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As Jia Xingliang emerged, a group of socialites from Hong Kong Island and members of the Feng Shui community began to murmur among themselves. Jiang Chen also turned to look at Jia Xingliang, who today wore a long black robe and blue cloth shoes, with a long sword strapped to his back. This sword was the Seven Star Sword, retrieved from the Artifact Tomb at Eight Immortals Ridge. The fact that Jia Xingliang could wield this sword, still infused with a lingering malevolence, indicated that this Southeast Asian Feng Shui Master was not to be underestimated.
Ignoring the chatter around him, Jia Xingliang approached the edge of the ship, resting one hand on the railing as he gazed intently into the distance. The cruise ship and fishing boats were separated by hundreds of meters, yet his gaze locked onto that of the figure in black robes as if two currents of electricity had collided.
“Tu Li, thirty years ago, you were defeated by my master. How dare you come here to provoke me today?” Jia Xingliang called out, his voice resonating with confidence.
“Ha! Is your master afraid or dead? How could he let you take his place?” Tu Li sneered from across the water.
“To deal with you, my master doesn’t even need to intervene. As his disciple, it is my duty to relieve him of his worries,” Jia Xingliang replied calmly.
“You? I think you’re seeking death. Thirty years ago, your master used underhanded tactics to defeat me. Now that I’ve returned, I am no longer the same. Your master wouldn’t stand a chance against me now, let alone you,” Tu Li scoffed, dismissing Jia Xingliang entirely. After all, he and Gu Yun Nan were of the same generation; it was an insult for Gu Yun Nan to send his disciple to challenge him.
“You speak arrogantly! The techniques from Southeast Asia are mere trifles compared to our Huaxia Magic. You truly overestimate yourself. My master defeated you fairly thirty years ago; today, I will do the same,” Jia Xingliang declared proudly. Regardless of whether he could win or lose, he had to maintain his confidence.
“Then I’ll kill you first and then your master,” Tu Li laughed dismissively.
“Enough talk! Let’s go ashore. This time, you won’t have the luck you had thirty years ago; Black Dragon Island will be your burial ground,” Jia Xingliang shouted angrily.
Inside, he felt a surge of excitement. Thirty years ago, his master Gu Yun Nan had battled Tu Li on Black Dragon Island while he was present. That confrontation left a deep impression on him; he had always yearned for a day when he could engage in a full-fledged battle with a Master of Magic. Only by fighting against true experts could he break through his own limitations and advance further in his craft.
This time, it was his master who had given him this opportunity, and it was also due to his impressive skills that he was here today. Without the right tools and talent, one cannot take on such challenges. As Gu Yun Nan's most favored disciple, if Gu Yun Nan did not have confidence in him, he would never have sent him into such danger.
Magic originates from Huaxia, and the Feng Shui techniques of Hong Kong Island can be considered the essence of Huaxia Magic. Practitioners of these techniques have always looked down upon domestic practitioners from Huaxia itself, let alone those from Southeast Asia.
Tu Li was indeed a talented practitioner of magic, skilled in various Xuanmen arts from Southeast Asia with strange and mystical abilities involving witchcraft and curses. However, thirty years ago, Gu Yun Nan had already seen through him. Although three decades had passed, it was likely that Tu Li still relied on old tricks. Gu Yun Nan had developed countermeasures against him and passed them on to Jia Xingliang. This time, while Jia Xingliang might not easily achieve victory, he certainly wouldn’t be easily defeated either; at the very least, they would be evenly matched.
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