Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Chapter 325 - 104: Surging Power (Ten Thousand-Word - )

After all, he possessed resources from two worlds, so having some extraordinary traits is quite normal; there’s no need to hide everything.

"Young Master Fang."

A one-armed middle-aged man stepped into the arena, speaking in a muffled voice:

"I, Mo Huo, have created my own One-Armed Saber Technique. Although it’s not as good as your Boxing, it has its unique points. I hope everyone can offer some guidance."

As he spoke, his body swayed slightly, and the long saber hanging at his waist sprang from its sheath, landing in his hand, and he swung it forward in a mock chop.

The saber flashed briefly, and its power surged instantly.

"This man’s name is Mo Huo. He was once a disciple of the Hundred Battle Saber. Many years ago, the site of the Hundred Battle Saber was razed by chaos troops, and he narrowly escaped."

Xue Yang introduced softly:

"Though he escaped, his right arm was severed, leaving only his left arm."

"This man is quite remarkable; he retrained himself to wield a saber with his left arm and created his own One-Armed Saber Technique, based on the Hundred Battle Saber, which is quite exceptional."

"An average Minor Circulation Martial Artist is not his match."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:

"What a legendary experience."

"Indeed." Xue Yang nodded:

"However, this person is extremely fond of alcohol, spending half of every day inebriated. Still, I’ve inquired with some acquaintances of his, and they say that despite his drunkenness, he has never failed to meet expectations."

"Drunkenness..." Fang Zheng mused:

"As long as he doesn’t fail in his duties, that’s fine."

"Let’s watch and see!"

"Yes." Xue Yang complied and looked toward the arena.

"Swish!"

"Swish, swish!"

Mo Huo executed a series of three consecutive chops, each faster and more ruthless than the last, with an extreme killing intent that seemed to burst forth, making one’s heart skip a beat.

This person’s Martial Dao Will...

Impressive!

Indeed.

Only those who have endured significant setbacks and remained standing can possess a Will that far surpasses that of ordinary people, and Mo Huo is such a person.

"Excellent!"

Fang Zheng clapped his hands in admiration:

"Brother Mo, I would be honored to have you come to the Fang Mansion. I have a few kilns at Dingseng Mountain, and recently there have been attempts to steal the secret porcelain glazing techniques."

"I wonder if Brother Mo would be willing to stay there for a period as a safeguard?"

"In addition to monthly payment, there will be ample supplies of meat and wine!"

The promise of ’ample meat and wine’ made Mo Huo’s eyes sparkle, prompting him to quickly cup his hands in salute:

"I am willing!"

"I greet the Master!"

With that, he knelt on one knee and bowed.

"Haha..." Fang Zheng laughed heartily:

"Brother Mo, there’s no need to stand on ceremony; stand up and speak."

As the reputation of the Fang Mansion continued to grow, and with the Ling Family’s intent to cede their place in Gu’an County, more and more people began to join the Fang Mansion.

Back then,

The Ren Family had over a dozen Martial Artists as guards and nearly a hundred Armored Martial Artists, making every newly-appointed County Magistrate pay respects at their mansion first.

But now,

The Fang Mansion seemed to be showing signs of growing to that stature.

Today, Mo Huo was not the only one visiting the mansion; there were many, including Blood Swapping Martial Artists, who were accepted if their backgrounds were legitimate and they were upright individuals, while others were turned away.

It had been some time since they had defeated two Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artists, and there had been no movement from the Exclusion Sect. Instead, there were other guests arriving.

"Master."

A new gatekeeper came to report:

"A Military General named Xu Xiu requests to see the Master."

"Xu Xiu? Military General?" Fang Zheng was surprised:

"Bring him in quickly!"

At the same time, he dismissed the others.

Before long,

Xu Xiu, wearing soft armor, entered the main hall, smiled at Fang Zheng, and said with emotion:

"Brother Fang, it’s been a while!"

"Brother Xu." Fang Zheng looked at him, surveying up and down:

"It really is you!"

Xu Xiu,

son of the master of the Divine Spear Hall.

Two years ago, during that upheaval, the Divine Spear Hall was labeled as traitorous by the Anxi Army; the Martial Hall Master Xu Seng was killed, and Xu Xiu managed to escape.

Fang Zheng, Xu Xiu of the Divine Spear Hall, and Du Qiaoyun of the Pan She Martial Arts Hall were among the outstanding younger generation in Gu’an County.

The three shared a certain friendship.

Yet,

Fate had various paths, and the direction each took was different.

Now Xu Xiu looked much older than before, with a few strands of grey at his temples, and a new scar on his face.

The youthful innocence was gone,

and his aura had become mature and steady.

The soft armor he wore gave him an additional air of fierceness.

"Long time no see..." Fang Zheng stepped forward, patted his shoulder lightly, and spoke with excitement:

"It seems like Brother Xu is doing quite well."

"Not bad." Xu Xiu sighed softly:

"After escaping Gu’an County that year, my junior brother and I joined General Yang who was sweeping the rebel forces in Qing Province, and now I hold the position of Captain."

Captain,

equivalent to a Households Official.

It was evident that Xu Xiu had also cultivated True Qi and become a Martial Artist.

"Good!" Fang Zheng nodded and praised repeatedly:

"I always knew Brother Xu is no ordinary person, and that he would achieve something great one day."

"You’re too kind." Xu Xiu shook his head, scanned the surroundings, and said with emotion:

"I can’t compare to Brother Fang; the Fang Mansion has become quite a force in Gu’an County, much like the former Ren Half City."

"Ah!" Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"Let’s not mention it."

"Have a seat!"

"Please sit!"

Fang Zheng warmly said, "Tell me about your experiences over these two years, and I’ll have someone prepare wine and dishes. Tonight, we shall not return until we’re drunk!"

"Great!" Xu Xiu was also infected by his enthusiasm; after being away for so long, his old friends treated him as warmly as ever. He raised his voice:

"We won’t return until we’re drunk!"

"Actually, there’s not much to say about my experiences."

At the wine table, Xu Xiu expressed his feelings:

"My junior brother and I became friends through fighting and have supported each other after losing our master and father, stumbling along this far."

"My junior brother now serves as General Yang’s personal guard, and his future is certainly brighter than mine."

"Junior brother?" Fang Zheng inquired:

"That disciple of Elder Cai?"

"Yes!" Xu Xiu nodded:

"My senior uncle’s death was mysterious. Back then, junior brother always suspected that my father was behind it, which caused a lot of friction between us."

Uh...

Fang Zheng’s mouth twitched slightly.

Cai Jiuyuan was indeed not killed by Xu Seng, but by him. Even the Thunderbolt Seven Techniques of the Divine Spear Hall were in his possession.