Chapter 371 - 184: Glazed Holy Heart Scripture
Chapter 371: Chapter 184: Glazed Holy Heart Scripture
The Huiwu Sect was just a minor sect, and Tang Lie’s Martial Arts were hardly worth mentioning.
But Tang Lie had a straightforward and stubborn personality. Once he set his mind on something, he’d see it through with a one-track mind.
Just like back in Huxia Village, he had been convinced that Fang Shuwen was the murderer and had attacked him on sight, completely ignoring the vast gap in their strength.
And now, after watching Fang Shuwen cut down the true murderers of the villagers one by one, he was filled with genuine admiration.
Thus, his words contained not a shred of insincerity.
Fang Shuwen gave the man a complicated look and sighed.
In truth, this was not the right time for Tang Lie to come out and say such things.
Given Fang Shuwen’s current standing, it would only bring disaster upon Tang Lie. It might even lead to the utter destruction of the Huiwu Sect.
But what was said was said, and he couldn’t make the man swallow his words.
After a glance at him, Fang Shuwen gave a slight nod. His gaze then shifted to the other Jianghu people.
"Where are the people from the Cyan Sheep Sect?"
This time, no one dared to utter another word. Someone quickly brought the members of the Cyan Sheep Sect forward.
However, it wasn’t just members of the Cyan Sheep Sect who had been imprisoned. Fang Shuwen also saw Feng Jihen... Back at Feng Family Manor, they had agreed to meet at Celestial Martial Peak.
Fang Shuwen had been wondering why he hadn’t arrived yet.
It turned out he had actually gotten here ahead of him, only to be locked up along with the people from the Cyan Sheep Sect.
Fang Shuwen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, wondering if Feng Jihen was just cursed this year. Feng Family Manor had suffered an unexpected disaster, and now he’d run to Xu Family Manor only to be imprisoned again... It was as if he was fated to have trouble with prison this year.
Feng Jihen, of course, also saw Fang Shuwen, and his face immediately flushed with shame.
Fang Shuwen paid it no mind, his gaze falling upon Li Chengfeng.
He was injured and looked even more miserable.
Compared to Feng Jihen, his situation was even more awkward.
"Greetings, Hero Fang... This is, well, quite embarrassing, Hero Fang.
"Allow me to make some introductions..."
He was followed by several middle-aged men, some of whom were Li Chengfeng’s seniors from the Cyan Sheep Sect, his martial uncles.
Li Juedai and Xiao Qingyu were also there.
But Fang Shuwen waved his hand dismissively.
"There’s no need. You are all free now. I’ll leave the rest of this so-called Celestial Martial Grand Assembly to you."
"Yes."
Li Chengfeng acknowledged.
The middle-aged men from the Cyan Sheep Sect and the duo of Li Juedai and Xiao Qingyu exchanged a glance, but they didn’t seem angered by Fang Shuwen’s dismissive attitude.
Fang Shuwen had originally intended to find all those who had wanted to attack him but had then cowardly backed down, and kill them one by one...
But one look at the crowd around him revealed that their eyes held not a trace of fighting spirit, only fear.
Furthermore, the difficulty of picking those specific people out of this mob was simply too great, so he decided against it.
Most importantly, all those who had actually dared to make a move were already dead.
As for those who were merely eager to try, they had, in the end, only been eager. Fang Shuwen considered himself a man of magnanimity and was willing to be lenient.
After speaking with Li Chengfeng, he nodded to Feng Jihen and then finally walked over to Long Qingzhi’s side.
"Come with me."
With that, he took Long Qingzhi by the wrist. With a turn, his figure vanished in a flash.
Only his voice drifted back:
"Fang Dabao will remain here for now. I’ll trouble the members of the Cyan Sheep Sect to look after him."
The crowd exchanged glances, staring at the black-and-white Exotic Beast. ’How are we supposed to look after this thing?’ they thought, glancing at the corpses littering the ground. ’Maybe we should pick out a couple of intact ones and ask if it’s hungry?’
...
...
Atop Half Cliff, the White-robed Saintess was leaning against a large rock, one hand propping up her head, snoring softly.
Fang Shuwen appeared not far from her with Long Qingzhi in tow, his brow twitching slightly.
Long Qingzhi was a little surprised.
"Is that the lady from before? Why is she always sleeping?"
"Perhaps she was up to no good last night?"
Fang Shuwen conjectured offhandedly.
The White-robed Saintess’s elegant brow shot up.
"What a baseless accusation from the Demon Evil God, slandering my good name! How was I ’up to no good’ last night?
"Did you see it with your own eyes?
"You should know that in the Jianghu, some things aren’t true even if you see them with your own eyes..."
"Enough."
Fang Shuwen couldn’t be bothered to listen to her nonsense.
"Who was that person with you earlier?"
"You even noticed that?"
The White-robed Saintess was slightly surprised, then said with a smile:
"That was Ye Wufeng."
A look of realization dawned on Fang Shuwen’s face.
"So it was him."
"You had your suspicions?"
The White-robed Saintess was again a little surprised.
Fang Shuwen chuckled.
"Just a random guess. I only felt that his gaze was like a sword. Being stared at by him was like having a blade pointed at me, which made me suspicious."
"Regret not coming over sooner?"
The White-robed Saintess winked at him playfully.
"If you’d come earlier, today’s Celestial Martial Grand Assembly might have truly become a tale for the ages.
"The Eastern Domain’s Demon Evil God challenging the Northern Domain’s Sword God.
"Regardless of the outcome, the story would surely have been passed down for a long, long time."
"It doesn’t matter."
Fang Shuwen was unconcerned.
"He doesn’t have many days left anyway. He’ll die sooner or later."
The White-robed Saintess burst out laughing.
"Excellent, excellent! Truly worthy of the title Human World Demon God."
As she spoke, she took a bamboo tube from her sleeve and tossed it to Fang Shuwen.
Not suspecting a trick, Fang Shuwen reached out and caught it.
He examined it in his hand, a little puzzled.
"What is this?"
"A greeting gift for you."
The White-robed Saintess said with a grin.
Fang Shuwen’s brow twitched slightly.
"Is there some connection between us?"
"There is."
The White-robed Saintess answered with a smile, not hiding anything.
Fang Shuwen’s pupils constricted slightly. He already had a guess, but then he saw the White-robed Saintess say with a smile: