Chapter 72: A Fierce Battle Against Fang Heng
Chapter 72: A Fierce Battle Against Fang Heng
The moment that name left the other party's mouth, Zhang Thuhou was stunned, his mind still foggy.
As he gradually came to his senses, his bearded face was quickly shrouded in fear.
Just like Lin Baiwei.
In the jianghu, this was also a name that existed only in rumors.
A pair of meaty palms could quell rivers and mountains, and the demons and monsters that had fallen at his feet were enough to pile up into a mountain of flesh. He was valued by the Qingzhou Chief Commander, taken in as a closed-door disciple, and had learned an unparalleled secret art.
So...
Such a figure had come to visit, and he was only carrying a few oranges?
Although Zhang Thuhou was confident, he didn't think that the other party was here for him. He replied awkwardly, "I'm just borrowing a place to stay here, sir. The owner has gone out."
"Where did he go?" Fang Heng asked, suppressing his irritability.
"He..." Zhang Thuhou hesitated, then pointed towards the gate with his hand, "Look, he's back with lunch."
Fang Heng turned to look.
The handsome young man in ink-colored robes had a Black Blade sword at his waist and was holding two lunch boxes as he stepped into the courtyard.
Not only was his body unscathed, but his eyes were clear and profound, and the cloud patterns on his sleeves had also turned into two distinct paths.
"Master Shen, someone's here!"
Zhang Thuhou suddenly shouted, regardless of whether the visitor was here to visit relatives or to cause trouble. At least he wanted to give the other party some reaction time.
However, it was probably not trouble...
If it really was, he would probably be lying here today.
Shen Yi paused slightly.
He had sensed Fang Heng's presence earlier, but he didn't expect the other party to be bringing things over.
He walked into the house calmly and asked, "What's the matter?"
Shen Yi felt that he had made things very clear the last time.
There was no relationship between the two of them, nor could they be considered enemies.
"..."
Zhang Thuhou worried secretly. When they were in Boyun County, Shen Yi had always looked like he didn't care about anything. How come even after coming to Qingzhou, he still had this indifferent attitude?
If there was an opportunity to get close to Fang Heng, wouldn't the matter of the demon in Qingfeng Mountain be resolved?
With the other party's abilities, a simple transfer order would be enough to turn the situation around.
"Huh."
Fang Heng breathed evenly and handed the things he had brought to Zhang Thuhou.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he struggled to find the right words. Then, he cupped his hands and said, "I've made some inquiries. You were brought here by Li Xinhan from Boyun County."
"Hmm?" Shen Yi didn't quite understand.
"You're not very familiar with Qingzhou, and it's not your fault if he has been whispering in your ear. I was presumptuous."
As he spoke, Fang Heng bowed slightly, "I came here today, firstly to clear up the misunderstanding and express my apologies."
At this, Zhang Thuhou couldn't help but gape.
Even his breathing stalled for a moment.
Ap... apologize?
Shen Yi glanced sideways and noticed the other party's body stiffening and trembling. He couldn't help but sigh slightly.
As expected.
Fang Heng straightened up, his palms spread apart, and his fists clenched. He slowly exhaled a turbid breath.
It seemed that everything White Brother had asked him to do was done.
His eyes burned with intensity as he said, "Secondly, to make up for my mistake, I will take you back. If you still refuse, then I will have no choice but to force you. When we return, I will express my apologies again."
As he spoke, a surging aura quickly filled the air, making it hot and oppressive.
"Damn."
Zhang Thuhou closed his mouth, his face twisted in a strange expression. So, the other party was here to cause trouble after all!
His body stiffened, but he still tried to reach his hand behind his back.
At the same time, he glanced at the person next to him, feeling speechless. Ever since he had met Shen Yi, the other party had been nothing but trouble, and each time it was bigger than the last.
Previously, he had been able to lend a hand, but this time... even if he risked his life, he would barely be able to stop the other party.
Finally, he heard that familiar voice in his ear.
Instead of the expected panic, it was casual.
"There's no need for that. If you want to fight, just say so next time."
Shen Yi placed the lunch boxes gently on the table and stood with his hands hanging by his sides, completely defenseless.
This carefree attitude made Fang Heng's eyes narrow with surprise, and he laughed at himself, "Reputation is a funny thing. Once you lose it, it's hard to get it back."
Before his words had even landed, he had turned into a shadow and disappeared from the spot.
This time, he wouldn't hold back at all. He would take back what he had lost with his own hands.
The thick aura of the Jade Liquid Realm's mid-stage filled the house, oppressing everyone within.
"I thought my carelessness last time would have taught you a lesson.
"Rest assured, White Brother's technique is excellent; it's just a little painful, but it will serve as a good lesson."
In his eyes, Shen Yi's intricate network of meridians suddenly appeared.
Full power attack!
Fang Heng's palms carried an overwhelming force as he slammed them towards Shen Yi!
Shen Yi slightly turned, mirroring Fang Heng's movements, but executing them with far more natural ease.
His speed couldn't be described as swift, but it was just a hair's breadth faster than his opponent's.
In the blink of an eye, his fingertips landed on Fang Heng's arms, and he swiftly turned his palms into fists, delivering a straightforward Paiyunchang punch to his opponent's chest.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Fang Heng was sent flying, rolling a few times on the ground.
His arms hung powerlessly by his sides, trembling slightly.
It all happened in the blink of an eye, leaving no room for reaction.
Fang Heng lay quietly on the ground, swallowing the sweet and pungent taste in his mouth, his eyes staring blankly at the sky as he sank into thought.
"...''
Inside the house, Shen Yi straightened his collar and sat down at the table. He opened the lunch boxes and took out two pairs of chopsticks, offering one pair to Zhang Thuhou.
"Let's eat."
The bearded man glanced outside, then at Shen Yi, and finally, his gaze landed on the chopsticks in Shen Yi's hand.
His features contorted.
He tugged at his beard.
His eyes widened as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for what had just transpired.
Either Fang Heng wasn't Fang Heng, or Shen Yi wasn't Shen Yi.
"Pass me an orange."
"Oh."
Zhang Thuhou's train of thought was interrupted, and he silently handed over the fruit.
Suddenly, he remembered what Chen Ji had once said.
For someone like him, nothing would be surprising.
"...''
Shen Yi peeled the orange, glancing at Fang Heng in the courtyard from the corner of his eye.
Since the other party had mentioned someone who could treat his injuries, he had used a slightly heavier hand this time. At least, Fang Heng wouldn't be able to move for a couple of months.
Such a martial arts maniac would continue to cause trouble if he wasn't thoroughly defeated.
After being nurtured by the Jade Dew, Shen Yi had not only increased his qi foundation but had also experienced an all-around enhancement, coupled with the support of the Flood Dragon's demonic power.
In Shen Yi's eyes, Fang Heng was now slow and weak, and even his most familiar techniques were no match for Shen Yi's. It would be difficult for him to have any chance of victory.
He had come to the Demon Subduing Department to slay demons.
Why did they always want to lock him up in that courtyard?
If the Flood Dragon's demon truly came seeking vengeance, he wouldn't even know how to cry then.
A moment later.
Fang Heng struggled to his feet, his expressionless face spitting out a mouthful of blood. He walked into the house with his hands hanging by his sides.
He sat down directly at the table. "I can't understand it."
"Me neither," Zhang Thuhou empathized, picking up a chicken leg. "What happened to your hands? Do you want to eat?"
Fang Heng opened his mouth and bit into the chicken leg that Zhang Thuhou offered, chewing vigorously.
Shen Yi picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks, eating them with his rice as he looked at Fang Heng. "Aren't you going to treat your injuries?"
"I can't go today."
Fang Heng remembered White Brother's instructions before leaving and got up to go to the neighboring room. "I'll sleep here for the night and leave tomorrow."
His back seemed a little dejected.
As he reached the door, he turned his head slightly, his face reddening. "Do you think what I said earlier was ridiculous?"
Shen Yi put down his chopsticks. "No. You're a genius, and geniuses tend to be proud. It's normal."
"Then why aren't you proud? Aren't you also a genius?" A hint of confusion crossed Fang Heng's face.
"Of course not." Shen Yi stretched lazily. In this world, where was there a genius who needed thirty years to master the Demon Subduing Blade Technique?
"...''
Hearing this, Fang Heng fell silent for a long time. Gradually, a touch of reverence appeared on his face.
So, in the eyes of someone with true, extraordinary talent, he and his peers were nothing but arrogant and laughable. Their lack of humility was truly ridiculous.
"If I hadn't been born a decade earlier and already had a master, Fang would be willing to respect you as a teacher."
Leaving these words behind, he went into the next room, hands hanging by his sides.
Only Shen Yi was left, slightly perplexed, pursing his lips in contemplation before reacting to what Fang Heng had said... It seemed like he had misunderstood his intentions.
(End of Chapter)
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