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Chapter 79 Nunnery

"It is His Highness's honor that he still remembers my son! This old minister thanks His Highness on his behalf!"

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe immediately bowed down, but then dared not actually sit at the same table with Zhou Bensi. Instead, he held the wine cup with four fingers, knelt down and stood respectfully next to Zhou Bensi.

"I haven't even said what I'm going to reward you with yet, and you old rascal, you've already got a good way of currying favor."

The eldest prince was pleased with Clerk Fang's understanding nature, but it was only because he was interested and had indeed heard of the Fang family. That's why he summoned the old man to ask him questions and listen to them together as a pastime.

After all, the Fang family were legitimate military officers. Their great-grandfather had even fought alongside the Grand Marshal of the army to distant foreign lands, and his iron-like physical training methods were renowned.

However, in later generations, very few people were able to carry on their family's cultivation method. By the time of Fang Jin's father, some had even become civil officials. Only the youngest son had the aptitude to replicate the achievements of his ancestors.

"After all, it's only our youngest son who has achieved some success. As parents, of course we hope he can go further."

The man in the brocade robe smiled obsequiously and told some interesting stories. His back was bent so low it was heartbreaking. He was, after all, a fifth-rank official in the court, but he had no choice but to put on such a show.

The Li Dynasty revered martial arts, which, conversely, was an extreme case of the survival of the fittest. He earned his civil official position through the reputation of his ancestors, but that protection had come to an end for him.

If things continue like this, the descendants will have to rely on their own hard work, or even have to try their luck in the underworld. If they still can't make it, the Fang family's descendants will truly fade into obscurity.

In this extreme era... the martial world is like a branding iron, and ordinary people are like oil being fried. Even bandits are more respected than ordinary people. Going down means being torn apart and eaten. How can children possibly come up?

Fortunately, I still had the chance to bend over.

"Very well, let's watch Fang's performance closely. If he truly stands out, this prince might just give him some tasks!"

Fang, the registrar, was quite eloquent, perhaps having consulted a storyteller. His words really piqued the interest of the princes, drawing their attention to Fang, the centurion, in the corner of the nunnery.

He possesses the strength to move a thousand-pound cauldron, walks with the speed of a dragon, and even has the unique skill of forging fine steel with internal energy, capable of burning a hole in a person's body in a matter of minutes...

Although the system selected a similar approach based on Fang Jin's abilities and imprinted it on the mind of the family head, saying so much still made some people dissatisfied.

"I understand that Registrar Fang loves his son dearly, but isn't this a bit of an overstatement? To have such pure Yang internal energy and be so wildly powerful, how many years of cultivation must that be... Is this little brat perhaps your family's ancestor?"

At the four tables behind, an old monk sarcastically remarked that his cultivation method also leaned towards pure Yang, but even after nearly sixty years of practice... he still couldn't reach the level Old Fang described.

"It's just something special about our own sect. Tang Sect Leader and we are just different in our emphasis."

These words were spoken tactfully, leaving the old man speechless and choked with emotion. Old Fang, however, turned slightly to the side, smiling, and uttered his next sentence.

"It's just that we've gone a bit further. In terms of skill, cultivation, or the level of the method, my child might truly be worthy of being your ancestor."

"..."

"You arrogant brat!"

The four men, along with their disciples behind them, slammed their fists on the table and stood up, their eyes blazing with fury. They almost came up and tore Old Fang's fat body apart. When had they, with their seniority and status, ever been insulted like this?!

Zhou Bensi laughed. By cutting himself off from the martial world, he was doing this to show the Fang family's loyalty. How could the emperor not be pleased if a subject did this?

"Alright, alright everyone, calm down."

Zhou Bensi, however, remained seated and waved his hand, suppressing the restlessness of the group. He then glanced up at the sky, as if calculating the start of the performance, before smiling and speaking to those around him.

"Alright everyone, let's settle any grudges and grievances after this is over. Let's make sure we take this final step in the suppression of Buddhism firmly before we have the confidence to do what we're about to do."

"Send a message to the Brocade Army, it's time to begin. Don't keep our esteemed guests waiting too long."

……

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Five-colored arrows shot down from the mountainside, with whistling arrows at the top and colorful smoke at the tail. The Jinxiu Army around the nunnery immediately received the news and roared as they charged into the deep courtyard with white walls!

Fang Jin was naturally the leader of this group, but there was one thing that was really bothering him: he wasn't very good at swordsmanship. The embroidered knife in his hand was just a stick. He was too lazy to even take off the scabbard and just slammed it down.

But it is also the fiercest and heaviest club.

"Bang—!"

Fang Jin's entire arm turned blood red, and the blood under her skin roared like thunder. The embroidered knife was just a blur in the eyes of others. When they saw it again, it had already smashed into the wall with a loud bang!

The white walls, like wafers, cracked outwards from the center, layer by layer. The intact stone wall turned from blocks into granules and then into dust, before shattering into pieces and scattering into the courtyard!

They had framed and killed a nun. When Miaoyuan didn't return for a long time, the people in the courtyard became wary and squatted naked on the edge of the courtyard wall, waiting for outsiders to break in so they could launch a surprise attack and kill them.

But it was too late now. Who could have imagined that this splendid army wouldn't just climb over the wall and push the gate open, but would actually tear the wall down? They even blasted open the gate and the stone wall together!

Those who were close by had their heads and upper bodies smashed open, collapsing to the ground without a sound. Those who were a little further away were hit by the blast of rubble, their protruding bodies being smashed into tattered sacks!

"Pfft!"

"Let's go in, brothers, and have a bloodbath!"

Fang Jin was in the midst of his passionate outburst, and the resentment he had felt from being teased and manipulated by Jiang Chan for half a day finally had a chance to be released. The club in his hand was already dancing with afterimages.

But the few people who followed behind... had already lost their temper, because their basic task was only to suppress this brothel. They should only provide support if they had extra resources or wanted to earn merit later.

But how come the matter ended before they even entered the door? They had indeed heard of the Fang family's iron-cooking method, but none of them expected it to be this powerful!

Even among those corpses... there were quite a few martial artists with real reputations in the martial arts world. It's true that Buddhism is full of supernatural powers and strange phenomena, but there's never a shortage of people willing to believe in it or those with ulterior motives in the great melting pot of the martial arts world.

and so……

"Brother Fang... Lord Centurion, this is the culmination of years of experience you've accumulated! How the hell did you agree to be just a mere centurion?"