novelraw Chapter 459 - 1: Assassins
Chapter 459 - 1: Assassins
A Flawless Martial Artist is extremely rare, possessing a Protective Force; even among hundreds or thousands of martial artists, it is rare to find one who can achieve it.
In just twenty years, Fang Zheng had risen from someone who couldn’t kill a chicken to a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist, already an extraordinary talent.
To become flawless...
Others wouldn’t even dare to think about it!
"Indeed."
Fang Zheng’s expression turned cold and serious, True Qi surging within him:
"Who sent you?"
"Swish!"
The little novice monk completely ignored his question, retreating swiftly after a missed strike, and leaping out of the stone pavilion.
"Trying to escape?"
Fang Zheng lowered his eyes:
"Can you escape?"
He spread his five fingers, the Fierce True Qi bursting forth from his body as if an invisible giant hand enveloped the area within several yards.
The fleeing figure of the little novice monk suddenly came to a halt.
At the same time.
The tea-serving novice monk, face filled with panic, contracted his eyes, suddenly lunging forward, a Soft Sword springing from his sleeve.
Sword Skill — Sleeve Cyan Dragon!
Both of these little novice monks were actually assassins!
And the tea-serving novice monk was evidently stronger; his sword struck like a giant python spitting a pearl, penetrating the Protective Force with just a flash.
Martial Artist!
This assassin turned out to be a formidable martial artist!
Abbot Wuyuan’s face changed dramatically:
"Donor, be careful!"
"Ding..."
The sound of a mellow collision resounded.
Fang Zheng flicked a finger, striking the oncoming sword blade, and his long sleeves fluttered, stirring up a violent gale.
"Bang!"
The two little novice monks fell to their knees together as if a great mountain was pressing down on their heads, the stones beneath them shattered by the force.
The human skin masks on their faces were also blown away by the gust, revealing their true appearances underneath.
"Speak!"
Fang Zheng’s expression remained unchanged, as if their assassination attempt did not affect his mood at all, and he said calmly:
"Who sent you?"
"All creatures are born to nourish humans, yet people still resent heaven for being unkind." The tea-serving novice monk gritted his teeth, sneering and roaring:
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
He roared frantically, and his True Qi surged even more violently within him, but ultimately, he could not break through the suppression on him.
"Seven Kills Sect?" Fang Zheng’s eyes moved slightly:
"Someone paid for my life, how much was the offer?"
"Five thousand taels!"
"Only five thousand taels?"
Fang Zheng shook his head in regret:
"My life is only worth five thousand taels?"
"If they knew you were a Flawless Martial Artist, it certainly wouldn’t be just five thousand taels." The tea-serving novice monk gritted his teeth:
"Not less than ten thousand taels!"
"Hah..." Fang Zheng chuckled lightly and asked:
"Who paid the money?"
"Not to mention we don’t know, even if we did, do you think we’d tell you?" the tea-serving novice monk sneered.
"Do you think by not speaking, I can’t get the information?" Fang Zheng lowered his eyes and chanted a spell in a low voice:
"Four seasons and eight festivals, arising from prosperity; when the spirit is not nourished within, evil essence operates from outside; dizzy and dim, unclear as in slumber."
"Urgent as the law commands!"
Mind Confusion Technique!
This is a magic of the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect, which Fang Zheng had mastered long ago.
Now, with his powerful Primordial Spirit, performing such magic made it difficult for even those with firm wills to resist.
As soon as the spell was chanted, the expressions of the two ’novice monks’ immediately turned bewildered.
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng was about to seize the opportunity to ask when his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and then he slightly bent his fingers downward with a gentle press.
The Protective Force covering the entire scene instantly transformed into two bells, enclosing the two ’novice monks’ within.
In the next instant.
"Boom!"
The bodies of the ’novice monks’ exploded like high explosives, flesh and blood flying, terrifying Qi sweeping in all directions.
However, whether it was the splattering flesh and blood or the sweeping Qi, they were all contained within those few feet by the invisible Protective Force.
"Self-destruction?"
Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed:
"What a tactic!"
It was evident that some kind of restraint had been planted within these two assassins, triggering self-destruction to ensure no information would be leaked.
Seven Kills Sect,
indeed worthy of being the top assassination organization in the world.
......
In the Zen room.
Fang Zheng slowly withdrew his fingers, his expression solemn.
"Donor Fang."
Yuanxing, with clear brows and delicate features, was so handsome that outside, he would surely be pursued by countless women.
It was hard to believe that he practiced the Vajra Arhat Skill, which maintains Essence and avoids women.
At this moment, Yuanxing looked anxious and asked:
"Is Master okay?"
"The tea was poisoned, and there were Gu insects hidden inside." Fang Zheng shook his head lightly:
"Please forgive me for being powerless to help."
"Ah!"
Yuanxing’s face turned ashen.
"Amitabha Buddha." Wuyuan lay on the bed, his face serene as if he didn’t mind having little time left:
"Everything has its fixed destiny; it seems that my time is near, Yuanxing, there’s no need to be sad. Even without this calamity, I wouldn’t have much time left."
"Donor Fang..."
He looked at Fang Zheng, speaking slowly:
"I hope the donor will lend a hand to slay the Wolf Demon."
"Don’t worry, Master." Fang Zheng lowered his head:
"It is a duty I cannot shirk!"
"Yuanxing." Wuyuan gestured:
"See the donor off for me."
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, Yuanxing lowered his head, concealing the thick, unabating sorrow in his eyes.
With the transition of spring to summer, the rain was drizzling.
The rain curtain made everything in the world appear hazy, and the stone steps down the mountain became slippery and difficult to walk.
On both sides of the stone steps,
young plant shoots had already grown vigorously, lush and green, swaying in the wind.
The two walked down the steps in silence for a long time.
"If it weren’t for my attracting the assassins, Master Wuyuan wouldn’t have suffered this calamity." Fang Zheng sighed:
"Yuanxing."
"If Cien Temple needs anything from me, don’t hesitate to say it; there’s no need for formalities in the future."
"Amitabha Buddha." Yuanxing pressed his hands together:
"Donor Fang need not feel guilty, Master has long seen through life and death, and he had already said that he would face calamity."
"Departing upon fulfilling one’s destiny is just the way of fate."
"Calamity, fate..." Fang Zheng paused, his gaze piercing through the hazy rain curtain, looking toward the distant city.
After a long while, he spoke:
"You should go back."
"As for the Wolf Demon in the mountains, there’s no need to worry. In a few days, I will personally slay it to honor Master Wuyuan."