novelraw Chapter 318 - 103: Establishing Authority (10,000-Word Mega - ) (Part 4)
Chapter 318 - 103: Establishing Authority (10,000-Word Mega - ) (Part 4)
"Elder Xiang, in your opinion, what should be done?"
"First, stop acquiring the Golden Carp." Xiang Xiu eyed Fang Zheng, raising one finger first, then another:
"Second, send someone to the Exclusion Sect’s branch with generous gifts to explain the reasons."
"Third, establish authority!"
"I, Xiang, will personally take action and can represent Young Master Fang to challenge a Great Cycle Martial Artist. I can guarantee that I will make them admit defeat."
"When the Exclusion Sect realizes that Young Master Fang is a tough nut to crack and that it’s not worth a major battle over a few Golden Carp, they will naturally give up."
"As for others..."
He let out a cold snort:
"With a Mage and a Great Cycle Martial Artist overseeing, who would dare to provoke?"
"Clap!"
"Clap clap!"
Fang Zheng gently clapped his hands, an expression of admiration on his face:
"Elder Xiang speaks with reason. This plan is both courageous and wise, advancing by retreating, truly a perfect approach. Indeed... ginger gets spicier as it gets older!"
"Has the young master agreed?" Xiang Xiu raised an eyebrow.
"Hold on!" Fang Zheng waved his hand, saying:
"Elder Xiang, you’ve exhausted your thoughts on Fang’s matters, but what do you want in return? Don’t say you want nothing, no one would believe that."
"Young Master Fang is straightforward." Xiang Xiu cupped his hands:
"Once this matter is settled, I wish to retire at Fang Mansion with a monthly allowance of ten taels of silver, and I also want the Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill from the Wang Family!"
"Being able to invite a Great Cycle Martial Artist, what’s the trifling sum of ten taels of silver?" Fang Zheng chuckled:
"As for the Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill..."
"The Wang Family’s heritage should be in the hands of the Wang Family, how could it be with me?"
"Young Master Fang, I know a little about who acted during the Wang family’s extermination." Xiang Xiu snorted lightly upon hearing that:
"We both know what’s happening here."
"Hmm..." Fang Zheng pursed his lips:
"Let’s not bring this up for now, but considering Elder Xiang’s age, your Martial Dao foundation is established, isn’t it too late to switch cultivation methods?"
With that, he glanced thoughtfully at the young and inexperienced boy beside him.
"This skill is not for myself, but for my disciple." As expected, Xiang Xiu lowered his head to glance at Yuan Zhongdao:
"The cultivation method I practiced is of too low a grade, reaching this point was a stroke of luck, my disciple has exceptional talent, I don’t want him to follow my wrong path."
"The Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill has some connection to my legacy, it could be easily transformed without harming his foundation, if we could obtain it... it would be ideal."
"I see!" Fang Zheng understood:
"However..."
"Since the matter of the Golden Carp has attracted so many masters, how can I trust that Elder Xiang is not one of them?"
First gaining trust, then turning on each other at the opportune moment is not unheard of, especially when they didn’t know each other before.
There’s even less ground for trust.
Xiang Xiu remained silent.
After a pause, Fang said:
"What does it matter if you trust or not? Without me, how would Young Master Fang handle a Great Cycle Martial Artist? Trusting me is still a gamble worth taking."
"That’s true." Fang Zheng nodded, then added:
"It’s not that I distrust Elder Xiang, however... Xue Yang, go and learn from the senior’s techniques."
"Yes!"
Xue Yang, the head guard of Fang Mansion, stepped forward and cupped his fists:
"Senior, please enlighten me!"
"Oh?"
Xiang Xiu turned his head, looking at Xue Yang, he nodded slowly:
"Alright."
With that, he waved his large hand, and the young man beside him seemed to float into the corner of the room, landing soundlessly, clearly using a type of Soft Force.
This seemingly simple yet incredibly difficult technique of handling weight with ease.
Xue Yang’s eyes narrowed, he let out a low shout:
"Please!"
"Boom!"
The ground paved with blue stone beneath his feet showed cracks as Xue Yang leapt dozens of meters like a tiger emerging from the forest.
With a flash, he closed the distance to the opponent, swinging an arm mightily out.
Tiger Tail Cut!
The tiger is the king of beasts, its majesty unparalleled.
Many boxing styles draw inspiration from the tiger; although these styles vary in quality, they share a common trait of fierce and aggressive momentum.
Xue Yang’s body brushed past the air like a downhill tiger, the wind and airwave stirred by him even lifted the hem of Yuan Zhongdao’s clothes in the corner.
His flail-like arm whipped through the air with a sharp crack, as if a car tire had blown.
Such a fierce Hard Force indeed made those who stood in its way tremble.
Of the three head guards of the Fang Mansion—Xue Yang, Zhao Zunyi, Yu Pei—all Martial Artists who had cultivated True Qi, Xue Yang was the most powerful.
"Good!"
Xiang Xiu nodded gently, raising one hand to support.
His movement seemed slow, but he was faster than Xue Yang, catching the swinging arm perfectly like the Heavenly King Carrying Tower.
"Boom!"
The collision absorbed the Powerful Qi without a sound.
Xue Yang’s heart pounded wildly, letting out a tiger’s roar, his body spinning like a top, his arms flailing like a storm.
His Tiger Form Linked Rings technique featured punches, claws, whips, palms... boundlessly changing, his arms like steel maces, madly attacking the opponent.
Where they stood, powerful winds suddenly howled.
Xue Yang’s body became a shadow, with his swinging arms sending lines of Powerful Qi, striking the ground and leaving marks on the hard bluestone.
Even concrete walls could be shattered in front of him.
If it landed on a person, the consequences were imaginable.
"Hmm?"
Xiang Xiu arched a brow slightly, seemingly not expecting the opponent’s boxing to be so fierce, yet his face quickly displayed a cold smile.
"Boom!"
His palm technique was Primordial, circling his arms in front of him to form a circle, absorbing all the incoming Fist Force.
Then his arms shook lightly, and the compressed Powerful Qi was ready to explode.
Hmm?
Just as he was about to counterattack, a sharp Sword Intent suddenly surfaced in his senses, and Xiang Xiu’s eyes changed, his technique altered as he gently raised his arms.
"Boom!"
Xue Yang’s body trembled violently, his entire body going numb and powerless, as he was flung out heavily landing on the ground.