Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Chapter 17: Wudang Golden Sword (Part 2)

Yang Qiuyue finally lost control of his emotions and screamed sternly at his injured wife, "Stop talking!"

Sun Cuihua spat up blood, "Who... threw... the chopstick?" As she spoke, she slowly fell limp, her breathing becoming disordered as she closed her eyes. Yang Qiuyue held his wife tightly, his confused gaze wildly flickering to the person striding outside of Yihong Courtyard, "Uncle Huang Qi... why..."

The middle-aged man with a fair face and a slight beard who walked out of Yihong Courtyard must have been handsome when he was young. He was holding a drinking glass in his left hand, and a chopstick in his right. The other one was in Sun Cuihua's chest.

After glancing at Yang Qiuyue, the middle-aged man said, "Oh it's you, my nephew. Please excuse my negligence." He said the words as if he didn't even think twice about shooting Sun Cuihua with a chopstick like he had just stepped on an ant.

Huo Pingchuan didn't expect that the man would kill as soon as they made a move. Due to this, Sun Cuihua had been seriously injured, and Huo Pingchuan regretted that he hadn't had a chance to stop him

At this time, he took three steps forward, cupped his fists, and said, "I am Huo Pingchuan. I am a disciple of Fobi Baishi. Are you the Wudang Sect's Master Huang Qi, who has been missing for many years?"

Huang Qi nodded and answered, "Well, my true family name is Chen and my given name is Xikang. Call me by that name."

Huo Pingchuan cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Excuse me, Senior Chen, but why did you seriously injure this innocent woman? She is not a member of Jianghu, and she does not know any martial arts. As a martial artist, why did you deal such a heavy blow to a helpless woman?"

Huang Qi said calmly, "She dared to lie to my woman in front of me. Don't you think she deserves death?"

Yang Qiuyue was in disbelief, shook his head slowly, and asked sadly, "Uncle Huang Qi, where is the Wudang Golden Sword...?"

Huang Qi looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha, the Wudang Golden Sword? That sword weighs five pounds, and it's an antique. I sold it to the owner of Jiangxi Sword Workshop for thirty thousand taels of silver! Such a good deal!"

Huo Pingchuan frowned. I'm afraid this person has already gone crazy, he thought to himself.

Yang Qiuyue held his wife in his arms, and his blood ran cold. He suddenly thought of the moment when his master learned that he was a gambler and expelled him, and when he stole the Wudang Golden Sword. Could it be that this was retribution for what he had done? Was he being punished for his past actions?

When the guests in the front yard of Yihong Courtyard saw the chopstick in Sun Cuihua's chest, they all screamed and fled to the back door. At this time, even the Head Mistress had fled to safety.

Huang Qi said coldly, "Martial Nephew Yang, Master Zixia of Wudang sent you, didn't he? Clearing up the sect name, right? He also sent someone from Fobi Baihsi, but Brother Zixia was being careful, so he sacrificed a third-rate guy like you to find me. Am I right?"

Huang Qi finished his sentence and pointed the remaining chopstick at Yang Qiuyue, ready to fire it at any moment. Although he had lived in seclusion for many years, his martial arts were still very sharp.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huo Pingchuan shielded Yang Qiuyue, "Senior Chen, please come with me back to Baichuan Court."

Suddenly, Huang Qi's sleeves swayed slightly, and there was a popping sound like gunpowder exploding.

Yang Qiuyue shouted, "It's the Wudang Five Forces! Brother Huo, be careful!"

Huo Pingchuan was naturally aware of the power of the Wudang Five Forces. It was said that this skill had evolved from Tai Chi. In Tai Chi, there was only one level of force that circulated smoothly, while the Wudang Five Forces consisted of five levels of force that rotated in a circular manner similar to Tai Chi. Each force could be used in different directions and strengths, making it difficult for even those with comparable skills to resist.