All the heavens, starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

Chapter 195 Prefers Soft Foods

"Young master! A ship is approaching from the opposite direction!"

Song Shidao frowned slightly, but remained calm.

As the largest separatist force in Jiangnan, no one in this world should dare to openly plot against the Song Clan.

"Who's on the other side?"

Song Shidao asked calmly,
"It looks like a ship from the Dongming Sect!"

The subordinate replied.

Song Shidao seemed to be deep in thought.
"I heard that Lady Dongming recently announced that she would no longer sell any weapons or armor, but instead began stockpiling grain and recruiting soldiers..."

Standing to the side was Song Lu, Song Shidao's cousin. He was nearly sixty years old but still vigorous. Not long ago, he had taken a concubine and was known as the "Silver-Bearded Iron-Crutch" expert of the Song clan.

"It seems that in this chaotic world, even the self-proclaimed neutral Ryukyu Dongming has started to place its bets. I wonder which deity Lady Dongming has allied herself with."

"You must know that Madam Dongming's martial arts skills are among the best in the world. Coupled with the power of the Dongming Shang Sect, there are few in the world who can match her. Just what kind of master could subdue her?"

A glint of light flashed in Song Lu's eyes.

No one was surprised by the Dongming Sect's bet. In chaotic times, demons and monsters roam freely. Even a bandit leader dares to claim that Ziwei has descended to earth, let alone various powerful forces with deep foundations.

The two of them simply lamented that the world was probably going to become even more chaotic.

"Young Master! Look! Someone's flying over here!"

"fly?!"

Song Shidao frowned, looked up at the sky, and was startled.

A figure leaped up, gleaming brightly, soaring through the air like a roc spreading its wings or a kunpeng crossing the river.

If that were all, it wouldn't be surprising. The level of experts in this world is extremely high. City walls have to be built thirty feet high. If a legendary expert like Gu Long or Jin Yong could do something like "a withered tree across the river," any first-rate expert in this world could do it too.

Just now, Yuwen Huaji also crossed a distance of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) to cross the river and capture the two dragons.

But their Song dynasty ships were a hundred feet away from the other side!
Song Shidao and Song Lu both stared intently at the opposite side, originally thinking that the person would at least land on the river surface several times to catch their breath.
But they watched helplessly as the man opposite them seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of true energy, and he crossed the river directly from the other side!

Song Shidao and Song Lu exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

How astonishing must this guy's true qi cultivation be to be able to cross a hundred feet in mid-air?

"Is Song Que, the 'Heavenly Blade,' here?!"

Before the figure opposite them even reached the ship, the approaching sound wave made the two men change color. This person actually had the energy to make a sound midway through the journey?!

“My father has been in seclusion for many years, please forgive him. My name is Song Shidao.”

"I have yet to ask your name, senior!"

Song Shidao stepped forward solemnly.
"The leader of Quanxing Sect, the Holy Emperor of the Holy Sect!"

"Wang Gan!"

The man opposite laughed heartily, the sound of which shook the ship violently.

Song Shidao frowned even more.
He was well-read and knew the names of the various schools of thought, but he was also familiar with the term "Holy Gate" which followed closely behind. He knew that "Holy Gate" was a self-proclaimed name of the demonic sects, and this person called himself the Holy Emperor. He was probably up to no good.

"I have long admired your name. I am overjoyed that Senior Wang would come to personally greet my father."

Song Shidao cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Oh?"

Wang Gan landed on the deck, a smirk playing on his lips.

"How happy would you be if I entertained your father?"

Song Shidao was speechless for a moment, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

Is your greeting the same as mine?

Only then did he see clearly what the so-called Holy Emperor looked like; he was actually a tall man who was younger than him!

"Senior is joking. May I ask what your relationship is with Madam Dongming of the Dongming Sect?"

Song Shidao tentatively asked,

Wang Gan chuckled lightly.

"Just friends!"

Song Shidao's eyes widened.

Ordinary friends?!

Wang Gan sighed.

"It's the kind of ordinary friend where she knows my strengths and weaknesses, and I know her depth and shallowness."

Song Shidao was speechless. You call this just ordinary friends?!

"It seems that the friends my seniors talked about are not quite the same as the friends I had in mind."

Song Shidao forced a smile.
He thought to himself that this person truly lived up to the demonic sect's style, with an unpredictable temperament.
"Don't worry about those details. Anyway, I really enjoy making friends."

Wang Gan said with a hint of regret.
“I have long heard of Song Que’s great name, ‘Heavenly Blade,’ and have admired him for a long time. It’s a pity he’s not here today, otherwise I would definitely have sworn brotherhood with him on the spot.”

Song Shidao remained expressionless and simply replied.

"That's a real pity. I will certainly pass on your thoughts to my father."

Wang Gan suddenly changed the subject.
"However, I'm a very frugal person and never do anything meaningless. Since I'm already here..."

"How about I become his son-in-law?"

Wang Gan sighed, seemingly feeling that he had been taken advantage of.

On the other side, Song Yuzhi, who was secretly observing Wang Gan, was stunned. Her cheeks immediately turned red. How could she be involved?
Upon hearing this, Song Shidao's expression changed slightly, but he managed to remain composed.
"You jest, senior. Since you want to become sworn brothers with my father, how can you be his junior? Wouldn't that make you suddenly look inferior?"

Song Shidao was already forcing a smile; if he hadn't already realized that the opponent's martial arts were unfathomable, he would have already turned hostile.

"Eh!"

Wang Gan waved his hand, looking magnanimous.

"I've never been one to stand on ceremony. We'll just call each other by our own names. He'll call me my son-in-law, and I'll call him my second brother. That would be quite a story in the martial arts world!"

Song Shidao finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Does this guy mean he wants to become sworn brothers with his father, and you have to be the eldest brother?!
This guy doesn't look any older than him!
"Hmph! The Song clan treats you with respect only out of courtesy to Lady Dongming,"

"But you've spoken so rudely, the Song Clan is not to be trifled with!"

On the other side, Song Lu couldn't hold back any longer. Leaning on his crutch, he snorted coldly, ready to play the bad cop.

Song Shidao remained silent and expressionless, clearly indicating that he too was using his inner energy.

"Oh?" "So you mean you're not going to give me this face?"

Wang Gan smiled slightly and calmly glanced across the other side.

"senior."

Song Shidao cupped his hands in greeting, just about to speak.

"If we can't reach an agreement, then let's fight!"

Wang Gan's expression changed, and he suddenly became cold and stern.

Keng!
Indeed, the clan elder Song Lu, known for his silver beard and iron crutch, had been on guard from the start. As soon as Wang Gan finished speaking, he preemptively attacked.

The iron crutch in his hand was like a gazelle's horn, piercing through the void in an instant. It seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, yet as light as a feather. At the same time, the energy was divided, and every inch of energy seemed to be heading towards the enemy's major acupoints!

Having witnessed Wang Gan's incredible lightness skill, Song Lu was extremely wary and went all out in this attack.

This strike was earth-shattering, containing his life's profound cultivation. Below the three grandmasters, no one dared to underestimate him. Even an iron man would be shattered in his presence!
To everyone's surprise, Wang Gan simply smiled and responded without dodging or avoiding, watching helplessly as the heavy iron crutch fell upon him.

Song Lu frowned.

Is this guy courting death?! Not even using his luck? If that blow lands squarely, even a celestial being couldn't save him.

But it was too late to back down now. This man had repeatedly spoken rudely to Song Que, and even if she killed him on the spot, Madam Dongming would have no way of justifying it.

call out.
But when Song Lu's iron crutch struck Wang Gan, it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea, without the slightest sound or shockwave. The force that could have shattered the iron man was completely neutralized!
"Old man, your massage strength is comparable to that of a young girl."

Wang Gan laughed heartily, then suddenly grabbed the iron crutch with his other hand and flicked his wrist.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the iron crutch, forged from refined iron, suddenly became as soft as a whip. As Wang Gan shook it, a tremendous force was generated on the crutch, and Song Lu could no longer hold it. He let go and flew lightly backward.

boom!
Despite his seemingly light and airy appearance, Song Lu landed on the deck with a deafening roar, sending wood chips flying and piercing through the deck inch by inch. Song Lu's figure disappeared from the deck and was deeply embedded in the cabin!

"call"

Seeing that his uncle had fallen silent, Song Shidao breathed a sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

With the discerning eye of Song Que's son, how could he not see the ingenuity and subtlety of this move, which perfectly combined softness and strength, and controlled the lightness and heaviness at will? Although it was an ordinary flick, it was indeed one of the most exquisite moves in martial arts!

Even if Song Que himself were to do it, he couldn't do it any better!

Moreover, this person clearly had no luck just now, yet he still managed to catch Song Lu's full-force swing.
When Wang Gan’s gaze swept over, Song Shidao’s body stiffened almost instinctively, as if he were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast!

"What, you want to attack me too?"

Wang Gan's eyes held a half-smile.

"This junior dares not."

Faced with the almost demonic pressure from Wang Gan, Song Shidao could only barely maintain his composure.
Song Yuzhi, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, she drew her sword and stood in front of Song Shidao instead.

"If you wish to marry me, then come and propose marriage."

"But if you try to bully us and humiliate the Song family, I will risk my life to prevent you from succeeding!"

Song Yuzhi stepped forward; he was tall and slender, and his tone was calm and decisive, making him appear more masculine than Song Shidao.

"Oh? You mean you agreed to marry me after I went to propose?"

Wang Gan's gaze was intense, his expression a half-smile that made Song Yuzhi's cheeks flush slightly.

Song Yuzhi snorted coldly, still maintaining the Song family's imposing manner.

"If my father agrees, I will obey his command!"

Wang Gan laughed heartily upon hearing this.
"Hahaha, what a tiger father and what a dog son! Song Que's son is nothing special, but he has a daughter who is just as capable as any man!"

Song Shidao's martial arts skills and talents were indeed quite ordinary. As the eldest son of the Song clan, he was more than capable of maintaining the status quo, but in this chaotic world, he was not up to the task. Otherwise, Song Que would not have bet on Kou Zhong and relied on an outsider as a son-in-law.

On the contrary, Song Yuzhi, as a woman, had the spirit of a man and was able to support the family business when it mattered most.

"Alright! I will make Song Que agree."

Wang Gan spoke with certainty.

In times of chaos, the best way to quickly build a foundation is to find a powerful patron, ideally through marriage. This is evident in the actions of figures like Zhu Yuanzhang, Liu Xiu, and Kou Zhong.

Wang Gan'ai speaks the truth—he doesn't have a good appetite either, and prefers soft foods.

The Song family was incredibly wealthy through the salt trade, possessed abundant granaries in Jiangnan, had a powerful army, and had Song Que, the greatest martial arts expert in the land.

Later, the Song family formed alliances through marriage with various groups, including Dugu Fortress and Pegasus Ranch. Even Cihang Jingzhai had to intervene repeatedly, trying every possible means to weaken the Song family's power.

In the end, if Kou Zhong hadn't given up his career, and if Song Que hadn't still remembered Fan Qinghui's scheming nature, with the smaller party controlling the larger one, Li Shimin would have had a very hard time winning.

But Wang Gan was different.
He directly replaced the large head with the small head.

call out!
Suddenly, Wang Gan leaped into the air and let out a long roar!
"I have long heard that Song Que has the 'Nine Questions of the Heavenly Blade,' which uses the way of the blade to question the way of heaven. Each question is about the principles of the workings of heaven and earth!"

"It just so happens that I also know the Heaven-Asking Palm technique, but I only have one question."

"Let your father see if this one question is as effective as his nine questions!"

Wang Gan unleashed this palm technique that descended from the sky, his aura as powerful as a god.

A white palm strike appeared out of nowhere, covering the void; the mere shockwave was enough to blow everyone on the deck away.

"May I ask Heaven, are there any true immortals?!"

This was originally a unique martial art created by Old Man Wu Ming in the world of Lu Xiaofeng. Its lofty conception and powerful spirit surpass all other martial arts in the world of Lu Xiaofeng!
Later, Wang Gan learned it and today, with the power of a Grandmaster who is "divine and enlightened", combined with the longevity power of the innate jade dew, he has far surpassed Wu Ming back then!
The melodious Taoist chants echoed, and the air currents in the air exploded like thunder. The wind pressure caused the entire warship to collapse and sink into the river for nearly ten feet!
Song Shidao and his companion stared wide-eyed, as if they were witnessing an ancient deity using boundless supernatural powers to question the heavens: "Are there true immortals in this world?!"
If so, could you withstand one of my blows?!
Filled with boundless heroic spirit and divine will, the power of heaven and earth exploded.

A palm strike landed, the wind whistled past, yet it was completely silent!

call out!
Suddenly, the sky brightened, and Song Shidao stared intently at the deck, swallowing hard.

There was a palm print ten feet in size on the deck, but it did not damage the deck at all. The force of the palm only made the hardwood on the ship sink an inch!
The brand, exactly one inch deep, was etched onto the deck. It seemed to have no power, but it made Song Shidao feel even more miserable.

Given the power Wang Gan unleashed just now, that palm strike could have sunk the ship!
Song Shidao knew that Wang Gan had deliberately concealed his strength, leaving only his divine intent within, in order to ask Song Que a question from afar!
The control of force and the sublime level of skill are divine!

"Senior's Heaven-Asking Palm was truly astonishing. I imagine my father must be very pleased that there is such a master in the world."

Song Shidao sighed softly.
He knew that someone like Wang Gan was beyond his ability to deal with, and all decisions had to be made by his father, Song Que.

"I have received the Emperor's betrothal gifts, and I will explain them to my father when the time comes."

Song Shidao cupped his hands in a gesture of respect from afar, addressing Wang Gan's vanished figure as the Holy Emperor.

Knowing that with the power of this palm strike, not to mention the Demonic Sect, any sect would have to kneel and call him Holy Emperor.

"Um?!"

Song Shidao's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized that there was no one beside him.

"Where's my sister?!"

(End of this chapter)