Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 327 - 198 tragic

Chapter 327: 198 tragic

Lu Zonggang chuckled with a heavy implication, "Once you’ve accumulated enough contributions, I’ll tell you."

Fang Zhixing was momentarily speechless.

This fellow Lu Zonggang, seemingly straightforward and blunt, in fact preferred to keep secrets.

Fang Zhixing stood up, smiling, "Junior will go back and prepare, please wait patiently for the good news, senior."

He turned and left.

Lu Zonggang watched him go, and after a long while, he gestured to someone.

A young man with thick eyebrows suddenly appeared next to Lu Zonggang, bowing and saying, "Uncle Master, do you have any orders?"

Lu Zonggang stroked his beard, slowly stating, "Check the relationship between Yixiang House and the Luo Family."

The young man hesitated, then responded in a hushed tone, "Uncle Master, my master once solemnly instructed us to strictly prohibit meddling in any affairs related to the Luo Family."

Lu Zonggang raised his eyebrows, scratched his head, and sighed, "Then never mind."

Seeing this, the young man couldn’t help but remind him, "Fang Maofu is no ordinary person; he often visits the Wu Family’s residence, and occasionally encounters Lu Yu. With such a background, it’s best we avoid contact."

Lu Zonggang frowned, asking, "Then what do you think, should I give the Demon Transformation Realm cultivation technique to this Fang Maofu?"

The young man with thick eyebrows hesitated, "This is a major matter; let’s wait for master to return before making a decision."

Lu Zonggang nodded his head, smiling, "That’s fine, let’s just keep Fang Maofu’s appetite hanging for a while."

Clippity-clop~

Fang Zhixing, riding his horse, quickly returned to the Inner City, heading straight to Wind Singing Pavilion.

The jolly old man with a white beard, seeing his major customer, greeted with a joyful smile, "Young Master, what do you need?"

Fang Zhixing spoke seriously, "Help me track down the whereabouts of four martial arts."

He rapidly listed the names of the four martial arts, reminding, "I need exact information, down to a specific place or person who possesses the technique. Also, as soon as any of the four techniques is located, notify me immediately."

The old gentleman patted his chest in response, "Alright, no problem."

Fang Zhixing promptly paid the deposit and returned to Yixiang House.

Thus, more than twenty days passed by.

With the assistance of the Inspection Bureau and the Tian Family resigning from their government positions, Qinghe County gradually calmed down as well.

During these days, Fang Zhixing hardly received any assignments.

Meanwhile, he became the star of the Spiritual Cultivation gathering, thanks to his robust physique, boundless Qi-blood, and astonishing stamina.

The women in Wu Hongqiu’s social circle, one after another, wanted to see just how "strong" this hero was.

Of course, Spiritual Cultivation meetings were not to be publicized.

Yin Yang Harmony technique, which revolves around the union of male and female, implies the joys of male and female together.

This means that the women involved must succumb to a stranger.

In this world of ancient martial arts, the concept of honor is still highly regarded.

After all, no man would want to marry a woman who has participated in a Spiritual Cultivation meeting.

If a woman has already married and, due to some reason, she also partakes in a Spiritual Cultivation meeting,

it isn’t hard to imagine how glaringly green the light above her husband’s head would be.

And yet, such women do exist.

Fang Zhixing could judge whether a woman was married or not through their mode of interaction.

More than one, indeed!

The days passed by day by day.

Though Fang Zhixing’s life was rather enjoyable, he remained extremely cautious, never showing off and never boasting.

After all, he didn’t know whose husband he might be cuckolding.

Flap flap flap~

That evening, a pigeon hurriedly flew into Yixiang House.

"Tonight at the hour of Hai, travel to White Crane Lake, 190 miles south of the city, to assist Xin Zhanhong in ambushing Tian Taixing and killing him!"

Fang Zhixing’s breath caught, his expression involuntarily changing.

Hongye, surprised, said, "Tian Taixing, shouldn’t he have left Qinghe County by now?"

Fang Zhixing laughed wryly, "You forgot who lives by the White Crane Lake."

Hongye suddenly remembered, that Yan Hongtao lived by the White Crane Lake.

Tian Taixing was hopelessly infatuated with Yan Hongtao, loving her to death.

"The word ’lust’ cuts like a knife!"

Hongye shook her head speechlessly, feeling that it wasn’t worth it for Tian Taixing.

Truthfully, Tian Taixing had a promising future, and as long as he left Qinghe County, the Luo Family would have no chance to eliminate him.

Indeed, he had safely left.

But clearly, he thought himself clever, sneaking back into Qinghe County, thinking no one would be the wiser.

Little did he know, the Luo Family’s informants were ubiquitous, having already set their sights on him.

Now, Tian Taixing, for a love unattained, had even thrown his life into jeopardy.

With time pressing, Fang Zhixing quickly geared up, left through a secret passage, disguised himself, and quietly left the city.

He hastened southward, first following the official road, arriving at a ferry, and crossing Qingshui River by a small boat.

Upon reaching the other side, he again mounted his horse and galloped forward.

Today the weather was rather gloomy, the night progressively deepening, with the wind wailing in the wilderness.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light appeared ahead.

Fang Zhixing focused and saw that it was a lake.

The lake wasn’t particularly large, spanning a diameter of over three thousand meters.

"White Crane Lake!"

Fang Zhixing rejoiced in his heart, having finally managed to arrive just in time.

Looking around, he saw a small-sized villa standing by the lake.

This villa, known as White Crane Villa, belonged to the Yan Family estate.

Since the Yan Family winery was destroyed, the Yan Family had relocated to reside in White Crane Villa.

Fang Zhixing dismounted, walked into the lakeside forest, and whistled.

Soon, a response came from somewhere in the woods, also a whistle—long-short-long.

Fang Zhixing immediately went that way.

Under a large tree, in a dark clearing, dozens of masked men in black gathered.