Chapter 117 Honglian: Ah! It hurts!

"The water in Xinzheng is a bit deep and hard to grasp. Is it too late for me to withdraw now?" Han Fei smiled bitterly. Ji Wuye alone was enough to give him a headache. If there was another mastermind behind the scenes, and he had included both him and Ji Wuye in his plan, then the trouble would be even greater.

"In Ji Wuye's eyes, you are the mastermind behind the embezzlement of 50,000 taels of gold. Do you think he will let you go in the future?" Wei Zhuang sneered. Han Fei wants to quit now? It's too late!

"It shouldn't be. This pot is really big and black." Han Fei shook his head helplessly, but he did not look discouraged. Instead, he had a fighting spirit. It was not his style to retreat when faced with difficulties. He, Han Fei, wanted to control ninety-nine percent of the people in the world.

"However, are you familiar with Yang Chong?" Han Fei put Ji Wuye's matter aside and asked about Yang Chong again because of his sister Honglian.

"Yang Chong, do you suspect Yang Chong?" Before Wei Zhuang could speak, Zi Nu already showed a look of surprise.

"No, why would I doubt him? I'm asking you if you know this person? To be honest, I found that my sister Honglian is very close to him now. You also know that as a brother, I always have to care about my sister and not let her be deceived by a man." Han Fei explained.

"Yang Chong and Princess Honglian are very close?" Zi Nu was stunned. Did Yang Chong change his target so quickly? And he already had someone at home. It was reasonable for him to pursue her when there was someone at home. But as for being involved with Princess Honglian, did he think that Han Wangan's knife could not cut anyone?
"Yes, I was sure that the way Honglian looked at Yang Chong was correct. Alas, my sister has grown up after all. How much do you know about Yang Chong?" Han Fei asked the two.

"You should ask this woman. She knows more about Yang Chong." Wei Zhuang said nonchalantly. He didn't know what Han Fei's words meant to him.

"Miss Zi Nu is familiar with Yang Chong?" Han Fei looked at Zi Nu in surprise, but it seemed normal after thinking about it. After all, Zi Nu's business was to welcome and see off guests.

"Wei Zhuang is more familiar with him and has known him for several years." Zi Nu turned her attention to Wei Zhuang.

"So both of you are very familiar with Yang Chong. Why didn't you tell me before?" Han Fei asked puzzled.

"Because some stupid woman is afraid." Wei Zhuang said with a calm expression, but there was no less sarcasm in his expression.

"Miss Zi Nu?" Han Fei looked at Zi Nu. There seemed to be a lot of inside stories here!
When Zi Nu saw Wei Zhuang exposing her shortcomings, her face became embarrassed, but Wei Zhuang underestimated her. He forgot that women are always petty, so Zi Nu directly said, "It seems that it is because of a certain incompetent man that I feel a little weak in front of him."

"So, what do you mean?" Han Fei's eyes moved back and forth between Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu's faces, his head was full of confusion.

"Let Wei Zhuang speak first. They met several years ago and even fought against each other." Zi Nu took the initiative.

"Brother Wei Zhuang." Han Fei looked at Wei Zhuang.

"I did meet him three years ago. He was still very weak then," said Wei Zhuang.

"If he was very weak then, does that mean he is very strong now?" Han Fei keenly grasped the other meaning in Wei Zhuang's words.

"Very strong."

"How strong?" Han Fei asked.

"Above me." Wei Zhuang recalled the scene where Yang Chong killed the Mohist master. He asked himself, if he were in the position of the Mohist master, he would not be able to withstand Yang Chong's last move.

“He is even better than Brother Wei Zhuang? I think he is still quite young?” Han Fei said in disbelief. Although he only regarded martial arts as a means to strengthen his body and never invested too much energy in practicing it, he still had some knowledge about martial arts. He knew how strong Wei Zhuang's martial arts was. But now Wei Zhuang said that Yang Chong's martial arts was better than his. He knew how proud Wei Zhuang was. Wei Zhuang's words were definitely not out of modesty, but could only be based on facts.

"This news seems very interesting." Han Fei raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he saw Wei Zhuang admit that he was weak.

"I'm afraid you won't find it interesting when you hear what I say next." Wei Zhuang sneered, very dissatisfied with Han Fei's gloating.

"What is it?" Han Fei was intrigued.

"He is from Night." Wei Zhuang said.

"This is really not good news." Han Fei smiled bitterly. There are not many masters in Xinzheng who can at least compare with Wei Zhuang, and these few people are all on Ji Wuye's side.

“But he may not be really loyal to Ji Wuye. He may have other intentions in joining Ji Wuye’s sect,” Wei Zhuang analyzed.

"Does he have another identity?" Han Fei became more and more curious.

"He is the descendant of the six tribes of Emperor Yan, the descendant of the Qi State of the Lu family, and the mortal enemy of the Nong family. Are these identities interesting?" Wei Zhuang revealed Yang Chong's background.

"So many identities? Even more exciting than my identity as a disciple of the Confucian master, the ninth son of the Kingdom of Korea, a frequent visitor to Zilanxuan, and a good friend of Wei Zhuang." Han Fei said jokingly, but his expression was more solemn. "Maybe I should add the identity of Zi Nu's pursuer." Wei Zhuang looked at Zi Nu. This hateful woman had been laughing for a long time. She must be making fun of him. Is it funny that he can't beat Yang Chong?
"Is there such a story between Miss Zi Nu and Yang Chong?" Han Fei looked at Zi Nu in shock, he didn't know!

"Isn't it normal for a woman like me to have one or two suitors?" Zi Nu calmed her mind. Now she could treat Yang Chong normally.

"It's normal." Han Fei thought.

"There is an extremely beautiful woman by his side, so his pursuit of me can be regarded as a joke. He may just be doing it for fun." Zi Nu said indifferently. Now the problem fell on Han Fei, and it was Han Fei who had to worry about his sister.

But, which of his words was true? Why was he entangled with Princess Honglian again in the blink of an eye? However, maybe this is normal. A person like him sees the value of Princess Honglian, right?

"Can I understand that he has other intentions towards Honglian?" Han Fei asked.

"Why can't he just be lustful?" Wei Zhuang asked back.

"No matter what the reason is, I must keep Honglian away from him." Han Fei pondered. No matter what kind of person Yang Chong is, danger is a sign on him, so he must keep Honglian away from Yang Chong. After all, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Is Yang Chong lustful? Yang Chong doesn't think so. He thinks the one who is really lustful is Han Wangan.

In the harem of the Han Wang Palace, Yang Chong, who was brought back to the palace by Honglian, saw many beauties along the way. Han Wangan would enjoy it. Yang Chong had already experienced the beauty Hu. I wonder what kind of charm that Chao Nv Yao would have? But, could Han Wangan handle it?
Yang Chong shook his head, feeling the envy that every man would have for Han Wangan.

"I'm ready. What martial arts are you going to teach me?" Honglian, wearing a short dress, walked out of the bedroom, eager to try.

"Let me think about it." Yang Chong looked at Honglian in front of him. It's no wonder that Honglian, wearing short clothes, showed off her wealth as a princess. Her taut chest didn't show that she was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Especially on Honglian's body, he could also see a special color, pink.

The current Honglian is not yet Chilian, and her whole body exudes a pink and tender color, from inside to outside.

"Still need to think? You must teach me the strongest martial arts." Honglian ordered. As a Korean princess, the martial arts she practiced could only be the strongest martial arts.

"Who gave you the confidence and the most powerful martial arts?" Yang Chong looked at Honglian with disdain. This little red flower was too naive. She had never been beaten. She really thought that everyone would give face to Han Wangan.

"I want to learn." Honglian seemed to use the same method that she used on Han Wangan on Yang Chong.

"Just learn this." Yang Chong flexed his fingers into claws and pressed them on the stone table in front of him.

"Is this considered martial arts? Are you kidding me?" Honglian came closer. Where's the explosion? Aren't powerful martial arts indestructible?
"You're lucky enough that you can practice it well." Yang Chong raised his palm, and five more holes appeared on the stone table. With Yang Chong's current skill, it would be effortless for him to pierce the stone table with the power of the Nine Yin Divine Claw.

"They were pierced? You used your fingers?" Honglian's eyes lit up and she looked at Yang Chong's palm with burning eyes. It was obviously just an ordinary palm, just a little bigger and the fingers a little longer than her palm, how could it be so powerful.

"Do you want to learn?" Yang Chong asked back.

"Learn, study, study." Honglian nodded repeatedly, being extremely well-behaved.

"Give me your hand." Yang Chong said.

"Here." Honglian stretched out her palm, which looked chubby, white, tender and soft.

Yang Chong grabbed Honglian's palm and squeezed it. A wisp of true energy merged into Honglian's palm, then flowed along the meridians between her palms, then spread to her arms, body, and finally gathered in her dantian, merging with her already existing but still weak true energy.

"Have you remembered how to circulate that strand of true Qi?" Yang Chong released Honglian's hand. This was the advantage of having a teacher. He didn't have to figure it out on his own.

"Remember." Honglian nodded. She knew some martial arts. Born into a royal family, the martial arts she practiced were not the best, but definitely not bad. So she had a basic understanding of martial arts, and she could understand Yang Chong's actions just now.

"Try it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Honglian held her breath and began to mobilize the true energy in her body to gather towards her arms, eventually gathering it into her fingers and palms, and directly grabbed the stone table in front of her, just like Yang Chong had just done.

"Ah! It hurts." The red lotus that was holding the stone table with his fingers sank half an inch into the table, but the smile on his face was wrinkled before it could fully bloom.

(End of this chapter)