Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 275 - 174 Kneel Down

Chapter 275: 174 Kneel Down

Fang Zhixing drew his sword from the scabbard and said in a deep voice, "You’re Ming Jing, aren’t you? I’m here to kill you."

He raised his sword and chopped.

Whoosh!

The sound of slicing air erupted loudly!

The power of the sword was unmatched, and immediately, a deep gully formed on the ground.

The two nuns, seeing this, were so terrified that they trembled all over, not daring to move.

The younger nun was only in the Great Python Realm, but she was naturally timid. Despite her strength, she never dared to fight others.

Her senior sister was even less capable, having trained in martial arts for only a few years, and not even reaching the Power Transmission Realm.

"I am Ming Jing. I hope that you will kill only me and not harm my junior sister," said the senior sister.

The senior sister took a deep breath, trembling as she stepped forward two steps, her expression gradually changing from fear to a resolute acceptance of death.

"No!"

Suddenly, the younger nun screamed, "I am Ming Jing, she is my senior sister Ming Hui, come at me if you want."

The senior sister pushed her away, and said earnestly, "Don’t listen to her nonsense, monastics do not lie, I am indeed Ming Jing."

Fang Zhixing said coldly, "You should be carrying an identity token, show it."

The senior sister instantly stiffened.

The younger nun immediately pulled out a wooden token from her bosom and shouted, "Here it is, look!"

With understanding swiftly dawning in his mind, Fang Zhixing moved in a flash, appearing behind the younger nun and struck her on the back of her neck.

Ming Jing’s body went limp, and she collapsed into Fang Zhixing’s arms.

"What, what are you doing?" the senior sister panicked.

But she could do nothing, watching helplessly as Fang Zhixing lifted Ming Jing and, with a few leaps, disappeared into the woods.

Fang Zhixing reached the horses, produced a rope, and tied Ming Jing up securely before placing her across the horse.

"Giddyup~"

Fang Zhixing then hurried back on his horse.

However, since Yan’s Winery was south of the city and he had come from the north with a live person, it wasn’t possible to go directly through the county, he had to take a detour.

Fang Zhixing raced to a ferry, paid for a black-canopied boat, and put both the horse and Ming Jing on the boat.

He rowed the black-canopied boat downstream, going as fast as the wind and waves allowed, swift as a Cloud-piercing Arrow.

With twelve thousand jin of strength applied to rowing, how could he not be fast?

The black-canopied boat traveled over two hundred li and docked on the shore.

Fang Zhixing lifted the fine horse to the shore, then placed Ming Jing on the horse again.

"You, let me go!"

Suddenly, Ming Jing woke up hazily and screamed in terror.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing raised his hand, intending to knock Ming Jing unconscious again.

However, he suddenly changed his mind and unabashedly patted her down.

"Ah~"

Ming Jing’s face immediately blushed with embarrassment.

Soon after, Fang Zhixing found a handkerchief and stuffed it into Ming Jing’s mouth.

She finally quieted down.

Fang Zhixing continued his journey, darting through the woods and small paths, and soon reached the official road.

Once on the official road, Fang Zhixing immediately took out a map, carefully examined it, and identified his approximate location using nearby mountains and other landmarks.

"Not far now..."

Fang Zhixing looked toward the horizon at sunset and quietly sighed.

He didn’t dare to delay, hurried along, and finally reached the woods outside the winery before darkness fell.

"We’ve arrived..."

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath. The events that had occurred here two days ago were still vivid in his mind.

He quickly changed into a black mask and rode along the forest path.

Suddenly!

Almost three hundred meters out, three figures abruptly sprang from the woods—two men and a woman, blocking the path ahead.

Fang Zhixing looked up to see an old man with a hunched back and two middle-aged people.

The hunched-back old man was carrying a Horse-slaying Saber, which was clearly a heavy blade and appeared extremely heavy.

The other middle-aged brawny man had a round face, especially narrow eyes, almost squeezed into slits, tied with a ponytail at the back of his head.

At first glance, the man seemed somewhat doltish.

There was also a middle-aged woman, the youngest of the lot, around thirty years old, with a mature and voluptuous figure, her waist so slender it could be encircled with one hand, full of charm.

Her hair flowed loosely, revealing a cold yet beautiful face, her deep eyes emanating a faint allure that involuntarily reminded one of the phrase "ethereally stunning."

The woman wore a red cloak, with a long sword at her waist, standing there, one hand on her hip, with a heroic and outstanding demeanor.

"Hehee~"

Fang Zhixing immediately stopped his horse, and before he could speak, the hunched-back old man asked, "Is that nun the daughter of the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk?"

Fang Zhixing was startled and looked down at Ming Jing.

As expected, when Ming Jing heard the name Breaking Precepts Evil Monk, her eyes widened dramatically, and her expression became incredibly chaotic.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and answered, "Her monk’s name is Ming Jing."

"Then that settles it."

The red-cloaked beauty’s mouth curled up, her expression cold yet mocking as she said, "The Luo Family, truly formidable, to know even such a secret as the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk having a daughter."

The hunched-back old man responded, "Who cares, our mission is to drive back the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk. Let’s get to work!"

He turned and walked towards the winery, and the round-faced man and the red-cloaked beauty followed closely.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing dismounted, carrying Ming Jing after them.

The group arrived outside the main gate of the winery.

"Cough cough!"

The hunched-back old man coughed out loud, his voice booming across the wide open space.

"Breaking Precepts Evil Monk, come out!"

The hunched-back old man called out bluntly.

The next instant!

Creeak~

The winery’s main gate slowly opened, revealing a bald monk behind it, holding a wine gourd.

Fang Zhixing’s pupils contracted slightly, and he shielded Ming Jing in front of him, grabbing her neck with his right hand.