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Chapter 679 - 367 Witch Clan_2

Chapter 679: 367 Witch Clan_2

But after setting out to sea, everything changed.

First, Duanmu Tianxu perished in an untimely death, and then Duanmu Yuansu also collapsed.

It was as if the sky had fallen!

Now, with Ji Yuanwu in seclusion and not emerging, major and minor matters were all decided by the Empress.

The predicament of Duanmu Yingxue suddenly became extremely dangerous, like walking on thin ice.

Fang Zhixing’s gaze flickered slightly as he mused, "What problem can the Noble Concubine solve by finding me?"

Duanmu Yingxue clenched her silver teeth, bent her knees, and knelt down, her voice trembling as she said, "I beseech Fellow Daoist Fang to protect my father until the Emperor emerges from seclusion."

Fang Zhixing chuckled and said, "If I get involved, I’m afraid the Empress will be very displeased."

Duanmu Yingxue continued, "You have a non-aggression pact with the Emperor; the Empress can’t do anything to you."

Fang Zhixing shook his head and said, "You underestimate the Empress. Does she need to take action herself to deal with me?"

Duanmu Yingxue took a deep breath, looked up, and said, "I have the ’Fate Dice’, which I can give to Fellow Daoist Fang."

Fang Zhixing’s spirits lifted, but he asked without changing his expression, "Oh, how many do you have?"

Duanmu Yingxue’s face tensed as she gritted her teeth and said, "Three."

Fang Zhixing immediately said, "Give me four, and I’ll ensure your father is safe."

After a moment’s hesitation, Duanmu Yingxue got up and said, "Agreed, it’s a deal."

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed but maintained a serious tone, "I am a man of my word; I will go and bring your father here right away."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist." Duanmu Yingxue bowed solemnly once again, then with a flick of her sleeve robe, she dispersed the smoke.

Xigou, seeing this, clicked his tongue and said, "What kind of dogshit luck is this that you got it all without any effort!"

Fang Zhixing, in a cheerful mood, laughed and said, "Do you think I’m like you? This is what you call a burst of good fortune!"

Afterward, he walked out of the cabin, leaped off the ship, and arrived at the vanguard fleet.

In the night, a group of martial artists were struggling to break the ice, each one of them gasping for breath, sweating profusely.

Fang Zhixing glanced around, then immediately noticed an old man emanating exhaustion.

Compared to two months earlier, Duanmu Yuansu had become severely gaunt, aged significantly, and had lost his imposing presence.

"Cough, cough cough..."

The old man couldn’t stop coughing, each sound filled with pain.

He wanted to stop for a rest, but suddenly, a long whip lashed out, striking his back.

Crack!

A streak of blood appeared.

Duanmu Yuansu clenched his teeth in extreme pain, but stubbornly didn’t let out a sound.

People around couldn’t bear to watch.

"Hmph, Duanmu, old fool, is this how you work?"

Not far away, three purple-robed eunuchs with fierce faces were supervising Duanmu Yuansu’s work.

If he showed any slack, they would immediately lash out with their whips.

It looked as if they were determined to work Duanmu Yuansu to death.

Fang Zhixing floated down and came before Duanmu Yuansu.

"You..."

Duanmu Yuansu was taken aback and puzzled.

Fang Zhixing smiled and said, "Great General, I would like to invite you for a cup of tea."

Duanmu Yuansu was filled with suspicion and vaguely understood what was happening.

"What are you doing, you rebel?" one of the purple-robed eunuchs shrieked.

Fang Zhixing glared and rebuked, "If you don’t want to die, then scram."

The three purple-robed eunuchs were instantly terrified, dared not say a word, and turned to run away.

Fang Zhixing supported Duanmu Yuansu with one hand and brought him into a room.

"Ah, so it’s the Noble Concubine who asked you to save me."

Duanmu Yuansu sighed heavily, his face devoid of any joy. Instead, he pounded his chest in anguish, complaining, "Foolish, this is causing me to fall into disloyalty and unrighteousness!"

Fang Zhixing and Xigou exchanged glances and were completely speechless.

A little later...

A purple-robed eunuch came knocking on the door, clamoring, "The Empress summons you."

Fang Zhixing’s lips slightly curled as he rose and stepped out of the room.

It wasn’t long before he arrived on the deck.

He looked around.

Empress Xiahou Mi, adorned in her phoenix crown and radiant robes, stood at the bow, enjoying the night view.

In the shadow not far away stood a tall and burly figure. His face was not clear, but one could see a long sword hanging at his waist, standing proudly as unshakeable as a towering mountain.

Fang Zhixing walked slowly toward Xiahou Mi and bowed with an easy grace, "Fang pays his respects to the Empress."

Without turning her head, Xiahou Mi said indifferently, "Fang, why did you abduct General Duanmu? Could it be that you wish to break the truce?"

Fang Zhixing quickly replied, "Your Highness has misunderstood. General Duanmu and I hit it off right away and enjoyed each other’s company, thus I invited him to share a few drinks."

"You lie with every breath you take!"

Xiahou Mi, furious, her face frosty, sternly said, "You are a traitor. How could General Duanmu hit it off with you? I advise you to release General Duanmu immediately, or you will bear the consequences."

Fang Zhixing remained calm and composed, "Those who wish to condemn someone can always find a charge. Your Highness, I have not made a move. If you do, then it will be you who breaks the truce."

Xiahou Mi’s breath caught, and through gritted teeth she said, "What will it take for you to release General Duanmu? Speak your conditions if you have any."

Fang Zhixing spread his hands, "It’s just a misunderstanding; I have imprisoned no one. I hope Your Highness can see the truth."

Xiahou Mi angrily declared, "Very well, you have chosen the path to your death!"

She flicked her sleeves sharply and left in a huff.

The swordsman in the shadows also quietly retreated.

Fang Zhixing smirked and casually walked back.

...

...

Xiahou Mi returned to the cabin, heading straight for a room.

The door was not closed, so she burst in.

Inside, an aged man with a hunched back sat cross-legged. His face was deeply wrinkled like the bark of an old tree.

"Stepfather!"

Xiahou Mi knelt down, her face a picture of grievance, on the verge of tears.

The hunched old man opened his eyes. His voice was gritty as if grinding sand. "What’s the matter?"

Xiahou Mi sobbed, "That Fang Zhixing is becoming more and more audacious, daring to ruin my plans; it’s outrageous!"

The old man, expression unchanged, responded, "Ji Yuanwu has already made it clear he would handle Fang Zhixing himself. Let that scoundrel have his way for a few days. What’s the hurry?"

Xiahou Mi dissatisfiedly said, "Couldn’t stepfather just make a move and easily kill Fang Zhixing?"

The old man fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "All right, I’ll help you one more time."

Xiahou Mi’s face lit up with uncontrollable joy.

Before long, another person arrived in the room.

This person had the appearance of a young boy with white hair, wearing a yellow Daoist robe. He was the founding master of the Immortal Talisman Sect, the True Dragon Immortal.

"Your humble Daoist pays respects to the Empress and the elder of the Witch Clan," said the True Dragon Immortal, performing a perfunctory bow.

"Dispense with formalities."

Xiahou Mi gestured dismissively and began, "There is something I need you to do."

The True Dragon Immortal took a deep breath, his expression turning somewhat unnatural, "It wouldn’t be for me to deal with Fang Zhixing, would it?"

Xiahou Mi snorted coldly, "I am ordering you to take care of him!"

The face of the True Dragon Immortal noticeably darkened.

"I will help you."

Suddenly, the hunched old man spoke up, "I will summon a demonic creature to aid you."

The True Dragon Immortal inhaled deeply, "Fang Zhixing is an Undying who can resurrect through Blood Rebirth. Killing him here is meaningless."

The old man replied, "If we kill him here, he can only resurrect in Great Zhou and will not be able to reach that new continent anymore. This way, we will rid ourselves of a major future threat."

The True Dragon Immortal thought for a moment, his expression darkened, and he said sharply, "Fine, I’ll make my move."

The old man stood up and walked towards the door, speaking as he went, "I shall complete the summoning ritual three hundred miles ahead, creating a crisis. Afterwards, make Fang Zhixing roll the dice."

Xiahou Mi asked, "Will the Fate Dice choose Fang Zhixing?"

The old man replied, "The Fate Dice will select someone based on the intensity of the crisis. Those of us who create the crisis will not be chosen. Therefore, the only capable person left to resolve the crisis is Fang Zhixing; he’s bound to be selected."

Xiahou Mi’s eyes glinted with malevolence.

The True Dragon Immortal kept nodding, "Good, I’ll also make preparations. This time, we must deal with Fang Zhixing once and for all."