Chapter 31: Assault (Seeking Collection)
Chapter 31: Assault (Seeking Collection)
Fang Xi reached into his arms and pulled out a small medicinal vial. From it, he poured out a pink pill and directly slipped it into Chunyu’s mouth.
Although Chunyu was unconscious, she subtly resisted. However, Fang Xi had no intention of being courteous with her. He forcefully pried open her teeth and used his finger to push the pill down her throat. . .
In addition, he pulled out a few gold needles and inserted them into Chunyu’s head.
"Ugh. . ."
Chunyu's eyelids trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes, her usually clear gaze now clouded and hazy.
"Tell me your name. . ."
Fang Xi's eyes flared with intense light, and his words carried a strange power. This was the 'Bewitching Art'!
It was a small trick Fang Xi had learned from Jiu Xuan Shang Ren. It not only required the use of medicine and acupuncture, but could only be employed by a cultivator with Divine Consciousness on a mortal without Divine Consciousness. If the target was even a Qi Refinement first-level cultivator, it would be completely ineffective, thus having many restrictions.
"Chunyu. . ."
Chunyu's eyes suddenly glimmered with a faint green light as she answered blankly.
"Tell me your position in Yuan He Mountain. . . " Fang Xi continued to ask.
"Yuan He Mountain's deacon stationed in Black Stone City. . ."
"What is your purpose in coming out this time?"
"To capture Zhang Jun Ming. Uncle-Master Linghu Yang ordered that he must be kept alive. . ."
"Capture? That's a bit strange. . . " Fang Xi rubbed his chin. "Tell me all the martial arts you know. . . and if there are manuals or Divine Intent diagrams, tell me their locations. . ."
...
Half an hour later.
"What a pity. . ."
Fang Xi gazed at Chunyu’s beautiful figure with a sigh. According to her confession while under the Bewitching Art, she had not cultivated Yuan He Mountain's famous sect-guarding secret technique—the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand!
In fact, through the entire Yuan He Mountain branch, only Linghu Yang had received the true force, and even that was an incomplete part, reaching only the true Force Martial Master level, with no content for the subsequent Martial God stage.
Oh, in Chunyu’s mind, there was another term for Grandmaster—True Vigor Martial Saint!
Other than that, this woman was of no great use.
Fang Xi's palm lightly caressed her delicate hair, then brushed over her smooth earlobe, her small chin, and finally came to her swan-like, slender neck.
Crack!
His expression was indifferent as he twisted the woman's neck. Thus, a generation of beauty met her demise.
No melodramatic events transpired.
"It seems I still have to face Linghu Yang directly."
Fang Xi genuinely did not want to fight a True Force Martial Master, who was comparable to a second-layer Body Cultivator. Even if the opponent wasn't a cultivator and lacked many techniques, he now had no other choice.
...
Half a month passed quickly.
Yuan He Mountain branch.
As one by one the outward-bound teams vanished, never to return, even the dullest disciples realized something was amiss.
One or two teams disappearing could be attributed to bad luck. But for all the disciples sent out to search for supplies to go missing—that was certainly not something that mindless wooden puppets or cursed beings could accomplish!
Outside, there was definitely a terrifying enemy hunting Yuan He Mountain’s forces!
Furthermore, the opponent’s tracking techniques were incredibly sophisticated. Linghu Yang, in a fit of rage, went out on several patrols, even disguising himself as an ordinary disciple and mixing in with the teams as bait, yet he could never catch a glimpse of that cunning enemy’s trace!
Affected by this, the previously agreed-upon martial arts hall alliance immediately shifted back to a wait-and-see attitude. After all, those old foxes were most adept at gauging the wind and acting like weathercocks.
And as Linghu Yang’s temper grew more irritable, constantly scolding and beating ordinary disciples, many disciples couldn't bear the pressure and fled. This led to a situation where the large Yuan He Mountain now seemed to be on the verge of collapsing like a tree with its monkeys scattering. . .
"Damn it!"
Jiao Wu Chang gazed at the main gate. That originally ordinary entrance now seemed like a terrifying abyss. Outside the Yuan He Mountain stronghold, countless monsters seemed to be lurking, specifically hunting them.
Only by Linghu Yang’s side could he feel a sliver of safety. He no longer dared to go out, but with the daily consumption of food, his anxiety grew day by day.
"Deacon, our food is running out, what should we do?"
A Yuan He Mountain disciple came to Jiao Wu Chang’s side and whispered his report.
"How is that possible?"
Jiao Wu Chang instinctively disbelieved, as they were the best-prepared force. But after thinking about it, his face turned from pale to red, a hint of ferocity appearing: "Today, I will personally lead a search of all disciple rooms. All the captured women will be killed, starting with this deacon’s own. . . Won't that save a lot of food?"
"Yes. . ."
The disciple wanted to say more, but since the deacon himself was willing to take the lead in executing the magistrate's concubine, he had nothing else to say.
"You may leave. . ."
After dismissing the disciple, Jiao Wu Chang felt an increasing sense of oppression in his heart and muttered to himself, "No. . . I must go and speak with Uncle-Master Linghu Yang. This cannot go on!"
Recently, Linghu Yang's whereabouts had also been a little strange, but Jiao Wu Chang had subconsciously ignored this abnormality long ago.
After mentally organizing his words, he arrived at Linghu Yang's door, respectfully knocked three times, and spoke, "Uncle-Master Linghu, Jiao Wu Chang requests an audience!"
"Come in!"
Linghu Yang’s voice was very calm, like an undercurrent beneath an iceberg.
Jiao Wu Chang pushed the door open and saw Linghu Yang putting on his outer robe, smiling as he looked at him: "Wu Chang, how long have we known each other?"
"Since the day you arrived in Black Stone City, Wu Chang has followed you. It has been three years and six months now, by my count."
Jiao Wu Chang bowed as he replied.
"But. . . you have betrayed my trust," Linghu Yang said faintly.
Jiao Wu Chang immediately knelt on the ground: "I beg for your forgiveness, my lord. This is truly due to that treacherous scoundrel causing trouble in the shadows. . . that there weren't enough captured martial artists. . ."
Half a month ago, when transmitting orders to the various martial arts hall masters, Linghu Yang had given Jiao Wu Chang a task.
Originally, with Yuan He Mountain's strength, ambushing and capturing some lone martial artists was very simple. But ever since that accursed mortal enemy appeared recently, Jiao Wu Chang hadn't even dared to step out of the gate, so naturally, capturing martial artists was out of the question.
"Forget it, do one more thing for me, and I will forgive you. " Linghu Yang walked to a spot in the room, lifted the floorboards to reveal a dark hole, and beckoned: "Follow me!"
"This subordinate is willing to sacrifice his life and be trampled to death for you, without a single regret!"
Jiao Wu Chang hurriedly followed, somewhat surprised in his heart. When had Linghu Yang dug a secret passage in his own bedroom?
This passage was not long; after entering, it led to a cellar. And in the cellar, astonishingly, was. . .
Jiao Wu Chang's eyes widened slightly.
And Linghu Yang’s eerie voice floated in: "Didn't you say. . . you would sacrifice yourself for me? Then I shall grant you your wish!"
"Ah!"
From within the cellar, a spine-chilling scream suddenly erupted.
...
"Brother Fang!"
Zhang Jun Ming stood side by side with Fang Xi, looking at the Yuan He Mountain stronghold under the overcast sky. These past days, he and Fang Xi had joined forces, scattering and annihilating Yuan He Mountain's outward-bound teams, forcing Yuan He Mountain to cower within its walls. This had thoroughly vented his frustration, leaving his heart feeling incredibly refreshed. "Now there aren't many Yuan He Mountain disciples left, and only Jiao Wu Chang can fight, but he's also holed up. What should we do next?"
"It's simple. We'll storm in through the front gate. You hold back Jiao Wu Chang, and I'll deal with Linghu Yang. It's that simple!"
Fang Xi weighed the strength of both sides and made his decision. Now, the tables had turned; when it was time to strike, one should do so without the slightest hesitation!
The current Yuan He Mountain branch had very few disciples left, no longer meeting the prerequisite of "ants biting an elephant to death."
"Excellent! I shall lead the charge!"
Zhang Jun Ming laughed heartily, then strode forward to the main gate of the Yuan He Mountain stronghold. He exhaled a shout, his entire body's muscles rippling, and one fleshy bulge after another appeared on his arms, as if all his power was concentrated into a single punch, which he slammed out!
One Punch to Cleave the Sky!
Bang!
The thick, sturdy gate instantly splintered into pieces.
Immediately after, Zhang Jun Ming charged into the Yuan He Mountain stronghold like a war chariot, followed by the screams of numerous disciples.
"Huh?"
Fang Xi lightly tapped his foot, and his entire body leaped several tens of feet, landing on the wall.
He watched Zhang Jun Ming slaughtering the Yuan He Mountain disciples en masse, but a hint of surprise appeared in his heart.
'Where is Linghu Yang? '
'And Jiao Wu Chang, why haven't they made a move? '
Something was unusual. Fang Xi held back from attacking, instead stealthily following Zhang Jun Ming, who was causing widespread destruction.
"Haha. . . a bunch of cowards, still daring to surround and kill me?"
Zhang Jun Ming punched a Yuan He Mountain disciple to the ground, then fiercely stomped down with his foot.
The head beneath his foot exploded like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere.
The scene was horrifying, but as a True Force martial artist, it did not stir his emotions in the slightest. Even if he possessed a slightly kinder heart, he would absolutely not show a bleeding heart towards enemies who sought to kill him.
In an era where one could starve to death at any moment, showing mercy to others was cruelty to oneself.
Zhang Jun Ming carved a bloody path, fighting his way all the way to the inner courtyard, where he also felt something was off: "Linghu Yang, Jiao Wu Chang. . . get out here and face me!"
The next moment, a door shattered.
Amidst flying wood splinters, a figure shot forth, striking out with a palm.
Zhang Jun Ming's muscles rippled as he met the attack with his fist.
Bang!
The instant their fist and palm met, Zhang Jun Ming felt a terrifying force, like an overwhelming tide, shattering his True Force at its peak.
Pfft!
His Cloud Whale Skill was broken, and he was violently sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
Zhang Jun Ming half-knelt on the ground, gazing at the figure before him, and enunciated each word: "Ling. . . hu. . . Yang?"
Only a True Force Martial Master could so easily crush the full outbreak of his True Force.
"So you're the rat who's been hiding outside all this time?"
Linghu Yang, clad in a green outer robe, turned around and looked at Zhang Jun Ming, a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "Nothing special. . ."
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