Chapter 366 - 182: Brother Fang Will Get Revenge for You (Part 2)
Chapter 366: Chapter 182: Brother Fang Will Get Revenge for You (Part 2)
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then someone asked:
"What kind of help?"
"Help me find someone."
Fang Shuwen said:
"A disciple of Nine Streams Hall, Chen Guangzhou. He’s twenty-three, five-foot-four in height, with a light-colored birthmark on his left wrist. He uses a short blade as his weapon, and the blade’s length is..."
He spoke slowly. While the others had yet to react, Cheng Shile’s expression changed drastically.
’Fang Shuwen doesn’t just know about me, he knows about the others too...’
This was the method Fang Shuwen had come up with.
There were too many of them—over seventy in total. If he had to find them one by one, it would take an eternity.
He could have tried to find a way to make them reveal themselves.
But at this point, Fang Shuwen couldn’t be bothered to waste any more mental energy on it. When there was a simple solution, why play mind games with them?
The people present understood that Fang Shuwen was describing the man’s physical characteristics, and they immediately began scanning the crowd.
In the blink of an eye, they had already found more than ten people who matched the description.
Some of these people looked baffled, others were furious, and still others shook their heads repeatedly. But it was useless; they were all forcefully pushed out from the crowd.
Fang Shuwen placed a hand on Cheng Shile’s shoulder:
"Tell me, are any of these men your companions?"
Cheng Shile shook his head decisively.
Fang Shuwen nodded, then raised his index and middle fingers, pressing them against the Danzhong Acupoint on Cheng Shile’s chest.
Tang Lie winced at the sight.
He had personally witnessed Fang Shuwen use this move before. That man in the bamboo hat possessed considerable Martial Arts skill, but under this technique, he had screamed endlessly in excruciating pain. Ultimately, begging for a swift end, he had revealed the physical descriptions of the others.
Now, Fang Shuwen was using the same trick again. Sure enough, Cheng Shile began to tremble like a leaf, wailing in agony.
Sword Master Geng took a long, hard look at Cheng Shile, then suddenly shot a meaningful glance at a few people beside him.
Immediately, the red-robed monk stepped forward and said:
"Amitabha Buddha. Donor Fang, it seems inappropriate to use torture to extract a confession."
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow.
"And who are you?"
"He’s the Red Dust Demon Monk, Jue Xiang!!"
Long Qingzhi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.
Fang Shuwen turned to look at her and saw that the young woman’s face was ashen. Pointing a finger, she began to identify them for Fang Shuwen one by one:
"That woman is the Master of the Heartless Order, Jiangshi Niang!
"He is the Celestial Peak Strange Guest, Li Wuxin!
"The one in purple robes with a sword is the Manor Master of Celestial Lake Manor, Ouyang Ming!
"And the one with disheveled hair in simple cloth robes is the Valley Master of Residual Wind Valley, Jiang Wushu!!"
Fang Shuwen was taken aback. He looked at Long Qingzhi with a hint of exasperation.
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
"Brother Fang was busy with important matters. I was planning to tell you about this later."
Long Qingzhi lowered her head slightly.
These people were all her mortal enemies; the Long Clan had been destroyed at their hands.
The moment Long Qingzhi saw them, the hatred in her heart had surged uncontrollably.
But Fang Shuwen was trying to avenge the people of that village, so it wasn’t the right time to bring up her own affairs. Thus, she had forcefully suppressed her feelings.
Besides, Long Qingzhi always remembered that she had only asked Fang Shuwen to escort her to Cold Valley Town; she had never asked him to help her get revenge.
How could she bring it up now?
That was why she had kept it all to herself until Fang Shuwen finally asked.
Fang Shuwen slowly walked to Long Qingzhi’s side and reached out, as if to pat her on the head.
But he looked at the fresh blood on his hand and pulled it back.
But Long Qingzhi quickly grabbed his hand, her gaze gentle.
Fang Shuwen gave a wry smile.
"You’ve been calling me Brother Fang for so long. I can’t let you have done it for nothing.
"It might be overstepping my bounds, but how about this: today, Brother Fang will get revenge for you?"
Tears instantly welled up in Long Qingzhi’s eyes. Her lips trembled, and then she nodded fiercely.
"Okay."
"Don’t cry, don’t cry."
Fang Shuwen finally patted Long Qingzhi gently on the head. Though his hand was covered in blood, the gesture was tender.
But when he turned back around, the chilling look in his eyes was enough to strike fear into everyone’s heart.
The next moment, with a single step, Fang Shuwen’s figure appeared in a blink before the Red Dust Demon Monk, Jue Xiang.
The red-robed monk’s expression changed drastically. With an angry roar, he circulated the True Qi throughout his body and shot both fists toward the vital points on Fang Shuwen’s chest.
But then came a SNAP. His wrists were seized by an irresistible, terrifying force that yanked him into the air. He was violently flung through the sky, followed by a heavy THUD.
Fang Shuwen had simply yanked him up and slammed him brutally onto the ground.
Horrified, shocked, and enraged, Jue Xiang looked up, trying to struggle free, only to see a foot descending from the sky.
BAM!!
With one stomp, Fang Shuwen drove the monk’s bald head straight into the ground.
A pit was formed in the ground, its bottom stained with a mixture of red and white.
"Attack together!!!"
Seeing that Jue Xiang couldn’t withstand a single move, the remaining four—Celestial Lake Manor Master Ouyang Ming, Residual Wind Valley Master Jiang Wushu, the Celestial Peak Strange Guest Li Wuxin, and the Master of the Heartless Order Jiangshi Niang—flew out simultaneously, attacking Fang Shuwen from four different directions.
Ouyang Ming unsheathed his longsword. His Swordsmanship was a blur of feints and real strikes, radiating a chilling aura—the ultimate technique of Celestial Lake Manor, the Ice Heart Swordsmanship. The blade aimed for the heart, its cold energy spreading in all directions.
At the same time, the Valley Master of Residual Wind Valley, Jiang Wushu, waved his hands, filling the air with a flurry of palm shadows. Amidst the whistling wind, there was a sound like the clang of blades.
This was Residual Wind Valley’s Sundering Sky, Falling Wind Palm. This Palm Technique was channeled with a unique Inner Strength; the palms carried a powerful Wind Force, striking like blades as they aimed for the vital point on Fang Shuwen’s back.
Meanwhile, the Celestial Peak Strange Guest, Li Wuxin, used a strange and deceptive Body Technique to circle around to Fang Shuwen’s side.