Dominating Martial King
Chapter 594: 282 Fang Bu Yuan (Please Subscribe)_4

Chapter 594: Chapter 282 Fang Bu Yuan (Please Subscribe)_4

This was one of the several individuals whom Jian Cangfeng had particularly warned Chu Xisheng to be extremely careful of before his departure and is also the son of the Mountain Patrol Institute Grand Elder, Fang Zheng.

He was reputed to be an all-knowing figure within the Formless Divine Sect, a busybody, a Magic Artifact Merchant, and an Elixir Merchant; in short, his divine skills were extensive, and he conducted all sorts of business.

However, though he came from an extraordinary family, he did not receive the slightest benefit from his father.

The Mountain Patrol Institute Grand Elder, Fang Zheng was a man of stern and rigid character, fierce and severe, and did not get along with his son Fang Bu Yuan.

It was said that he was dissatisfied with his son’s unwillingness to join the War Hall, the Imperial Hall, and the Mountain Patrol Hall to serve the sect, and his refusal to endure rigorous cultivation, wasting great potential and desiring only to engage in business.

As such, whenever Fang Bu Yuan was seen, he would be hit, and if encountered, he would be scolded.

This person’s appearance was also interesting; none of his body parts were round, and even his arms and legs were knotted with muscles.

However, Jian Cangfeng’s evaluation of this fellow was that he was extremely sly and bad to the bone; you could deal with him, but one must be extra careful.

Fang Bu Yuan, upon hearing this, laughed, “The nickname ‘Store Manager,’ did you hear that from Senior Brother Jian? He must have told you many bad things about me, but let me tell you, none of those are true. I, Fang, conduct any business with honesty and integrity, unlike Jian Cangfeng that fellow, who looks honest and loyal but actually has a belly full of bad water.”

He then became serious and bowed to Chu Xisheng, saying, “The reason I have taken the liberty to speak to Junior Brother Chu is actually that I, Fang, have a favor to ask. This ‘Time Secret Realm’ might be controlled by our sect, but some sects in the Northern region also possess secret paths leading into it.

Thus, every time the Secret Realm opens, our sect suffers casualties of about twenty to thirty people. This casualty rate is not large, but I, Fang, cherish my life and cannot be unguarded, so I would like to ask Junior Brother Chu for insurance.”

“Insurance?” Chu Xisheng asked, puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“Please pay attention to this Seal I form,” he said.

Fang Bu Yuan made a hand gesture, “If I face danger inside the Secret Realm, I will release a unique firework of seven colors. This firework is one of a kind and can be seen from dozens of miles away. If Junior Brother sees it, please make sure you come to my rescue.”

“You can form this talismanic formula, and at that time, a spirit light will guide you to find my location. I will not let Junior Brother come in vain; whether there is combat or not at that time, I am willing to reward fifty thousand taels of Demon Silver. If the enemies are numerous, or the situation is dangerously urgent, we can negotiate a higher price,” he added.

Chu Xisheng then thought to himself, do I even have the time to save you? I myself am in extremely dire straits, only slightly better off than Chu Ming.

It was not until Fang Bu Yuan mentioned the silver that his expression softened somewhat.

Still, Chu Xisheng was puzzled internally, “Why would Brother Fang come to find me? There are many powerful people among the fellow disciples here. Also, if Brother is worried about the danger, wouldn’t it be alright for you just not to go in?”

Fang Bu Yuan smiled lightly, “There might be hidden dragons and crouching tigers here, but there are only one or two whose strength matches that of Junior Brother.”

While saying this, he specifically glanced sideways at Bai Xiaozhao on Chu Xisheng’s shoulder.

This Five-tailed Wind Beast is quite formidable and seems to be nearly transforming into Chenghuang.

Most likely, not even those in the Fifth Grade Upper could match it.

Being well-informed, he knew that Chu Xisheng had slain Zhu Kongming and defeated Chu Ming along the way, proving himself to be no weakling.

“Actually, I also do not want to enter this Time Secret Realm, but alas—”

As Fang Bu Yuan was shaking his head, sighing continuously, someone coldly scoffed behind him, “He’s afraid the Mountain Patrol Institute Grand Elder will break his legs if he doesn’t go. This guy figures he has to make the journey anyway and might as well make some money in the process. So, he’s brought a lot of valuable things with him this time to do business in the Secret Realm, fearing others might rob him.”

Chu Xisheng glanced over and saw a young man holding a sword, his face stern, brow broad, brimming with heroic vigor.

This person was about seventeen or eighteen years old and dressed in the garments of an Inner Sect Disciple.

Fang Bu Yuan, undisturbed by the remark, smiled and introduced him to Chu Xisheng, “This is Leng Chanra, known as ‘Instant Sword,’ my bodyguard.”

Chu Xisheng then looked up and down at Fang Bu Yuan doubtfully.

Seeing this fellow dressed in a loosely fitting green robe, he did not seem to be carrying many items.

Fang Bu Yuan even lacked a single parcel on him.

Could it be that this guy was carrying a Void Magical Artifact?

Such an item was extremely precious, only forgeable by an Artifact Master whose magic cultivation had reached the Third Grade and who was proficient in Temporal Magic Technique.

Because of the excruciatingly stringent requirements, there were not many hereditary Void Magical Artifacts, and many of the Second and Third Grade masters on the Earthly List did not possess them.

As Chu Xisheng was sizing him up, trying to find any trace of that Magic Artifact on Fang Bu Yuan, he heard a loud shout.

“I am Yiin Feihong, a True Disciple of the Xuanming Sect, ranked eighty-seventh on the Qingyun General List, and the sixth seat among the Shenxiu Ten Outstanding Swordsmen. I wish to challenge West Capital Chu Ming to a Swordsmanship duel to determine who is superior. I wonder if Miss Chu would dare to accept the challenge?”

In that moment, everyone turned their heads toward the source of the voice.

He was a handsome young man, around sixteen years old.

With his hand on a long sword, his gaze defiantly fixed on the direction of the Formless Divine Sect’s disciples.

However, the two Xuanming Sect elders beside him had slightly changed expressions and deeply furrowed brows.

The crowd then turned their heads to look towards Chu Ming among them.

Chu Ming was caught in hesitation.

She did not want to accept the challenge.

If it were a normal sparring match, she wouldn’t be afraid.

What she feared was the abnormal.

By now, the fact that she possessed the Vengeful Bloodline and was hopeful of mastering the “Divine Intent Touch Death Blade” had spread.

Logically, no one would specifically seek to provoke the Formless Divine Sect by challenging her.

Anyone daring to challenge her at this time surely had ulterior motives!

Chu Ming thought of the bounties on her in the Killing Tower and Rebirth Heaven.

Her face slightly darkened, and she huffed lightly, “Not interested! If you want to see my sword, there will be a chance to fight after entering the secret realm.”

As soon as Chu Ming spoke, a buzzing sound immediately spread through the crowd.

The disciples from “Divine Desolation Eternal Youth City” and “North Heaven Gate” all had odd expressions, seeming to suppress their smiles.

Some even unabashedly sneered.

Meanwhile, the people from the Formless Divine Sect slightly furrowed their brows.

It wasn’t that they didn’t understand Chu Ming’s concerns.

However, Chu Ming’s refusal to fight indeed diminished the prestige of their Formless Divine Sect.

Although they had previously accepted Chu Ming’s gifts, they couldn’t help feeling somewhat dissatisfied now.

The grand elder of the War Hall, Aox Guo, had an especially stern look on his face.

He glanced at Chu Ming sideways, his eyes as dark as iron.

Yiin Feihong also looked very disappointed, and with a snicker, he cupped his fists again, “I’ve heard that your sect’s ‘Blood Vengeance Candidate,’ Chu Xisheng, ranked seventh among Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Sabers, once defeated Chu Ming with forty-four slashes. I wonder, would Brother Chu dare to fight, and have a bout with me?”

Hearing this, the people from the Formless Divine Sect looked towards Chu Xisheng.

Chu Xisheng didn’t wait for their gazes to meet his. His brows raised, and without any hesitation, he responded, “Good!”

He directly leapt into the air, landing in front of Yiin Feihong, his hand on the hilt as he smiled and asked, “Is Mr. Yiin merely sparring, or is he deciding both superiority and matters of life and death?”

Yiin Feihong also placed his hand on his sword, his expression solemn, “We are all from the same circle. Why decide on life and death? I simply want to see if Brother Chu’s blade can surpass Mr. Yiin’s sword.

If Chu Ming doesn’t dare to fight, then defeating Brother Chu is the same. If I win against you, Mr. Yiin will become the fourth seat among Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Swordsmen!”

At that moment, he flicked a copper coin into the sky.

Yiin Feihong’s gaze turned cold, “With the elders present here, there’s no need for us to find someone to supervise. When the coin falls, we shall make our moves.”

Chu Xisheng nodded slightly in agreement.

He patiently waited for the coin to fall, and almost simultaneously as it did, a ‘clang’ was heard from their waist.

Chu Xisheng drew his right-hand sword, “Golden Wind Jade Dew,” clearly two strokes faster.

But as his blade was about to swing towards Yiin Feihong’s throat, he saw a burst of nine-colored cold light explode from the other’s sleeve.

Chu Xisheng recognized it instantly—it was an extremely powerful hidden weapon, the “Nine Yang Breaking Yuan Needle.”

A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The man in front of him was not aiming to determine who was superior, he was after his life!