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Chapter 421 - 249 Making things difficult
Chapter 421: 249 Making things difficult
[Blood Light Disaster: Against an enemy of the same realm, as long as you can make them bleed, you will definitely be able to kill them.]
Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but break into a grin.
He had been at the Six Void Sect for three days now!
Just a mere three days!
Not only had he raised the Heavenly Net Blood Transformation Skill to the Third Layer, but he had also mastered four other Demon Transformation Techniques.
Moreover, all five techniques had reached the Demon Transformation Third Stage!
"Among all the experts in the late stage of the Nine Ox Realm, who else has a foundation as profound as mine?"
Fang Zhixing felt that even if he faced the late-stage Nine Ox Realm of the Four Major Families, he would have the strength to arm-wrestle with them.
"Hehe, I can still continue to level up!"
Fang Zhixing glanced at the System Panel.
At this moment, the Full Level Conditions for the Jade Qilin Break and the four Demon Transformation Martial Arts had been revealed.
He sat down at the desk and quickly wrote out a list.
"Sect Master!"
Fang Zhixing blew the ink dry and called out.
After a long while, Fan Zhenglun did not appear.
Fang Zhixing called out twice more, and at that time, a young man in white clothes came running over.
It was the one who had almost been killed by the General three days ago!
"Ancestor Master, we have guests visiting, and the Sect Master has gone to receive them," the young man in white interjected.
Fang Zhixing understood and asked, "What’s your name?"
The young man in white hurriedly replied, "Disciple An Sanshou, a true disciple of Elder Xiong Jingxin."
Fang Zhixing nodded and asked, "What guests?"
An Sanshou answered, "This disciple doesn’t know. It seems like two groups of guests have arrived. My master looked serious and cautioned me to stay in the room and definitely not to go out."
Fang Zhixing acknowledged with an ’oh’, put away the list, and stood up to walk out.
In no time, he arrived outside a great hall.
The plaque hanging overhead read "Guest Reception Tower."
This place was specially designated for receiving guests at the Six Void Sect.
Fang Zhixing entered through a side door and scoped out the spacious living room.
At that time, Fan Zhenglun was sitting in the host’s seat, with two people standing one on each side of him.
Fang Zhixing was somewhat familiar with them; they were late stage Nine Ox Realm Elders.
People sat on both sides of the steps below.
On the left side, more than twenty people all dressed in white silk robes.
On the right side, there were only five people, all of them clad in bright armor.
The leader on that side was sitting leisurely, sipping tea unhurriedly. He appeared to have an average build and seemed unremarkable at first glance.
But behind him stood four giants over five meters tall, exuding an oppressive presence.
At this moment, the leader of the giants remained silent.
However, the people in white on the other side were full of aggressive momentum, pressing forward menacingly.
"Sect Master Fan, do you remember how your Six Void Sect’s fourth generation used trickery and deceit to lure my ’Fenghai Sect’s’ eighth generation into a duel and won our sect’s inheritance technique, the Great Freedom Sword Technique?" a middle-aged man in white clothes, around fifty, slammed his hand on the table and yelled.
Fan Zhenglun was neither pleased nor angry as he said indifferently, "The events of that year are known to all. Your Fenghai Sect tried to occupy the Blazing Flame Restricted Zone and repeatedly invaded my Six Void Sect. After repeated defeats, your sect’s eighth generation proposed a duel to our fourth generation Sect Master, and both sides agreed to a wager.
If the fourth generation lost, we would hand over the Blazing Flame Restricted Zone, but if your eighth generation lost, you would present the Great Freedom Sword Technique and refrain from entering the Blazing Flame Canyon on your own accord for five hundred years."
Fan Zhenglun’s words were resonant as he glared at the middle-aged man in white, and reproached, "You Buchou, with five hundred years yet to pass, how dare you come uninvited, thinking my Six Void Sect is without successors?"
You Buchou sneered back and said, "Humph, everybody knows your fourth generation meddled with the terms of the duel, creating numerous conditions in his favor, and only then did he win against our eighth generation.
Today, I, You Buchou, have come uninvited precisely to challenge your Six Void Sect once again.
I must take back what Fenghai Sect has lost!"
Fan Zhenglun chuckled, suddenly picked up a handkerchief to cover his mouth, coughed, and then firmly suppressed it, and said coldly, "After so many years of good behavior, where has your Fenghai Sect gotten the courage all of a sudden to bring up old matters?"
As he spoke, he cast a meaningful glance at the armored man on his right.
"Sect Master Fan, why are you looking at me?" the leader of the giants leaned back into his chair, nonchalantly crossed his legs, and said, "Three days ago, five of my giants disappeared while patrolling your Six Void Sect’s territory – alive, we saw nothing; dead, we found no traces. As the General of the giants, I, Lu Xuanxi, am here to investigate. I trust you will cooperate fully, won’t you?"
Fan Zhenglun’s eyes hardened, and he was silent for a moment before suddenly slamming his hand on the table and angrily exclaiming, "What five giants? Your Lu Family may be one of the Four Major Families, but by trying to gain The Princely Heir’s favor, you keep harassing my Six Void Sect.
Hmph, today it’s this excuse, and tomorrow it’s another excuse. Do you, Lu Xuanxi, really think my Six Void Sect is so easy to bully?"
Lu Xuanxi didn’t get angry. He set down his teacup, his tone calm but firm, "Why are you so agitated, Sect Master Fan? I, Lu Xuanxi, am simply performing my duty."
You Buchou immediately retorted, "Well, well, I didn’t expect the Six Void Sect to be so daring as to harm five giants? That’s an offense that could lead to your sect’s destruction!"
Fan Zhenglun looked at You Buchou sharply and retorted fiercely, "You surnamed You, don’t bully others under false pretenses here."
You Buchou stood up, his voice frosty as he said, "Enough with the nonsense. I have two conditions. First, return the Freedom Sword Technique immediately.
Second, you, Fan Zhenglun, shall represent the Six Void Sect and kowtow a hundred times at my family’s eighth generation’s grave, apologizing for the wrongs of the past."
Fan Zhenglun rolled up his sleeves, his voice trembling, "You Buchou, your Fenghai Sect broke the wager and the rules of Jianghu. If I were to kill you, nobody else would say anything about it."
You Buchou raised his sword, holding it across his chest, eager to fight back, "You can try."
He knew Fan Zhenglun was advanced in age, afflicted by numerous illnesses, so even if he couldn’t defeat him today, he could exacerbate his condition, hastening his burial in the ground for eternal rest.
An elder on Fan Zhenglun’s left stepped forward and, with a cold expression, cupped his hands and said, "Sect Leader You, I have heard that you are also devoted to sword skills and have long sought an opportunity to learn a thing or two from you."
"Huang Yihe, you are not worthy of challenging our sect leader."
A middle-aged man beside You Buchou immediately stepped forward and shouted, "I am Fang Tingliang. I have long wanted to experience the Six Void Sword Qi of the Six Void Sect. Please enlighten me."
Huang Yihe’s face darkened as he sneered, "Fang Tingliang, I know you. I heard you were originally a servant of the Luo Family, driven out due to your incompetence and repeated failures. That’s how you ended up at the Fenghai Sect, isn’t it?"
Fang Tingliang, his past humiliations laid bare, became furious and roared, "Stop slandering me here, let’s let our swords do the talking instead."
Before the words even finished, a resounding clang was heard!
Fang Tingliang drew his sword from its scabbard, his body shook, and Sword Qi erupted, his hair standing on end.
In an instant, a storm seemed to brew within the hall, Sword Qi surged mightily, causing the teacups and tables to clang nonstop.
Huang Yihe took a deep breath and waved his hand, "This place is too cramped for a fight, let’s take it outside!"
Both men leapt outside at the same time.
Fan Zhenglun, You Buchou, Lu Xuanxi, and others almost simultaneously stood up and quickly made their way outside.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing moved his feet quietly and arrived next to Fan Zhenglun.
Outside there was a spacious square with a ground paved with sinking sand.
Huang Yihe gracefully landed, immediately unsheathed his sword, and as his figure oscillated, four auras forcefully spewed out.
Fang Tingliang too used his sword, but it was a completely different Sword Skill known as "Breaking Waves."
As its name suggests, this Sword Technique possesses the power to cut through the void and split open great waves.
Their eyes locked onto each other and they thrust their swords simultaneously.
Huang Yihe’s aura locked onto Fang Tingliang, and the four auras lunged forward.
Fang Tingliang gripped his sword pointing it towards the ground; swinging it around his body, the sword tip traced a near-perfect circle.
In a flash, white Sword Qi burst forth from the ground, forming a circular wall.
The four auras lunged over, only to crash into the fully formed Sword Qi circle, which broke them apart in an instant.
Huang Yihe was taken aback; his four auras had been blocked by the Sword Qi circle and could not penetrate even the slightest bit.
Fang Tingliang let out a sinister laugh, standing within the circle, as Sword Qi surged, shooting out arc after arc of white crescents.
Huang Yihe’s scalp went numb; he moved quickly, continuously releasing Sword Qi to counter.
Fan Zhenglun narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at You Buchou, and gritted his teeth, "No wonder you recruited Fang Tingliang under your command; it turns out it’s because his sword skill has a special effect against the Six Void Floating Life Sword."
"Hahaha~"
You Buchou immediately threw his head back and laughed heartily, with a triumphant tone, "To avenge our past humiliation, my Fenghai Sect endured humiliation, kept a low profile, and bided our time, preparing for this day for many years.
To tell you the truth, Fang Tingliang wasn’t driven out by the Luo Family. I hired him with a hefty sum precisely to counter the Six Void Floating Life Sword."
Hearing this, Huang Yihe’s eyebrows instantly knitted together, feeling immense pressure.
His Sword Qi lacking sufficient cutting force and his four auras proving futile, he could only defend passively, taking blows continuously.
Fang Tingliang grew more courageous as the battle went on, and after a standoff, the four auras ultimately scattered.
He could not help but rejoice, boldly charging out of the Sword Qi circle, leaping high into the air, slicing through an arc that seemed to split the sun.
Boom!
A Po Kong sound of tearing through the air resounded!
"Dare!"
Huang Yihe roared, exerting all his strength, ejecting a four-colored Sword Qi to meet it head-on.
Bang!
The two Sword Qi collided in the air, exploding like artillery shells with earth-shattering force, sending sand flying and stones scattering.
A visible shockwave spread out, sweeping up a cloud of sand.
Huang Yihe was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground on his back, spewing out a jet of blood.
A gash appeared on his chest, his clothing torn open and quickly soaked through and stained red with fresh blood.
Fan Zhenglun gasped, his expression turning dreadful.
Another Elder, Dong Xuerang, hastily called out, "Someone, quickly take Elder Huang down for treatment."
After saying this, Dong Xuerang stepped onto the sandy ground, cupped his hands, and said, "Fang Tingliang, a remarkable Sword Skill! I, Dong, am not talented, but I’m willing to learn a thing or two."
Fang Tingliang scoffed, sneering, "What, you want to fight a war of attrition? Do you think I would be afraid of you?"
Dong Xuerang couldn’t help but become angry, "You only won a minor victory by taking advantage of You Buchou’s meticulous planning. Do you really think you are that great?"
Fang Tingliang laughed heartily, "If you’re not satisfied, then let’s fight!"
Dong Xuerang slowly crouched down and drew his sword with a backhanded grip.
The next instant, the ground beneath him exploded as he surged out like a human missile.
"Great Freedom Sword Technique!"
The sword trembled violently, unleashing dazzling brilliance.
An astonishing Sword Qi coalesced and shot forth from the tip of Dong Xuerang’s sword.
Fang Tingliang was taken aback at first and then his expression dramatically changed.
Dong Xuerang, known for his modesty, never showing off his true capabilities, made everyone unaware of his true strength.
Nobody expected that he had actually cultivated the true heritage of the Fenghai Sect’s Great Freedom Sword Technique!
You Buchou’s eyes widened in shock, and the people of Fenghai Sect were filled with indignant rage.
Having their proprietary technique secretly mastered by another was an utter humiliation.
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