Chapter 368 - 183: Upholding Justice
Chapter 368: Chapter 183: Upholding Justice
To the left of the Xu Family Manor, a promontory jutted out, forming a Half Cliff.
From this vantage point, one could take in the entirety of the Xu Family Manor below.
However, due to the great distance and height, only a supreme master with senses far surpassing an ordinary person’s could hope to make out any details.
And at this very moment, a man with a cold, stern expression stood there silently, taking in everything that was happening in the Xu Family Manor.
Though his eyes were downcast, the frosty glint brewing within them was impossible to ignore.
"Scared now, are you?"
A woman’s voice suddenly came from behind him.
The man’s expression didn’t change, as if he had already sensed her presence. He simply said coolly,
"White Robe, what exactly is the relationship between you and him?"
He looked back to see a woman dressed all in white sitting on a large boulder. A light veil covered her face, obscuring her features.
In one of her delicate, jade-like hands, however, she was clutching a greasy chicken leg.
With her other hand, she lifted a corner of her veil, opened her cherry-red lips, and took a huge bite, eating with a complete lack of decorum.
She spoke with her mouth full, her words muffled.
"That’s none of your business. You don’t need to ask."
"But if what happened at Feng Family Manor ever happens again, it won’t just be Fang Shuwen you’ll have to deal with."
"Are you threatening me?"
The man’s face turned grim.
The white-robed woman, however, just chuckled and said,
"Who would dare threaten the myth of the Northern Domain Martial World?"
She took another vicious bite of the chicken leg before continuing,
"I’m merely stating a fact."
"You have some nerve!"
A resonant, clashing quality filled the man’s voice as his killing intent began to rise.
"You’re welcome to try."
The white-robed woman said with a laugh,
"Go ahead and strike me down right now. It would save him a trip."
"..."
The man took a deep breath. He knew he couldn’t make a move.
Although the white-robed woman’s Martial Arts were inferior to his, killing her would be impossible in just one or two moves.
If they fought here, even with the distance between this spot and the Xu Family Manor, they would surely attract Fang Shuwen’s attention.
Then it wouldn’t be one-on-one... but one-on-two.
While he believed that Fang Shuwen, with his level of Martial Arts, would disdain ganging up on someone, he had absolutely no faith that this white-robed woman would abide by the rules of the Jianghu.
Even if she openly agreed not to team up with Fang Shuwen, she would still launch a sneak attack behind his back.
The world knew that the Saintess Sect produced Saintesses, but few knew that there were only four true Saintesses.
They were distinguished by four colors: Black, White, Azure, and Purple.
The Black Saintess was the most revered, with the other three holding equal rank.
While the other Saintesses each had their unique personalities, the character of this White-robed Saintess was... hard to put into words.
She was also the one you least wanted to provoke.
In the end, the man took a deep breath.
"I will be waiting for him at the Sword God Palace."
After speaking, without waiting for the white-robed woman to say anything more, the man spun around and vanished in a flash, leaving only an afterimage.
"What’s the rush?"
The White-robed Saintess casually wiped her mouth with her veil, then seemed to realize that getting it all greasy wasn’t a great idea.
She casually pulled off the veil, revealing a beautiful face.
She then took a new veil from her sleeve, put it on, and muttered,
"We were just idly chatting. Why rush back to the Sword God Palace? It’s just a bunch of people on death’s door anyway."
She swung her feet lightly, then strolled to the edge of the Half Cliff. Shading her eyes with her hand, she peered down and clicked her tongue in admiration.
’Jiang Wushu, Jue Xiang, and the rest of them were certainly courting death.’
’But that Geng fellow actually had some skill. In the end, he was killed without even getting the chance to draw his sword...’
’He showed absolutely none of a master’s style, but I like it.’
’I just wonder who he takes after with that personality of his?’
’I remember his parents weren’t like that.’
’And where did he learn all these Martial Arts?’
’To have reached this level of achievement, he must have suffered a great deal.’
She continued to ramble, her eyes flickering between admiration and pity. She herself was an unconventional person with a unique personality.
Naturally, she disliked people who followed the rules to the letter.
Someone like Fang Shuwen, who didn’t play by the book, was exactly the kind of person she felt a special kinship with.
...
...
Fang Shuwen had given up on flicking the blood from his hands. His gaze flickered toward the distant cliff for a moment before he looked away.
He turned his attention to Fan Wusheng, who was standing there as if he didn’t know what to do.
After a moment’s thought, Fang Shuwen said,
"Kill yourself."
Without waiting for Fan Wusheng’s reaction, he walked over to Li Wuxin.
Li Wuxin was still alive, but he could no longer stand.
The force Fang Shuwen had unleashed upon the corpse had been too great. The Inner Strength that passed through it and into Li Wuxin’s body had already severed his meridians. His arms were broken, and his breath was as faint as a thread.
When Fang Shuwen approached, fear showed in his eyes.
He seemed to want to say something, but Fang Shuwen had no intention of speaking with him.
Grabbing him by the head, he dragged him toward Long Qingzhi.
As if dragging a sack of rags, he tossed him down next to Fang Dabao. He glanced at Long Qingzhi and smiled.
"He’s all yours."
Long Qingzhi hopped down from Fang Dabao’s back and took out the dagger she always carried with her.
This was the payment she had promised Fang Shuwen.
But since they hadn’t reached Cold Valley Town yet, it was still in her possession.
Now, looking at the wretched, motionless Li Wuxin, whose face was a mask of pleading,
Long Qingzhi’s face showed not a hint of pity.