Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 320 - 195 Martial Alliance

Chapter 320: 195 Martial Alliance

"This person is really long-winded..."

A moment later, Gu Jingzhang finally couldn’t bear Fang Zhixing’s constant nagging and turned to leave.

He walked straight to the corner.

A short, dark-skinned youth was waiting there for him.

"Is it him?"

Gu Jingzhang asked the dark-skinned youth in a low voice.

This person was none other than the waiter from the Wind Thunder Camp’s Bright Moon Inn.

He had personally attended to Fang Zhixing.

The dark-skinned youth had been carefully observing Fang Zhixing for a while and shook his head, "No, that person does not look like this. He is also shorter and thinner."

Hearing this, Gu Jingzhang thought to himself that it was indeed so.

He breathed a sigh of relief, having completely ruled out Fang Zhixing as a suspect.

The party grew more lively.

After finishing a cup of wine, Fang Zhixing walked over to the wine table and refilled his jug.

"Have you heard? The Prefectural Governor’s second son, Luo Tanzhi, is taking a concubine."

At the wine table, four or five carefree young gentlemen were chattering about something.

"Tsk tsk, how old is Luo Tanzhi this year, fifteen or sixteen? He just got married a few months ago, and is he taking a concubine now?"

"You’re unaware of this: half a month ago, Luo Tanzhi attended a temple fair, where he met Miss Feng Jiayao of the Feng Family and fell in love at first sight. His admiration was so deep that he can’t marry anyone but her."

"By the Feng Family, do you mean one of the eight great Clan-gate Families, the Black Tiger Sect’s Feng Family?"

"Exactly, Luo Tanzhi is fervently pursuing Feng Jiayao. Their romantic affair has become public knowledge, stirring up a storm throughout the city."

"However, Feng Jiayao is not a legitimate descendant of the Feng Family; she’s just a child of the Family Head and a concubine, which somewhat lowers her status. She’s not quite a match for Luo Tanzhi. This marriage proposal is causing quite a scandal, I fear it may not happen."

"How come? Luo Tanzhi, as a direct descendant of the Luo Family, will marry whoever he likes, even if it’s just taking a concubine. It’s not a big deal."

"Hmph, have you forgotten? Luo Tanzhi’s wife is Miss Peng Xuerong, a legitimate daughter from the White Horse Village. I heard she’s just gotten pregnant. How could she possibly tolerate this?"

...

Fang Zhixing quietly listened to the gossip for a while, found it quite boring, and turned and walked away.

He made his way through the crowd to a corner of his own.

"Master Fang, what a coincidence!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the crowd.

Fang Zhixing turned around, and a humble smile quickly graced his face as he slightly bowed and cupped his hands, "Master Lu Yu."

Lu Yu squeezed through the crowd and approached Fang Zhixing, chuckling, "Ah, I’m here to apologize."

Fang Zhixing paused, puzzled, "Master Lu Yu, why do you say that?"

Lu Yu chuckled, "Last time I had intended to invite you to the Martial Alliance’s exchange meeting. The invitation was already written, but because there were so many, the servant lost your invitation in the process of delivery, resulting in you not receiving it.

Alas, I have severely punished that servant. I hope you can forgive him."

Fang Zhixing’s mind stirred.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if Lu Yu was sincerely apologizing or just teasing him.

After a brief pause, Fang Zhixing smiled, "Where, why would I deserve such honor?"

Lu Yu insisted, "The day after tomorrow at noon, I am hosting an exchange meeting for the Martial Alliance at the Tide Viewing Tower. Will you attend?"

Fang Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then smiled, "If I am available, I will certainly obey."

"Good, then I’ll wait for you."

Lu Yu laughed heartily and walked away.

Fang Zhixing walked to a corner by himself.

Just then, Miss Wu Hongqiu came over and whispered, "There’s a Spiritual Cultivation meeting tonight. You should go."

Fang Zhixing gently nodded and followed a maid, quietly leaving the hall.

It wasn’t long before he entered the great hall, expertly undressed, and soaked in the bath.

After cleansing himself, he slipped under the canopy of the bed and lay down.

After a short wait, a graceful silhouette slowly approached in the dim candlelight.

Fang Zhixing gently looked up, his gaze intensifying.

The woman’s figure was quite impressive, reminding one of the phrase "perfectly shaped."

"Oh, it’s her!"

Fang Zhixing’s mind was agitated; he was certain that this woman was the one who had cried out in pain before.

She came to the bedside, still a bit shy, not daring to meet Fang Zhixing’s eyes.

She took out a handkerchief and gently placed it over Fang Zhixing’s face, covering his mask.

It was indeed her!

Just like last time.

The silky handkerchief was imbued with a faint, heart-soothing fragrance.

Fang Zhixing softly smiled and relaxed his body.

Soon, the woman began to dance gracefully.

Unknowingly.

The night quickly passed.

When the day was well into its third period.

Fang Zhixing slept in until he was fully rested, got dressed, and quietly left the Wu Family residence.

Two days flashed by!

That morning, an invitation arrived at Yixiang House.

Hongye brought it over and gently said, "Master, this is the invitation from Master Lu Yu of the Martial Alliance."

Fang Zhixing was delighted and mused, "I hope the Martial Alliance will not disappoint me."

Time quickly reached noon.

Fang Zhixing, carrying the Beast Skin Scroll, rode on a horse from the Inner City to the edge of South Street in the Outer City.

Near the shore of Qingshui River, there was a seven-story tower.

Standing at the highest floor and leaning against the railing, one could overlook the magnificent view of the tide rising and falling on the Qingshui River.

Fang Zhixing arrived at the Tide Viewing Tower, climbed the steps, and went straight to the top floor.

The seventh floor was an especially spacious hall, capable of accommodating three hundred people to watch the tide together.

Noon had arrived!

Inside the seventh floor hall, footsteps crisscrossed and figures swayed.

Fang Zhixing entered from the entrance, looked around, and noticed that the hall had gathered many people, certainly more than a hundred.