Chương 228: Three First-Rate Martial Arts

In his mind, Tian Heng still harbored the illusion of bluffing his way out and returning for revenge another day. Naturally, Best Actor Song didn't mind playing along with his little act. Feigning the naive appearance of one ignorant to the ways of the world to put the fellow at ease, Old Demon Song finally cut to the chase:"Earlier, seeing your movement techniques, I found your martial arts to be incredibly miraculous.

I have yearned for high-level martial arts for a long time, but suffered from having no path to obtain them. Since we are here, I wonder if Brother Tian might be able to teach them to me?"

"You..." Hearing this guy open his mouth like a lion demanding an exorbitant price, Tian Heng almost couldn't hold back his curses. But remembering that he was a cultured person—how could he possibly spew profanities? —he suppressed his anger and said:"Brother Song, there is something you don't know. These martial arts are all family heirlooms. If my father finds out I taught them to an outsider, he will definitely beat me to death, and even you wouldn't escape the blame when the time comes.

Therefore, you had better change your request."

"Right now, I lack nothing except martial arts. As long as neither of us speaks of this, who would know? I only have this one request; I hope Brother Tian can make it happen."

"That is impossible." Tian Heng bit down hard, refusing to yield, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

"It seems Brother Tian isn't being sincere then." Grandee Song's gaze gradually turned unfriendly. Seeing his dangerous demeanor, Old Tian's heart trembled violently. These reckless youths did things without any rhyme or reason; it was better to be careful.

"Song... Brother Song, what are you planning to do? If you harm me, not only you, but your family and everyone in the Moon-Lacking Pavilion will suffer a terrible disaster. My father only has me as his son; he will definitely avenge me!"

"Heh heh heh..." Old Demon Song let out a spine-chilling laugh.

"Naturally, I wouldn't dare to offend an 8th Grade expert, but in my hands, I happen to have something that will make people obediently listen." Saying this, Song Que pulled a pitch-black pill from his robes. He held it up in front of Tian Heng, letting him get a good look before speaking with satisfaction:"This is the Three-Corpse Brain-God Pill, concocted by a poison grandmaster in our gang. It was refined from nearly ten different chronic poisons just to produce a single pill like this.

Heh heh heh, if the person who takes it doesn't consume the antidote regularly, they will suffer endless torment and die within seven days. That tragic state... tsk tsk... it's better left unsaid."

"Brother Tian, be a good boy, open your mouth and have a taste." Pinching Tian Heng's mouth open, Grandee Song shoved the "pill"—which was actually rolled from the fertilized mud of his Jade Sun Rice—down his throat, then nodded happily:"Without the antidote from my hands, no one in this world can save you. Brother Tian, do you understand?" The stench was absolutely revolting! As soon as he swallowed the pill, Tian Heng started dry heaving continuously, taking quite a while to catch his breath.

At this moment, his hatred for Grandee Song pierced straight to the bone. Fortunately, these country bumpkins didn't know that the miraculous true qi of a First-Rate martial artist could be used to expel poison. Furthermore, once he wiped out this dog in the future, it wouldn't be impossible to personally torture the gang members to find the antidote. Thinking of this, Tian Heng's complexion improved.

Lowering his head to hide the viciousness in his eyes, he looked up a moment later, trembling in fear as he nodded his head:"I understand, I understand. This lowly one absolutely wouldn't dare to disobey. I beg Master to give me a way out."

"Hahaha, very good. A wise man submits to circumstances; Little Tian, you are very sensible." Looking at the incredibly smug and insufferably arrogant appearance of the person in front of him, Tian Heng truly wanted to skin him alive and pull out his tendons. He hurriedly bowed his head to conceal the killing intent in his eyes. Grandee Song paid no mind to the changing expressions on his face.

Having laughed enough, he gestured with his chin and commanded:"Alright, now hurry up and recite your family's martial arts. This matter cannot be leaked to your father in the slightest, understand?"

"Understood, understood. This lowly one understands clearly." Heh heh heh. Song Que took out a pen and paper and began to write....... A short while later, If you come across this story on Amazon, it's taken without permission from the author. Report it.

"Insolent! You still dare to hide things? Let this Young Master teach you some manners."

"No, Master, I truly haven't hidden anything."

"Ahhhhh....." Faced with Grandee Song's acupuncture needle torture, how could Tian Heng, who was used to living in comfort, endure such hardship? He immediately started rewriting.......

"Incorrect, you're lying. It seems you still haven't repented."

"No, no... Master, it's really the truth this time."

"Ahhhhhh...." With electric currents stimulating his nerves, the torment was magnified countless times, and Tian Heng submitted once again....... After who knew how long, and after Old Tian had lost count of how many needles had pierced his acupoints, Grandee Song finally let go in satisfaction. He picked up the pages of recorded martial arts and carefully admired them. First-Rate inner qi method: Profound Dark Art. First-Rate movement technique: Flying Swallow Steps.

First-Rate palm technique: Dragon-Subduing Palm. Holy mother of...! A massive harvest! As expected of someone with a deep family background—if he used martial arts, he only used the best. There were no Second or Third-Rate goods on his person. Grandee Song grinned from ear to ear, growing fonder and fonder of this Brother Tian. As for whether the manuals were fake? Song Que could be 99. 99% certain they were authentic. After multiple interrogations, he had gained a profound understanding of this scholarly art.

Relying on his powerful spiritual force, Song Que could clearly sense any fluctuation in the mind of the person opposite him. Therefore, the few times Tian Heng had tried to use lies to brush him off, he had been instantly exposed. Perhaps believing this guy wouldn't dare kill him—that putting in so much effort was ultimately just to control him—and figuring that handing over family martial arts to a dead man walking wouldn't matter anyway...

With this mental loophole, Tian Heng finally accepted his fate, honestly spilling out every martial art he knew. After cross-referencing a few times, Grandee Song officially confirmed they were genuine goods. Having three powerful First-Rate martial arts suddenly drop right into his lap left Grandee Song feeling like he was walking on air. So, he very generously granted that Brother Tian a "happy ending." The organization will not forget your contributions, have a good trip....... Moon-Lacking Pavilion.

Having visited Li Xin again that morning and seeing that the rascal had woken up and could laugh and joke carelessly, Grandee Song felt at ease. Instructing him to rest peacefully at home, Song Que returned to the Pavilion to relax. Last night's bountiful harvest still had him thrilled even now. Missing a night of sleep didn't bother him in the slightest. Feeling utterly comfortable, he lay in the courtyard, sipping tea and watching the clouds.

"Young Master, try the rose cake this servant made." Yang Zi, sitting beside him, was exceedingly attentive, carefully lifting a piece of cake to his mouth. Grandee Song lazily opened his mouth and took a bite. Not bad at all. The outer crust was crisp, the middle layer was soft and smooth with mung bean and sugar, and the final layer overflowed with the fragrance of roses. Eating it left a lingering sweet, pure, and fresh aftertaste.

"Delicious! A'Zi is quite skilled."

"Hehehe." Praised, the little girl immediately smiled, her eyes curving into adorable little crescents.

"Young Master, this is the only thing my younger sister knows how to make. It's because she particularly loves the scent of roses that she constantly pestered our mother to teach her this pastry." Yang Mi ruthlessly exposed the truth, causing the little girl's face to instantly drop. She pouted in dissatisfaction and retorted:"Am not! I just haven't had time to learn the other dishes yet. If Mother were still..." Mid-sentence, both little girls fell silent.

Sensing the heavy atmosphere, Song Que hurriedly changed the subject:"So A'Zi really likes roses? How about this: when we get back, I'll specially make you some rose-scented soap?"

"Really, Young Master?" As expected, hearing this, the little girl's eyes lit up.

"What's so difficult about that? It's a small matter. Just wait till we get home, this Young Master will handle it for you."

"Young Master, Big Sister's favorite is violet. Could you perhaps make a soap for her too?" Yang Zi didn't forget to plead on behalf of her sister. For Grandee Song, this was no trouble at all. He comfortably nodded and smiled:"Alright, everyone gets one, don't worry."

"Yeahhh! Young Master is the best!" The two little girls cheered and jumped for joy in unison.

"Heh heh heh, you little girls have good eyes. You haven't even tried it yet, and you already know this Young Master is the best." Grandee Tokuda Song smiled lecherously. Though the two sisters were young, they weren't completely clueless. They immediately spat at him playfully, and their hands, which had been massaging his shoulders, couldn't resist lightly pummeling him a few times, making Song Que burst into hearty laughter.

Ever since taking in these two girls, teasing them when he had nothing else to do and watching their faces flush with embarrassment had become one of Grandee Song's greatest joys; he never grew tired of it..... After messing around with Yang Mi and Yang Zi for a while, Song Que turned to Xiong Ba and called out:"Xiong Ba, go call Nie Feng here for me."

"Understood, Young Master!" The blockhead Xiong, who was diligently practicing his fist arts in the yard, immediately ran out to fetch him. Before long, he returned with Nie Feng in tow.

"Young Master, you were looking for me?"

"Old Nie, sit!" After Nie Feng sat down and Yang Mi poured him a cup of tea, Song Que asked:"Has there been any gossip in the city regarding last night's events?"

"Young Master, it's exactly as you predicted. Out of nowhere, numerous rumors have sprung up in the city. The general gist of all of them is that you personally eliminated Tian Heng last night. Following your instructions, our Moon-Lacking Pavilion has issued numerous statements of denial, though the effectiveness of these remains to be seen." Nie Feng answered, looking at his Young Master with admiration.

"Heh heh, I'd bet there are quite a few people who want to hunt down Tian Heng right now and decided to dump this pot of shit on my head." Grandee Song could guess what those people outside were plotting using only his toes. Unfortunately for them, they wouldn't get their wish. Paying no mind to those petty clowns, Song Que continued:"Are there any other rumors?"

"No, Young Master. It's just that after the commoners of Qinghe heard the news, many felt deeply indebted to you. Early this morning, they brought fresh vegetables and food to the Headquarters, wanting to personally gift them to express their gratitude, but the brothers outside stopped them."

"Haha, what lovely fellow townsmen!" Grandee Song accepted the praise with a clear conscience. After all, last night he had indeed eliminated a scourge for the people.

"Did anything else happen?"

"Lords Xu and Wu also requested an audience. But I used your injury as an excuse to decline them." Nie Feng shook his head and replied.

"Mhm, you did well. This afternoon, once this matter ferments a bit more, I will personally go find them. Old Nie, keep a close eye on this situation for me."

"Understood, Young Master!"

"Also," Song Que added in passing.

"Purchase some top-grade dried Violets and Roses; I have use for them. As for that courtyard that got destroyed last night, find out who the owner is and make sure they are fully compensated."

"Understood, Young Master!" Seeing that his Young Master had no further instructions, Nie Feng cupped his fists in salute and quickly took his leave. Left alone in the courtyard, Grandee Song continued to relax without a care in the world.