Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 201-Chapter 300)

TL: English doesn’t have this distinction, but there are basically two types of uncles in Chinese, one that is younger than your father and one that is older than your father. The one Yu Zijian used here is the one that is older than your father, or in other words, older than Yu Shukuang. I’ve separated them in this context as older uncle/younger uncle, but I’ll revert to just uncle in the end.

All men wished that the women they met would admire them, even if they did not like them; this was especially the case for Yu Zijian, who Li Qingshan had a rather good impression of. He could not help but become slightly dejected. Meanwhile, an extremely soft giggle rang out from the bamboo basket beside him.

Yu Zijian had seen how the world worked with Yu Shukuang. She knew she had to rope people in if she wanted them to help her out. She had never thought that this title of respect would lead to the exact opposite effect.

Before Yu Zijian could say anything, Li Qingshan had already spoken, “I’ve heard everything that happened outside.”

“Older uncle Niu, my father…”

Bang! Li Qingshan placed the bowl on the table and said with a heavy voice, “I’m not your uncle Niu, so you’d better stop referring to me in strange ways!”

Yu Zijian felt wronged inside. She knew that this great hero Niu must have been afraid of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain as well, so he was reluctant to help. However, Yu Shukuang’s life was at stake right now. In order to save her father, she could no longer care about her pride as a woman. She said loudly, “Then I’ll call you younger uncle Niu, alright? Please…”



Li Qingshan’s head drooped down. “W- whatever you want!” He kicked the bamboo basket. Xiao An’s giggles made him feel utterly humiliated.

Yu Zijian thanked him for agreeing. She wiped away the tears that had almost fallen from the corner of her eyes. “Thank you, uncle Niu! Let’s go then!” She was tempted to grab his arm and drag him over there.

Li Qingshan said, “You’ve heard your father as well. It’s a personal matter. I can’t interfere.”

Yu Zijian paled and collapsed on the ground. “T- then what am I supposed to do?!”

Li Qingshan said, “Though, aren’t you a Qi Practitioner too?”

Yu Zijian raised her head. She was a weeping beauty.

The blade and sword clashed, erupting with sparks that flew about, along with a splash of blood that originated from Yu Shukuang’s shoulder.

Ma Chaoqun produced a meaningless howl. He seemed like he had almost lost his mind. However, he wielded the treasured blade in his hand like a fierce storm. The dense coldness of the weapon radiated to several meters away, where all the spectating martial arts practitioners became stunned. They retreated backwards.

Yu Shukuang also staggered backwards in retreat. He would leave behind a footprint in the marble with every step. He had already unleashed his sword moves and sword forms to the limit during his three strikes. It formed a thick flurry of swords before him.

However, Ma Chaoqun had managed to cut through it with his very first attack, injuring him. Afterwards, he drew back his weapon and unleashed his Mad Demon Blade style. He forced back the flurry of swords inch by inch, until it was only three inches away from Yu Shukuang, forcing him to retreat.





Chapter 203: A Battle of Puppets | Legend of the Great Sage




“Your martial arts will never surpass mine!” Ma Chaoqun moved his feet and raised his shoulder. His treasured blade struck out in a series of slashes. He launched thirteen attacks from thirteen different angles. Every single attack was as swift as wind, tearing through the air and kicking up a violent gale that whistled loudly.

Driven by hatred, his blade style was pushed to the limit. He moved as fiercely as the wind, filled with a terrifying bearing of trying to drag down the enemy with him. Even though the spectators despised his actions, they were unable to despise his martial arts.

On the other hand, Yu Shukuang no longer possessed the might of his proud sword anymore. His clothes were in tatters, and he responded clumsily. Whenever the flash of the blade pierced through his flurry of swords, a new wound would appear on his body, and he would retreat. Ma Chaoqun was like a knight at an enemy country’s border, leading constant raids and skirmishes in the enemy territory. However, he refused to deal a finishing blow, wanting to humiliate his opponent.

Yu Shukuang rebuked, “What do you have apart from martial arts?”

Ma Chaoqun paled. He had been hit where it hurt. He was ugly, and he was vulgar with his words. Apart from his martial arts, he really was not good at anything else, which was why Yu Shukuang managed to steal Zi’er’s heart from him, leaving him alone to wander through the jianghu. Aside from his martial arts, he had nothing.

He roared madly, “Die!”

He channeled true qi into his blade, and it lit up with blinding light, crushing down like a mountain.

Yu Shukuang tried to parry it with his sword, but it had already been heavily damaged, just like Yu Shukuang himself. It shattered as soon as they collided.

“Master!” “Brother Yu!” Numerous cries rang out, but they were not as fast as the blade. No one could stop the attack!

Yu Shukuang closed his eyes helplessly. “Zi’er, I’m coming to see you.”

On a luxurious carriage outside the manor, two young men in lovely, silken robes who were as proud as roosters sat beside each other. They sipped some tea leisurely, as if they had no idea what was happening in the Proud Sword manor.

Mao Chaoqun had entered Salt Mountain city on this carriage before getting off and entering the manor.

The young man to the left said, “Junior brother Ma sure is slow. Why can’t he deal with this faster?” He had the life-like tail feather of a male pheasant sewn to his chest. The embroidery was glorious. It was the symbol of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain. Only formal disciples of the third layer and above had the right to wear it. His cultivation was at an impressive fifth layer.

“It’s some piled-up grievances from many years ago, so it’s understandable!” said the other young man in an unconcerned manner. This originated from his arrogance as someone powerful. He had two tail feathers sewn to his chest, which was a symbol of core disciples above the sixth layer.

“Hmph! He has become so pitiful over a woman. With his talent, the second layer should be his limit!”

“The second layer is enough. Once we take back Salt Mountain city, he can remain here to gather talented children for the Pheasant’s Grace mountain. It’ll stop the people from the Green Vine mountain from always getting ahead of us.”

“Wise be senior brother!”

“Hmm?”

……

“Stop!” Yu Zijian called out.

Ma Chaoqun suddenly raised his head. A spark shot towards his face. He called out, twisted his blade, and slashed up.

With a boom, the spark exploded. Ma Chaoqun avoided being blown to pieces, but he was knocked away. His eyebrows were singed. He cried out, “A Scarlet Flame talisman!”

Yu Zijian had already helped Yu Shukuang to his feet. “Father, are you alright?”

Yu Shukuang saw how she was alone. “D- did he refuse to help?”



Yu Zijian shook her head and made Yu Shukuang eat the recovery pill Li Qingshan had given to her. She commanded the disciples of the Proud Sword sect before yelling at Ma Chaoqun, “I’ll be your opponent!”

“Girly, do you really think you’re my opponent just because you possess some talismans? Bug off. Let me kill your father, and then I’ll take you to get married!” Ma Chaoqun burst out into laughter as he spoke. He found this all to be extremely interesting. However, no one in the surroundings agreed with him. They all glared at him furiously.

Yu Zijian had originally been trembling in fear, but when she saw Yu Shukuang’s horrible shape, she became furious. “It’s no wonder my mum wouldn’t like a baddie like you!”

Baddie was language used by children. It would only make adults laugh. However, her words utterly infuriated Ma Chaoqun, who replied with, “How do you know that she doesn’t like me? She liked me the most. She constantly called me senior brother, senior brother when she was young…” As he spoke, he wanted to break into tears again!