Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 330 - 199 Holy Bat_2

Chapter 330: 199 Holy Bat_2

Xin Zhanhong panted heavily, casting a cold eye over the bodies strewn about before tilting his head back to gaze at the endless night sky.

Rain poured down his face, giving his expression a savage and somber look.

"Let’s go!"

Xin Zhanhong withdrew his gaze, turned, and leaped into the darkness, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately flickered in form, darting into the woods.

Without any delay, he ran deeper into the forest and found his steed.

Mounting the horse, he spurred it into a frenzied gallop.

Around dawn, Fang Zhixing returned to Yixiang House.

Hongye was still awake and came out to meet him, her surprise apparent at the sight of Fang Zhixing’s complexion, "What happened?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "The mission failed."

He gave a brief explanation.

Hongye’s breath hitched, and she responded with a serious tone, "I’ll notify the young master and his lady immediately."

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Hongye entered the study room and softly said, "Master, the identity of the woman in purple you encountered last night has been uncovered. She is a master from the ’Holy Bat Sect.’"

"Holy Bat Sect?!"

Fang Zhixing, who had never heard of such a thing, expressed his astonishment, "That’s not a power from Qinghe County, is it?"

Hongye nodded, "The Holy Bat Sect is far away in ’Fengling County,’ not within the Luo Family’s sphere of influence."

Fang Zhixing thought to himself that it figured, no wonder Xin Zhanhong had no recognition of the woman in purple.

The two had never operated in the same region nor had they ever come into contact with each other.

One could say that the appearance of the woman in purple was too abrupt and unforeseen, leading to an unprecedented setback in their assassination attempt the night before.

The failure of the mission was one thing, but the heavy casualties were another.

Many men in black met their doom and died miserably outside, their bodies left uncollected.

The same tragic fate could happen to Fang Zhixing at any time.

Fang Zhixing closed his eyes, carefully recalling the fight between Xin Zhanhong and the woman in purple.

The power unleashed by a Nine Ox Realm expert was beyond imagination.

Fang Zhixing could not be certain of just how much Qi Xin Zhanhong possessed, but by a rough estimate, it should not be less than two hundred thousand catties.

In other words, even if Fang Zhixing used the "Blood Net" Burst Skill, he’d likely only last two or three exchanges before being killed in Xin Zhanhong’s presence.

At this thought, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of urgency welling up inside him.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed and it was early morning.

Two middle-aged people suddenly arrived at Yixiang House.

Hongye received them.

Soon after, she reported to Fang Zhixing, "The young master has sent over two helpers for you. They are quite competent, both at the Four Beasts Realm."

Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What’s their story?"

Hongye replied in detail, "These two are actually husband and wife, named Yue Yunze and Qu Qiongying, known in Jianghu as the ’Mandarin Duck Killers.’"

Fang Zhixing’s mouth twitched; just by the sound of it, he knew these two weren’t easy people.

He said indifferently, "Have them come in."

Hongye nodded, called out to the doorway, "You two, please come in."

Creak...

The door opened!

Two figures strode in swiftly, bowed their heads, and saluted with great respect.

Fang Zhixing looked over the Mandarin Duck Killers impassively.

They appeared to be in their thirties, dressed in simple black attire, inconspicuous and unimposing.

The man was Big Beard, burly and robust, wielding a Short Axe.

The woman was plain-looking with an ample bosom and a long whip hanging from her waist.

"Rise."

Fang Zhixing smiled, lightly lifting his hand, "Welcome to Yixiang House."

The Mandarin Duck Killers said in unison, "We, husband and wife, are of modest ability but wish to dedicate our services to the Master."

"Mhm, there will be times when I will need your services."

Fang Zhixing did not have much else to say and immediately instructed Hongye to arrange accommodations for the couple.

And so, Yixiang House, after losing Ma Zhengming, welcomed two new guests.

On that very day, the Prefectural Governor’s mansion was decked out in lights and decorations for a celebration.

The Prefectural Governor’s second son, Luo Tanzhi, joyously married Miss Feng Jiayao from the Feng Family, a happy and auspicious occasion.

Of course, Fang Zhixing had no privilege to go there and ask for a cup of wedding wine.

Whether in the halls of power or within the Jianghu, Fang Zhixing now is but an unknown of no significance.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, good news came from Wind Singing Pavilion.

"Finally!"

Fang Zhixing had been impatient and quickly made his way to Wind Singing Pavilion.

"Young Master, great news!"

The old man with white whiskers rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Our Wind Singing Pavilion has worked from dawn till dusk, enduring countless hardships, and we have finally found the Cultivation Technique for you."

He raised two fingers proudly and claimed, "Moreover, we have located two Cultivation Techniques at once."

Fang Zhixing’s spirits were greatly lifted. Knowing the old man’s principle of ’seeing the rabbit before releasing the hawk,’ without another word, he took out several Gold Tickets and handed them over.

The old man counted them, smiled in satisfaction, and said, "First, the good news: ’Bloodthirsty Sword Scripture,’ this Cultivation Technique, is available in our Wind Singing Pavilion. If you want it, the price is negotiable."

Fang Zhixing asked curiously, "And the other Cultivation Technique?"

The old man continued, "That Cultivation Technique is ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill.’ We’ve found a successor of the Holy Blood Sect, and that person possesses the complete technique."

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "Name and location?"

The old man replied, "The man is Wei Anfeng. Though skilled in superior Cultivation Techniques, he does not enjoy practicing martial arts, preferring brewing. He is presently just an unremarkable Brewer working at the Yan Family Winery."

The Yan Family Winery?!

Fang Zhixing felt his heart skip a beat, never expecting to be entangled with the Yan Family Winery once again.

Fang Zhixing hesitated, "I heard that the Yan Family Winery has been destroyed. Where is Wei Anfeng now?"

The old man answered, "Wei Anfeng has always followed the Yan family. At the moment, he resides in White Crane Villa."

Fang Zhixing was speechless.

Could there really be such coincidences in the world?

He took a deep look at the old man.

If not for Wind Singing Pavilion’s centuries of reputation, he might even suspect a conspiracy.

"Regardless, let’s buy the ’Bloodthirsty Sword Scripture’ first."

Fang Zhixing inquired, "Let’s talk about the price. How much do you want for the ’Bloodthirsty Sword Scripture’?"

However, the old man waved his hand dismissively and chuckled, "Don’t rush. The ’Bloodthirsty Sword Scripture’ is not here with me. It’s at Wind Singing Pavilion’s headquarters and will take some time to be transported here. As for the price..."

The two began to haggle.

The old man demanded an exorbitant price starting off high.

Fang Zhixing could still afford it, but it would leave him financially ruined.

The price was not agreed upon for the moment.

The old man seemed to perceive that Fang Zhixing greatly desired the Demon Transformation Realm Cultivation Technique, adopting a determined stance as if he had Fang Zhixing under his thumb, refusing to lower the price no matter what.

Fang Zhixing also did not indulge him, flatly refused, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Afterwards, he hurried to White Crane Villa.

It had just passed noon.

Fang Zhixing arrived at the gates of White Crane Villa on horseback.

Revisiting this place, traces of that night’s battle were faintly visible.

After all, the destruction caused here by the fight between two from the Nine Ox Realm was immense.

Fell trees, damaged roads, and destroyed grass...

Fang Zhixing dismounted and approached to knock on the door.

Soon, an elderly servant opened the door and sized up Fang Zhixing, asking, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "I am a friend of Wei Anfeng. I’ve come to visit him."

"Oh, you’re looking for Old Wei!"

The servant showed a smile, nodded, and said, "Please wait, I’ll go call him."

Fang Zhixing patiently waited.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, the door opened again, and a middle-aged burly man in blue clothes and an apron came out.

The man’s hair was partly tied, partly loose, his beard unkempt, and his face carried a touch of the vicissitudes typical of middle-aged men, with a glint of gloominess in his eyes.

At first glance, he exuded a strong sense of artistry from head to toe.

"You are?"

Wei Anfeng scrutinized Fang Zhixing, not recognizing him at all.

Fang Zhixing clasped his hands respectfully and said, "Brother Wei, forgive the intrusion. My name is Zhang Changji, and I have something to discuss with you."

Wei Anfeng asked in surprise, "We’ve never met before, what business have you with me?"

Fang Zhixing stated bluntly, "I’ve heard that Brother Wei possesses a Demon Transformation Realm Cultivation Technique called ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill.’ Is that correct?"

No sooner had he spoken these words than Wei Anfeng’s expression changed dramatically...