Chapter 1846: Chapter 1730: They’ve Been Found

"Of course, after all, your reputation as the Yaksha is quite formidable. If I mention your name during any incident, countless people will give me the green light, and it feels wonderful."

"Naturally."

The old man stroked his beard, looking proud.

Suddenly, he paused, stared at Song Yun, and said warily, "Something’s wrong, you kid are being overly attentive for no reason, that’s either deceit or theft. Don’t hide anything from me, speak up directly."

"Wise old man." Song Yun gave a thumbs up and then said cheekily, "Speaking of which, I’ve realized my skills aren’t that great at the moment. So I’ve come back to ask if you have any ’Reaching God Divine Palm,’ ’Nine Swords Solitary,’ or ’Muscle-Changing Classic.’ If you do, don’t keep them to yourself, let this disciple of yours practice."

The old man blew on his mustache, and said irritably, "Do you want to practice ’Kuihua Manual’?"

Song Yun grinned and said, "You’d better keep that for yourself, just give me the others."

The old man rolled his eyes at Song Yun, "Are you stupid? Do you really think there’s any ’Reaching God Divine Palm,’ ’Nine Swords Solitary’?"

"I know there aren’t those, but there are other things." Song Yun walked over and massaged the old man’s back, smiling, "Old man, you are quite the expert. I don’t believe you don’t have secret techniques."

"I do have some." The old man nodded, then changed the subject, "However, I’ve already taught you all of them."

"Ah, no way, then why am I not as impressive as you?"

"You’re not as impressive as me because you haven’t trained diligently. All the moves and methods I’ve taught you are carefully selected. If you train hard, you can at least reach my level."

Song Yun looked at the old man incredulously, "Really?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The old man snorted, "Do I have any reason to deceive you?"

Song Yun grinned, "That’s true, I’m your disciple, you certainly wouldn’t deceive me."

"Alright, enough talking, go out and train, let me see if you’ve made any progress. If you’ve regressed, don’t blame me for giving you a good thrashing."

"Sure thing."

Song Yun patted his chest and walked with the old man to the stone slab square in front of the Green Dragon Sect.

Song Yun assumed a defensive posture, fully focused, ready to fight.

The old man moved with his left hand behind his back, attacking Song Yun with one hand.

He was much faster than Song Yun, his palm striking toward Song Yun.

However, as he struck, he clearly held back his strength, intentionally lowering his power to match Song Yun’s level.

Song Yun quickly raised his hand to block and counterattacked.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged seven or eight moves, with the old man using one hand against Song Yun, maintaining the upper hand.

Suddenly, the old man’s aura changed, his palm struck Song Yun, sending him flying over ten meters before he managed to stand firm, luckily without injury.

The old man’s control over his strength was impeccable.

As Song Yun walked over to the old man, he muttered, "Darn old man, you’re unfair, you used to fight me with only thirty percent of your strength, today you used at least fifty percent."

The old man appeared contemplative, ignoring Song Yun.

During the previous battle, he noticed a significant improvement in Song Yun’s skills, which puzzled him.

Just then, a disciple called them over for a meal, and the old man had to set aside his doubts for now, heading to the back courtyard dining room, where a fine meal awaited with the good wine Song Yun brought.

After the meal, the old man sat in front of the prayer mat.

The next morning.

Song Yun bid farewell to the old man, intending to descend the mountain.

As he was about to leave, the old man, sitting on the prayer mat, stood up and said, "Wait."

Song Yun turned around, standing still.

The old man retrieved a sword from under the altar table, its scabbard ancient, its hilt simple, showing no special features.

"Take it, this Throat Sealing Sword, I’m passing it on to you. Whoever you give it to, I don’t care."

The old man tossed the sword to Song Yun, then resumed sitting on the prayer mat.

Song Yun caught the sword, momentarily stunned, feeling a faint odor of blood from the scabbard; this sword had ended countless lives, stained with much blood.

He recalled the old man mentioning that he used to wield a sword, but sealed it later due to the passing of his master’s wife.

This sword must be that Throat Sealing Sword.

He drew the sword, with a clang, its cold and piercing blade revealed, exuding an aura of killing intent and chill, not something an average person could control.

Song Yun sheathed the sword and bowed to the old man, "Thank you, old man, for passing down the precious sword."

However, Song Yun didn’t use swords; he planned to give it to the Little Sword God once he emerged from seclusion, knowing that such a divine weapon would be beloved by the sword-obsessed Little Sword God.

With that, Song Yun flew back to Yanjing. Just as he arrived at Song Family, Lin Yi and Lin Er hurriedly walked over, saying, "We’ve tracked down Tang Xiaoyun and his master."

Hearing this, Song Yun’s eyes lit up. In fact, after that day, Tang Xiaoyun’s master had sent people against Song Yun multiple times, but given Song Yun’s unusual status, those people turned and reported the matter to him. Now, with Song Yun’s family large and influential, he truly feared any harm befalling his loved ones from this scoundrel, so he decided to personally eliminate this menace.

Song Yun asked gravely, "Where are they?"

"In Malaysia, we’ve pinpointed their exact location; further updates will come soon, we have people stationed there."

"Alright, let’s fly to Kuala Lumpur first then."

So Song Yun informed the ladies at home, checked on Little Gangbeng, then boarded a plane that day heading to Malaysia.

The plane landed in Kuala Lumpur, a place somewhat familiar to Song Yun, where he had previously done some major things while wandering alone, and he had friends here.

Outside the airport, a Lamborghini stopped in front of him, its scissor doors opened, and the flashy sports car immediately caught the attention of many onlookers.

"Hey handsome, can you give me a ride? We can go for a spin tonight; I even have a girlfriend with me."

A beautiful, sexy lady leaned by the door, proudly pointing her chest toward the driver, exuding hormones with her gestures and words.

A short-statured, gaunt-faced man, looking like a rat, got out of the car and gave the lady a disdainful look, saying with disgust, "Scram, I have serious business today."

Hearing this, the lady’s lips twitched with annoyance, and she stomped away angrily, "Hmph, what’s there to be arrogant about? I offered a night out with my friend, yet you’re not interested, huh, scumbag, serves you right to be forced into the passenger seat."