Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 98 "The Gift"

"Kuang—"

Fang Jin's expression darkened further. He flipped his hand and slammed it heavily onto the lid of the cauldron. The lid exploded like fireworks, and he casually tossed the dented and deformed metal piece aside.

Inside was gold, countless gold bars piled up like mountains, as large as carp. As the lid of the cauldron shattered, they flowed out with a rushing sound, instantly covering the ruins and transforming into a vast sea of ​​gold.

That's not the point. Or rather, for a martial artist, using money as a prize is an insult in itself. So, the gold stream also contained two other items, causing Fang Jin's pupils to shrink involuntarily.

One item was a young girl's delicate body, and the other was a coarse cloth bag, heavy and slippery inside, which swayed uncontrollably as if it were full when held in the hand.

Fang Jin didn't recognize the girl. She had a pretty and fair face, but her slightly droopy, tired eyes and the rouge on her lips that hadn't been wiped off easily reminded Fang Jin of a rumor.

"Lingering on pleasure boats... led to the death of the female chieftain, who was never seen again, neither alive nor dead..."

His lips twitched involuntarily, and then he pinched the innocent girl's cheek with two fingers. From the girl's open mouth, he saw a pure white jade-like relic bead... Fang Jin felt a familiar vitality flowing through it.

"They...they actually skinned that Bodhisattva alive and shattered her body, not only killing her past physical form, but even having a courtesan impersonate a Buddhist nun and bring her Buddha relics back to Snow City?"

What blasphemy, what mockery! Fang Jin had considered the possibility of the Li Dynasty hedging its bets, and he even guessed that Zhou Yuan would inevitably use some means to prolong the martial arts dynasty, but he did not expect it to be so despicable.

I thought that using a hundred households to escort them, or at worst setting up ambushes along the way, would be the limit. I never expected that they were rotten to the core... They actually wanted to make a prostitute act as Garan's holy son.

How dare they?

Is the agonizing struggle of those nuns in the nunnery really worth such a joke in your eyes?

On the surface, it was quite presentable, but inside it was rotten to the extreme. Fang Jin had only intended to complete the escort mission, but now... he was actually a little angry.

Fang Jin couldn't help but think of Chang Xiao, that old guy who was always laughing and swearing, yet who was willing to die for the ideal of adding a bit of goodness to the martial world. For the first time, he felt a little understanding of him.

What kind of world is this? What kind of emperor is this?

As for the other coarse cloth sack... Fang Jin opened it even more solemnly. Inside was a packet of unusually sticky blood; a gentle shake revealed obvious clots.

As for what was floating in that bag of blood, there were dozens of densely packed right ears... and a whole head with its eyes wide open in death, its terrified face bearing a 60-70% resemblance to Fang Jin at this moment.

"Ah...it's probably been a while since I chopped it up, Brother Fang probably doesn't recognize me anymore."

Zhou Bensi kindly reminded him, then slapped the folding book on the sedan chair and, like a storyteller, began to recount the story of the package of human blood and ears with dramatic intonation.

"That was your younger brother, one of only two male infants in the fourth branch of the Fang family in this generation... Unfortunately, he committed a serious crime that could lead to beheading a few days ago, and I had no choice but to oversee his execution. There was simply no time to inform Brother Fang."

"As for the rest, they are all just the result of collective punishment. The right ears of all forty-seven members of your Fang family are here. I have taken the liberty of leaving them all here... and handing them over to the current head of the Fang family."

"Although it is heartbreaking, I was upholding the law after all, so I think Brother Fang won't blame me."

"..."

Fang Jin didn't recognize these people. He was just an external will possessing the original owner's body. He had never even met his father, who was kneeling with his head bowed on the grassy slope, let alone the four relatives. He should have... should not have felt any emotion.

But at this moment, his gaze was completely buried in the shadows, his hands holding the blood-stained sack trembled slightly, and some intense emotion was boiling and burning in his chest.

But he simply knelt humbly on the ground, swept away the rubble and wood chips, cleared a patch of clean soil, and then dug a small mound with his hands, gently placing the blood bag down with his back to the crowd.

In this scene, both Xuanwu Guard and Zhou Bensi saw Fang Jin as utterly pitiful and pathetic, as if the pressure he had exerted on them earlier had been completely ineffective.

This gradually eased the tension in everyone's hearts. Looking at the figure bent over in the dust, a sense of superiority and disdain arose inexplicably, causing them to chuckle unconsciously.

...But Fang Jin's smile was even more ferocious and exaggerated than theirs.

"Of course...of course I won't blame you."

"You are a prince! It was only right that my father saved you; it would have been a grave mistake not to. And my unintentional and unfounded offense should be compensated by the lives of my entire family for your displeasure?"

Fang Jin stood up unsteadily, a wide smile playing on her lips as she faced away from the crowd. Her mind was churning with emotion; she felt this urge even without the mints.

Since transmigrating, Fang Jin has never felt the passion of living more intensely than he does now. Joy, sorrow, and absurdity swirled in his heart, gradually tearing his reason apart.

"Good that you know. Now, listen to my instructions and we're on our way..."

Zhou Bensi failed to understand the question in Fang Jin's words, even taking it as a confession, and continued to give orders nonchalantly, tacitly acknowledging that Fang Jin had become his puppet...

But suddenly, everything blurred, and Fang Jin's figure instantly traversed the Fifteen Xuanwu Guards and the deep forest! The deep crater created by his trampling swept away and obliterated the damaged ruins!

No one could react in time, including the three elders in the team. The explosion of fire and the burst of sound waves erupted a step later than him, and the blurry figure had already appeared in front of Zhou Bensi!

"You lowly commoner! You want to..."

Before Zhou Bensi could finish his angry and shocked words, his right hand was already reaching towards his brow, preparing to unleash the Grandmaster-level strike his father had left him. There was no need to keep this vicious dog that was biting him any longer!

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fang Jin, wielding a flaming cleaver, severed Zhou Bensi's arms in an instant! The moment the limbs were separated, two streams of blood burst forth from the cuts!

"Ahhh... Ahhhh—!"

A sharp pain exploded in his brain. Zhou Bensi fell face down to the ground and crawled backward. He could not suppress the screams of pain, and his heart was filled with disbelief!

How dare he! How dare he?! His whole family is in my hands, and I have a Grandmaster behind me who could wipe him and the entire Fang family with a single word. Where does he get the guts to hurt me?!

Fang Jin seemed completely oblivious to these issues. In the shadow of the sedan chair, he casually examined the severed arms, the splattered blood reminding him of that red cocktail.

I'm suddenly a little thirsty...