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    Great story you have here. But just a comment for your future edits. Could you edit out some of the "none other than". I read a couple chapters at one go, and after a while they're starting to get on my nerves. But love the story and the characterization.

    Keep up the good work & cheers!
    Perhaps the final hour is come
    I have left no testament
    Only a pen, for my mother
    I am no hero
    In an age without heroes
    I just want to be a man

    The still horizon
    Divides the ranks of the living and the dead
    I can only choose the sky
    I will not kneel on the ground
    Allowing the excutioners to look tall
    The better to obstruct the wind of freedom

    From star-like bullet holes shall flow
    A blood red dawn
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    Just when it appeared as if Thunder’s heavy hammer was going crack Bak Fung Wan’s skull open, he managed to roll safely out of harms way along the ground. A large ‘boom’ sound echoed throughout the mountain ranges as bits of dust and lose debry flew into the air as a result of contact. A small crater formed on the ground where Bak Fung Wan once sat. Getting up from the ground before coughing up a mouthful of blood, as a result of being unable to eliminate the alien inner energy stream from his body, Bak Fung Wan cursed, “Shameful! Really shameful! Five reputed masters in wulin resorting to ambushing and attacking one from behind in the dark!”.

    “Chancellor, unlike you there’s not a gentleman amongst us!”, mocked Lightning with another wicked laugh. His eyes beaming brightly under the blanket of darkness. Gently stroking his chin, he tossed his head back and gave out another booming laugh. Thunder, Cloud, Wind, and Rain also joined in loud laughter to the side.

    “There’s no need to adhere to the ‘ancient code of chivalry’ when dealing with our enemies!”, added Wind as he walked forward from the dense thicket to join Thunder and Lightning in the open. Cloud and Rain were the last to show themselves.

    “Don’t blame us! Blame your superior skills!”, smirked Thunder whilst folding his arms.

    “If not for an ambush attack I doubt that there would be many people in wulin capable of injuring you!”, agreed Cloud whilst drawing his two heavy clubs.

    “He’s injured! Let’s just quickly finish him!”, shouted Rain as he drew his pair of sails. He rotated both of his sails in a circular pattern whilst awaiting for an order to attack. The pair of sails looked like a couple of small windmills at the end of Rain’s hands.


    “Kill him? No gentlemen we’re not here to kill him...”, remarked Lightning in slight astonishment whilst glancing across towards the others.

    “If you’re not here to kill me then what is it that you want?”, questioned Bak Fung Wan upon noticing that the Five Storms had not yet attacked.

    Grinning, Lightning replied, “That you’ll never know! But I promise you that you’ll die here regardless tonight!”.

    “Surround him!”, ordered Lightning moments later waving his hands about. Thunder, Cloud, Wind, and Rain all circled around Bak Fung Wan with their weapons raised. Lightning’s eyes glowed so brightly upon giving the orders that they appeared to have turned white in the darkness for a second. It was as if he had some wicked and devious plot in mind. Thunder’s eyes also lit up brightly as he stared back at Bak Fung Wan. It was obvious that he too had something wicked in mind.

    Struggling a little from his internal injuries Bak Fung Wan decided to draw his ‘exquisite snake sword’ and held it in his left hand. It was a most unusual move given that he was normally a right handed fighter. He followed this by sealing the pressure points around the heart region. Shortly after completing this act, Bak Fung Wan appeared to been revitalised, almost as if he had not been injured at all. Slowly spinning around he managed to keep a close eye on the positioning of the Five Storms who stood around five paces away. Cloud appeared to be generating some kind of black mist by rotating both of his heavy clubs in a circular pattern. The black mist circled around Bak Fung Wan, lowering his visibility slightly. Through the black cloud of mist he was still able to see the positioning of the Five Storms. But with each passing moment it appeared to have become darker and darker. It was as if Cloud had somehow magically accelerated the passage of time, making it late evening. The rest of the men were just standing back with big grins on their faces. They did not attack.

    The ‘exquisite snake sword’ in Bak Fung Wan’s hands was rattling as usual in the wind, indicating that he had not yet channelled his inner energy into the sword. Seeing that the ‘Five Storms’ did not yet attack, Bak Fung Wan decided to say, “Lightning, regardless of what happens here tonight! Are you able to promise me that you’ll release my daughter! She does not know any kung fu and will not pose any threat to the Demon Cult!”.

    The Five Storms glanced at each other with shocked expressions. It was obvious that they had no clue as to what Bak Fung Wan was implying. Although they had seen Blue Water and Red Flame riding past them down the main dirt path earlier on in the evening, they had no idea that the young girl who was with them was in fact the Chancellor’s daughter, Bak Tin Kiew. The Five Storms had been tracking Bak Fung Wan’s movements for the past couple of weeks hoping to catch him off guard. They had wished to eliminate Bak Fung Wan and received news earlier in the evening indicating that he would be passing through on the outskirts of the ‘Forgetting Villa’. Lightning had always harboured ambitions of conquering wulin and destroying the Gentleman Sword, Bak Fung Wan was high on his priority. For apart from a handful of elite masters in wulin, Lightning estimated that few people would be capable of defeating him and the Five Storms. Having received news about Bak Fung Wan, they decided to lay an ambush outside the gates of the ‘Forgetting Villa’ for him. It was actually by pure chance that, Bak Fung Wan who was pursuing after Red Flame and Blue Water, happened to fall into the unexpecting ambush.

    “Chancellor, what on earth are you talking about? We know nothing of your daughter!”, replied Lightning after a little while to clear the confusion.

    “What? You mean to tell me that you did not arrange the kidnapping of my daughter, Tin Kiew, to lure me into this devious trap of yours?”, questioned Bak Fung Wan in disbelief. He had pretty much guessed what was on Lightning’s mind and assumed that the Demon Cult had already reached a decision to declare war on the orthodox clans. Eliminating him as the Chancellor of Wulin would of course greatly aid in their cause, as it would generate unspeakable chaos throughout the orthodox clans and allow the Demon Cult to destroy each clan one by one. Even though he was slightly surprised that Lightning was not involved in capturing his daughter, he was certain that she was being used as bait to lure him into the trap, never the less, and that the Demon Cult were primary responsible for it.

    Shaking his head, Lightning replied, “Chancellor, I can honestly tell you did we did not arrange to kidnap your daughter!”.

    Bak Fung Wan knew that Lightning was telling him the truth. A person of Lightning’s stature did not need to lie to him. Besides his plot had worked, and if he had indeed captured Bak Tin Kiew he would have immediately used her to force Bak Fung Wan to commit suicide to trade in his life to free his daughter.

    But before Bak Fung Wan could ask any further questions, Lightning had already raised a fist into the air before ordering his men to “Attack”. Bak Fung Wan reacted rather slowly after the initial shock. He also became slightly stunned as upon realising that he was now covered in complete darkness. It was almost as if he had strayed into a dark room by accident. Everywhere he looked was pitch black. If not for the blue glow being radiated from his sword, he would not have been able to see his own hands. The light from the moon, including the five luminous eyes of the Five Storms were no where in sight.

    The black mist created by Cloud had completely covered him during the discussions. All Bak Fung Wan could do was to listen to the sounds of five pairs of footsteps rushing about here and there to try as the Five Storms tried to confuse him about their real positioning. A cold stream of sweat rolled down Bak Fung Wan’s back as he finally realised that there was no way to tell the exact location of his opponents. He would be greatly disadvantaged as a result. It was like fighting a dark room, and only those with the ability to see in darkness or those who are blinded would not be affected by the black could of mist.

    As Bak Fung Wan struggled to adjust to the new fighting conditions, a faint ‘swooshing’ sound could be heard through the air. Two silver specks appeared to pierce through the black cloud like two tiny raindrops before flying at rapid speed towards his right and left shoulders. The silver spark provided a brief moment of light, allowing Bak Fung Wan time to react to the attack. Taking two paces backwards before flicking his wrist in a swaying motion right and left, BaK Fung Wan managed to divert the path of the two sails back in the direction from where it came. A loud ‘cling’ echoed through the air followed by a bight spark as the sword collided with the weapons. Yet despite the bright spark Bak Fung Wan could not see more than 1 arm lengths before his face. He was still clueless as to the positioning of the Five Storms.

    All he could hear was Rain, giving a praise of “Excellent move!”, after recovering the two pairs of sails back in his grasp. He was just about to launch them back through the black cloud of mist, but decided at the last minute to abort his attack. He decided to race around the black mist to create further confusion.

    But before Bak Fung Wan could celebrate is minor victory against Rain, a small black ‘twister’ hidden by the darkness was rapidly approaching towards him from the right. Had it not been the blue glow being emitted from his sword, he would have been caught off guard and Wind’s attack would have succeeded in causing him great harm. Thrusting his sword forward in weaving motion, Bak Fung Wan, managed to diffuse the energy in the ‘twister palm’ launched by Wind. He smiled slightly having been able to avoid the two lethal attacks at the last moment.

    “What excellent abilities!”, praised Wind as he circled right and then left to confuse Bak Fung Wan after failing to injure him with the initial attack.

    Moments later a loud ‘boom’ echoed through the air as bright flash suddenly appeared in the black mist, creating an enormous wave of energy within the black could of mist. The light being emitted was so bight that it almost temporarily blinded Bak Fung Wan’s sight. Bak Fung Wan closed his eyes and felt the ground shake violently. It was obvious that Thunder had struck the nail with his hammer to create the loud sound. Bak Fung Wan realised that the sound waves would soon strike him, so decided to channelled his inner energy and managed to stay on his feet. Rattling his sword in a quick circular motion, Bak Fung Wan, managed to produce the necessary sound waves to cancel those from Thunder’s hammer. Another loud ‘boom’ echoed through the air as the sound waves cancelled each other.

    “Remarkable!”, Thunder could be heard remarking in shock somewhere in the darkness.

    Not long after the loud ‘boom’ sound Bak Fung Wan could see a blue flash of lightning attacking towards his mid stomach region. Twisting to the right Bak Fung Wan evaded the lightning bolt fired towards him from Lightning. As the lightning bolt flew past him, Bak Fung Wan, channelled his inner energy into the ‘exquisite snake sword’ before taking a swing at it. A ‘whiz’ sound echoed through the air, as the bolt of Lightning reflected off the edge of the sword before being diverted back in the direction from which it came.

    “Humph!”, grunted Lightning as he narrowly avoided the lightning bolt.

    “Is this the best the Five of you can manage?”, mocked Bak Fung Wan upon having successful defended himself from the first series of combined attacks from the Five Storms. He began to feel a little confident again in his own abilities, despite fighting with only his left hand.

    Shortly after making this comment, Bak Fung Wan felt another burning sensation going up through his body that nearly made him drop his sword. A loud ‘whack’ echoed in the air as Bak Fung Wan was struck in the back by a bolt from Lightning. This caused him to cough up another mouthful of blood. It was obvious that Lightning had teleported through the black mist and managed to catch Bak Fung Wan off guard by attacking him from behind. Having been struck, Bak Fung Wan immediately thrusted out his sword in the direction of the attack but caught nothing but thin air. He could hear the Five Storms burst out into loud continuous laughter shortly after executing the strike. It was obvious that they could see him clearly through the mist, and were mocking his vain attempts to strike Lightning who was in the process of teleporting once more through the mist. Moments later another loud ‘whack’ echoed through the air as Bak Fung Wan was struck in the lower abdomen by another bolt from Lightning. Once again Bak Fung Wan reacted by thrusting his sword in the direction of the attack but caught thin air once more. Normally Bak Fung Wan would have no problems dealing with Lightning alone. However he was being greatly disadvantaged by being not able to see clearly through the black mist, whilst members of the Five Storms could. Lightning used his teleporting skills to great advantage during the battle.

    Frustrated and angry at being unable to see clearly and defend himself, Bak Fung Wan let out a curse before thrusting his sword wildly, randomly, and aimlessly about. Hoping to catch one of the Five Storms off guard. But he burned up a lot of inner energy as a result and had abandoned the art of defence in doing so. It did not take long for Bak Fung Wan to be struck in the lower back, then upper chest, and also the lower thigh region, causing greater damage to his already injured body. The rest of the Five Storms had taken advantage of his preoccupation with Lightning to strike him. But it was obvious they did not intend to kill him, otherwise they could have done so. Bak Fung Wan was still hopelessly trapped in the black mist. He utilised his lightness kung fu and attempted to run east, west, north, and then south. He even attempted to leap high into the air, but regardless of where he went it was still pitch dark. By now Bak Fung Wan was breathing heavily and was totally exhausted after 50 exchanges in this manner. Blood was dripping from his lips as he continued to struggle in vain flashing his sword randomly here and there. Never did he expect that such an elite swordsman as himself would fall prey to such a simple little trick as a black cloud of mist. He thought inwardly with a slight touch of regret, “The Five Storms teaming up together are as deadly as their reputation! I should not have under estimated them!”.

    But just when it appeared that the situation was becoming totally hopeless, and that Bak Fung Wan would soon be captured, a loud cry of “Ah Ya” broke through the air followed by two heavy ‘clang’ sounds. It sounded like two heavy clubs thumping into the ground one after another. The black mist that had surrounded Bak Fung Wan suddenly evaporated before his eyes, and he could see the moonlight, and the five pairs of luminous eyes of the Five Storms in the darkness. Looking directly forward he noticed that Cloud appeared to be standing in a static motion. The two heavy clubs rested before his feet. It was not clear that Cloud had been caught off guard by an elite master who managed to seal his pressure. Freed of the darkness, Bak Fung Wan immediately glanced right and left for a possible route of escape. He noticed the strange formation of bamboo and willow trees in the dense forest to the side of the ‘Forgetting Villa’ and hesitated.

    Meanwhile, Lightning peered around with a touch of surprise Lightning. He demanded after a little, “Who goes there? Show yourself!”.

    His question was answered with a wave of ‘swooshing sounds’ followed by a shower of short jagged sticks attacking each and every part of his body. Lightning was slightly caught off guard and was forced to leap several paces backwards to avoid the short jagged sticks. They came so quickly at him that he did not even have the time to teleport to a safer place. The rest of the Five Storms were also forced back by the same wave of short jagged sticks. In the midst of the chaos a grey flash suddenly dashed forward the dense forest before grabbing Bak Fung Wan by the arm.

    “What the heck?”, cried Wind out loud upon seeing a grey blur rapidly disappearing from sight with Bak Fung Wan. He, along with Thunder, and Rain attempted to give chase. They were stopped in their tracks by a smoke bomb containing knock out gas, thrown by the mysterious grey swordsman. During this time Lightning had unsealed Cloud’s pressure points, before picking up one of the short jagged sticks from the ground. He examined it closely and soon a slight smile appeared on his face. Stroking his beard he gave a loud laugh.

    “Senior apprentice brother, why are you laughing? We have failed, and the Chancellor is getting away!”, questioned Thunder a little amazed as he turned around and noticed that Thunder had not pursued after them. Instead he was standing on the spot laughing. The rest of the Five Storms were slightly shocked by his conduct.

    Snapping the short jagged stick in his hands, Lightning replied, “Gentleman as I previously said, it was never my intention to kill him! Our job here is done… Let’s leave it up to the other’s to finish him!”.

    Looking into the distance he added, “He’s doomed never the less! We have other matters to attend to now… See to it that it’s done!”.

    “Yes, senior apprentice brother!”, replied the Five Storms whilst bowing slightly. Moments later, Lightning, Thunder, Rain, Cloud, and Wind all walked back towards the direction of the jetty. They appeared to be heading in the direction back towards the city Luoyang.

    (To Be Continued)
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    hmm i dun understand how lightning's 'teleport' skill works...is there some way for him to concentrate his qi (explaining why he needs time to teleport) so tat he can move to another place in an instant?

    btw, nice update =)

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    Quote Originally Posted by letalforever
    hmm i dun understand how lightning's 'teleport' skill works...is there some way for him to concentrate his qi (explaining why he needs time to teleport) so tat he can move to another place in an instant?

    btw, nice update =)
    the concentration is needed to accumulated enough qi to break his body mass to an atom like in The Fly and through collective control like in The Borg collective commanding all the body atoms to go the destination at the same at an instant - I know it is a crap theory - or if this is not the case Lightning should have an extreme hing gung speed in close/shorter area like XLN
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    Quote Originally Posted by letalforever
    hmm i dun understand how lightning's 'teleport' skill works...is there some way for him to concentrate his qi (explaining why he needs time to teleport) so tat he can move to another place in an instant?

    btw, nice update =)
    The essence of 'Lightning's' teleporting skills is exactly the same as the way lightning strikes in the real world.

    There's a forward stroke, when you see lightning from the sky strike the earth... But the reverse stroke is invisible to the eye. I'll leave it at that for the time being. As it'll be explained when Lightning fights with another elite fighter who uncovers the secrets to his teleporting during a life/death battle.
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    great story from a new fan! please do continue to update on a regular basis! awaiting the next update eagerly...

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    As the 5 Storms disappeared one after the other, the mysterious grey swordsman eased up his pace before coming to a complete halt. The mysterious grey swordsman had stopped right next to a small pavilion located just to the side of the dirt path. The pavilion was lit up by over a dozen or so red lanterns. There was a strange bamboo grove just behind the pavilion. Amongst the tiny bamboo trees grey some rather large and odd looking willow trees. For every three bamboo trees that grew in the forest, there was a willow tree at the centre. To a casual observer, the forest appeared to be some kind of maze. The words ‘Dancing Peony Pavilion’ was written on a stone slab just before the small table. There was something else strange about the pavilion. A small wine jug and two cups of wine had been placed on the table, indicating that someone had just passed that way and had been entertaining a friend. A slight smile appeared on the mysterious grey swordsman’s face upon noticing the jug of wine and the wine cups.

    Shooting a glance towards Bak Fung Wan, the mysterious grey swordsman decided to say, “Chancellor, you can get some rest! We’re safe now! They have all gone!”.

    Notching that Bak Fung Wan was struggling to keep his balance and was panting heavily, the mysterious grey swordsman assisted him to the table.

    “Thank you!”, was all Bak Fung Wan could say in a low voice.

    Taking the jug of wine in his own hands before pouring himself and Bak Fung Wan a cup of wine, he added, “Chancellor, you must be exhausted! Why not have a drink and recover you strength?”.

    But Bak Fung Wan did not respond. Nor did he decided to look up or take time to carefully observe the mysterious grey swordsman who had just save his life. He just waved his hand to politely refuse the offer of a drink as sweat was poured down from his face. He was trembling slightly, as if he had some kind of a fever. It was quite obvious that Bak Fung Wan had suffered a serious internal injury. Blood continued to flow freely from his body. Closing his eyes, before propping himself up in a meditating position on the stone seat, Bak Fung Wan began channelling his inner energy. It took, but just five minutes before Bak Fung Wan coughed up another mouthful of blood. This was followed by a burning sensation around his chest and heart region, causing him great discomfort. The alien inner energy stream caused by Lightning’s strike could not be repelled.

    Bak Fung Wan gave as loud sign as he finally accepted the present state that he was in. He was not fit to walk, never mind fight. It was going to take him several more months before he could regain enough strength to heal himself. Upon coming to this realisation, Bak Fung Wan decided to concentrate his mind on other matters. Rescuing his daughter was at forefront of his mind. But he knew that he could not achieve his goal in his present condition. He needed some help.

    “Perhaps I can ask this person to assist me in rescuing Tin Kiew!”, Bak Fung Wan thought to himself as he turned his attention towards the mysterious grey swordsman.

    “What the heck! This cannot be! You’re…. You’re… ”, cried Bak Fung Wan as he suddenly jumped up from his seat upon shooting a quick glance towards the mysterious grey swordsman who had saved his life for the first time. Bak Fung Wan appeared to be totally shocked as he immediately recognised the person before him. But that same person before him was said to be no longer of this world. So he was quite surprised by the sudden reappearance.

    Under the pale moonlight, one could notice that the mysterious grey swordsman who stood before Bak Fung Wan was dressed like a member from the Beggar Clan. The ‘Dirty Faction’ faction to be precise. The mysterious beggar clan member was of stocky built and appeared to be around 40 years of age. His hair was all messed up and looked as if it had never been combed before. A large drinking vessel was swung over his shoulders.

    Noticing the shocked expression on Bak Fung Wan’s face, a wide smile emerged on the old Beggar’s face. He cupped his hands politely before bowing slightly. He said, “Chancellor, greetings! What see you that makes your face so pale?”.

    Taking a few minutes to collect himself, Bak Fung Wan reached for his sword, before finally deciding to ask, “Who on earth are you? What the heck are you doing here?”.

    “Who am I? Surely your eyes do not deceive you! I am a ghost who walks!”, replied the mysterious grey swordsman, smiling all the ever more as he poured himself a cup of wine before downing it.

    “A ghost who walks?”, sounding a little puzzled remarked Bak Fung Wan.

    Flashing his jagged stick in the air, before doing a simple stance from the ‘36 Jade Dog Hitting Stick’ arts, the mysterious grey swordsman added, “Surely you know who I am now!”.

    The stance was rather simple, and could have been executed by a junior member of the Beggar Clan. Earlier he had doubt the identity of the person before him, for he could not bring himself to believe that Beggar Hung was still alive. The other part of him was still trying to figure out if his mind had been playing tricks on him. But the stance from the ’36 Jade Dog Hitting Stick’ arts have changed his perceptions. Based on the facial features of the man before him, Bak Fung Wan was now certain he had guessed correctly as he remarked, “Beggar Hung! How’s this possible? I’ve seen your grave and heard that you had been killed by Fisherman Ho a few weeks ago. What on earth is going on?!”.

    “Dead? No! You’re totally mistaken!”, remarked Beggar Hung with a slight smile.

    Bak Fung Wan was shocked and did not offer a reply. So Beggar Hung continued by explaining, “I might have died without the intervention of the Chancellor of the Demon Cult, Tit Yum Ching! Without her, I might have died!!”.

    “Why? What happened? What do you mean? Why would the Chancellor of the Demon Cult of all people want to save you?”, questioned Bak Fung Wan getting even more curious.

    “I was ambushed from within my own clan!”, replied Beggar Hung, not wanting to answer Bak Fung Wan’s question, and at the same time not wanting to reveal too much at this point in time.

    Upon hearing the response, Bak Fung Wan just shrugged his shoulders as he said, “I don’t quite understand!”.

    Beggar Hung’s expression started to change. He had been smiling earlier, but he took on a more serious disposition. Casting a quick glance towards Bak Fung Wan, Beggar Hung continued, “Chancellor, you may not be aware! But we’re in the midst of a major war! Several evil forces have emerged and they are all vying for control of wulin!”.

    Looking up at the pale moon, Beggar Hung continued upon sipping another cup of wine, “Chaos is now certain with every clan abandoning the old alliances and forming new ones! In the hope of gaining more individual power for themselves! For it is certain that the balance of power is sure to shift away from Wudang and Shaolin during these troubled times!”.

    Bak Fung Wan remained quiet as he listened intently to Beggar Hung. Trying his best to figure out what was going on.

    Beggar Hung paused for a moment. It was as he if he had suddenly gone into his own fantasy world, pondering over a great number of things that troubled him. After a while he appeared to remark to himself, “The forces of good and evil are no longer as clear cut as they may seem!”.

    Turning his attention back towards Bak Fung Wan, Beggar Hung added, “Only the Demon Cult led by Tit Yum Ching seeks to maintain peace in wulin! That’s why she seeks to assist those who are in danger of being eliminated!”.

    Bak Fung Wan remained silent upon hearing these words, going over the things that he had witness and seen over the past couple of days. He remembered the comments from Lightning, and finally realised that he was currently being ambush from ten different sides. Upon this realisation, Bak Fung Wan understood that he can no longer trust anyone, including Beggar Hung. For it was plainly obvious to him that Beggar Hung being an orthodox member, spoke too highly of Tit Yum Ching for his liking, and thus must have ulterior motives in mind. Besides Bak Fung Wan was still a little reluctant to believe that Tit Yum Ching harboured good intentions given it was the 5 Storms of the Demon Cult who had attacked him earlier in the evening.

    Beggar Hung then recounted the events of the past few weeks in some detail. He explained, “I learnt of a plot within my own ‘Dirty Faction’ to murder and overthrow me from a secret letter sent by Tit Yum Ching. One of her men, Brown Wood, had stumbled across the plot! At first I did not believe it to be true! However, as stated in exactly in the letter, one evening I was attacked an ambushed at midnight in my own residence by a mysterious assassin!”.

    Clenching his fists tightly together, Beggar Hung continued, “Yet, I received no assistance from my own men! They had all abandoned me! If not for the 3 Fingered Demon Zither and the 7 Fingered Demon Flute, I would have died that night! Later I learnt that the mysterious assassin who attacked me was none other than Mo Yung Bak disguised as Fisherman Ho!”.

    “How do you know that the mysterious assassin who attempted to kill you was not Fisherman Ho?”, questioned Bak Fung Wan, not totally believing Beggar Hung’s account of the events.

    “Because the mysterious assassin had used the ‘Essence Countering’ palms to defend themselves during the battle! Fisherman Ho does not possess that skill and from what I hear was only a low ranking officer within the Demon Cult! Besides Fisherman Ho is a friend of the Chancellor of the Demon Cult”, replied Beggar Hung. He sounded as if he was telling the truth.

    Bak Fung Wan was not totally convinced as he probed, “Even if the mysterious assassin was Mo Yung Bak, who on earth would be brave enough to hire him to murder you? ”, questioned Bak Fung Wan.

    “Humph! It was Rule Elder Lau! It could be no other!”, replied Beggar Hung as he slammed a fist against the table. From the tone of his voice one, could tell that he was telling the truth.

    Bak Fung Wan was totally shocked upon hearing these comments, “Rule Elder Lau? But why?”.

    “He’s next in command! Obviously he did so to gain leadership of the ‘Dirty Faction’! He could then claim leadership of the ‘Beggar Clan’ for himself!”, replied Beggar Hung.

    Bak Fung Wan recounted the events that had taken place earlier in the night, and the strange way in which Rule Elder Lau and Beggar Leung were behaving towards him. It did appear as if they had tried to force him to accept and recognise their claims to the leadership of the Beggar Clan. It suddenly struck him, and it finally became a lot clearer the motivations of the two men. In this frame of mind, Beggar Hung’s words had indeed made a lot of sense. Otherwise, Rule Elder Lau had no reason to act.

    As these thoughts surged through Bak Fung Wan’s mind, another question entered his mind. A long time ago, his wife, Lin Chun Fa had paid visit to the Beggar Clan, in an attempt to locate the whereabouts of her senior apprentice sister, Lok Gum Fa. For Lin Chun Fa had always believed that her senior apprentice sister, and good friend had survived the events that took place in Chongqing. So she had sought the Beggar Clan’s assistant and, as a result had spent many days with the Beggar Clan. During that time, a strange incident occurred within the Beggar Clan. The former leader of the Dirty Faction, and one of the current Deputy’s at that time, Beggar Fong had died of a strange illness. The Chief, Yik Fei Hung was said to have offered the position to Rule Elder Lau, but he declined, allowing Beggar Hung to take up the post instead. Upon this recollection, Bak Fung Wan quizzed, “But Rule Elder Lau has earnt a reputation as being the most loyal Beggar Clan member and is widely know for his honourable and heroic deeds! In fact, I recall that he had previously refused an offer to become leader of the ‘Dirty Faction’! So why would he stoop so low to undertake such an act as to plot your murder to gain leadership of the ‘Dirty Faction’ of the Beggar Clan now? It doesn’t make a lot of sense!”.

    Noticing that Bak Fung Wan was beginning to doubt his story, Beggar Hung rushed in to explain, “Chancellor, you may not be aware! But Rule Elder Lau has been bearing some very dark secret these past 12 years! A secret that someone has probably uncovered and has used to blackmail him to undertake such an action against his own will!”.

    Shaking his head in slight wonder, Bak Fung Wan asked, “What dark secrets could Rule Elder Lau possibly possess that would dive him to undertake such an act to cover it up from being revealed?”.

    Pausing for a moment, to think of the right words to say, Beggar Hung replied in a sincere tone, “Unfortunately, I do not know for sure! However, it is rumoured within the Beggar Clan that he had collaborated with others to murder of a member from the Divine Butterfly Sect! But not just any ordinary member, possibly your wife, Heroine Lin!!”.

    To Beggar Hung’s surprise, Bak Fung Wan reacted to his comments by leaning back, before bursting into loud and continuous laughter. Such was the magnitude of his laugh that the trees shook and the dry leaves from the tops of the trees fell softly. Covering the ground in a dull red and brown. As the leaves continued to fall, Bak Fung Wan, became silent as something crossed his mind.

    “This man cannot be trusted”, he though upon carefully examining Beggar Hung’s facial features once more. After a while Bak Fung Wan started to laughed again before gripping the handle of his sword. That way he could draw it in an instant if he needed to. Despite being seriously wounded, Bak Fung Wan was determined to go out fighting as he has always done.

    Slightly puzzled by the sudden turn of events, Beggar Hung couldn’t help but ask, “Chancellor, what’s wrong? What have I said that has made you laugh as such?”.

    In between his laughter, Bak Fung Wan replied, “Though your story sounds believable! You’ve overlooked one important point!”.

    A little intrigued Beggar Hung asked, “What’s that?”.

    “Though Rule Elder Lau carries a jagged short stick, he actually uses the smooth black marble stick, used to discipline Beggar Clan members who have broken the clan rules, in combat! Thus I know for certain that Rule Elder Lau did not kill my wife!”, replied Bak Fung Wan as he stopped laughing.

    Quickly sealing the pressure points around his left chest region, Bak Fung Wan added, “Also, I have examined the wounds on my wife’s body! It is certain that a Beggar Clan member had participated in her murder, but it was note Rule Elder Lau! Perhaps it could have even been you!”.

    “Chancellor, now you’ve gone too far! How dare you accuse me of such a thing, when I’ve just risked my life to save you! I did not participate in murdering your wife! You can be sure of that!”, angrily protested Beggar Hung as he raised his short jagged stick in the air.

    Bak Fung Wan smirked slightly upon hearing those comments. He said, “I was only joking! I know for a fact that you were not involved in killing my wife!”.

    “Oh? Why’s that?”, was all Beggar Hung could manage upon hearing those comments. Bak Fung Wan had caught him speechless.

    Despite being a little weak, Bak Fung Wan finally drew his sword. A slight ‘cling’ echoed through the air. Pointing the tip of his sword towards Beggar Hung, Bak Fung Wan said, “Because you’re not Beggar Hung! Who the heck are you? Speak!”.

    “Oh! And how do you know that I’m not Beggar Hung”, questioned Beggar Hung in amazement as reached for the short jagged stick that had been strapped to the side of his waist during this time.

    Lowering his sword slightly to his waist, Bak Fung Wan replied, “Humph! Though your disguise is a perfect image of Beggar Hung! There’s one flaw!”.

    “What flaw is that?”, questioned Beggar Hung in a curious tone.

    Pointing his sword in the direction of Beggar Hung’s ear, Bak Fung Wan replied, “Because Beggar Hung has a large black mole behind his right ear! Something I just noticed that you did not have!!”.

    Having had his cover blown, the fake Beggar Hung flashed a smile. Laughing wickedly, the fake Beggar Hung said, “Rumours throughout wulin indicated that the Gentleman Sword is nothing more than a dumb cow! I see that they’ve underestimated your intelligence! So you saw through my cover! Who would have thought it possible! Very good! Very good indeed! Ha! Ha! Ha!”.

    In the middle of the laughter, the fake Beggar Hung suddenly threw a smoke bomb on the ground. Bak Fung Wan was slightly caught off guard. Fearful of being poisoned, Bak Fung Wan was forced to dive to the left hand side to evade the fumes being emitted by the smoke bomb. He disturbed his internal energy as a result of his actions, and coughed up a mouthful of blood to the side. But strangely, the fake Beggar Hung did not use this opportunity to escape and disappear from sight. Possibly because he knew he had the upper hand on a seriously wounded Bak Fung Wan. Or perhaps he had stayed for another reason. The smoke bomb did not contain poisonous fumes as Bak Fung Wan had initially assumed. Amongst the white smoke, the fake Beggar Hung gave a warm clap before remarking, “Chancellor, though you’ve uncovered that I’m not Beggar Hung, it doesn’t change what I’ve said however!”.

    “How can you possibly expect me to trust your word now?”, remarked Bak Fung Wan as he waved his hands about to clear the smoke from in front of his face.

    “You’ll just have to trust me! Many evil forces have gathered and are slowly gaining control of the various orthodox clans one by one, by murdering the existing leader and replacing them with someone who’s loyal to them!”, replied the fake Beggar Hung, insisting that he was tying to do the right thing by Bak Fung Wan.

    Not trusting the fake Beggar Hung, Bak Fung Wan demanded in an authoritative tone, “I don’t care! If you’re not Beggar Hung! Who the heck are you? Speak!”.

    “Who am I? I am no one and yet I am everyone!”, jested the fake Beggar Hung still hiding within the smoke caused by the bomb.

    As the smoke cleared, the fake Beggar Hung suddenly reappeared, before adding in a wicked voice, “Who am I? I am YOU!”.

    Bak Fung Wan’s face lit up with horror as he saw the man who now stood before him. It was as if he was looking into a mirror and saw his own reflection. Just like that the fake Beggar Hung had just transformed into a fake Bak Fung Wan. His was caught speechless as a result. All Bak Fung Wan could do was mutter, “So you’re the famous shape changer, Yellow Air!”.

    (To be Continued)
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    thanx long for update

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    just a question - is it even possible to change to another person physically in an instant, I mean not using something like the magical 72 arts of transformation technique used by Sun Wukong

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    [quote=atlantean0208 / just a question - is it even possible to change to another person physically in an instant, I mean not using something like the magical 72 arts of transformation technique used by Sun Wukong ]

    it's more like david copperfield, the costume picked out before hand, or a special suit that is one color on the outside and another on the inside and you can switch, with face mask also prepared before hand. or the lengendary face changing skill of china(that actually exist and is a treasued art form in china, andy lau wanted to learn this but the chinese govnment stopped him as he was a hong kong citizen. it(skill) is considered a national treasure of china) or combination of face mask and face changing skill.
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    [QUOTE=kyss of the sword]
    Quote Originally Posted by atlantean0208 / just a question - is it even possible to change to another person physically in an instant, I mean not using something like the magical 72 arts of transformation technique used by Sun Wukong

    it's more like david copperfield, the costume picked out before hand, or a special suit that is one color on the outside and another on the inside and you can switch, with face mask also prepared before hand. or the lengendary face changing skill of china(that actually exist and is a treasued art form in china, andy lau wanted to learn this but the chinese govnment stopped him as he was a hong kong citizen. it(skill) is considered a national treasure of china) or combination of face mask and face changing skill.
    thanx kyss for the info

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    [QUOTE=kyss of the sword]
    Quote Originally Posted by atlantean0208 / just a question - is it even possible to change to another person physically in an instant, I mean not using something like the magical 72 arts of transformation technique used by Sun Wukong

    it's more like david copperfield, the costume picked out before hand, or a special suit that is one color on the outside and another on the inside and you can switch, with face mask also prepared before hand. or the lengendary face changing skill of china(that actually exist and is a treasued art form in china, andy lau wanted to learn this but the chinese govnment stopped him as he was a hong kong citizen. it(skill) is considered a national treasure of china) or combination of face mask and face changing skill.
    Also added to that, there are two 'shape changing' characters in this story. The Mo Yung family uses a technique similiar to the one discribed above, ie based on masks, and costumes prepared before hand...

    But I like the Demon Cult members to take on a more 'super natural' kind of feel. So Yellow Air of the 5 Elements is said to be able to bend light and fold air to create an illusion (like a hologram image) - he possesses a magic crystal which enables him to do that.
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    oops no more update for this story for long time ....and some updates have gone with the spcnet server crush... "Long" where r u????
    this is my favorite story.....pls pls more updates
    my neck is gettttttting lonnnnnnggggg

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    Quote Originally Posted by qinglong
    oops no more update for this story for long time ....and some updates have gone with the spcnet server crush... "Long" where r u????
    this is my favorite story.....pls pls more updates
    my neck is gettttttting lonnnnnnggggg
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    Haven't had the 'heart' to write for the past few months so to say - but I do want to complete this story (i mean the openining volume) before the end of Dec 2005 - just haven't gotten around to doing it...
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    hehe thanz for ur advice....sure i will be "patient" sorry to hear ur break-up thing.....anyway take ur time and good luck....keep it up!!!!

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    Just as he said, this Bak Fung Wan felt a numbing sensation in his right and left shoulder region. During his moment of shock, someone had managed to take him by surprise from behind and sealed his vital pressure points. Due to the disruption to Bak Fung Wan’s internal energy, he felt an excruciating pain as vital blood was being denied from reaching the injured areas of his body. Such was the pain that he was going to pass out any moment. But he held on with the last ounce of his strength, eager to uncover the identity and motivations of his attackers.

    As he turned around, two men appeared from behind the pavilion. It was obvious that they had been hiding there all this time, waiting to catch Bak Fung Wan off guard and seal his pressure points. Both of the men wore white robes with red trimmings. A half crescent moon was embroidered on the top right hand corner of their robes. A red head band was worn on both men’s head. A red sash was pinned over their shoulders, one over the left shoulder and the other over the right. These two men were the ‘Divinity Swordsmen’, or better known as the 3 Fingered Demon Zither and the 7 Fingered Demon Flute.

    Standing over Bak Fung Wan, the 3 Fingered Demon Zither reaffirmed, “Chancellor, what Yellow Air has just told you is the truth! Beggar Lau did indeed hire Mo Yung Bak to murder Beggar Hung! For what purpose, we do not know for sure! You can chose to believe it or not! It is up to you!”.

    “Though we were too late to save Beggar Hung from the hands of Mo Yung Bak, we are not too late to save you!”, added the 7 Fingered Demon Flute.

    “Save me? What do you mean? What’s this all about?”, questioned Bak Fung Wan once more, not sure as to what’s going on.

    “You’ve been marked for death! The same people who murdered Beggar Hung are looking to take your life tonight! We’re here to protect you!”, replied Yellow Air as he quickly acknowledge the arrival of his two comrades.

    Stroking his beard, the 3 Fingered Demon Zither continued, “Chancellor, you may not be aware, but Beggar Hung, the Head Master of the Lion Prestige Escort, the Head Master of the Emei Sect, and the Head Master of the Kunlun Sect, were all secret spies within the orthodox clans working for the Demon Cult!”.

    “Someone has uncovered this secret and had tried to blackmail them! But they had all refused to be blackmailed and thus wrote a letter our Chancellor, Tit Yum Ching, seeking our assistance to protect them! Subsequently the blackmailer hired, Mo Yung Bak to eliminate them all, and then attempt to link their murders to the Demon Cult!”, added the 7 Fingered Demon Flute to the side.

    “That’s why Mo Yung Bak had dressed himself as Fisherman Ho, a lowly ranked officer in the Demon Cult when he committed those murders!”, interrupted Yellow Air, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

    “But I can assure you that the Head Master of the Lion Prestige Escort, the Head Master of the Emei Sect, and the Head Master of the Kunlun Sect are alive and well! But for their own security, I cannot reveal to you where they are!”, continued Yellow Air to the side.

    Looking across at Yellow Air, the 3 Fingered Demon Zither explained, “The blackmailer had obviously wanted to frame the Demon Cult for those murders and force your hand to lead all of the orthodox clans against us!”.

    “But for several months you had declined to take action!”, interrupted the 7 Fingered Demon Flute.

    Nodding his head in agreement, Yellow Air confirmed, “That’s why the blackmailer wants to eliminate you tonight and gain control of the orthodox clans! He seeks to eliminate the Demon Cult first and then conquer the rest of wulin, including the various nomad clans!”.

    Bak Fung Wan remained silent upon hearing the various comments. He had been so concerned about the safety of Bak Tin Kiew for the past few months, that he did not devote much time to the management of the day to day affairs of wulin. During this time he had refused to see the various leaders from the orthodox clans who sought his assistance. On top of that he was aware that the Head Masters and leaders of the Songshan Sect, Kunlun Sect, Beggar Clan, Lion Prestige Escort, Emi Sect, and various other clans had complained about his conduct. Forcing the current Abbott of Shaolin to call an urgent summit at Shaolin to decide on the leadership of all orthodox clans. But he did not realise that his failure to deal with the mysterious murders caused by the man dressed as ‘Fisherman Ho’ would be the major reason behind the plot to murder him. Upon going down this line of thinking, the statements made by 3 Fingered Demon Zither, 7 Fingered Demon Flute, and Yellow Air made more sense to Bak Fung Wan. It is plainly obvious that a strong force has emerged within the orthodox clan, who wished to eliminate him, and gain the position of Chancellor of Wulin to dominate the world. Bak Fung Wan knew that it was now his duty to eliminate his main rivals in order to maintain peace in wulin. But at the same time he realised that, in his present state, he was now hopeless to do anything about it. Resigned to this fact, Bak Fung Wan asked, “What do you want from me?”.

    Taking a glance to observe the surroundings, the 7 Fingered Demon Flute replied, “Chancellor, we do not have much time! All we want is your cooperation to assist us in uncovering and eliminating the mysterious blackmailer!”.

    “Assist you? How?”, quizzed Bak Fung Wan as he began feeling extremely dizzy. Bak Fung Wan now realised why Yellow Air had changed his disguise to look like him. It was most obvious that he was going to be used as bait to draw the blackmailer out of hiding. This was a dangerous game of roulette being mastered mind by Tit Yum Ching. There was no guarantee of success and she was putting the life of her loyal men in grave danger. Or was she? Peering into the woods more closely, Bak Fung Wan seemed to notice a slight fluster in the bushes, indicating that someone else was hiding close by. Perhaps it could have been the famous agent, Brown Wood, but Bak Fung Wan could know for certain in his current predicament.

    “We suspect that the mysterious blackmailer has infiltrated our clan! We must therefore seek to eliminate him before he causes any further harm to our clan!”, added the 3 Fingered Demon Flute.

    “We therefore seek your assistance to uncover who he is and more importantly who he is working for!”, added Yellow Air.

    Bak Fung Wan recounted over the events earlier in the evening and assumed this was the major reason behind Lightning and the rest of the ‘5 Storms’ allowing him to escape rather than kill him. He immediately guessed that as members of the Demon Cult, the ‘5 Storms’ had worked in collaboration with the 3 Fingered Demon Zither and the 7 Fingered Demon Flute in the most unusual way to injure him so that he could not longer interfere in the events of wulin. They would then go undercover and use his identity uncover the spy that had infiltrated the Demon Cult. Never the less Bak Fung Wan was certain that Bak Tin Kiew was in their hands, and sought reassurances that they would release her, before offering to help. Having gone down this line of thought, Bak Fung Wan said, “I’ll agree to assist you, but on one condition!”.

    “What condition? Please tell us, and we’ll try our best to fulfil it!”, replied the 3 Fingered Demon Zither as he bowed slightly to acknowledge that Bak Fung Wan had offered to help them.

    “I know my daughter, Tin Kiew, has fallen into the hands of the Demon Cult! You must agree to release and protect her from harm!”, Bak Fung Wan requested in a firm tone.

    Upon hearing Bak Fung Wan’s comments, the 3 Fingered Demon Zither wanted to clear the confusion, so he explained, “Chancellor, though we have your daughter, we did not kidnap her!”.

    “That’s correct, Red Flame and Blue Water rescued her from the clutches of the Deputy Beggar Clan Chief, Ma Sai Kang!”, added the 7 Fingered Demon Flute.

    “So, Ma Sai Kang had indeed captured my daughter!”, Bak Fung Wan thought inwardly. The 3 Fingered Demon Zither and 7 Fingered Demon Flute did not need to lie to him at this moment in time. He cursed himself slightly for not heeding Tit Yum Ching’s advice earlier. For he could have rescued his daughter alone, and avoided running into the ambush set by Lightning earlier in the evening. But Bak Fung Wan could have never imagined that he would have run into an ambush this very evening, regardless of which path he had chosen. It was actually luck that he had managed to run into Yellow Air, 3 Fingered Demon Zither, and the 7 Fingered Demon Flute at this moment in time. For everyone else sought to eliminate him.

    Hearing no response from Bak Fung Wan, the three men said, “Chancellor, we agree to look after and protect your daughter from this day forth! Do we have your agreement to assist us?”.

    “As long as Tin Kiew is safe, I agree to assist you! What do you want me to do?”, replied Bak Fung Wan as he started to sway left and right slightly. The pain was becoming more unbearable.

    “Your agreement to disappear from wulin and not interfere in any of our business for the next 5 years!”, sternly replied the 3 Fingered Demon Zither.

    Seeing the wretched state that Bak Fung Wan was in Yellow Air added, “It’ll probably take you 5 five years before you’re able to fully recover from your internal injuries! So it’s best that you agree to our proposal! We’ll take care of the rest! You’ll have to trust us?”.

    Bak Fung Wan was stunned upon hearing those comments. Ever since the fateful night of Chongqing, Bak Fung Wan had wanted to retire and live a secluded life with his wife. But he could not do so because of his position. He had ruled wulin with a steady hand and had been considered as a vital pillar in maintaining peace. So he could not walk away and disappear just like that. But not in his wildest dreams, did Bak Fung Wan ever imagine that he would later be forced to retire, against his own will. He asked, “Even if I agree to retire, where should I go?”.

    “You have two choices!”, replied the 3 Fingered Demon Zither.

    Pointing in the direction towards the stone tablet with the words ‘Forgetting Villa’ inscribed on it, the 7 Fingered Demon Flute said, “You can chose to seek refuge at the Forgetting Villa were you will be accepted with open arms! Once you enter that place, no one will give a dam who you are! You will become lost to this world and be no more”.

    “Or you can chose to follow us to the Demon Valley, where we will find you a secret hiding place for you for the next 5 years! There are many secret places where no one dares to tread within the Demon Valley! So you’ll be quite safe there!”, added the 3 Fingered Demon Zither.

    Bak Fung Wan was slightly intrigued by the two proposals presented to him. Casting a glance towards Yellow Air, who was disguised exactly like him, Bak Fung Wan felt a little uneasy. For how could he entrust Yellow Air, who’s a member of the Demon Cult, with the responsibility of looking after his daughter Tin Kiew, protect his image, and more importantly look out for the best interest of the Taishan Sect. Looking at the stone tablet in the distance, Bak Fung Wan thought inwardly, “I cannot yet retire at the Forgetting Villa! It is too soon! For peace cannot be achieved without conflict!”.

    Looking at the 3 Fingered Demon Zither, and the 7 Fingered Demon Flute, another idea crossed Bak Fung Wan’s mind. He thought, “For many decades the fortress at the Demon Valley has withstood various attacks and raids from the orthodox clans! Perhaps by residing within the Demon Valley, I can learn all of the secrets of the fortress and one day lead a successful siege on it!”.

    With this in mind, Bak Fung Wan smiled, as he replied, “I’ll join you at the Demon Valley”, before suddenly passing out from the pain.

    “Excellent!”, remarked the 3 men upon witnessing Bak Fung Wan collapse in a heap.

    After a while the 3 Fingered Demon Zither remarked whilst placing a mask made of human skin on top of Bak Fung Wan’s face, “Good! Now that he’s passed out it will make it easier to take him along with us! We’ll be able to convey him safely to the Demon Valley without anyone being able to suspecting a thing!”.

    “Somehow I don’t trust him! Is it wise for us to take him up to the Demon Valley?”, remarked the 7 Fingered Demon Flute whilst casting an uneasy look at Bak Fung Wan.

    Giving a slight sigh, the 3 Fingered Demon Zither replied, “Our young Chancellor has already made the necessary arrangements! We should not doubt her abilities to foresee the future! So it’s a risk that we’ll have to take! Besides, in his present condition, the Gentleman Sword posses no threat to us!”.

    “Besides, he’ll make a powerful ally in the future should he decides to assist us upon recovering from his internal injuries!”, added Yellow Air to the side.

    “I guess that’s true!”, reluctantly remarked the 7 Fingered Demon Flute, as he began to understand the motivations of his young Chancellor, Tit Yum Ching.

    The 7 Fingered Demon Flute seemed comforted upon hearing the arguments put forth by his elder brother and comrade. Moments later he stripped Bak Fung Wan of all his belongings, including the ‘exquisite snake sword’, belt, robes, and hat before handing them over to Yellow Air, to complete the disguise. Amongst Bak Fung Wan’s belongings was a letter from Reverend Guy Hung and some wooden figurines.

    Taking the various items into his hands, Yellow Air couldn’t help but remark, “What do you suppose these wooden figurines are for?”.

    “They appear to be some gifts from a Shaolin elder! Surely you can figure out what to do with it yourself!”, smirked the 7 Fingered Demon Flute as he picked Bak Fung Wan up from the ground before slinging him over his shoulders.

    “We’re leaving now! So be mindful of your mission! Do not fail our Chancellor! Understand?”, instructed the 3 Fingered Demon Zither as he turned to leave along with his brother the 7 Fingered Demon Flute.

    Before departing, the 7 Fingered Demon Flute had some final instructions for his friend. He said, “We were on the West side earlier! The Gentleman Sword’s young apprentice, Hua Ling Do, was engaged in a battle against some masked men! You should begin there and test whether your disguise works on him first! You should seek to master your disguise before meeting his daughter Tin Kiew! She won’t be that easily fooled!”.

    “Humph! Don’t worry about me! I’ve roamed wulin long enough as other people! I’m sure I can handle this challenge!”, protested Yellow Air with a rye smile. It was true, he had assumed various disguises in the past. Because of his intelligence, and good acting skills, he had always been able to pull the various roles he had off to perfection.

    “Why should being the ‘Gentleman Sword’ be any different?”, he thought inwardly as he watched the 7 Fingered Demon Flute and 3 Fingered Demon Zither disappear from his view.

    Yellow Air, waited for both his comrades to completely disappear before wearing Bak Fung Wan’s blood stained robes and clothes. Strapping the exquisite snake sword to his waist, Yellow Air utilised his lightness kung fu and proceeded towards the West side of the lake. He raced for around 30 minutes, before he could hear the faint sounds of clashing swords and shouting echoing between the mountain ranges. The sounds got louder and louder, as he approached closer and closer to the heated battle. Upon arriving at the battle scene, Yellow Air, hid himself behind a large willow tree to observe the proceedings. As predicted by 7 Fingered Demon Flute before his departure, Yellow Air, he saw a young swordsman dressed in light blue robes with white trimmings battling against five swordsmen wielding standard broad swords. One of the masked men appeared to have a red fan strapped to the side of his waist. By the dress and appearance of the young swordsman in blue robes, Yellow Air guessed it to be the Gentleman Sword’s 3rd senior apprentice, Hua Ling Do. Examining the battle more closely, Yellow Air noticed that Hua Ling Do had suffered various cuts throughout his body. The five masked swordsman who had surrounded and attacked him appeared to be elite fighters from the orthodox clan. Being from the Demon Cult, Yellow Air was able to make this distinction, despite the five swordsman trying their best to disguise and mask their own sword stances. As he watched on to the side, Yellow Air was surprised with the fact that Hua Ling Do was capable of defending for so long against 5 swordsman despite being injured.

    “This young lad has a lot of abilities!”, Yellow Air praised inwardly as he continued to watch on. He decided that he would only intervene if and when Hua Ling Do becomes over powered by his attackers. Yellow Air realised that he did not possess the skills of the Gentleman Sword and thus did not really back his abilities in full combat against elite fighters. Getting himself killed would not assist the Demon Cult’s cause, so he remained watching on the sidelines.

    Just at that moment Hua Ling Do resorted to using several unusual and unorthodox stances not commonly associated with apprentices from the Taishan Sect against the five masked swordsmen. This forced them to leap several paces backwards in order to avoid receiving a slash to their wrist. But to Yellow Air’s surprise, Hua Ling Do suddenly appeared to collapsed in a heap as if he had suddenly been struck by a projectile of some sort. He did not appear as if he possessed the strength to protect himself as a result. By this time the five masked swordsmen had recovered. Moving forward in a five star formation, they were looking to finish Hua Ling Do off. The tips of their swords were pointed to pierce through his heart.

    Having promised to look after the affairs of the Taishan Sect during the Gentleman Sword’s absence, Yellow Air reacted out of desperation. Seeing the urgent nature of the situation, Yellow Air, unsheathed the exquisite snake sword before launching himself towards the five masked men. He gave a loud howl, like that of a wolf as he charged forward, trying his best to imitate the skills of the Gentleman Sword at the height of his powers. However, in Yellow Air’s grasp the exquisite snake sword rattled and wavered like a piece of paper. He did not possess the level of inner energy required to make the exquisite snake sword a sturdy and lethal weapon. In his hands, the sword exquisite snake sword lacked any real power. It had also taken on a sunny yellowish tinge, rather than its usual blue metallic blue. It was as if the sword could sense the presence of a new master. A flaw those close to the Gentleman Sword would be sure to distinguish.

    The five masked men became slightly startled and aborted their attacks on the young Hua Ling Do upon sensing the presence of another sword master. Leaping several paces backwards, the men prepared to defend themselves. Amongst the confusion, Yellow Air grabbed onto Hua Ling Do before assisting him to his feet. Just as he was about to throw a smoke bomb and utilise his lightness kung fu to lift Hua Ling Do to safety, a loud ‘puff’ sound echoed through the air. A shower of white powder suddenly splashed across his face. Yellow Air was totally caught unprepared that he could not block the white power before it reached his eyes. He immediately let out a loud scream of “Ah Ya”, and cursed a number of profanities under his breath.

    The white powder contained the 7 star poison that was commonly used by the nomads who reside beyond the Great Wall of China. As a natural reaction, Yellow Air immediately dropped the exquisite snake sword, and rubbed his eyes with both hands. But it only made it worse as more of the poison entered his eyes. It felt as if it his eyes had been set on fire. Sweat dripped down his spine. Yellow Air nearly passed out as a result of the pain, but manages to remain standing upright. But the poison quickly sank in and immediately blinded him.

    “Dam it!”, Yellow Air cursed once more. For darkness was the only thing appearing before his eyes. Touch, smell, and hearing were the only senses that he could now utilise to defend himself. But these senses could be easily fooled.

    Had the white dust been launched by the five masked men, Yellow Air would have been ready to defend against it. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect an ambush to come from the very person whom he had rescued. Particularly when, in his current disguise as the Gentleman Sword, the man was an apprentice of his. It was like the ultimate betrayal. A little shocked, Yellow Air mumbled in total disbelief, “Apprentice Hua, you… You… You…!”.

    But Yellow Air was greeted with only laughter. Moments later Yellow Air’s chest felt as if it had been struck by the full fury of an iron bar. Yellow Air became instantly winded as if the air had been choked out of his lungs. Clasping his bruised chest with his right hand, Yellow Air, finally understood. He had been struck by an Iron Palm. This strike could not have been executed by the Gentlemen Sword’s apprentice, Hua Ling Do, but rather an elite master from the Mo Yung family. Luckily for Yellow Air the swordsman of the Mo Yung family had only exerted 50% of his inner energy in the attack. Slightly dejected, Yellow Air, remarked, “You’re not my apprentice!”.

    “Of course not!”, jested the masked men to the side.

    Ignoring the various jests, Yellow Air continued, “If I’ve guessed correctly, then you must be Mo Yung Bak”.

    “Ha! Ha! So the Gentleman Sword is not dumb after all!”, smirked Mo Yung Bak as he removed the skin mask from his face and threw the Taishan uniform into the bushes nearby.

    One could now see that Mo Yung Bak was a tall, well-built, and handsome young man in his mid 20s. Although he had removed the skin mask from his face, he was still wearing a plain white mask underneath. It was obvious that he wanted to cover the lower portion of his face from sight and keep his true image a secret. A pair of eyes as sharp as that of an eagle was revealed underneath. His physical stature was the same as that of Fai Fei Sit. He also had a noble feel and look about him. Almost like that of a Prince. There was not a blemish on the upper portion of his rounded face. He appeared relax and composed.

    On this night, Mo Yung Bak chose to wear a long black robe with white trimmings. His hair was neatly combed and tied at the centre by a rectangular black cap. The precious Iron Sword was strapped by the side of his right waist. A piece of rounded jade was tied to the handle of the sword with a red string. The words, ‘Mo Yung family’ were carved into the piece of jade. He carried a short white marble flute in his hands. He was gently tapping it against his thigh.

    It was obvious that Mo Yung Bak had been hired to murder the Gentleman Sword. Knowing that his opponent was highly skilled Mo Yung Bak elected to disguise himself as Hua Ling Do and ambush the Gentleman Sword from behind. Normally Mo Yung Bak would not resort to using such cowardly tactics, but he was well aware of his own capabilities as a fighter and realise very few people would be capable of injuring the Gentleman Sword in open combat. Besides he did not seek a duel with the Gentleman Sword, but rather sought to eliminate him through the quickest possible methods. As such using ambush was the only way he could have succeeded tonight.

    “Why?”, questioned Yellow Air slightly bewildered by the situation. He was aware that Mo Yung Bak had been involved in the murders of the various orthodox master’s, but did not know the exact motivations of the attacks. Or whom Mo Yung Bak was really working for. So Yellow Air wanted to tease out and confront this issue at this moment in time.

    “That you’ll never know! Let’s just say I received an offer that I could not refuse!”, was all that Mo Yung Bak cared to reveal.

    By now the masked men were becoming impatient. The masked man with the red fan, immediately stepped forward. Motioning his finger towards Yellow Air, who had now slumped to the ground in pain, he said in an authoritative tone, “Brother Mo Yung, we had an agreement! Why don’t you finish him?”.

    These comments seemed to have angered Mo Yung Bak. Snickering slightly, he replied, “Humph, the agreement I have is with your father! Your orders mean nothing to me!”.

    “Humph!”, was all the masked man with the red fan could manage. He immediately shot a glare towards Mo Yung Bak, who was at this moment smiling slightly.

    From the hostile tone, in which these men were speaking to each other, it was most obvious that these two men did not like each other. But rather more like two long time rivals who had put their differences aside on this one occasion to accomplish a common goal.

    Turning towards the masked man with the red fan, Mo Yung Bak added, “Besides, killing an injured man is cowardly and shameful act! This task is better left for the wild dogs!”.

    “Humph! Brother Mo Yung, how dare you…”, shouted the masked man with the red fan. He was clearly angered by these comments. Strapping the red fan to the side of his waist, he immediately motioned to draw his sword and confront Mo Yung Bak.

    Seeing that matters may get out of hand, one of the other masked men stepped forward. Placing a hand on the handle of the other masked man’s hands to prevent him from drawing it, he said, “Eh, Senior apprentice brother, we’re all friends here tonight!”.

    “That’s correct! The job is not yet done!”, agreed another of the masked man.

    “Let’s just finish the job and worry about everything else later”, added the another of the masked man.

    These comments seem to have calmed the masked man carrying the red fan down. The fifth of the masked man began motioning towards, Yellow Air, with the tip of his sword pointed forwards. The blow was aimed towards his heart. Standing over Yellow Air, the fifth masked man said in an arrogant tone, “Chancellor, if you have any last wishes, it’s best to reveal them now, rather than be a regretful ghost in the underworld! This is your last chance!”.

    “If you want to beg for your life, we’re also willing to hear your pleas”, jested the other masked men.

    Yellow Air was at this moment defenceless. Firstly, he had hopelessly dropped the exquisite snake sword on the ground. Secondly, he was now blind, and had no idea where the attack would come from. Thirdly, he had received a deadly Iron Palm from Mo Yung Bak. At best he had only 50% of his inner energy available to defend himself. Realising that his fate is likely sealed at this moment, Yellow Air, gave a slight ironical laugh. Earlier tonight he saved the life of the real Gentleman Sword, but he himself would somehow end up on the wrong end of the bargain, having walked into another trap. If he were to die, Yellow Air, also knew that he would have let his own Chancellor, Tit Yum Ching, down as well. But there wasn’t anything he could do to change his fate. So he gave out another loud ironical laugh, before remarking in defiance, “The hell with you all! You’re not going to have the pleasure of hearing me beg or plea for my own life! Just finish it and be gone!”.

    “Humph!”, shouted the fifth masked swordsman as he lowered his sword and plunged it forward. He did not intend to kill Yellow Air with this strike but rather cause him severe harm. Being an arrogant and cocky type, this masked man was determined to shame Yellow Air before his death.

    Suddenly a tearing sound and a loud scream suddenly echoed in the cold evening air. A spurt of hot blood suddenly shot out from Yellow Air’s belly. Staining the sword that had struck it with a stream of red before splashing over the face of the swordsman who had struck the blow. The violent smell of blood filled the air and a chorus of howls from stray wolves could be heard nearby.

    The masked men laughed once more, as the fifth masked swordsman asked again, “Chancellor, if you wish to live, then we’re willing to hear your pleas!”.

    Suffering a serious wound, Yellow Air gave a loud yell of “Ah Ya” as he twitched in pain. Such was the magnitude of the scream that it shook the mountain ranges and echoed for miles away. It was certain that the yell would attract attention nearby. In the middle of his screams, Yellow Air, replied again in defiance, “The hell with you all! You bastards will get no such pleasure from me!”.

    Shouting out loud only made Yellow Air’s injury worse as blood spurted out from the lower stomach region and flowed like water. A small pool of red blood formed on the ground where Yellow Air huddled. He coughed up a mouthful of blood upon as the inner energy within him fluctuated uncontrollably. He had lost all sense of balance and self control. Blinded by the 7 star poison Yellow Air could only manage to reach out aimlessly on the ground in an attempt to recover the exquisite snake sword for one last stand. This assignment was more than he had bargained for and it appeared as if his life would end tonight. With these thoughts in mind, Yellow Air became slightly panic stricken. To Mo Yung Bak and the 5 masked swordsman, Yellow Air appeared to have totally lost his wits and that they had succeeded in breaking his spirit. But how could these men possibly realise Yellow Air’s real motivations for wanting to live? An important task had been assigned to him that he could not afford to let his own Chancellor, Tit Yum Ching, down. Thus when one is in this situation they struggle on to find a way to live against all odds, holding on with every last breath left in their bodies.

    Having had his fun, the firth masked man went for the death blow. This time he lifted the sword and aimed for the heart region. Time was now fast against them and the masked man wanted to finish Yellow Air quickly before someone else arrives to investigate the scream and catches them in the act. Just as he was about to thrust the sword forward, a swishing sound could be heard through the air. It was followed by a loud ‘cling’ as a circular projectile stuck the sword out of the grasp of the masked man.

    “Ha! What the heck?”, cried the masked man as he spun around.

    But he was met by a smoke bomb containing knock out gas. This caused the fifth masked man to leap several paces backwards. Three men wearing blue robes with white trimmings immediately leapt forward from the smoke to protect Yellow Air’s body. One of the men wore a blue rectangular hat on his head, indicating that he was one of the senior apprentices of the Gentleman Sword.

    “Brother Hua, take master to safety!”, two Taishan Sect apprentices could be heard shouting through the smoke as they drew their swords to protect Hua Ling Do and Yellow Air.

    From a distance one could see that the young man who had just arrived was indeed the real Hua Ling Do. Earlier he was with Bak Tin Kiew attempting to escape from the masked men who were pursuing after them. This was shortly after the incident at the abandoned Yu Fei temple. But they become separated when Red Flame and Blue Water arrived in the midst of a heated battle between them. They immediately snatched Bak Tin Kiew away from the chaos and rode off on their horses. Hua Ling Do was left to defend himself against the two masked men and was easily overpowered by them. All the masked men were concerned about was pursuing after Bak Tin Kiew, so they left Hua Ling Do alone, and made for their horses before attempting to chase down Red Flame and Blue Water.

    Seeing that the masked men had been relentless in pursing after Bak Tin Kiew, Hua Ling Do decided to head back towards the city to find his master, the Gentleman Sword, to assist him. But he ran into four Taishan Sect apprentices along the way. They advised him that the Gentleman Sword had taken off with members of the Beggar Clan. Thinking there was no time to run around the city and look for the Gentleman Sword, Hua Ling Do dispatched two of the apprentices to the Beggar Clan headquarters in Luoyang to inform the Gentleman Sword that Bak Tin Kiew had been captured by Red Flame and Blue Water. He decided to take the other two apprentices with him to save Bak Tin Kiew. They decided to return to the scene of the battle where Bak Tin Kiew had been taken away by Red Flame and Blue Water. Upon finding no further clues, Hua Ling Do decided to try his luck and followed the trail horse hooves on the ground. Not long after they arrived on the other side of the mysterious lake when they heard a loud scream echoing nearby. So they immediately went to investigate the source of the sound, and stumbled across the battle. How the Gentleman Sword came to be at the battle, they did not know nor care. Rescuing him was the only thing presently on their minds.

    “Take care!”, shouted Hua Ling Do as he wasted no time in setting off. He bent over to retrieve the exquisite snake sword, before slinging the body of Yellow Air over his shoulders. Having secured the safety of his master for the time being Hua Ling Do utilised his lightness kung fu and took off in the direction of the bamboo and willow forest. Where he was going, he did not know. In such a situations, it was the case of survival first and questions later. Hua Ling Do’s natural animal instincts of survival immediately took over. He only had one purpose in mind, That was to get as far away as possible from the various masked men that was pursing him.

    “Surely they will be able to hold them off!”, Hua Ling Do though inwardly as he glanced over his shoulders upon hearing the sounds of clashing swords. The two Taishan Sect apprentices were currently engaged in a heated battle.

    But as Hua Ling Do raced away, he could hear two terrifying screams of “Ah Ya”, from behind. It did not take long for two junior apprentices of the Taishan Sect to be over powered and slained. Shortly after the screams, the five masked men were quickly on his trail. They were in fact only a few paces away. But there were only five rather than six pursuers. One of the men did not bother to give chase. That man was Mo Yung Bak. From the corner of his eyes, Hua Ling Do could see that Mo Yung Bak had taken another path before disappearing from sight. Perhaps he had matters to take care of or perhaps there was something else that made him change his path. For it appeared as if a white blur was following in the same direction as Mo Yung Bak had taken. But that was the last thing on Hua Ling Do’s mind.

    Placed in such an urgent situation, Hua Ling Do decided to reach down towards a small bag tied around his waist, before taking a fistful of smoke bombs containing knockout gas in his hands. He systematically launched them as he ran to slow the pace of his pursuers. As Hua Ling Do approached a clearing, a number of swishes could be heard through the air. A shower or projectiles had been launched in the air towards him. Hua Ling Do managed to spot them right at the last moment. He was forced to slow his pace, and change his stride in order to avoid being struck by them. This gave a chance for the masked men to catch up. With Yellow Air on his back, there wasn’t anything Hua Ling Do could do other than to quickly duck and weave behind a tree. He waited until the projectiles had lodged into the trees nearby before he continued on his way.

    But as Hua Ling Do continued forward another 5 masked men leaped out from the thicket of bushes and gave chase. They cursed and taunted Hua Ling Do as they ran, stating that if he did not hand over the Gentleman Sword’s body that they would cut him up into a million pieces when they eventually catch him. But how could they have possibly expected Hua Ling Do to comply with such a request? Given that he had treated his master like a father. Within seconds there were now 10 masked men in pursuit of Hua Ling Do. But the five masked men who had just joined in the chase were dressed differently from the previous ones. These masked men wore a plain black mask on their face rather than a sash.

    Despite running at a frantic pace, Hua Ling Do was still able to guess the differences between the two groups of men that were after him. But he did not have the luxury of think time, and attempted to increase his pace to lose them. But somehow each of the men ended up being able to gain on him, mainly because his pace was slowed with someone on his back and partially because his skills were not as refined as the others. Once again, Hua Ling Do was forced to use smoke bombs to force the masked men backwards. But this only provided temporary relief however.

    The further Hua Ling Do ran, it appeared as if the situation only ended up getting got worst. For at every regular interval he was required to duck, dodge and weave from a variety of projectiles that were fired in his direction. A number of ambushes had been set throughout the forest and masked men attacked him from every possible angle. It took about 30 minutes before 10 masked men turned into over 40 masked men that were hotly pursuing after him. By now Hua Ling Do’s arms and legs ached badly. A couple of five star projectiles had lodged deeply into his right shoulder and left thigh. Luckily for him they had not been poisoned. But these wounds slowed his pace down substantially that the various masked men were now gaining on him. Looking directly forward, Hua Ling Do saw a glimmer of hope. There was a clearing in the forest nearby.

    “Perhaps that’s where the Forgetting Villa is located!”, Hua Ling Do thought. During his various journeys through wulin, he had met and made a number of friends with people who have recently retired to live in seclusion at the Forgetting Villa. So he was confident that in time of need they would be there for him. With this in mind he focussed on the clearing ahead, and raced with on with determination. He felt another stinging sensation on his right thigh as he ran. Another 5 star projective had lodged into his right thing. The hot blood dripping down his back and the side of his leg only made him more determined to reach his destination.

    The masked men had now closed the gap from 10 paces to 3 paces in the short space of time. They began to take swipes at Hua Ling Do with their broad swords, hoping to strike him down in cold blood. Unfortunately for Hua Ling Do, he had ran out of smoke bombs and could not force them back. So he had to run in a zig –zag pattern, using the trees to block the various strikes. The bamboo trees fell one by one to the side as Hua Ling Do continued forward. But the masked men were coming on like a swarm of flies eager to feast on the meat of a dead carcass.

    In Hua Ling Do’s darkest hour, the two Taishan apprentices whom he dispatched to look for the Gentleman Sword came through for him. They had returned with another 8 Taishan apprentices. All of the Taishan apprentices had been travelling through the thicket of bushes when they saw Hua Ling Do racing towards them with what appeared to be the Gentleman Sword on his back. It was most obvious to them that the group of masked men were up to now good, so they immediately raced faced forward to provide assistance. Hua Ling Do’s second senior apprentice brother, Ling Wu Mun was amongst them. Drawing their swords to delay the masked men’s pursuit, Ling Wu Mun shouted, “Brother Hua, take master to safety! We’ll do our best to hold them!”.

    “Brother Ling Wu, be careful and take care!”, shouted Hua Ling Do as rushed pass them. He did not know whether he would ever see his second senior apprentice brother again. For Ling Wu Mun was not the most skilled fighters amongst the Gentleman Sword’s apprentices. But he was the most cunning one. Either way Hua Ling Do was certain that Ling Wu Mun and the other Taishan apprentices would be able to delay the pursuit of the masked men, and give him the necessary breathing space to lose them. With this in mind, Hua Ling Do slowed his pace slightly, and reached down towards a small bag tied around his waist. Having used up all of his smoke bombs, he grabbed a fist full of projectiles in his hands. Readying himself for another ambush. Observing the trees more closely, Hua Ling Do noticed something odd. An ‘X’ had been carved into every fourth tree.

    “This is most unusual”, he thought as he followed the path of the trees carved with an ‘X’ with his eyes. He smiled slightly as he realised that anyone following that path would be led away from the clearing. This was the miracle he needed to lose his pursuers. Hua Ling Do instantly thought of an idea. He would move slowly from willow tree to willow tree. That way he would remain out of sight and trick the mask men into thinking that he had followed the path of the trees marked with an ‘X’ on them.

    As Hua Ling Do moved onto the sixth willow tree, the terrifying screams of “Ah Ya” echoed through the air behind him, one after another. This was an indication that the Taishan Sect apprentices were being slaughtered. But they had accomplished what they had set out to do. They had given Hau Ling Do a safe passage through the bamboo and willow forest maze. Hua Ling Do dared not move upon hearing the screams. Instead he waited. Frozen behind the sixth willow tree, until he was certain that the masked men had taken the wrong path. He breathed a sigh of relief when he counted 40 pairs of footsteps had raced past him, therefore taking the wrong path. But Hua Ling Do knew that they’d be back shortly. So he journeyed on.

    Moments later Hua Ling Do exited the bamboo forest, and approached the large clearing in the middle of the bamboo and willow forest. There was a large stone tablet to his right with the words, “Graveyard of Wandering Souls”, carved into the surface. Hua Ling Do noticed something else odd as he entered the graveyard. It was littered with various tombstones with names, which he did not recognise at first. But as he entered deeper into the graveyard, he could recognise some of the names that had been carved onto the tombstone. They included the three immortal scholars that led the rebellion against the Mongols, Lok Kung King, Du Ming Yit, and Mo Yung Kei. As Hua Ling Do walked forward he became totally speechless. Two tombstones stood side by side. On the first tombstone was carved the name of, “Lin Chun Fa”. Hua Ling Do was filled with shock upon reading the name of the tombstone besides Lin Chun Fa’s tombstone. It had the characters “Here lies Bak Fung Wan” carved into it.

    Shocked and stunned, Hua Ling Do cried out loud as a stream of tears flowed uncontrollably down his face, “What the heck! This cannot be!”.

    Lowering himself slightly so that he could place the body of Yellow Air on the floor, Hua Ling Do continued, “Master, wake up! You cannot die! There are many great deads that await you! Don’t leave this world now!”.
    "Seems, madam! Nay it is, I know not seems!" - Hamlet, William Shakespeare

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    Long.... thanz millions!!!!.... i'll be waiting patienly til the end of the story...i'm the faithful reader of ur story

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    Please update soon! am enjoying your story very much! Many thanks Long!
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    Totally insane ......... I just started reading yesterday and can't stop. I'm at chapter 15. You're a genius man. You should send this in to be made into a movie or something. Hehe. As I see a lot of remakes so I'm guessing they have no talents left in the movie business. Anyways, awesome work man.

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    It been months since your last update Long. Plz update soon

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