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As Jia Xingliang emerged, a group of celebrities from Hong Kong Island and members of the Feng Shui Community began to murmur among themselves. Jiang Chen also turned his gaze towards Jia Xingliang, who today wore a dark long robe, paired with blue cloth shoes, and carried a long sword on 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 imbued with a fierce aura, indicated that this Southeast Asian Feng Shui Master was not to be underestimated.
Ignoring the chatter around him, Jia Xingliang approached the ship's railing, resting one hand on the banister as he gazed intently ahead. The cruise ship and fishing boats were separated by hundreds of meters, yet when Jia Xingliang's eyes met those of the figure in black robes, it felt 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 loudly, his voice strong and unwavering.
“Ha! Is your master afraid or dead? How could he let you take his place?” Tu Li sneered from his position.
“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 courting death. Thirty years ago, your master used underhanded tactics to defeat me. Now that I’ve returned after three decades, I am not the same man I once was. Your master wouldn’t stand a chance against me now, let alone you,” Tu Li scoffed dismissively. After all, he and Gu Yun Nan were of the same generation; now Gu Yun Nan had sent his disciple to face him—wasn’t that an insult?
“You speak arrogantly! The techniques from Southeast Asia are mere trifles compared to our Chinese arts. You truly overestimate yourself. My master defeated you openly thirty years ago; today, I will do the same,” Jia Xingliang declared proudly. Regardless of whether he could win or not, he had to maintain his confidence.
“Then I’ll kill you first and then your master,” Tu Li laughed derisively.
“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 prior, when his master Gu Yun Nan battled Tu Li on Black Dragon Island, Jia Xingliang had been present. That confrontation left a deep impression on him; he had always yearned for the 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 the bottleneck in his own skills and advance further.
This time, it was his master who had paved the way for him; of course, it was also because Jia Xingliang’s own skills were indeed remarkable. Without the right tools, how could one handle delicate work? As Gu Yun Nan's most favored disciple, if he lacked confidence in Jia Xingliang, he would never have sent him into such a perilous situation.
Chinese magic is renowned worldwide, and Feng Shui techniques from Hong Kong Island can be considered the essence of Chinese arts. Practitioners of Feng Shui from Hong Kong Island have always looked down upon even those from mainland China, let alone those from Southeast Asia.
Tu Li was indeed a talented practitioner of magic; he mastered various Xuanmen techniques from Southeast Asia and possessed strange powers and witchcraft abilities. 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 when Jia Xingliang took action, while it might not guarantee an easy victory, he certainly wouldn’t face an easy defeat either; at the very least, they would be evenly matched.
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