A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

"Kongtong Sect disciple Jian Jie once saw his disciple talking to a member of the Five Poisons Sect at Immortal Ferry. It seemed they were trying to extract information from his disciple. However, when we introduced ourselves, they looked disdainful. Senior Sister Ding was furious and argued with them, which led to a conflict. In the chaos, a Kongtong disciple captured Junior Sister and was stabbed with a dagger..."

After the Kongtong disciples left, Chen Yu, Ding Minjun, and others gave the soy milk shop owner money to compensate for the damaged tables and chairs. The group went straight to the river boat. Although he told the truth, his words also protected Ding Minjun.

Ding Minjun was initially very uneasy, but after hearing Chen Yu's words, she thought he was being fair.

"it is good."

Extinction shouted loudly, "A mere disciple of the Kongtong Sect dares to point fingers at my Emei Sect. He deserves to be beaten."

Ding Minjun let out a long sigh of relief.

"Zhiruo did very well." Miejue looked at Zhou Zhiruo, then changed the subject, "Although our Emei Sect has many female disciples, when it comes to courage and spirit, how can we be inferior to Shaolin and Wudang? Zhiruo, Minjun, Yu'er, Xiaofu, you all remember, the spirit of Emei is to go even if there are thousands of people when righteousness is involved. If you have no courage, how can you drive out the Tartars and eradicate the Demonic Sect in the future?"

"We will heed the teachings of the sect leader and master," Chen Yu and the others said in unison.

"Alright, let the boatman rest for a day and buy some supplies."

Yang An gave the boatman some instructions, asking him to prepare plenty of rice, noodles, vegetables, and water. The group then disembarked with Miejue and headed straight for the Ji family in Hanyang.

……

The setting sun was like blood, and dark clouds covered the sky.

The young man's approaching figure was like a ferocious beast, followed by a buzzing sound of air vibration. A wooden table flew towards the young man, and behind the table, a golden whip burst forth like thunder.

The young man swung his iron palm, and the wooden table paused in mid-air for an inexplicable moment before shattering into pieces. He then channeled his inner force into his sleeve, and the golden whip slammed into the iron sleeve, producing a hollow sound like a bag expanding. The golden whip bounced up, and the young man slapped his left palm against his right, sending his right palm flying out diagonally to strike the old man holding the whip.

With a thud, the iron palm struck, like a broken leather strap, and the old man staggered backward.

"master."

"Master."

A woman cried out in distress, and two men leaped out to help the old man out. The old man's teeth were stained red, and he glared angrily, saying, "The Ji family and the Iron Palm Gang have always kept to themselves. Don't push us too far."

"So what if I force you?" the young man said dismissively.

Behind the young man were more than twenty others. In the middle, a man in his forties, with a burly build, long hair, high cheekbones, and a hooked nose, said, "Wan Yao, please don't be rude."

"I understand, Father," the young man replied with a smile, and then said nothing more.

The man stepped forward and said, "In the past, we did keep to ourselves, but the Ji family injured my Iron Palm Clan disciple. As the clan leader, I must seek justice. Master Ji, what do you say?"

"Qiu Qianli, stop trying to argue! It's clearly the Iron Palm Clan that's deliberately provoking us!" An old man in the courtyard said indignantly.

The elderly man, addressed as Master Ji, waved his hand to signal calm and said in a deep voice, "What does Chief Qiu mean?"

"Since the dispute arose from the docks, how about we settle it by mentioning the docks?"

The old man was filled with grief and indignation, "Hahaha, they're plotting against my Ji family's wharf, their intentions are sinister."

……

A desolate and indignant voice reverberated through the woods. Ji Xiaofu, who had emerged from the lush shade of the trees in the street, changed her expression. "Master, that sounds like Father's voice."

"It seems something has happened," Chen Yu said.

shuh...

The figure that was just a moment before the extinction was beside Chen Yu, Ding Minjun and others transformed into a swift shadow and disappeared into the distance. Chen Yu, Ji Xiaofu and the others used their movement techniques to rush towards the mansion dozens of feet away from where the sound came from.

……

As Master Ji's bitter laughter subsided, the woman in the courtyard said, "My daughter is a disciple of the Emei Sect. The Iron Palm Clan is bullying people by abusing their power. Aren't they afraid that the Emei Abbess will find out about this and come to reason with us?"

"Pfft," the young man laughed, "Trying to scare people with the Emei Sect."

"So what if it is?"

The word "is" rang out, its sound still outside the courtyard wall. The word "like" fell, and Miejue's figure had already floated up from behind the high wall, turned in mid-air, and floated towards the boy.

"Yao'er, be careful."

With a flick of his elbows, Qiu Qianli, the leader of the Iron Palm Clan, expanded his meridians outwards, making his calloused palms appear to swell. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, gathered qi in his dantian, and his feet generated wind. He moved so fast that he left no trace on the snow and floated on the water, flying close to Miejue.

The extinction gray figure, like a great bird, soared through the air and then spun around, swirling in the wind and snow, before unleashing a palm strike.

Two figures instantly swirled together, their palms flashing as they struck the ground from the air. In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty moves had passed in the insignificant space. The moment Miejue landed, she pushed out with another palm strike, while Qiu Qianli swiftly brought his palms together and thrust them out with a loud bang. Visible ripples of air erupted from their palms, transforming into a powerful gust of wind that swept in all directions. Miejue's figure swayed, and Qiu Qianli staggered back several steps before regaining his footing.

"father."

Chen Yu, Ding Minjun, Su Mengqing, and the others landed, and Ji Xiaofu cried out in surprise.

"My daughter!" The woman in the courtyard wept with joy.

Ji Xiaofu looked around and saw that the courtyard was in a mess. Her father's uncles and many others looked dejected, and it seemed that they had suffered internal injuries. On the other side, there were twenty or thirty people of different heights and weights. The man who had been defeated by his master had an uncertain expression.

"Mother, what happened?" Ji Xiaofu jumped forward and grabbed the woman's hand.

Before the woman could speak, Old Master Ji handed the golden whip in his hand to a disciple, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Master."

"Master Ji, please don't be so polite. What's going on?"

"It's a long story. A few days ago, one of my disciples and some of the workers in the manor got into a conflict with the Iron Palm Clan at the dock and injured someone. The Iron Palm Clan came to our door to demand an explanation."

"Can I get compensation in cash?"

"Qiu Qianli, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, demanded the return of Jizhuang Wharf."

"This is clearly a deliberate attempt to cause trouble and plot something sinister," Chen Yu's voice broke in.

The young man who had injured Old Master Ji gave a sinister smile. "How should I address you? Young Hero of Emei."

"Chen Yu, may I ask your surname?"

"Qiu Wanyao".

Chen Yu inwardly chuckled. Among the characters in *The Twin Eagles* were Qiu Qianren, Qiu Qianchi, and Qiu Qianzhang. In the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, the Qiu family produced Qiu Qianli and Qiu Wanyao. He wondered which of the eldest or second eldest sons of the Qiu family they were descendants of, or perhaps close relatives.

Upon hearing Chen Yu's words, Miejue's face turned frosty as she looked at Qiu Qianli.

The leader of the Iron Palm Clan clasped his hands in greeting: "This old man, Qiu Qianli, greets the Abbess."

"Easy," Miejue said in a deep voice. "Does Chief Qiu covet the Jizhuang Wharf?"

As the leader of the gang, Qiu Qianli had the ability to conceal his emotions without leaving a trace. He smiled slightly and said, "It was originally a small matter, but the chivalry and bloodlust of the martial world caused it to escalate into a conflict."

"So, what does the gang leader mean?"

"Old Master Ji's men injured the Iron Palm Clan disciples, and my son accidentally injured Old Master Ji and Ji Zhuang. Since the nun has stepped in to mediate, the two sides can be neutralized, and this matter can be let go."

"That would be perfect." Qiu Qianli feigned weakness, and Miejue couldn't refuse.

"I won't disturb you any longer, Master. Farewell." Qiu Qianli left decisively, without any hesitation. Once outside Ji Manor, his expression darkened. "Old nun."

"Let's just leave it at that," Qiu Wanyao said, unwilling to give up.

"Father has his own plans, Yao'er, please leave first."

"it is good."

The father and son parted ways, and Qiu Qianli wandered through the streets and alleys, heading straight for the Yellow Crane Tower.

The buildings have layers of upturned eaves, and all the views are the same.

Qiu Qianli went straight up to the second floor and saw a man sitting by the window holding a folding fan. The man was around forty years old. Although he was drinking and enjoying the view, his eyes were like flashes of cold lightning. He was wearing a white shirt with a black eagle embroidered on the left lapel.

"Chief Qiu, is everything settled?" The man smiled slightly and poured wine from the jug.

"Young Master, something went wrong."

"You must have encountered a formidable opponent. Let me guess: someone who can manage the Iron Palm Gang's affairs and make you return empty-handed must be no nobody. The Ji family's daughter is studying martial arts in Emei; could she be someone sent by Emei?"

Qiu Qianli admired, "The young master's wisdom is truly extinct."

"The autumn wind is most nosy, turning maple leaves red and white heads white."

"Young Master, what do you think of this matter?"

A man who appeared to be an old servant approached and whispered as he walked downstairs, "There was a conflict between the Emei and Kongtong sects on the street not long ago, it seems to be related to Master Bai?"

"Snap!" The folding fan stopped in the man's palm.

"Arrest someone from the Kongtong Sect and ask them questions."

"clear."