The newcomer was none other than Feng Yijian.
Feng Yijian was loyal to Shen Lang and had been residing at the White Horse Club, thus he had a good relationship with Yang Ce and Yang Junlin.
However, Feng Yijian practiced swordplay daily in the primeval forest of Nanshan, leaving at seven in the morning and returning past midnight.
When Rong Haodong arrived with the old monk, Yang Ce sensed great danger and called Feng Yijian for help.
At this crucial moment, Feng Yijian finally arrived, which made Yang Ce breathe a sigh of relief.
"Your Highness, I apologize for being late."
Feng Yijian looked at Yang Ce with some guilt.
"Master Feng, please do not say such things. You have arrived just in time to save my son's life. I am already immensely grateful."
Yang Ce looked at Feng Yijian with gratitude.
"Old man, who are you to dare interfere here and save someone? Are you tired of living?"
As Yang Ce finished speaking, Rong Haodong reacted, pointing at Feng Yijian and shouting angrily.
"Ah—"
After Rong Haodong’s outburst, Feng Yijian raised his right hand, and the black sword on the ground flew swiftly into his grasp. With a gentle swing of the black sword, Rong Haodong’s index finger, which he had used to point, was severed and fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.
A finger is connected to the heart. With one finger cut off by Feng Yijian, Rong Haodong let out a pig-like scream.
"Young Master Rong—"
The old monk, who had been kicked away, quickly rushed to Rong Haodong's side. He pressed several acupoints on Rong Haodong's wrist to stop the bleeding and then applied a bottle of white ointment to the severed finger area.
After this, the old monk picked up Rong Haodong's severed finger, reattached it, and then tore off a piece of his kasaya to wrap around Rong Haodong's hand.
"Young Master Rong, rest assured. This is our temple's specially made White Jade Bone-Mending Paste, which has miraculous effects for bone regeneration. Once reattached, it will heal within a month even without surgery."
The old monk said calmly to Rong Haodong.
"Master, thankfully you are here. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable. Thank you."
Rong Haodong looked at the old monk and said gratefully, then turned to Feng Yijian and said coldly, "Old man, who are you to dare attack me? Are you tired of living?"
"Young Master Rong, he is none other than Feng Yijian, the second-ranked swordsman in the Dragon Country."
As Rong Haodong finished speaking, the old monk interjected, "The current number one swordsman is Dugu Jian. Her sword can kill gods and slay Buddhas; she has reached an unparalleled realm. No one in this world can withstand a single strike from her. After Dugu Jian, it is Feng Yijian."
"Feng Yijian?"
Hearing the old monk's words, Rong Haodong recovered his senses and said coldly, "I have heard of this name. They say his sword is very formidable. Master, do you have the confidence?"
"His sword may be formidable, but my fists can shatter anything."
The old monk looked at Rong Haodong and smiled, "Young Master Rong, rest assured, I will avenge your severed finger right now."
"Good, Master, you are indeed a master. Your ambition is boundless. Capture this old man, and I will immediately have one hundred billion transferred to your account. You have worked hard all these years to save all sentient beings, and it is time for you to enjoy yourself."
"Not only that, but I also have several lovers, all of whom are popular female stars. They are top-tier in physique and skills. I will send them to you, Master, so you can impart Buddhist teachings to them."
Upon hearing this, the old monk's eyes lit up and he said, "Ascetics are detached from worldly desires and should remain unmoved by these things. However, since Young Master Rong bestows them, I will gratefully accept."
"Haha, Master, you are too kind. This is what you deserve."
Rong Haodong chuckled and said, "First, kill this old man Feng Yijian, then torment Yang Ce and his son to death, and finally kill Shen Lang. These three matters must all be accomplished."
"Young Master Rong, rest assured, not a single one will be missed. I will kill this obstacle, Feng Yijian, right now."
The old monk flicked his arm and then walked towards Feng Yijian step by step, smiling at him. "Feng Yijian, I didn't expect to see you again after so many years. I didn't kill you back then, so I will fulfill that wish today."
"Xiao Rulai, you demon monk, you are still alive. There is truly no justice in this world."
Feng Yijian recognized the appearance of the old monk and said angrily, "You beast who has lost all conscience, you are still alive. This is the greatest mockery of justice. But today, I will act on behalf of heaven and send you, you beast, to hell."
The old monk's name was Xiao Rulai. The first smile of Rulai was compassionate, the second was poor and humble, and the third was that Rulai did not touch women.
He was a demon monk, ruthless, greedy for wealth, and lustful. He had killed countless people and defiled an innumerable number of girls. When Feng Yijian was wandering in Shu in his youth, he saw Xiao Rulai attempting to force himself on a girl and thus engaged in a fierce battle with Xiao Rulai, resulting in mutual injury.
Decades have passed. Feng Yijian had become the renowned second swordsman of the Dragon Country, while Xiao Rulai had lived in obscurity, with everyone believing he was dead. Unexpectedly, he was still alive in this world.
"Kill me?"
Hearing Feng Yijian's words, Xiao Rulai laughed loudly. "Many people have wanted to kill me over the years, but their graves are now ten meters high. You want to kill me? You are seeking death."
"Feng Yijian, you ruined my good deed back then, causing me severe injuries. I have been tormented by your Heart-Piercing Sword Qi for decades. Today, I will skin you alive and tear your flesh, tormenting you to death."
Although Xiao Rulai was not killed by Feng Yijian in their past battle, Feng Yijian's sword qi had pierced Xiao Rulai's heart, causing him to feel as if his heart was being pierced from time to time, causing him excruciating pain.
Xiao Rulai had endured this deep-seated hatred for decades. Now that he had met his enemy, Xiao Rulai could finally unleash his inner hatred.
"Enough talk, let's fight. Today, we will see who dies here."
Feng Yijian had also long wished to kill this scum Xiao Rulai, so instantly, terrifying sword energy enveloped his entire body. The black sword in his hand emanated a bloodthirsty cold glow as he spoke to Xiao Rulai.
"Come—"
As Feng Yijian finished speaking, a sinister smile curved on Xiao Rulai's lips. He then charged forward like a leopard, reaching Feng Yijian in the blink of an eye. He gathered immense power in his fist and struck Feng Yijian with a heavy blow.
This punch was not fast, but before the fist even arrived, a terrifying surge of fist energy hit Feng Yijian.
However, the terrifying sword energy surrounding Feng Yijian instantly dissolved the fist energy into nothingness. He then raised his sword and thrust it towards Xiao Rulai.
Facing Feng Yijian's lightning-fast sword strike, Xiao Rulai's lips curled into a sinister smile. He swiftly dodged the attack and then slammed his fist heavily onto Feng Yijian's black sword.
This punch hit the body of the black sword, causing it to emit a deafening hum. If Feng Yijian had not infused power into the sword, it would have been shattered by this blow.
"This demon monk is getting stronger."
After this brief exchange, Feng Yijian knew that his opponent was no longer the same as before.