Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Chapter 358 - 112: Inheritance Grand Gift Pack (Part 3)

"The great path leads to the heavens, each goes their own way. We don’t wish to meddle in your grievances. How about we just part ways today?"

"Don’t push us too far. If we really start fighting, with the four of us against your three, who will come out on top... it’s still uncertain."

Fang Zheng’s eyes flickered briefly, but he said nothing.

"Hmm..." Qian Fusong rested his chin in his hand, seemingly in deep thought.

"Hmph!"

Uncle Zheng snorted coldly:

"The person named Fang Zheng is the owner of Square Porcelain in Gu’an County. He came here to obtain the inheritance of a Master Martial Sect."

"And now..."

"The inheritance is in his arms!"

As these words fell, the expressions of those present changed dramatically.

"Hmm?"

"What?"

"Uncle Zheng!"

Chen Jiuniang looked surprised. Before she could speak, she was hit hard from behind, coughed up blood, and stumbled forward.

"Jiuniang."

Behind her, Uncle Zheng clenched his fist, his gaze complicated:

"Don’t blame me."

"Haha..." Qian Fusong laughed loudly at the sight, striding forward:

"Didn’t Jiuniang ask me earlier how I knew you were here? Now, I think you already have the answer in your heart, don’t you?"

"Uncle Zheng!" Chen Jiuniang coughed up blood, looking back at him in disbelief:

"You..."

"Why?"

"Haha..." Qian Fusong laughed:

"No particular reason, just that Elder Zheng and I are both sentimental people. As long as I hand you over, I’ll give your mother to him."

"By that time, I’ll get Jiuniang, and Elder Zheng will get your mother, isn’t it the best of both worlds?"

?

Chen Jiuniang’s eyes widened, bloodshot with rage as she glared at Uncle Zheng, screaming:

"Really?"

"Is what he said true?"

"Yes." Uncle Zheng’s face was stiff, his fingers tightly clenched:

"I will never let the young lady die!"

He was loyal to the young lady, not to the Chen Family. For the sake of the young lady, even betraying the young lady’s daughter was, in his view, worthwhile.

"Ah!"

Chen Jiuniang roared angrily, turned over, and drew her sword to attack Uncle Zheng.

However, because she was seriously injured, her sword form was shaky and lacked lethality, easily dodged by Uncle Zheng with a sidestep.

"Brother Fang."

Qian Fusong looked sideways, extending a large hand:

"Hand over the inheritance on you, join the Qian Family, and I can spare your life."

"..." Fang Zheng looked at him, then chuckled softly:

"Sorry."

"Fang has no interest."

"Courting death!" As his voice fell, the masked man in black roared first, extending a large hand, releasing several strands of black smoke intertwined and surging forward.

The black smoke was as thick as an arm, emitting a strong foul odor, and approached rapidly. Trees and vines withered and wilted upon contact.

Magic?

Fang Zheng’s eyes slightly furrowed, his figure flashed as he dodged the incoming black smoke.

"Trying to leave?"

The masked man in black snorted coldly at the sight:

"Stay here!"

He stomped repeatedly, his body shooting like an arrow, arms waving in mid-air, sending fifteen to sixteen strands of black smoke clawing out fiercely.

A single person,

as if over a dozen people joined hands.

Even a fellow Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist would find it chaotic to face such an onslaught, no wonder he was so arrogant.

"Zing!"

A soft hum of a blade.

A gentle and leisurely blade light appeared out of thin air.

The blade light sliced through the air and the black smoke, leaving a fleeting afterimage in perception before vanishing.

One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash!

With cultivation of the peak of the Realm of Six Thunders, entirely infused into this one slash, it bore unstoppable sharpness, cutting through everything ahead.

Accompanying it, a severed arm flew high, spraying eerie black blood in all directions.

"Ah!"

"My hand!"

The masked man in black screamed loudly, clutching his severed arm and staggering back with terror in his eyes, looking at Fang Zheng in disbelief.

One slash!

With just one slash, he lost an arm!

Fang Zheng was slightly surprised, not at having cut off an arm, but at only severing an arm since his target had been the neck.

Alas.

His cultivation base had rapidly increased in a short span, causing some control issues, and his opponent’s strength led to an over-exertion that deviated his aim.

"Boom!"

Yang Huai charged with a spear, exclaiming softly:

"Tough one, all together!"

His long spear in hand trembled, emitting a muffled ’buzz’ in the air, the gleaming spear tip thrust straight at Fang Zheng’s eyes.

From behind.

Uncle Zheng threw Chen Jiuniang aside and strode forward.

His physique rough, his charging momentum was astonishing, like a speeding tank, leaping with arms clasped atop his head to smash down towards Fang Zheng.

Even the black-clothed masked man with the severed arm dared to attack again.

This trio differed from last night’s trio, with no hesitation and restraining nothing, unlike the hesitance there had been.

At the first move,

they were in it full force.

"Ding..."

Lance tip collided with the long saber, sparking emitters.

"Peng!"

Fang Zheng clashed solidly with Uncle Zheng.

Having cultivated Giant Spirit Divine Skill, Uncle Zheng turned his body into an iron frame, roaring up to the sky, and was not at all inferior to Fang Zheng in their catch.

The tendrils of black smoke from the masked man were also cleaved apart by the blade light.

However, the trio working together held their own without being pushed back.

Qian Fusong stroked his chin, turned toward the tense Xiang Xiu and Chen Jiuniang, smiled slightly, approaching unhurriedly.

......

"Take my Palm Thunder!"

Fang Zheng shouted loudly, flipping in mid-air, striking continuously with one hand, palm sinking inward, flashes of thunder bursting forth, driving out waves of Palm Force laced with Thunder True Intent.

This method, which he had just learned from Master Jiuyuan, was a Dharma Gate for dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, capable of vanquishing demons and equally lethal to humans.

The key is...

The attack range is sufficiently broad!

As the Palm Force erupted, the ground ten meters away exploded with a thunderous crack, its power rivaling that of a small landmine, unstoppable by mere mortal flesh.

"Peng!"

"Peng peng!"

Yang Huai and the masked man flickered continuously, while Uncle Zheng cautiously tested and then confidently charged forward under the cover of the Palm Thunder.