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Chapter 407 -s 436-437, On Sky Sword Mountain

Chapter 407: Chapters 436-437, On Sky Sword Mountain

"Then let me leave you with these words," Fang Yi said without any trace of excitement or anger in his voice. "If Bai Jingjing loses even a single hair, I will kill one of your Sky Sword Sect members. When I, Fang Yi, say something, I do it."

Fang Yi wasn’t particularly agitated or enraged; in fact, he had anticipated this to some extent, but he hadn’t expected the Sky Sword Sect to act so quickly.

Bai Jingjing had been taken to the Sky Sword Sect, and Fang Yi knew the reasons behind it. It wasn’t just because of her father, but also Bai Jingjing herself.

The White Tiger Alliance was Bai Jingjing’s personal property, but Yang Chengji of the Sky Sword Sect believed that the White Tiger Alliance belonged to the Sky Sword Sect.

Originally, while Bai Jingjing was in control of the White Tiger Alliance, they could gradually chip away at it, but now the White Tiger Alliance had been merged by Fang Yi into the Dragon Soul Alliance. The piece of meat that was in the mouth of the Sky Sword Sect was gone, and naturally, the Sky Sword Sect couldn’t hold back any longer and had to make a move.

What Fang Yi did not expect was how despicable the Sky Sword Sect would be, using the woman Bai Jingjing as a hostage to threaten him.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Hao laughed dismissively and said, "Fang Yi, I’ll be waiting for you to come and meet your death."

After the call ended, Fang Yi fell silent for a moment, then stepped out of his office, greeted Zhou Peilan, and left the company.

Fang Yi went straight to the Dragon Team’s Moon City base and found Zhao Guosheng.

"I need a favor," said Fang Yi as he arrived, getting straight to the point.

"Is there something you actually need help with?" asked Zhao Guosheng with a chuckle.

"In one word, will you help me or not?" Fang Yi said.

"I might help, but I have to know what favor you need, right?" Zhao Guosheng said, playing Tai Chi.

"Help me blow up the Sky Sword Sect."

Fang Yi was silent until he spoke, and when he did, Zhao Guosheng almost fell off his chair in fright.

Zhao Guosheng looked at Fang Yi as if he were seeing a ghost, his face smiling, yet through gritted teeth.

Zhao Guosheng took a deep breath, calming his agitated emotions, and said, "You’re... not joking, right?"

Fang Yi lit a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and glared as he spoke: "Do I look like I’m joking?"

Zhao Guosheng had nothing to say.

Fang Yi didn’t care what Zhao Guosheng thought. Zhao Guosheng had dragged him into the murky waters of the Dragon Team, and Fang Yi had never complained, nor had he taken advantage of Zhao Guosheng. Now that he was in trouble, it was only natural for Fang Yi to turn to Zhao Guosheng.

Fang Yi was well aware that the Sky Sword Sect wasn’t just another sect outside of the Mortal World; it wasn’t a small skirmish like the one with the five alliances of Moon City. Even if Fang Yi had united the five alliances, they were no match for the Sky Sword Sect.

Keep in mind that the Sky Sword Sect was a major sect, and it certainly had Heavenly Level masters. Even if Fang Yi took a handgun there, those Heavenly Level masters could dodge bullets, and going there alone would be nothing but a suicide mission. As for the newly-formed Dragon Soul Alliance, gathering everyone together would be useless.

What kind of martial arts sect would it be if it didn’t have some substance?

So, Fang Yi turned to Zhao Guosheng.

Zhao Guosheng also lit a cigarette, stroking his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

After a while, Zhao Guosheng slowly began speaking, "What do you mean by ’blow up the Sky Sword Sect’?"

Fang Yi stated confidently, "I don’t like them."

Zhao Guosheng’s mouth twitched, and he felt like slamming the table, pointing at Fang Yi’s nose, and cursing, "Are you out of your mind? Just because you don’t like them, you want to blow up the Sky Sword Sect and drag the Dragon Team into this? That’s seriously sick."

"Blowing up the Sky Sword Sect is out of the question," Zhao Guosheng shook his head and said, "Besides, it’s not possible. The Sky Sword Sect has stood for a hundred years; it’s not something you can just blow up. After all, it is a martial arts sect. During the wars, the Sky Sword Sect was involved, and the great ancestor himself decreed that unless absolutely necessary, we should not disturb those martial arts sects hidden from the Mortal World."

Fang Yi, consuming with interest, asked, "What counts as absolutely necessary? For instance... "

Zhao Guosheng said, "For instance, if the Sky Sword Sect caused chaos in the Mortal World or disregarded the rightful order of Xuan Cang, or if..." He paused before adding, "...or if they had rebellious intentions. You don’t need me to spell it out; you understand."

Zhao Guosheng, the epitome of honesty, now had a cunning smile on his face.

Fang Yi also laughed, "In one day, I’ll make this matter an absolute necessity."

Zhao Guosheng smiled and said, "I wish you a smooth journey."

Fang Yi laughed as well, "I won’t disappear halfway."

That very day, Fang Yi mobilized his Dragon Soul and set out to survey the terrain of Sky Sword Mountain.

When Fang Yi left Zhao Guosheng’s place, whether intentionally or not, Zhao Guosheng dropped a map of Sky Sword Mountain for Fang Yi, who, without making a fuss, took the map.

Nowadays, with advanced technology, Fang Yi scanned the map with his phone and then sent it to Yao Dong and Yao Bo, instructing them to take more than ten members of the Dragon Soul to get a clear understanding of Sky Sword Mountain’s topography.

After that, Fang Yi set off alone for Sky Sword Mountain.

It wouldn’t take three days, just one.

Fang Yi arrived at the foot of Sky Sword Mountain.

Sky Sword Mountain was so named because the mountain soared into the clouds, straight and tall like the hilt of a sword planted in the ground, with its tip pointing directly at the sky, grand and imposing, with an awe-inspiring presence.

Fang Yi didn’t plan to go directly up Sky Sword Mountain, because he knew that his strength was nothing compared to the Sky Sword Sect. Currently, Fang Yi could at most fight with someone at the third segment of the Earth Level, which was only average in the Sky Sword Sect.

Going up directly would be like hitting a stone with an egg.

But don’t forget what Fang Yi used to do; he was a robber.

Robbery didn’t just mean popping out and shouting "This road is mine, these trees I have planted" when the goods arrived to then rob them.

Before that, many preparations were needed, such as scouting the terrain, understanding the enemy’s details, arranging manpower, and the like—quite troublesome.

And Fang Yi’s purpose was precisely to figure out the personnel layout of the Sky Sword Sect and to walk around Sky Sword Mountain first.

Fang Yi did not meet up with Yao Bo and the others. He went straight up towards Sky Sword Mountain. As he reached halfway up the mountain, Fang Yi’s ears twitched; besides the sound of the wind, there were footsteps.

Immediately, Fang Yi hid his body behind a clump of thorns, and then he saw a young man in white slowly walking down the path. Without his guard up, Fang Yi pounced like a lion on a rabbit, knocking the young man in white to the ground without him making any noise during the whole process.

After subduing the young man in white, Fang Yi also sealed his acupoints, leaving him only able to speak.

"Who are you! How dare you cause such trouble on Sky Sword Mountain. I am a disciple of the Sky Sword Sect. You will regret treating me this way!" the young man in white threatened fiercely.

With a slap, Fang Yi rewarded the young man in white with a palm strike, "I’m looking for your Sky Sword Sect!"

The young man in white was stunned by the slap and then frightened by Fang Yi’s fierce look. Fang Yi took out a dagger and held it to the young man in white’s neck. Instantly, his body tensed up, his complexion turned pale, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat as large as beans.

Fang Yi spoke indifferently, "I’ll give you one chance. I ask, you answer. Your life and death depend on your own thoughts. If you understand, nod your head."

The young man in white nodded frantically.

After that, Fang Yi began to interrogate him like a criminal. Fang Yi asked a question; the young man in white answered. Gradually, Fang Yi learned about the internal situation of the Sky Sword Sect.

...

Meanwhile, on the mountain path of Sky Sword Mountain, three young men in white were descending the mountain. They were all disciples of the Sky Sword Sect, but the emblem of a sword was embroidered on the chests of their garments, obviously indicating their unusual status.

"Is Zhou Hao making too much of a fuss, asking the three of us, true disciples, to intercept that Fang Yi? It obviously seems intentional," one of the young men in white said.

"Even a blind man could see that!" another young man in white retorted.

"What can we do? He’s the senior true disciple. Apart from the ’Sword Three’, he has the highest seniority among the younger generation," the final young man in white added.

"Forget it, forget it. Let’s not worry about it. Let’s just catch Fang Yi first. If we bring him in, we might even earn some major merit."

"Right, exactly."

The three young men in white immediately felt energized and hurried down the mountain. Suddenly, one of them changed color in alarm.

Then, this young man in white shouted with energy, "You there, thief, courting death!"