Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Attacking the Door (Please add to collection)_1 Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Attacking the Door (Please add to collection)_1 Fang Xi fished out a small bottle from his bosom and poured out a pink pill, which he directly shoved into Chun Yu’s mouth.
Although Chun Yu was unconscious at the moment, she was still faintly resisting.
However, Fang Xi was not about to be polite with her, forcibly prying open the woman’s teeth and pushing the pill in with his finger…
Beyond that, he pulled out several golden needles and stuck them into Chun Yu’s head.
“Uhh…”
Chun Yu’s eyelids trembled violently, and suddenly, her eyes opened wide, her originally clear pupils now hazy and confused.
“Tell me your name…”
Fang Xi’s eyes shone with a keen light, his words carrying an odd power.
This was the ‘Bewitching Skills’!
A trick Fang Xi had learned from Lord Jiuxuan.
It not only required the combination of drugs and acupuncture for use, but it could also only be employed by an Immortal Cultivator with Spirit Sense against mortals without it. It was utterly ineffective on even a Qi Refining first layer Cultivator, hence it came with many restrictions.
As for the legendary ‘Soul Searching Skill’ that could be used on Cultivators, Fang Xi had never even seen it.
“Chun Yu…”
A hint of blue light flickered in Chun Yu’s eyes as she haphazardly answered.
“Tell me your status in Yuanhe Mountain…” Fang Xi continued to question.
“Yuanhe Mountain’s envoy stationed in Black Stone City…”
“What was the purpose of your departure this time?”
“To capture Zhang Junming, with orders from Deputy Master to keep him alive…”
“Capture? Strange…” Fang Xi touched his chin, “List all the martial arts you know… If there are manuals or the Divine Intent Diagram, tell me their locations…”
…
Half an hour later.
“A pity…”
Fang Xi looked at Chun Yu’s gorgeous form and sighed.
According to the confession of the one bewitched, she had not cultivated the illustrious secret transmission of Yuanhe Mountain — Yuanhe Wulei Hand!
In fact, of the entire Yuanhe Mountain branch, only Linghu Yang had received the true teachings, and even that was just a fragmentary part that reached as high as True Strength Warrior but included none of the Martial Saint content.
Indeed, in Chun Yu’s mind, there was another term for Grandmaster — Real Gang Martial Saint!
Beyond that, this woman was of little use.
Fang Xi gently stroked the woman’s hair with his palm, then his hand slid over her smooth earlobes and small chin, before finally coming to rest on her swan-like graceful neck.
Crack!
He twisted the woman’s neck without any expression on his face.
A beautiful woman perished like that.
No melodrama occurred.
“Seems like, I must confront Linghu Yang head-on.”
Fang Xi was truly reluctant to fight with someone comparable to a True Strength Warrior at the second level of body refining.
Even though the other party was not a Cultivator and lacked many techniques.
But now, he had no choice.
…
Half a month passed quickly.
Yuanhe Mountain branch.
With the frequent disappearances of outbound teams, there was no expected return.
Even the dullest disciple began to sense that something was amiss.
The loss of one or two teams could be put down to bad luck.
But when all the disciples sent out to search for resources vanished, it was no longer something that the witless Wooden People and Cursed People could have managed!
Outside, there was undoubtedly a terrifying enemy hunting the people of Yuanhe Mountain!
Moreover, the enemy’s tracking skills were exceedingly astute.
Linghu Yang repeatedly stormed out to patrol in fury, even disguising himself as an ordinary disciple and blending into the teams as bait, but he never managed to catch a glimpse of the cunning foe!
This affected the promised support of the Martial Arts Alliance, which quickly changed to a wait-and-see attitude.
After all, those old foxes were experts at playing both sides and acting like weathercocks.
As Linghu Yang’s temper grew increasingly irritable, berating and striking common disciples, many could not withstand the pressure and fled.
This resulted in the great Yuanhe Mountain now having an air of a crumbling fortress, abandoned by its monkeys as the trees fall…
“Damn it!”
Qiao Wucha looked towards the gate.
The erstwhile unremarkable boundary now seemed like a horrifying abyss.
Outside Yuanhe Mountain’s stronghold, it was as if countless monsters were lurking, hunting them specifically.
Only by Linghu Yang’s side could one feel a bit of safety.
He had long dared not venture out, but with the food supply dwindling day and night, the anxiety in his heart grew heavier by the day.
“Deputy Master, our food supply is nearly gone, what should we do?”
A Yuanhe Mountain disciple approached Qiao Wucha and reported quietly.
“How can that be?”
Qiao Wucha instinctively disbelieved. After all, their faction was supposed to have the most abundant stocks.
But after some thought, his face turned red from pale, and he grew fierce: “Today, I will personally lead a team to search the disciples’ rooms. Kill all the women we have captured, starting with this Deputy Master… Doesn’t that save us a good amount of food?”
“Yes…”
This disciple originally wanted to say more, but with the Deputy Master taking the lead in slaying that prefect’s concubine, he had nothing more to say.
“You may leave now…”
After dispatching that disciple, Qiao Wucha felt an increasing sense of suffocation in his heart and muttered to himself, “This won’t do… I need to talk to the guarding uncle. We can’t go on like this!”
Linghu Yang’s whereabouts had also been a bit strange recently, but Qiao Wucha had already subconsciously ignored this abnormality.
After organizing his thoughts in his mind, he arrived at Linghu Yang’s door and knocked three times respectfully before saying, “Master Linghu, Qiao Wucha requests an audience!”
“Come in!”
The voice of Linghu Yang was very calm, like the undercurrent beneath an iceberg.
Qiao Wucha pushed the door open and saw Linghu Yang putting on his coat, looking at him with a smile, “Wucha, how long have we known each other?”
“Since the day the adult came to Black Stone City, Wucha has followed the adult, and it has been three years and six months.”
Qiao Wucha bowed respectfully in response.
“And yet… you have betrayed my trust,” Linghu Yang said indifferently.
Qiao Wucha immediately knelt on the ground, “Please forgive me, my lord, it was because of the perfidy of that person hiding in the dark… that we didn’t capture enough martial artists…”
Half a month earlier, when Linghu Yang had issued orders to the Principals of the Martial Arts Schools, he had also assigned a task to Qiao Wucha.
With the power of Yuanhe Mountain, it was usually simple to attack and capture some isolated martial artists.
But ever since that damned nemesis had appeared, Qiao Wucha hadn’t even dared to leave the main gate, not to mention capturing any martial artists.
“Enough. Help me with one more thing, and I will forgive you.” Linghu Yang walked to a spot in the room, lifted the floorboards, revealing a black hole, and signaled, “Follow me!”
“This servant is willing to die for you without hesitation!”
Qiao Wucha hastily followed, feeling some surprise in his heart, when had Linghu Yang dug a tunnel in his own bedroom?
The tunnel wasn’t long; after entering, it led to a cellar.
In the cellar was, surprisingly…
Qiao Wucha’s eyes widened slightly.
From out of the gloom, Linghu Yang’s voice came, “Didn’t you say… you would die for me? Then I shall grant you that!”
“Ah!”
Suddenly, a terrifying scream echoed from the cellar.
…
“Brother Fang!”
Zhang Junming stood side by side with Fang Xi, looking at the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold under the overcast sky.
In recent days, he and Fang Xi had worked together to devastate the exterior teams of Yuanhe Mountain, leaving Yuanhe Mountain unable to venture out, satisfying them with a hefty toll, feeling a great sense of relief, “Now that there aren’t many disciples of Yuanhe Mountain, only Qiao Wucha is capable of putting up a fight, but even he doesn’t venture out. What should we do next?”
“It’s simple, storm in through the front door, you hold off Qiao Wucha, and I’ll kill Linghu Yang. Just that simple!”
Fang Xi assessed the strengths of both sides and made a decision.
Now that the roles of the strong and weak were reversed, it was time to strike without any hesitation!
The Yuanhe Mountain branch now had so few disciples left, it no longer met the conditions for the many ants to overwhelm the elephant.
“Perfect! I’ll take the lead!”
Zhang Junming laughed loudly, took big strides, and arrived at the main gate of the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold.
He flexed his muscles and his breath, and lumps began to grow on his arms as if he was concentrating all of his strength into one punch, and he smashed it down fiercely!
One Fist Opening the Sky!
Bang!
The robust and sturdy gate instantly shattered to pieces.
Then, Zhang Junming charged into the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold like a battle chariot, and screams of many disciples followed.
“Huh?”
Fang Xi’s feet lightly tapped, and he leapt several yards, landing on top of the wall.
He watched Zhang Junming slaughter the disciples of Yuanhe Mountain, yet surprise was in his heart.
‘Where is Linghu Yang?’
‘And Qiao Wucha, why hasn’t he made a move?’
Something was off. Fang Xi refrained from acting rashly, instead stealthily following Zhang Junming who was on a killing spree.
“Haha… A bunch of cowards, dare to ambush me?”
With one punch, Zhang Junming flipped a Yuanhe Mountain disciple, then stomped down viciously.
Under his foot, the head burst open like a watermelon, spilling red and white all over the ground.
Though the scene was horrifying, as a real strength warrior, it did nothing to perturb his resolve.
Even if he were slightly kinder at heart, facing an enemy intent on killing him, there was no room for mercy.
In an age where one could die of hunger at any moment, kindness to others was cruelty to oneself.
Zhang Junming carved a bloody path all the way to the inner courtyard before he too started feeling something was amiss, “Linghu Yang, Qiao Wucha… come out to face me!”
The next moment, a door splintered apart.
Amidst a flurry of wooden fragments, a figure swept across and struck out with a palm.
Zhang Junming’s muscles writhed, and he met the attack with his fist.
Bang!
At the moment of the fist and palm meeting, Zhang Junming felt a terrifying force, like a torrential deluge, breaking through his pinnacle of true strength.
Spurt!
His Cloud Whale Soft Body was broken, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Zhang Junming knelt on the ground, looking ahead at a silhouette, and stammered out, “Ling… Hu… Yang?”
Only a true strength warrior could easily shatter his full-force true strength explosion!
“So you’re the rat that’s been hiding outside?”
Linghu Yang, clad in a cyan coat, turned around, looking at Zhang Junming, disappointment in his eyes, “That’s all… you amount to?”