sbdcsierra Chapter 227 Uncontrolled Compassion
Chapter 227 Uncontrolled Compassion
"How dare you be so disrespectful!"
Do you know who I am?!
Ci'en struggled as she strode forward, glaring at the middle-aged man and demanding an explanation.
The middle-aged man frowned, instinctively adopting a defensive posture, and looked at Ci'en with a serious expression.
Ci'en's voice was deep and resonant, his face was fierce, and his every move revealed profound skill; it was clear at a glance that he was no pushover.
"Before I became a monk, my name was Qiu Qianren!"
Ci'en spoke again with a stern face.
Upon hearing this, the people blocking the road were all stunned, and their expressions changed instantly.
"Why aren't you taking me to see your gang leader right now?!"
Whether what I said is true or not, you'll know when you meet your gang leader!
Qiu Qianren's eyes widened, and he raised his voice to give a command.
Upon seeing this, the people blocking the road exchanged glances and immediately began to lead the way, not daring to delay any longer.
It was only then that Duan Zhengchun discovered that there was actually a hidden mountain road that was passable by carriage, so he drove his carriage and followed behind the group.
Since coming up the mountain, he hadn't uttered a single word, acting as if he were just there to watch a show. To others, he seemed to be just a somewhat drunken coachman.
With his martial arts skills, if he wanted to hide, the few henchmen leading the way wouldn't be able to detect him at all.
After a long while, the carriage finally reached the top of Iron Palm Mountain and stopped in front of a villa.
On the stone tablet at the entrance of the manor, three large red characters were clearly engraved: Iron Palm Gang!
As the carriage slowly came to a stop, dozens of armed gang members suddenly surged out of the manor, glaring menacingly at Master Yideng and Ci'en as they stepped out of the carriage.
Duan Zhengchun leaned lazily against the carriage shaft, pretending to be indifferent as he carried his wine gourd, occasionally tilting his head back to take a few sips.
He wouldn't intervene until the negotiations broke down, and he was certain that the negotiations would break down sooner or later.
Monks sometimes oversimplify things, always assuming that everyone is as desireless and free from all attachments as they are.
Immediately afterwards, two more middle-aged men slowly walked out of the villa, both with solemn expressions on their faces.
When the two men appeared, all the gang members present bowed respectfully, and no one dared to be negligent.
After glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but sneer, confirming that the two must be the new leaders of the Iron Palm Gang.
The two seemed to be quite skilled, but in Duan Zhengchun's eyes, they were like ants that he could crush at any moment!
"Master?!"
Soon, one of the middle-aged men stared wide-eyed in horror at Ci'en, who was in shackles, and blurted out in disbelief.
Although they hadn't seen each other for over a decade, Ci'en was still recognized at a glance.
"You're the current leader of the Iron Palm Clan?!"
Ci'en recognized his disciple whom he hadn't seen for over a decade and asked him a question with a furrowed brow.
"No, not a disciple, it's him."
The man shook his head and pointed to another middle-aged man beside him.
"And who is he?! How could the position of leader of the Iron Palm Clan fall into the hands of an outsider?!"
Ci'en looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man and asked in a deep voice.
"This must be my second uncle, right?"
"My name is Qiu Feng, and my father is Qiu Qianzhang."
Another middle-aged man pursed his lips and revealed a meaningful smile. He casually clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ci'en and introduced himself.
"You're the eldest brother's son?!"
Ci'en was shocked and stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief.
But he soon frowned, because he didn’t remember his elder brother leaving any descendants!
"Second Uncle, you don't need to look at me like that. I'm an illegitimate child. When I was little, everyone called me a bastard!"
"My grandfather molested my mother when he was drunk, which is how I came to be. Later, he taught me martial arts, but he never brought me back to the mountain gate."
“Now that he is dead and my second uncle has become a monk, the position of leader of the Iron Palm Gang should naturally be inherited by me.”
Qiu Feng snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly spoke, his voice seemingly carrying a hint of hostility.
Upon hearing this, Ci'en frowned even more, looked at Qiu Feng with suspicion, and fell silent.
"Amitabha, no matter who you are or where you come from, since the Iron Palm Clan was disbanded back then, you shouldn't be in such a hurry to have your members wreak havoc on the martial arts world again!"
"If you can lay down your butcher's knife and sincerely repent in the future, you may be able to return to the right path."
Master Yideng slowly took two steps forward, offering his earnest advice.
Upon hearing Master Yideng's words, Qiu Feng couldn't help but sneer. He glanced at Master Yideng with disdain and said in a deep voice, "Old bald monk, who do you think you are? When did it become your place to give orders here?!"
Upon hearing this, Ci En's face darkened noticeably, and he said sternly, "Insolence! You are not allowed to disrespect my master! In the name of the former leader of the Iron Palm Clan, I order you to immediately disband the Iron Palm Clan and stop doing evil!"
"If you repent and turn back from your wrongdoing, I can forgive you for committing evil deeds under the guise of the Iron Palm Clan!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Feng couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh wildly several times, saying disdainfully, "I never thought that my once powerful second uncle would now be like this old bald monk, constantly lecturing others!"
"Second Uncle, have you forgotten that you're a member of the Iron Palm Clan? That old bald monk is our common enemy!"
"Do you really intend to submit to him and spend your whole life just chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist mantras?!"
Upon hearing Qiu Feng's words, Ci En, who was already struggling, became even more agitated. Many past memories flooded back, and her murderous intent was rekindled.
"Ci'en, calm yourself immediately! Don't be misled by him!"
Seeing that Ci'en was getting more and more agitated, Master Yideng's expression changed. He hurriedly reminded him loudly, while quickly fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand and chanting incantations.
Ci'en struggled, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his excited hands almost tried to break free of the shackles!
Seeing Ci'en's reaction, Qiu Feng knew his plan had worked. He quickly moved closer to Ci'en and spoke again, "Second Uncle! Are you willing to be controlled by that old bald monk for the rest of your life?!"
"He's not doing this for your own good at all! He just wants to make you his slave, to be at his beck and call!"
Hearing these words, Ci'en became even more confused. She muttered something under her breath and started pacing frantically on the ground.
A cold smile flashed across Qiu Feng's lips as he slowly retreated to his original position, continuing, "Second Uncle, you should open your eyes and see for yourself who your real enemy is—your nephew or that old bald monk!"
Upon hearing this, Ci'en, who had become even more frantic, suddenly turned to look at Master Yideng, who was still chanting incantations. He gritted his teeth, then rushed towards Master Yideng and roared, "You stinking monk! Stop chanting!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ci'en struck out with a palm towards Master Yideng's chest!
But Ci'en seemed completely oblivious, continuing to rapidly twirl her prayer beads and mutter incessantly, still clinging to a sliver of hope that Ci'en was on the verge of exploding.
Duan Zhengchun, who was originally sitting on the carriage shaft watching the play, couldn't help but frown, because he realized that Master Yideng had no intention of dodging at all!
With a loud bang, Ci'en struck Master Yideng in the chest with a palm strike! Immediately afterwards, Master Yideng spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back several steps, and his face instantly turned pale!
Ci'en's skill level is so high that even in today's martial arts world, he would be considered one of the top ten masters!
That powerful palm strike had already severely injured Master Yideng!
"You've lied to me for so long, today I'll kill you, you filthy monk!"
Ci'en roared and used all his strength to break free of the shackles on his hands and feet. He then rushed towards Master Yideng and attacked once again!
Just as Master Yideng was about to die under Ci'en's palm, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of Master Yideng like lightning, and met Ci'en's palm with a palm!
With a loud bang, Ci'en groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground!
Duan Zhengchun has finally made his move!
Qiu Feng and the rest of the Iron Palm Gang widened their eyes in disbelief as they looked at Duan Zhengchun. They never expected that the drunkard they had always ignored would have such skills!
"Master, you should let go."
"You can't make a man-eating beast become a vegetarian. Some things can only be dealt with by swift and decisive measures!"
Duan Zhengchun coldly stared at Ci'en, who was lying on the ground spitting blood, and said indifferently...