Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 85 - 82 Overnight_2

Chapter 85: 82 Overnight_2

Everyone took their seats.

The maid brought over hot tea, pastries, and a fruit platter.

The old madam too entered the private room, bringing with her many beautiful artists, all young girls.

"Ladies, serve well," the old madam shouted.

"Alright!"

The group of artists dispersed, each walking towards a guest, standing by their sides to pour tea and wine, serving them warmly.

A fair-skinned and beautiful young girl approached Fang Zhixing.

The scent of her rouge and powder wafted over, her breath sweet and fragrant.

"Sir, my name is Xiao Huixiang, may I serve you?" she said with a smile.

Fang Zhixing glanced at Xiao Huixiang, she was quite attractive and had a nice figure; he nodded smiling, "Sure."

Then he glanced at Luo Qianqian’s direction.

My word!

Luo Qianqian, holding a fan, was teasingly lifting a girl’s chin, unabashedly flirting with her.

This scene made several young masters itch with desire, their eyes gleaming, filled with fervor.

"Honored guests, welcome to our establishment, please allow me to play a piece called ’Heartbreak’, blessing all those suffering in the world."

Suddenly, a voice of extraordinary beauty rang out, like a fragrant orchid blossoming in a secluded valley, captivating and melodious.

It was Su Niang!

The moment she began to speak, it was as though her voice held magic, silencing everyone as they pricked up their ears to listen.

Just then, Luo Kezhao couldn’t help but boast, "I’ve heard Su Niang’s zither before, clear and pure, resounding and uplifting, listening to it is refreshing and soothing, truly enjoyable."

Luo Qianqian’s gaze was fixed on the silhouette behind the screen, and she suddenly said coldly, "Shut up, don’t disturb my listening."

Luo Kezhao’s expression froze, and he fell silent, not daring to utter even a whisper, deliberately lowering his breathing.

The other young masters also tensed up, sitting upright, no longer behaving frivolously.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing whispered, "You’ve smelled their scents, haven’t you? What do you think?"

Xigou replied, "You weren’t wrong, Luo Kezhao is a master, stronger than Lu Anfu from the Iron Casting Hall, but..."

Xigou stared intently at Luo Qianqian, and said coldly, "This damn woman is even stronger, definitely not to be underestimated."

Fang Zhixing understood and became even more alert.

The sound of the zither wafted over, the tune starting off immensely oppressive, seemingly a lament, filled with boundless sorrow.

Gradually, the melody became more chaotic, filled with violent notes, like terrifying waves crashing forth, conveying a sense of cataclysmic suffocation.

But as the piece reached its climax, it suddenly stopped, leaving much to the imagination.

"Great!"

Luo Qianqian suddenly stood up, clapping enthusiastically.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

"Such music should only exist in heaven, how often can it be heard in the mortal world?"

The crowd also followed with cheers and applause.

Even Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but praise; to play the zither so well warrants early training and talent, something ordinary people can’t achieve.

Su Niang, being the Oiran, must naturally possess such qualities, not merely someone pushed by others; she indeed has something special.

Shortly thereafter, a dimpled maid came over and smilingly said to Luo Qianqian, "Young master, Su Niang invites you inside."

Luo Qianqian smiled delightfully, lifted the curtain, and walked in with an air of supreme grace.

Luo Kezhao and the others looked on enviously.

"Alright, let’s go and have fun," Luo Kezhao called out, taking an artist’s hand, and walked away.

The other young masters did the same.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing took Xiao Huixiang’s hand and walked out, entering another room and closing the door behind them.

Xigou, following behind, exclaimed in surprise, "Fang Zhixing, what are you going to do? Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, you’re not thinking of that, are you?"

Fang Zhixing smirked, "What ’this’ and ’that’? I am not some chaste boy or girl; when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"When in Rome my ass!"

Xigou quickly advised, "Calm down, think about your future, keeping the Pure Yang Body will give you a chance to cultivate many divine skills with special requirements; once it’s gone, everything is over."

"Pshaw!" Fang Zhixing dismissed.

Xigou persisted, "This woman isn’t pure, you don’t want your first time to be with her, do you?"

Fang Zhixing shrugged, unconcerned.

Xigou grew more anxious, "She could be sick, aren’t you afraid of catching something?"

Fang Zhixing was even more indifferent, since after completing the Full Level Conditions, any injuries and diseases would be reset and healed instantly.

As Xigou tried to say more, Fang Zhixing kicked him out, sending him flying outside the door.

Clang—

The door closed.

...

...

The next morning, with a creaking sound,

the door opened.

Fang Zhixing stepped out, looking refreshed and satisfied, his face beaming with contentment.

Xigou was lying at the door sleeping when he suddenly stood up.

Man and dog looked each other in the eye.

"Fang Zhixing, you’ve disappointed me greatly!"

Xigou shook his head, his canine face full of deep disdain, extreme contempt!

Fang Zhixing chuckled and scoffed, "So it turns out being a man is this joyful."

Xigou, enraged, bared his teeth and growled, "What’s there to be proud of, you’ll definitely die beneath a woman someday."

"As for you, it seems you’ll never have the chance to die beneath a woman in this lifetime."

Fang Zhixing laughed heartily and strode away.

Xigou, so enraged, bit clean through the fence.

Walking out of Hanxiang Building, he came to the parking area.

Fang Zhixing found his white horse in front of the stables.

Boom!

A stack of green grass nearby suddenly flipped over.

The grass whooshed towards Fang Zhixing.

"Here it comes!"

Fang Zhixing had been prepared, and with a push of his feet, his body shot backwards explosively.

Almost simultaneously, a short figure burst out from under the pile of grass, dressed in black with a covered face, barely reaching one and a half meters tall, but with exceptionally stout limbs. He charged at Fang Zhixing at incredibly high speed.

"Burst Skill · Swimming Dragon Step!"

The man in black surged forward, not in a straight line, but zigzagging left and right, unpredictably, like a swimming dragon, dazzling to the eye.

In the blink of an eye, he was up close to Fang Zhixing and roared.

"Burst Skill · Eight Diagram Palm!"

A palm strike launched, legs bending like trudging through mud, the palm shadows flickering mysteriously, elusive and unpredictable, with a fierce palm wind, enveloping terrifying power.

That wasn’t all.

Fang Zhixing heard footsteps coming from behind him.

Heavy footsteps pounded the ground, rushing at great speed toward his back.

In this moment, Fang Zhixing remained extremely calm.

"Burst Skill · Dynamic Vision!"

Fang Zhixing’s profound eyes brightened a bit, shooting forth a piercing cold light.

In a flash, he saw the man in black clearly, caught his movement trajectory, locking onto his palm.

Whisk!

Fang Zhixing drew his sword from the scabbard, the tip scraping against the ground, trailing a spark, and then slashing up diagonally.

"Burst Skill · Dragging Blade Slash!"

Thud!

The tip of the sword diagonally pointed toward the sky!

An arm severed from the body flew into the air, lifting a string of crimson blood droplets.

"Ah!"

The man in black screamed in pain, abruptly stopping and springing back to land not far away, his left hand clutching his blood-drenched amputated arm, blood cheerfully splattering the ground.

"Big guy!"

A shrill scream came from behind, seemingly from a womens’ hoarse voice, sounding somewhat familiar.

Fang Zhixing turned his head to look.

Indeed, it was that robust woman in red, still wearing her mask.

She was clearly startled, coming to a screeching stop, staring dumbfounded at the man in black whose arm had been chopped off.

"He’s a master, run!" the man in black cried out in terror.

With that, he turned and ran.

The robust woman in red came to her senses and also turned to run.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing yelled, "Catch them!"

After his shout, the sounds of chaotic footsteps suddenly resonated from all around.

"Catch the rebels!"

Ding Zhigang burst out from a narrow, dark alley.

A group of government officials followed behind him.

At the same time, a large number of government officials rushed out from several other alleys.

Surrounded from all directions, an ambush from every side!

Fang Zhixing didn’t immediately give chase; he first wiped away the mark left by the dragging sword on the ground, then followed the bloodstains in pursuit of the injured man in black.