOTIONS GET THE BEST OF YOU!" Song Jue's face contorted in anguish as he stomped his feet, and his hair seed to stand on end. His eyes, bloodshot with rage, conveyed the depth of his frustration. "I accepted the role of steward in this house to keep your worthless hide safe! And now, you stand before , having endured 18 strikes of the dreaded lting Bone Palm! I... I'm worse than a senseless tortoise! I'm... I'm ready to lay waste to every wretched soul in that despicable household! I'll hang every last one of them by their necks! I won't have anyone think I'm a spineless coward!"
Cha-Eun Xiao couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
[He's overflowing with emotion, to say the least!
Talking about hanging an entire clan sounds like sothing a king would decree with a royal edict. Now he wants to hang everyone in the royal clan... That's quite extraordinary.]
"Uncle Song, please, calm down. Just listen to first, alright?" Cha-Eun Xiao firmly grasped Song Jue and gently guided him to sit within a room that appeared more dilapidated than simply old—it was utterly ruined.
The commotion had attracted the attention of the blood guards, who hurried to the scene. A timid voice from outside the door inquired, "Chief, is everything alright? Has sothing happened to the young master?"
Before Song Jue could respond, Cha-Eun Xiao interjected hastily, "No, everything's fine. I'm perfectly alright. All of you should get so rest. I need to have a private conversation with Uncle Song. Heh heh heh heh..."
Despite the room's collapsed walls, Cha-Eun Xiao insisted that everything was in order.
The blood guards remained hesitant, reluctant to leave.
Cha-Eun Xiao took Song Jue's arm and went out to personally reassure them, before escorting Song Jue to his own room.
As they left Cha-Eun Xiao's room, a resounding BOOM echoed behind them, and the entire room crumbled into ruin.
The blast nearly knocked Cha-Eun Xiao off his feet, prompting him to hasten his steps.
Song Jue glanced back, his expression unchanged.
Suddenly, a playful rhy popped into Cha-Eun Xiao's mind, causing him to stifle a laugh. He murmured, "The first ti Uncle Song turns back, his unsightly face topples a building; the second ti Uncle Song turns back, his visage shatters mountains and reverses rivers; the third ti Uncle Song turns back, his countenance plunges the world into darkness, terrifying even spirits; the fourth ti..." (宋大爷一回头,吓倒身后一座楼;宋大爷二回头,山崩地裂水倒流;宋大爷三回头,日月无光鬼神愁;宋大爷四回头...)
Song Jue interrupted angrily, "Enough, three tis will suffice. Those lines are quite amusing. When I return to... Well, I'll consider using it as my chant... Hmm... No, it's not the right ti for that. I need to send a ssage to your father imdiately and urge him to return as soon as possible. Only his return can provide a chance to heal the wounds inflicted by the lting Bone Palm. I hope there's still ti. There must be!"
Cha-Eun Xiao couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly. He found Uncle Song's deanor rather endearing, and this only confird it.
He realized his father possessed formidable abilities. Anyone capable of healing lting Bone Palm wounds must have cultivation skills surpassing even Guan Zheng-Wen.
Once inside Song Jue's room, Cha-Eun Xiao wasted no ti in revealing the truth. "Listen, Uncle Song, there's no need for my father to know. The lting Bone Palm has no effect on . None at all!"
Frowning with concern, Song Jue responded, "Xiao-Er, this isn't sothing to joke about. Do you even understand what the lting Bone Palm entails? It's an incredibly sinister martial art... It employs pure yin energy to harm its victims. Anyone struck by it, unless they're aware of the attack, won't realize the damage until 70 percent of their bones have already lted away. By then, it's too late for a cure. If you don't treat this wound promptly, sothing truly catastrophic could occur... You know what they say about victims becoming piles of minced at? That saying was inspired by the lting Bone Palm."
"I'm aware, Uncle Song. I truly am," Cha-Eun Xiao replied calmly. "But to be honest, today at the Crown Prince's Palace, I considered killing him or simply refusing to negotiate and fleeing. They wouldn't dare harm forcibly... But I discarded both ideas."
"Our influence in the capital is limited; we can't act recklessly," Cha-Eun Xiao added thoughtfully. "So even if I can't bear it and want to stir up trouble, I must do so discreetly. Given our confrontation with royal power, as proud as we are of our clan, our chances of winning are slim."
"There are many loyal n in our household, and they might have lost their lives due to my reckless actions," Cha-Eun Xiao said with a wry smile. "I can't jeopardize all your lives just to vent my anger."
"So, I had to think of an alternative."
Song Jue remained stoic, his face betraying no emotion, though his lips quivered slightly. It was evident that he was grappling with intense emotions, making a concerted effort to regain his composure.
Cha-Eun Xiao broke the silence, his voice calm and asured, "So, when I stumbled upon their nefarious sche, I realized they were truly onto this ti. But they were cautious, attempting to employ sothing 'imperceptible' to end my life. There were only a handful of thods available to achieve such a goal." He lifted six fingers, one by one, signaling each point, "These are the lting Bone Palm, Soft Cloud Fist, Yin Wind Martial Art, Qiong-Hua Ice Mist, Shade Finger Point, and... Fatality Martial Art."
A perplexed expression washed over Song Jue's face, who found himself at a loss for words. Only four of the six martial arts listed were familiar to him.
Song Jue believed that within the Land of Han-Yang, and even in the broader world beyond it, few possessed a more extensive knowledge of martial arts than he did. Yet here was Cha-Eun Xiao, confidently enurating these six martial arts as if they were household knowledge.
"Hmm. Qiong-Hua Ice Mist and Fatality Martial Art... What are they?" Song Jue furrowed his brow. "You've been confined to our residence all this ti. Even if you had rescued an elderly man who imparted so knowledge, he couldn't have taught you more than a few techniques. How do you possess such extensive knowledge of martial arts? You're acquainted with secret martial arts that I myself am unfamiliar with!"
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