novelraw Chapter 320 - 103: Establishing Authority
Chapter 320 - 103: Establishing Authority
"Just a desperate stray dog, a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist, yet doesn’t dare to go to Prefecture City, deciding to retire in such a small place."
"If he stays out of it, then fine; but if he dares to provoke the Exclusion Sect..."
"He will regret coming into this world!"
Brother Yang raised his eyebrows, wanting to remind the other person that Xiang Xiu is not easy to deal with, but knowing the opposite party’s personality, he shook his head and suppressed the impulse.
Besides...
Xiang Xiu is formidable, but the two are no weaklings either, and they certainly won’t truly fear him!
"Zhao Zunyi."
He shifted his gaze to Zhao Zunyi:
"Have you found out who the Fang Mansion’s Mage is?"
"Reporting to Elder." Zhao Zunyi hurriedly cupped his hands, a flicker of peculiarity in his eyes, and said:
"It turns out somewhat differently from what we previously thought. Based on Zhao’s investigation over this period, Fang Mansion might not have any mysterious Mage."
"Nonsense." Elder Mi coldly shouted:
"No Mage, then what happened that day?"
"Elder, please calm down." Zhao Zunyi quickly explained:
"Although Fang Mansion doesn’t have a Mage, Fang Zheng himself appears to be proficient in Magic, and he also brought over a Magic Altar from the Three Purities Temple."
"Oh!"
Brother Yang touched his chin, looking thoughtfully:
"A Martial Artist proficient in Magic, utilizing the power of a Magic Altar, it’s plausible for him to pretend as a Mage, thus making it understandable."
"And then there’s Thunderbolt Hand Wen Tailai..."
"Elder." Zhao Zunyi spoke again:
"We have inspected Fang Mansion for quite a while, but never seen this person. In my humble opinion, Thunderbolt Hand Wen Tailai has probably already left Gu’an County."
The two nodded.
This matter should be true.
Ever since the Wang Family was exterminated, for months Thunderbolt Hand Wen Tailai hasn’t appeared nearby; the possibility of him fleeing far away is very high.
"Without Thunderbolt Hand, without Mage, and with the Nurse collaborating inside and outside."
Elder Mi sneered:
"Fang Mansion, isn’t it as good as ours for the taking!"
"Exactly!"
Zhao Zunyi nodded heavily, enthusiasm spreading across his face:
"Fang Mansion hides gold and silver, the wealth of the estate is beyond everyone’s expectations. I saw with my own eyes box after box of silver being carried out from the backyard."
"The Fang name doesn’t rely solely on Square Porcelain for business!"
"His wealth is astonishingly deep!"
"Some say Fang Zheng comes from a Noble Family, only finding refuge here due to the family’s decline." Elder Mi stroked his beard and spoke:
"To establish such a foundation within a few years, if he didn’t have wealth it certainly wouldn’t be possible. Perhaps all the valuable items from his Noble Family are stored in Fang Mansion."
"If we can get our hands on it..."
"Great benevolence!"
"Don’t forget the Golden Carp." Brother Yang said:
"Many people in the sect are waiting in line; such Spirit Fish aids advancement to Flawless, and with an additional Flawless Martial Artist, our sect’s strength increases greatly."
Though this was said, neither appeared too excited upon mentioning this.
This is because both were quite old, already long past the possibility of further advancement, so even obtaining the Golden Carp would be of no use to themselves.
"Then the day after tomorrow."
Elder Mi spoke slowly:
"The time shall be set at dawn, when the patrolling soldiers are weary, the streets sparse with pedestrians, and Underworld Soul Ghosts cannot exert their strength."
"At that time we will storm into Fang Mansion, you lead the people to turncoat, and..."
"Bang!"
Suddenly,
While Elder Mi was explaining the plan, his chest exploded, scattering internal organs, bloodstained bones, and chunks of flesh throughout the entire room.
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
"Uh..."
The body of Elder Mi swayed, eyes dull, looking down at himself.
And then.
His chest had become a huge hole, phone through from front to back, the Five Viscera inside vanished, with only a few fragments of bone left supporting the body.
What had happened?
How could it be?
"Thud!"
His upper body fell from the chair to the ground, while his lower body remained seated, endless darkness completely engulfing his consciousness.
Only then.
"Ah!"
The screams rang out.
"Bang!"
Brother Yang’s silhouette appeared by the window, his face as pale as a sheet, staring in horror at his empty left arm, his body trembling violently.
He had exerted all his strength, but...
The speed of the attacking object was astonishingly fast, even faster than the spread of sound, with a concealed murderous intent nearly impossible to detect.
"Bang!"
In the dark night, a dull gunshot echoed again.
Brother Yang’s figure flickered, fleeing outside the room, letting out a shrill scream mid-air as both his legs snapped, cascading to the ground.
"Ah!"
"My legs..."
"Who?"
"Who?"
He lay on the ground, screaming miserably, the pain surging up, his voice filled with fear.
Inside the room.
Zhao Zunyi’s body trembled, his face deathly pale, glancing around, wanting to escape but his legs felt rooted unable to move an inch.
Hidden weapon?
What hidden weapon could instantly kill one Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist and severely injure another?
"It’s said that Fang Zheng possesses a powerful hidden weapon, and once hit, even a Martial Artist might not be able to avoid death."
Once, someone’s warning emerged in his mind.
Could it be?
Impossible!
Although the hidden weapon in Fang Zheng’s hand has formidable power, it can’t be this terrifying, otherwise, how could he be oppressed by others back then?
"Da...da..."
The sound of footsteps approached, drawing nearer, the sound calm yet like a heavy hammer hitting silently with Giant Power onto his heart.
Causing Zhao Zunyi’s breathing to quicken, cold sweat streaming down his body.
"Screech!"
The familiar cry of a ghost echoed, followed by the screams outside, including a hidden sentry, the person who opened the door.
It’s him!
It truly is him!
Zhao Zunyi’s face paled, turning his gaze towards the location of the room door.
"Creak..."
The door hinges turned, creaking, as the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a tall and solid figure, unmistakably Fang Zheng.
He had something strapped to his back, its shape strange, one end with a grip and trigger, the other a long iron barrel.
"Is it you?"
Fang Zheng met Zhao Zunyi’s eyes, shook his head with a light sigh:
"It’s disappointing how much I valued you before."
"Fang...Master." Zhao Zunyi’s knees went soft, slowly kneeling:
"Mercy!"
"Mercy?" Fang Zheng shook his head:
"Who showed me mercy?"
"Master." Zhao Zunyi raised his head:
"I was forced, my wife and children are in their hands. If I don’t work for them, my wife and children will die..."
"Swish!"
Before he could finish, his body suddenly sprang from the ground, like a spring compressed to its limit suddenly bursting free, with a short sword appearing in his hand.
His speed was at its peak, allowing him to lightly stab forward, capable of chilling one’s heart.
A full-force sneak attack, even a steel plate could be pierced with a hole.
"Die!"
Zhao Zunyi shouted loudly.
He couldn’t see a shred of pity or copper coins in Fang Zheng’s eyes, only utmost coldness as though looking at a dead person.
If so,
He might as well gamble with his life.
"Boom!"
The scene suddenly brightened.
Like a thunderclap.
Zhao Zunyi’s eyes widened in alarm.
The facing Fang Zheng stepped forward, extending his large hand, fingers bent yet straight, with the terrifying Power of Thunder bursting forth.
The ground beneath his feet was struck with electric light, turning charred black, metals within the room seemed agitated bouncing on their own, even the entire room shook.
"Bang!"
The large hand landed atop Zhao Zunyi’s head, destructive Power of Thunder surged from the crown down to the soles of his feet in an instant.
True Force traversed.
Meridians were severed inch by inch.
The Five Viscera churned into minced flesh.
"It’s...merely..." Zhang Zunyi opened his mouth, eyes flashing insight:
"Thunderbolt Hand..."
"Thud!"
The corpse fell, devoid of life.
Fang Zheng swept his gaze across the room, rummaging through Elder Mi’s corpse, finding several objects and tucking them into his chest before moving towards the person outside who was screaming.
A moment later.
The screams abruptly stopped.
The ghostly wails then rose abruptly, with yet another Resentful Soul successfully advancing, the four Fierce Ghosts together no weaker than a typical Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist.