The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 333

Hearing the strange man with the wine gourd’s reply, Jiang Fei wasn’t particularly surprised. Because after hearing him introduce himself, Jiang Fei had already roughly guessed this possibility. This little drunkard from the highlands was indeed the disciple of the Drunken Monk, one of the top masters in the current Jianghu world of China, as described by Master Qingxu.

No wonder this man possessed such an unshakably formidable aura and had perception abilities almost on par with Jiang Fei’s! That’s right, this wine gourd man had never visited Jiang’s Clinic before, didn’t know Jiang Fei, and had no idea what he looked like. Yet, upon arriving at the clinic today, he was able to pinpoint Jiang Fei’s location and recognize him immediately.

This was because true masters possess control over their surroundings far beyond that of ordinary people. Their perception of other masters is especially acute! It’s like two radars; as soon as they get close and emit a signal, they immediately become aware of each other.

So, the wine gourd man discovered Jiang Fei, and the moment he entered Jiang’s Clinic, Jiang Fei knew a master had come calling.

The two men left the clinic side by side. Just as Jiang Fei was considering a suitable place to talk and negotiate, somewhere he could test this man’s intentions and strength, the drunkard suddenly pointed at a car and said, “Let’s go. Get in.”

Jiang Fei was momentarily taken aback. This guy was dressed like a primitive, as if he’d time-traveled from ancient times to the modern era. And he drove here?

Jiang Fei followed the man’s gaze and was even more shocked, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily, his eyelids spasming. What did he see? Not only did this guy drive here, but the car was a Bentley—a car whose mere badge was a masterclass in showing off!

This car cost at least five million. Even in Jin City, the most developed provincial capital in the west, such a vehicle was undeniably a rare luxury car. This man dressed in coarse linen clothes, looking like a beggar from the Beggar’s Sect, half-starved and impoverished—his ride was a Bentley? The sheer pretentiousness was off the charts! Even Jiang Fei himself hadn’t gotten around to acquiring such a vehicle yet.

Fortunately, Jiang Fei wasn’t an ordinary person; his ability to accept unusual things was relatively strong. If it were someone else, like Nurse Xiao Liu from the clinic earlier, who learned that this stylish, Brother Sharp-like strange man, besides having an extraordinary aura, also had a Bentley as his mode of transport, she’d probably start screaming in surprise and develop a crush.

“These masters are all experts at putting on a show!” Jiang Fei couldn’t help but mutter to himself after getting into this high-end, luxurious Bentley.

It seems that whether in ancient or modern times, as long as you’re a master or a great hero, you generally won’t fare too poorly. It’s unlikely you’d lack money; life is sure to be enjoyable. Actually, think about it: even in a modern, scientific, law-based society, if a true Jianghu practitioner whose martial prowess exceeds that of ordinary people wants to make money, there are quite a few paths, and it’s not difficult.

Forget illegal activities like being an assassin. Just working as a bodyguard for some wealthy tycoons would bring in sums that would make the average white-collar worker’s jaw drop. Not to mention hooking up with some wealthy heiress or a domineering female CEO… then the money would be practically endless…

However, what Jiang Fei really couldn’t understand was: Dude, you’re already such a high-level master, such an impressive figure. Would it kill you to get yourself some decent clothes? Driving a Bentley while wearing coarse linen—are you intentionally pretending to be poor, playing the pig to eat the tiger, showing off and slapping people in the face?

“Is this car yours?” Jiang Fei couldn’t help but ask.

“What, can’t I have a car like this?” The drunkard seemed to guess Jiang Fei’s thoughts and said with a laugh, “You’re such a formidable master, yet your profession is a doctor, and you even run a clinic. Doesn’t that seem stranger than me?”

But at least I don’t act all humble to catch the proud off guard like you do, Jiang Fei grumbled inwardly.

“Where are we going?” Jiang Fei changed the subject.

“A tea gathering!”

“A tea gathering? You call yourself a drunkard, always carrying a wine gourd at your waist. You drink tea too?”

“Going to a tea gathering doesn’t necessarily mean drinking tea. And even if we do, it’s for you to drink.”

Jiang Fei waved his hand. “Let’s not beat around the bush. Let’s be direct. We can talk right here in the car. What did you come to find me for today? As you can see, I’m very busy. I have dozens of patients waiting for me this afternoon.”

So far, Jiang Fei wasn’t clear whether this person was friend or foe, or what his purpose was in seeking him out. Therefore, Jiang Fei wasn’t very interested in chatting further.

Even if this man was the disciple of the Drunken Monk, Jiang Fei wasn’t exactly afraid of him. If his master, the Drunken Monk himself, came, Jiang Fei might be somewhat apprehensive.

But just him? Jiang Fei had sensed this guy’s aura and could vaguely perceive his internal energy cultivation. Jiang Fei felt his Beiming Divine Art was getting a bit… restless!

The sword technique derived from the Heaven’s Secret Diagram in his mind was so powerful. Not knowing when this master would come looking for him, Jiang Fei had been feeling quite insecure lately.

Before that, even if he couldn’t obtain enough experience points and skill points to upgrade his Solitary Nine Swords to the second level, if he could cause his Beiming Divine Art to undergo a transformation and increase his internal energy cultivation, that would also be a tremendous boost to his strength, allowing his combat power to soar.

In a way, Jiang Fei wasn’t afraid of people coming to cause him trouble; he even welcomed masters seeking him out.

“Don’t worry, this tea gathering won’t take much time. And I guarantee you’ll be very interested in what we discuss today,” the little drunkard said after uncorking his gourd and taking a big swig of strong liquor.

Does this guy know the Six Pulses Divine Sword technique? How can he drink so much strong liquor without getting drunk?

The Bentley finally stopped at the Wangjianglou Park in Jin City.

Inside the park was a large bamboo forest. Rumor had it that the fight scene between Conqueror and Nie Renwang (Wind’s father) from the movie The Storm Riders was filmed here.

However, Jiang Fei hadn’t heard of any tea house or club here.

Since we’re here, we might as well settle in.

After the car stopped outside the park, Jiang Fei and the drunkard slowly made their way deep into the bamboo forest along a small path.

Unlike trees, bamboo leaves don’t wither and turn yellow even in winter; they remain emerald green, like pine and cypress. Unfortunately, Jin City rarely sees snow in winter, seldom even light snow, let alone thick, accumulated snow. Otherwise, in such a bamboo sea, brewing a pot of fine wine or fine tea would have somewhat the atmosphere of Cao Cao and Liu Bei’s legendary meeting where they discussed heroes over heated wine.

Suddenly, the drunkard’s footsteps halted.

Naturally, Jiang Fei stopped too.

Deep in the bamboo forest, there was indeed a pavilion. There were no other tourists nearby, but two stoves were heating kettles over charcoal fires. Judging by the scent, one kettle contained tea—and good tea at that. The other kettle, however, contained wine, and strong wine at that.

“Isn’t this a tea gathering? Just the two of us?” Jiang Fei asked, frowning.

The drunkard first shrugged nonchalantly, then looked at Jiang Fei with eager eyes. “No one else is perfect. Let’s fight first!”

Jiang Fei was speechless.

The environment was nice, good for a fight too. But was it really necessary to come all the way here just to fight? This wildman-dressed guy not only liked playing the pig to eat the tiger but also had a taste for ambiance?

“Fighting you is no problem. But first, let me understand what you’re really here for,” Jiang Fei said…

“Is that question important? What does it have to do with our fight?” the drunkard asked.

“It’s very important,” Jiang Fei nodded. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the man. “Because… only after I know your purpose can I decide whether to go all out to kill you or to show mercy.”

Jiang Fei’s tone carried a chilling edge.

If this drunkard harbored unfriendly intentions, coming to cause trouble for no reason, Jiang Fei wouldn’t mind today absorbing all of his internal energy for his own use.

This guy definitely didn’t look as old as Miyamoto Isshin, and surely hadn’t been cultivating internal energy for as long. But since his cultivation had reached this level, even if his martial talent was exceptional, his internal energy definitely wouldn’t be weak. It could always help increase Jiang Fei’s Beiming Divine Art cultivation.

“Bold enough!” The drunkard didn’t get angry because of this; instead, the excitement in his eyes grew stronger.

After taking another big gulp of wine, he suddenly tossed his wine gourd behind him without even looking. It landed accurately on the stone table without even wobbling.

“Then… just consider me here to kill you!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The drunkard’s cloth shoes made a grating, heavy sound against the bluestone floor. Each step felt like it landed on the enemy’s heart.

The drunkard charged toward Jiang Fei.

His speed wasn’t extremely fast, and his palms seemed to wave aimlessly in the air. But as his palms moved, the air emitted a powerful whooshing sound, like strong wind.

No, whooshing wasn’t quite accurate—it was more of a hissing sound! It was as if his hands were creating a massive balloon of air out of nothing. This balloon was filled with air, and the drunkard’s large hands kept squeezing it, compressing the air inside to its densest state, slowly gathering the most powerful energy.

Two leaves fell from above into the space between the drunkard’s palms. They were instantly pulverized by this mass of powerful energy and then expelled outward.

Seeing this, Jiang Fei’s expression turned grave.

He knew from the start this drunkard was a master, but he hadn’t expected him to be this skilled.

This palm technique was far from ordinary; one could say it had transcended the category of common palm techniques.

With a mere lift of the hand, he manipulated the airflow!