Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 196

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Yang Silang hurriedly helped Fu Dongjia up.

"Brother Fu, tell me what happened slowly. I will do my best to help you if I can."

To be honest, he and Fu Dongjia and Fu Hongying didn't have that much of a relationship.

However, given the favor of passing on his skills to Old Master Fu Liunian, he couldn't simply ignore it. Of course, if he couldn't do it, he wouldn't force him.

Yesterday, Fu Hongying seemed to have something to discuss with him.

Because she saw two naked eggs and a naked donkey, she laughed unrestrainedly. Yang Silang made a sarcastic remark about her niece and she ran away, and then the trouble started.

Although there may not necessarily be a cause and effect.

But if someone comes to us for help, we should still take action.

Fu Liunian said that her great-granddaughter was a bit reckless and prone to causing trouble, which shows that she was very accurate in judging her own flesh and blood.

Seeing that Yang Silang had agreed, Fu Dongjia breathed a sigh of relief and then briefly explained.

It turns out that martial arts experts from various places have been arriving recently, making the market much more lively. With many more young martial artists, fights and challenges between martial arts schools have also emerged one after another.

Fu Hongying has a group of female martial arts practitioners who form a small association called Wuyinghui. It's a small circle, and she contributes money and effort, so she's considered the eldest sister.

I don't know whose idea it was, but we decided to spar with the martial arts champion and meet the heroes of the world.

It should be noted that although the Great Shun Kingdom did not prohibit women from practicing martial arts, the martial arts examinations were not open to women.

Throughout its centuries-long history, the country has produced several female generals with exceptional martial arts skills, but none of them were selected through the proper military examination system.

The women of the Martial Arts Association believed that their martial arts skills were no less than those of the men, but it was a great pity that they could not participate in the martial arts examination.

Since I can't get into the exam hall, defeating the men outside is a way of proving my strength.

Yang Silang shook his head secretly upon hearing this.

How should I put it, this idea is a bit of a brain fart.

Before the martial arts examination, unless they were close friends, fellow candidates rarely sparred with each other. This was because swords and spears were indiscriminate and could easily injure people, and secondly, defeat could easily damage morale.

How can you take an exam if you lack confidence?

Moreover, if the reputation of defeat were to spread, wouldn't that damage one's prestige?

Of course, among so many candidates, some are naturally prone to getting worked up, some are easily angered, and some are very concerned about saving face, so conflicts are common.

Fu Hongying and her group of women went to challenge the martial arts master; it was more like a challenge than a formal one.

If the candidates won, people might say they won unfairly; if they lost, they would be ridiculed for not being able to beat a woman, so they should just ignore it.

However, judging from Mr. Fu's expression, he must have bitten off more than he could chew.

really.

"That's what Mr. Fu said."

Yesterday, Fu Hongying and her group visited dozens of martial arts candidates. The candidates found the request absurd. Some avoided meeting them, some had bad tempers and even cursed, and some scolded a group of women for practicing martial arts.

They couldn't possibly barge into someone's room and force them to compete, so they were filled with resentment.

Just when I was in a hurry.

Among the attendees was a woman named Bai Cha. She had heard that there was a martial arts candidate in Jiangnan Province named Liu Jinghong, nicknamed "Eight-Faced Jinghong," who was skilled in the Eight-Faced Fist and the Jinghong Sword. He was also very handsome and humble.

He had previously gone to the capital to take the military examination, but unfortunately failed; this time, three years later, he came to the capital again to take the exam.

Perhaps we could try contacting him.

So the women went to the inn where Liu Jinghong was staying to issue a challenge.

Liu Jinghong did not refuse, but said that a series of battles would be disadvantageous for him, and it would be better for the strongest among the women to fight him.

But as a candidate for the imperial examination, he was risking his reputation, so he also made a request.

That means if the woman loses, she will have to be his slave for a month and be at his beck and call.

Upon hearing this, the women immediately hesitated and looked at Fu Hongying, because Fu Hongying was the strongest among them, having broken through to the Steel-Dirty Realm and was skilled in using a long spear.

Fu Hongying herself was also somewhat hesitant, after all, being a servant was too unpleasant to talk about and too degrading.

A servant is someone who is at the beck and call of their master. Not only does she have to do laundry, cook, and do chores, but some sordid servants may even make her warm their bed, which damages their reputation.

Bai Cha said that everyone had worked hard all day, and if they backed down now, wouldn't they have suffered all that trouble for nothing?

If we dare not gamble now, there's no need for the Martial Arts Gathering to exist anymore.

It's just a gamble, sisters, we're confident we can handle Hongying.

He was a failed candidate in the imperial examinations; how capable could he possibly be?

Fu Hongying was forced to go up there. She was thin-skinned and always considered herself the boss, so she gritted her teeth and agreed.

Liu Jinghong simply wrote a contract, clearly stating that if he lost, he would not participate in this martial arts examination and would have to fight again in three years; if Fu Hongying lost, she would have to serve as his slave for a month.

Fu Hongying signed the contract and pressed her fingerprint. As a result, she fought with Liu Jinghong, who turned out to be a grandmaster. In just over ten moves, Liu Jinghong easily knocked down Fu Hongying's spear and captured her.

His dantian and dantian were immediately sealed, and he was detained in the inn.

The women of Wuying Society were so frightened that they left the inn and hurriedly went to find Master Fu.

Master Fu rushed over again to see Liu Jinghong. He said a lot of nice things, saying that his daughter was ignorant and he was willing to pay money to redeem her.

If she were to serve as a servant for a month, and her Qi Sea were sealed, rendering her powerless and no different from an ordinary woman, who could say what might happen in between? Would her daughter still be able to get married in the future?

As a result, Liu Jinghong retorted with a few firm words.

"The saying goes, 'You have to accept the consequences of your bet.' The contract has been signed, so we're not afraid of even if it goes to the authorities."

"I'm betting my future on three years of exams; this is no joke!"

"Want to ransom them? Then give me half of your Fu Family Inn's shares!"

"Or, you can find a martial arts graduate to defeat me cleanly and decisively, and I'll release him!"

Yang Silang nodded and asked.

"Brother Fu, what do you think?"

"I have a feeling something's fishy about this."

Fu Dongjia slapped his thigh, filled with regret.

"I'm afraid my daughter has been set up!"

"What a coincidence that it happened to Grandmaster Liu Jinghong?"

"Using a feint to catch a tiger, a strategic retreat to advance—the women came looking for me, but why hasn't Bai Cha shown up since?"

"They're probably after my family business."

"Don't laugh at me, Brother Yang, but quite a few scholars are staying at my inn. I asked around, and when they heard it was Liu Jinghong, they all shook their heads."

"This guy is tough. He offended a powerful figure in the last exam and was deliberately eliminated. But that powerful figure has already fallen from power. He's a shoo-in for this one."

"I was good-looking and had better martial arts skills. I offered ten thousand taels of silver to find a master scholar, but he was unwilling to stand up for me."

"We can only turn to Brother Yang for help."

Yang Silang practiced the Breath Concealing Technique himself, and his blood and qi were like those of an ordinary steel-dreg martial arts master. He found this very strange. Could it be that Fu Liunian wrote a letter to his grandson explaining the situation?

"What do you need me to do?"

Mr. Fu rubbed his hands together.

"Brother Yang, you must be familiar with the scholars of Jiangdong Province. Do you have any masters you could recommend?"

"I'm willing to pay a high price."

Yang Silang closed his eyes and thought for a while, then smiled.

"That's easy, just take me to him."

"I'm good at persuading people with reason; maybe he'll tear up the contract and release your daughter..."

Upon hearing this, Fu Dongjia rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Sigh, Brother Yang, how can you be so old-fashioned..."

He turned and ran out hastily, intending to seek help from others. Time was of the essence, and he couldn't let his daughter spend the night in Liu Jinghong's room; that would only make things more complicated.

Yang Silang called out to Da Niu and Da Qing and they left. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and stroked the tops of his own and Wang Da Niu's heads, unleashing his true energy to shave off all the newly grown stubble before going out.

So the two bald men rode a bare donkey out of the yard.

The head steward had run away, but the manager couldn't. He pulled him aside and asked a few questions, and the manager found out where Liu Jinghong was staying.

Two people and a donkey traveled through the bustling streets of Beijing.

Half an hour later, we arrived at the entrance of a Yuelai Inn.

This inn is also quite large, comparable to the Fu Family Inn.

At this moment, several women dressed in short clothes, with swords and spears on their belts and carrying guns and clubs were gathered at the entrance of the inn. They all looked anxious and whispered among themselves. Among them, a plump woman stamped her feet and shed tears.

"It's all my fault. I thought Sister Hongying would win."

Yang Silang rode up on the donkey and coughed.

"Are you all from the Martial Arts Association?"

"Lead the way, I'm going to meet Liu Jinghong."

The women were startled, and the plump woman looked up with a face full of confusion.

"Who are you……"

Then her expression changed and she became very impatient.

"Monk, go away! This is none of your business. I'm already annoyed, so don't cause trouble!"

Yang Silang's expression turned cold.

"Who is the monk?"

"We are legitimate martial arts candidates this year, here in the capital for the imperial examination."

"Master Fu begged me to rescue his daughter, how could I not come?"

The other women were all martial artists. Seeing that his qi and blood were not particularly strong, they all shook their heads and said that he was no good and would lose even if he went in.

The plump woman rolled her eyes and said...

"Alright then, since it was Master Fu who brought them here, they must have some extraordinary abilities."

"Hurry up and go in... don't keep Hongying waiting."

So a group of women surrounded Yang Silang, and Wang Daniu led the donkey into the inn.

On the way, Yang Silang casually inquired a few things and learned that the plump woman was Bai Cha. She had said that she had disappeared for a while because of family matters, but now that things were over, she had rushed back.

The group turned left and right until they arrived at the entrance of a small courtyard.

Several scholars were drinking in the courtyard. One of them, with striking features, dressed in white, was very handsome and elegant. The others around him complimented him.

"Brother Jinghong, that villain has fallen, and no one can stop you now. You have a good chance of being among the top three..."

"Indeed, Brother Jinghong is a man of few words, but when he speaks, he amazes everyone. After all these years, he has actually broken through to the Grandmaster realm."

Liu Jinghong shook her head modestly.

"You flatter me too much. The top three scholars are something others can only dream of; I wouldn't even dare to dream of it."

"If I could manage to become a second-class Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examination), and if I were lucky enough to get the top spot in the second class, I would be so happy I could laugh in my sleep."

Several people said that Brother Liu was too modest.

Someone coughed at the maid next to them.

"How can you be so insensitive? Pour the wine..."

Beside the stone table.

Fu Hongying stood awkwardly, her face full of grief and indignation, holding a wine pot in her hand. It turned out that Liu Jinghong had ordered her to pour wine for everyone.

Yang Silang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fu Hongying standing neatly dressed in the courtyard. It was better than staying in Liu Jinghong's room. With so many people watching, he could remain innocent and undignified. Losing some face was nothing.

Liu Jinghong and the others watched as a group of women escorted two bald men and a bald donkey into the room, pretending not to see them.

In fact, curious eyes had already circled Yang Silang's head several times. It was not surprising that his hair was bald, but why were his eyebrows and facial hair also bald?

"Young Master Liu..." Bai Cha immediately knelt down and bowed upon entering the courtyard, speaking softly.

"The helper that Master Fu hired has arrived..."

Only then did Liu Jinghong and the others turn their attention to him and discover that his qi and blood were only at the Steel-Dirty Realm, so they deliberately coughed.

"Brother, saving someone requires signing a life-or-death contract, are you aware of that?"

"How much silver can compare to one's own life?"

"Is Master Fu unable to find anyone else, so he's asking you to fill in temporarily?"

"I won't hold back when I strike."