Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 331 - 200 Hongtao

Chapter 331: 200 Hongtao

"Who told you that?"

Wei Anfeng’s face quickly turned ugly as he asked in a deep voice.

Fang Zhixing paused briefly before responding, "Zhang sincerely came here to purchase the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill.’ I hope Brother Wei can make it happen."

Wei Anfeng sneered coldly, angrily saying, "Do you know that I don’t have the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill’ at all? It’s just a rumor!"

Fang Zhixing’s eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

Wei Anfeng spread his hands and sighed with frustration, "I am not a martial artist and am not interested in martial arts, but I don’t know who started the rumor that I possess a Supreme Divine Skill, causing me to be harassed constantly."

He pointed at Fang Zhixing’s nose and said, "You’re not the first one to come looking. Before you, a Jianghu man caught me and started beating me violently, forcing me to hand over the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill.’ When I couldn’t produce it, he just kept hitting me, almost killing me."

Fang Zhixing asked, "Aren’t you the descendant of the Holy Blood Sect?"

"I’m not."

Wei Anfeng shook his head helplessly, saying, "But my grandfather is a descendant of the Holy Blood Sect, and probably because of this, I’ve been endlessly entangled by people from Jianghu.

Oh, right, a couple of years ago, someone insanely dug up my grandfather’s grave, also looking for the cultivation technique."

Fang Zhixing was speechless, his face full of apology as he said, "I’m sorry, Zhang was misled and has disturbed Brother Wei."

Seeing this, Wei Anfeng calmed down and responded, "It’s alright, at least you didn’t beat me up."

"I take my leave."

Fang Zhixing bowed his hands and left.

Wei Anfeng watched him go and after a long while, he sighed, turned around, and went back inside the villa.

Soon, he arrived behind a pavilion and coughed lightly.

Quickly, a window was pushed open.

The silhouette inside the window, though somewhat blurry, resembled a blooming dianhua, bright and quiet, dazzlingly beautiful.

Wei Anfeng raised his head and gazed affectionately at the blurred figure inside the window, softly saying, "Miss, another Jianghu person just came, also inquiring about the whereabouts of the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill.’"

Soon, a charming voice from inside retorted playfully, "Why are you calling me Miss again?"

Wei Anfeng’s face turned red, he looked around excitedly and whispered, "Hongtao."

"Hmm, that’s better."

The silhouette inside the window was indeed Yan Hongtao.

She laughed happily, saying, "I just love it when you call my name."

Wei Anfeng grew more excited, joyfully saying, "As long as you’re happy, Hongtao, I’m happy too."

Yan Hongtao suddenly spoke with a tone full of apology, "Brother Wei, it’s hard on you, alas, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t accidentally revealed your identity, those Jianghu people wouldn’t have been able to find you."

Wei Anfeng hurriedly said, "It’s not your fault; after all, I indeed don’t possess the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill.’"

"Yes, indeed."

Yan Hongtao covered her mouth and giggled, appearing utterly amused, "No one would guess that you already passed that Supreme Divine Skill over to me."

Just then, someone called out from inside the room, "Miss, who are you talking to?"

Yan Hongtao quickly replied, "Nobody, I’m reading."

Wei Anfeng lowered his head, a happy expression surfacing on his face, and then he turned and left.

Night soon fell.

A gentle breeze was blowing; White Crane Villa was peaceful.

The people inside the villa had gone to bed early, peacefully sleeping.

Suddenly!

Whoosh, a figure vaulted over the wall and sneaked inside the villa.

The moment he landed, the distant candlelight shone on him.

Clothed in black, his face masked, his eyes clear.

This mysterious person moved silently, like a ghost, and quickly arrived beneath the pavilion.

With a light tip of his toe, he soared lightly as if weightless and landed on the window.

He opened the window, slipped inside, and noiselessly approached the bed.

Inside the curtain, on the bed!

Lay a woman.

Indeed, she was uncovered and unclothed.

"Yan Hongtao really likes to sleep naked..."

The man in black thought amusingly, and he was none other than Fang Zhixing!

During the day, he had pretended to leave in front of Wei Anfeng but quickly doubled back.

He climbed a large tree, overlooking the entire White Crane Villa, keeping a watch on Wei Anfeng.

Next, he just happened to witness the scene of Wei Anfeng secretly meeting with Yan Hongtao!

Oh boy!

Yan Hongtao, two-timing, huh!

But then, that statement wasn’t entirely accurate.

After all, Tian Taixing was just a suitor of Yan Hongtao, it didn’t mean Yan Hongtao liked Tian Taixing.

It seemed, Yan Hongtao and Wei Anfeng were true lovers!

What is this, a mistress falling for her servant?

Fang Zhixing drew the curtain aside, quick and agile, straddling Yan Hongtao, pinning down her arms with his legs and covering her mouth at the same time.

Yan Hongtao suddenly opened her eyes.

In the darkness.

Their eyes met.

Strangely, Yan Hongtao did not scream or make a sound.

She just widened her eyes, curiously looking at Fang Zhixing.

"Don’t make a sound, I have something to ask you. If you understand, blink your eyes," Fang Zhixing spoke softly.

Yan Hongtao blinked her eyes.

Fang Zhixing asked, "Does Wei Anfeng possess the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill?’ If yes, blink once."

Yan Hongtao didn’t blink.

Fang Zhixing frowned, puzzled.

Given the professionalism of Wind Singing Pavilion, they shouldn’t make such a basic mistake.

What went wrong?

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing had an idea, choked Yan Hongtao’s neck, causing her to suffocate and soon pass out.

Then he wrapped Yan Hongtao in a sheet, carried her on his shoulder, climbed out the window, and went downstairs.

Before long, he arrived at a separate courtyard, picked up a pebble, and flicked it with his finger.

Clang~

The stone flew out and hit a window, making a loud noise.

Immediately after, Fang Zhixing flicked a second and a third stone.

Soon, someone opened the door and shouted, "Who is knocking on my window?"

No one responded from all around.

The person grew suspicious and walked into the yard.

Just at that moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him and tapped on the back of his neck.

The man collapsed to the ground, and the sparse moonlight illuminated his face—it was none other than Wei Anfeng.

Fang Zhixing quickly picked up Wei Anfeng and vaulted over the wall, leaving White Crane Villa.

He reached the forest outside and set the two of them down, leaning against a large tree.

Then he woke Wei Anfeng up.

"Ah, who hit me?"

Wei Anfeng came to, rubbing his neck in pain.

The next second, when he saw Fang Zhixing crouching in front of him, he shuddered.

Whoo~

Fang Zhixing lighted a match, illuminating the surroundings and dispelling the darkness.

He placed the match next to Yan Hongtao.

"Miss!"

Wei Anfeng was shocked to see a seductive woman wrapped in a sheet, his heart pounding and overwhelmed with excitement.

Fang Zhixing indifferently stated, "Wei Anfeng, let’s not mince words. Hand over the ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill’ now."

Gurgle!

Wei Anfeng swallowed his saliva and shook his head, saying, "I don’t have that cultivation technique."

Fang Zhixing sneered and pressed his hand on Yan Hongtao’s chest, squeezing twice.

Yan Hongtao’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"What, what are you doing?"

Wei Anfeng burst into fury, his expression turning savage like he wanted to devour someone.

Fang Zhixing spoke sternly, "I’m giving you one last chance; otherwise, right in front of you, I’ll do something that will cause you pain for the rest of your life."

Wei Anfeng’s breathing turned rigid, and he trembled with rage.

After a long while, he finally spoke, "The ’Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill,’ I’ve given it to someone else."

Fang Zhixing asked, "To whom did you give it?"

Wei Anfeng glanced at Yan Hongtao.

Fang Zhixing instantly realized and said incredulously, "Are you saying the technique has always been with Yan Hongtao?"

Wei Anfeng nodded.

Fang Zhixing’s face twitched, his mind flaring with anger. Suddenly, he slapped Wei Anfeng across the face.

Smack~

Wei Anfeng’s head turned to the side, several teeth flying out as his cheek swelled up and his head spun.

Fang Zhixing then woke up Yan Hongtao and asked sternly, "I know you woke up earlier. Tell me, where is the technique?"

Yan Hongtao glanced at Fang Zhixing and said indifferently, "Where the technique is hidden, only I know. Hmm, I can give you the technique, but you have to do something for me first."

Fang Zhixing frowned and replied, "You’re in no position to bargain with me. If you tell me, I will let you go; if not, I’ll make sure you won’t have a whole corpse."

Yan Hongtao revealed a seductive smile and lifted her chin, "Don’t you want to hear what I want you to do?"

Fang Zhixing hesitated briefly, then responded, "Alright, let’s hear it."

Yan Hongtao darted a glance at Wei Anfeng and said faintly, "Kill him, and I’ll give you the technique."

"???"

Fang Zhixing was stunned.

Wei Anfeng abruptly turned his head, his swollen face showing utter disbelief.

"Miss, you..."

Wei Anfeng looked at Yan Hongtao, utterly baffled and at a loss.

Yan Hongtao spoke seriously, "You once swore never to tell anyone that the technique was with me, no matter what, or else you’d be struck by lightning and have no place for your corpse. You’ve already broken that vow, haven’t you?"

Wei Anfeng was dumbfounded, protesting, "I, I did that to save you, just..."

"Just what?"

Yan Hongtao assertively stated, "You telling him that the technique is with me, isn’t that drawing fire to yourself? Aren’t you harming me? I hate you to death."

She turned towards Fang Zhixing and coldly said, "Kill him!"

Fang Zhixing was completely speechless. This woman was indeed beautiful, but her bitchiness was off the charts and she flipped her face faster than flipping a book.

He looked at Wei Anfeng and said, "You and I have no grudges, but she wants you dead. What do you have to say?"

Wei Anfeng frantically replied, "Miss, just give him the technique, why must I die?"

Yan Hongtao, as if she hadn’t heard, only said to Fang Zhixing, "Do you still want the technique or not?"

Fang Zhixing pulled out a dagger and tossed it to Yan Hongtao, saying, "Resolve this matter yourselves."

Yan Hongtao, wrapped in a sheet, struggled a bit before finally extending an arm and picking up the dagger.

"Miss..."

Wei Anfeng stepped forward, his eyes filled with deep affection as he pleaded, "Don’t be angry, I was wrong. Please accept my apology."

Stab!

The dagger pierced Wei Anfeng’s chest.

Wei Anfeng fell backward, his eyes wide with disbelief as he gazed idiotically at Yan Hongtao.

"Ah!"

He spat out blood and slowly lay on the ground.

Even in death, he couldn’t believe that Yan Hongtao would actually kill him.

Fang Zhixing coldly observed Yan Hongtao and stated flatly, "Now you can tell."

Yan Hongtao replied, "The technique is on my body."

Fang Zhixing was stunned; although it was dark, he had not closely examined Yan Hongtao’s body, but her skin was very smooth with no signs of tattoos or the like.

Yan Hongtao shook slightly and wriggled out of the sheet, turning around to reveal her flawless back.

She carefully stated, "I’ve cultivated the ’Blood Essence Scripture’ and can manipulate my own Qi-Blood to gather into text."

As she spoke, her back swirled with blood Qi, and characters the size of tadpoles began to emerge.