Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 248: Iron Bamboo_2

Chapter 248: Iron Bamboo_2

There was a lane lined with Chinese parasol trees north of the city; the residences there were excellent, and the house prices were the highest among the four outer parts of the city.

Fang Zhixing first used the "Bone Shrinking and Face Changing," then rode a horse to the front of a mansion and knocked on the door.

Soon, a bare-chested young man opened the door. Upon seeing Fang Zhixing, who was unprepossessing in appearance but had a sword at his waist, he immediately became cautious, "Who are you and whom are you seeking?"

Fang Zhixing clasped his hands together and said, "I am Zhang Changji, here to pay my respects to Elder Xing Laixuan."

"You’re here to see my father?"

The young man grew even more cautious, his eyes slightly narrowing as he said, "If you’re here to challenge my father, please turn around and go back. My father is no longer involved in the Jianghu."

Fang Zhixing continued, "Big brother, you misunderstand, I am not here to challenge him. I am here to seek guidance from Elder Xing."

The young man was skeptical but turned around to inform Xing Laixuan.

Soon, the grand door opened.

Fang Zhixing was invited into the living room, where he met an elderly man with silver-streaked whiskers.

This elderly man appeared to be over seventy years old, his face not particularly wrinkled, and his eyes sparkled as if very well-maintained.

Xing Laixuan, sizing up Fang Zhixing, twirled his whiskers and asked, "Young man, what exactly do you need from this old man?"

Fang Zhixing continued, "Elder Xing, I am currently cultivating the ’Iron Bamboo Divine Sword Technique’ and have come to ask you to resolve my doubts."

Xing Laixuan smirked slightly and said, "You should know that techniques are not passed on lightly, and without the relationship of master and disciple, I will not teach you."

Fang Zhixing continued, "Alright, then I will not ask Elder Xing to resolve my doubts, but I ask you to demonstrate this sword skill in front of me completely. I am willing to pay you fifty thousand Big Coin as compensation."

Having said that, Fang Zhixing generously took out a gold ticket and laid it directly on the table.

Seeing this, Xing Laixuan was somewhat tempted.

This money is not to be missed.

Besides, he practiced his sword skill daily to limber up his muscles and bones.

Thinking this, Xing Laixuan sighed with a troubled expression, "Seeing your sincerity, I will risk shortening my lifespan by two years to perform the technique for you."

Xing Laixuan went out into the courtyard, raised a large Chopper, took a deep breath, and began practicing on his own.

"This Iron Bamboo Blade Skill is, strictly speaking, a Spiritual Ape Series Blade Skill. It is inspired by the resilient iron bamboo, mainly focusing on charging up and releasing energy, the longer you charge, the more formidable the blade!"

As Xing Laixuan practiced, he explained, and suddenly he took off his upper garment, revealing his slightly saggy muscles.

However, as he practiced, his muscles twisted like iron bamboo, becoming firm.

Soon, Xing Laixuan seemed to revert to youthfulness, his muscles swelled, filling out the slack skin and making him appear thirty years younger.

Fang Zhixing observed carefully, noting that the method of muscle movement on Xing Laixuan was quite miraculous, akin to a bent bamboo constantly storing that pressure, waiting to burst forth with accumulated thin releases!

"Gather!"

After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Xing Laixuan slowly ended his practice, sweating profusely.

He turned to look at Fang Zhixing, smiled and asked, "Young man, how much have you learned?"

Fang Zhixing slightly bowed his head.

[2, Watched a Five Beasts Realm Swordsman practice the Iron Bamboo Blade Skill once (completed)]

He couldn’t help but smile broadly and said, "Junior is deeply shocked and has benefited greatly."

This fifty thousand Big Coin was well-spent!

Thus, conditions 2 and 4 were successfully completed.

Condition 3 will also be easily completed.

"Hmm, only the last century-old iron bamboo is left."

Fang Zhixing’s mood instantly became very joyful, and he returned to Yixiang House to rest for two days.

Afterward, he sharpened his sword and continued chopping bamboo.

Another ten or so days passed in a flash.

Yixiang House remained very quiet, as no carrier pigeons had arrived for over two months.

"Let me go!"

That afternoon, Fang Zhixing suddenly heard Hongye’s cry.

"Woof woof~"

Xigou also started barking right after.

Fang Zhixing listened carefully and heard Xigou yell, "Fang Zhixing, come quickly, Qiao Quanlin is harassing Hongye."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhixing’s face instantly darkened, and he sprang to his feet, rushing over.

But after taking only two steps, he turned back, grabbed the bamboo sword, and bolted outside.

"Hongye, you’re just a lowly servant. If serving the Master is serving, isn’t serving me the same?"

Outside the west wing, Qiao Quanlin held a wine pot in one hand while his other hand roamed inappropriately towards Hongye.

He was drunkenly inebriated, his face flushed red.

Ma Zhengming stood not far away, watching Qiao Quanlin teasing Hongye, and he too felt restless.

Suddenly, a figure rushed past Ma Zhengming like a hurricane, making the corner of his clothes flutter and his hair dance wildly.

"So fast!"

Ma Zhengming tensed up, visibly startled.

Whoosh~

The sound of Po Kong suddenly intensified!

Qiao Quanlin only felt a strong wind coming from behind, causing his heart to jump.

In that instant, he instinctively tensed all the muscles in his body.

In a flash, the well-defined muscles on his body undulated like waves.

The "Surging Wave Sword Skill" was unmistakably a Mysterious Turtle Series Martial Arts, boasting quite impressive defense capabilities while also possessing the attack power of a sword skill.

Any attack that hit him was like striking tumultuous surge, where the damage would be engulfed and dissolved by the water.

The next moment, Qiao Quanlin’s right shoulder suddenly sank, pressing down on his right leg which bent and, with a loud thud, he knelt on the ground, smashing a crater into the Earth.

Qiao Quanlin’s breath caught, his muscles continuously impacted by a tremendous force, giving him a sensation of falling apart.

His "Surging Waves and Startling Surge," seemed merely like ripples in a bowl, utterly unable to contend with the stirring of an iron chopstick.

Qiao Quanlin turned his head to look, only then clearly seeing that the weapon attacking him was merely a bamboo sword.

He looked back again.

Fang Zhixing held the bamboo sword, appearing behind him with an icy expression on his face.

"Master, you..."

Qiao Quanlin had just begun to speak when his pupils suddenly contracted.

Fang Zhixing, without a word, raised the bamboo sword again and chopped down.

Qiao Quanlin’s scalp went numb; he quickly rolled forward on the spot.

But Fang Zhixing was too fast, and the bamboo sword solidly chopped down on Qiao Quanlin’s back.

Bang~

"Ah!"

Qiao Quanlin let out a piercing scream, his whole body convulsing as the clothes on his back split open, and a large portion of his back was torn open, turning into a bloody mess.

The sharp, excruciating pain was beyond description.

If it weren’t for his Mysterious Turtle Series tough skin and flesh, Fang Zhixing’s two strikes might have taken his life.

Qiao Quanlin scrambled to his feet, jumping through an archway and landing in the courtyard.

He gasped heavily, as miserable as an old ox, feeling unbearably painful all over.

Fang Zhixing, holding the bamboo sword, stepped through the archway, one step at a time.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Qiao Quanlin, frightened and furious, sweated profusely and said deeply, "You wouldn’t turn against Qiao over a mere wench, would you?"

Fang Zhixing lifted the bamboo sword, his face expressionless, and said, "Draw your sword, I have nothing to say to you."

Qiao Quanlin’s breathing stalled, his face cycling through color changes, and after hesitating for a moment, he dropped his long sword, suddenly knelt to the ground, forehead to the floor, earnestly kowtowing, "Qiao has been drunk and disruptive, offending Miss Hongye, please, Master, decree punishment."

Fang Zhixing snorted, then suddenly asked, "Ma Zhengming, what do you think?"

Ma Zhengming, already terrified, could not have imagined that Qiao Quanlin, with his 80,000 jin of Qi and proficiency in defense, could not withstand two strikes of Fang Zhixing’s bamboo sword.

The disparity was too great!

He hurriedly lowered his head, fearfully saying, "All is at the Master’s discretion."

"Hmm, you are right,"

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "Qiao Quanlin has committed a transgression, he deserves death!"

Ma Zhengming: "???"

Qiao Quanlin suddenly lifted his head and swiftly drew his sword from its sheath.

In his vision, a blur rapidly enlarged, swift as thunder.

Fang Zhixing twisted his arm, layers of Python Strength accumulated on the bamboo sword, as he fiercely chopped down.

Bang!

The bamboo sword smashed into Qiao Quanlin’s head, shattering it instantly.

As he died, he remained in the motion of drawing his sword from the sheath.

Hongye inhaled sharply, her expression slightly vacant as she looked at Fang Zhixing.

Gulp~

Ma Zhengming swallowed hard, trembling uncontrollably.