Chapter 12: The Name Jiang Qin
Chapter 12: The Name Jiang Qin
A martial arts manual?
This kid really doesn’t know martial arts.
No wonder his earlier moves were just street-fighting brawling techniques.
But then, how did that blade end up at his head?
Jiang Biehe’s mind raced. Even straining his thoughts, he couldn’t fathom that someone had shot a hidden weapon from between their eyebrows.
But Jiang Biehe had no chance to demand explanations from Li Chaofeng. He forced a smile instead.
“Ah, my martial arts are family techniques, but if they’ve caught Brother Li’s eye, I’m honored. I’ll share everything—though teaching takes time. This…”
Hearing Jiang Biehe’s words, Li Chaofeng frowned but simply warned, “I want the manual, not a teacher. Don’t flatter yourself.”
Jiang Biehe’s smile deepened as he waved his hands. “How dare I presume! But my family’s techniques require personal instruction to grasp their essence. Even if I wrote them down now, Brother Li might find them… lacking.”
“Stop!” Li Chaofeng snapped, throwing his hands up. “This is so tedious.”
His expression darkening, Li Chaofeng stared at Jiang Biehe’s grinning face, his voice sharp and deliberate.
“I want the manual that turned a servant boy into a martial world grandmaster in years. I’ve always wondered—was it Yan Nantian’s Bridal Robe Divine Art, the Divine Sword Formula? Or did Jade Lord Jiang Feng hide another treasure you stole before his death?”
At the mention of Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng, Jiang Biehe froze. Then came Li Chaofeng’s icy final blow:
“Now… you know what to write, right? Jiang Qin, the servant who betrayed his master!”
The name “Jiang Qin” rang out. Jiang Biehe, the man himself, paled in terror.
Even Hu Tiehua, eavesdropping at the cave entrance, stumbled in shock, snapping a dry branch underfoot—a sharp crack echoing in the night.
Li Chaofeng didn’t flinch. Rubbing his forehead in exasperation, he called out, “A stinky beggar who can’t even eavesdrop quietly—no wonder you’re broke!”
“Hah!” Hu Tiehua laughed, stepping into the cave unashamed. He saw Jiang Biehe’s back, the man crouched beside a tiger corpse, hands shielding his head—while a blue-black blade protruded from behind it.
Fast knife, both men thought.
He’s dead.
But this time, Jiang Biehe had struck first, Li Chaofeng counterattacking.
Hu Tiehua, ever the meddler, saw no reason to interfere in self-defense. Yet the scene intrigued him.
“Curious how you found me,” Hu Tiehua said. “But how’d you know it was me outside?”
Li Chaofeng wrinkled his nose at Hu Tiehua’s stench but replied, “Guess right, and you can keep this guy’s money. Save you from crashing banquets.”
“Really?” Hu Tiehua rubbed his nose, pondering.
Left to his thoughts, he faltered.
He must’ve heard the branch snap… or maybe Li noticed him earlier?
“If you guessed it was me, you’d know I’ve been trailing you since the city gate,” Hu Tiehua ventured.
Li Chaofeng rolled his eyes. “Wrong. You followed after I left the city. No way you’d catch me unless…”
“Unless you knew me already!” Hu Tiehua interrupted. “You’re tricking me!”
Li Chaofeng sighed. “Nope. Clue: I knew both of you were behind me. And I knew he entered first.”
Hu Tiehua crossed his arms. Lightness techniques differ… but who?
“Little Gourmet God recognized my steps?” he muttered. “But Jiang’s no athlete. Unless…”
“Because,” Li Chaofeng cut in, “no one in the world stinks as much as you.”
Hu Tiehua sniffed his sleeve. “That’s manly musk, kid!”
“Right,” Li Chaofeng grimaced. “And you were the one who spilled duck sauce on yourself at the banquet. Jiang’s ‘armpit musk’ was my doing.”
Hu Tiehua blinked. “You engineered that smell?”
Li Chaofeng’s smirk returned. “Special blend. He can’t sneak up on me now.”
The truth settled: Li Chaofeng, weaponless and qi-less, had baited Jiang Biehe into attacking first. Predictable as a beast toying with prey—until the hunter became the hunted.
Jiang Biehe’s pride had been easy to provoke. Now, their feud was terminal.
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