Chapter 381 - 187: You Are Not to Blame
Chapter 381: Chapter 187: You Are Not to Blame
"However, obtaining these three martial arts is anything but easy.
"Once you’ve passed the first trial, I will take you to find them."
Long Qingzhi asked hurriedly,
"Do you mean all three martial arts require passing the first trial before they can be cultivated?"
"That’s right."
Zhao Wuji’s expression was composed.
But this very composure made Long Qingzhi’s face turn pale.
’Zhao Wuji... He really is lying!’
If he had hesitated even slightly, or offered a couple of vague, ambiguous phrases, Long Qingzhi wouldn’t have been so certain.
After all, he didn’t possess the Glazed Saint Body, so it would be understandable if he were unclear on certain details.
’But now... he must think his lie won’t be exposed. Is that why he can be so composed?’
In truth, had there been no surprises, Zhao Wuji’s lie would have been convincing enough to pass for the real thing.
Fang Shuwen was young and had never even heard of the Glazed Saint Body before meeting Long Qingzhi.
And while Long Qingzhi possessed this constitution, she only knew how to ruin it, not how to cultivate it.
Zhao Wuji was the Sect Leader of the Heaven-Slaying Sect, a paramount figure in the Northern Domain Martial World.
Naturally, whatever he said, Fang Shuwen and Long Qingzhi were expected to believe.
But he never could have imagined that the White-robed Saintess had already given the Glazed Holy Heart Scripture to Fang Shuwen.
As a result, his lie was fragile enough to be shattered with a single touch.
She bit her lip lightly, looked at the still-calm Fang Shuwen, and slowly exhaled, composing her emotions.
Fang Shuwen glanced at her.
"Is there anything else you want to know?"
"No."
Long Qingzhi shook her head. ’Thank goodness... on Celestial Martial Peak, the White-robed Saintess gave us the Glazed Holy Heart Scripture. Otherwise, I dread to imagine the danger I’d be in if Fang Shuwen were to leave now.’
"I, on the other hand, have a few questions for Sect Leader Zhao."
Fang Shuwen said softly.
Zhao Wuji was a little surprised.
"I wonder, Young Hero Fang, what is it you wish to ask me?"
"No rush."
After saying these two words, Fang Shuwen suddenly, without any warning, thrust a palm straight at Zhao Wuji’s face.
Demon-Suppressing Seal!
Zhao Wuji was seated on a stool. The palm strike was fast, fierce, and a completely unprompted sneak attack. An ordinary person would have found it impossible to defend against.
But Zhao Wuji was, after all, the Sect Leader of the Heaven-Slaying Sect. His reflexes were far beyond those of an ordinary person.
With a push of his feet, the stool beneath him shot back half a foot, barely dodging the strike. Fang Shuwen then seamlessly transitioned from a palm to a claw, his hand reaching for the Danzhong Acupoint on Zhao Wuji’s chest.
With no time for words, Zhao Wuji swung his arm to block Fang Shuwen’s grab.
But his wrist fell into Fang Shuwen’s grasp.
As the North Nether Divine Technique activated, Zhao Wuji immediately felt a vortex in Fang Shuwen’s palm, trying to draw out his own Inner Strength.
He took a sharp breath, stabilized the turbulence within him, and, while his wrist was held by Fang Shuwen’s right hand, threw a punch with his left straight at Fang Shuwen’s heart.
At this moment, the martial art he should have used was the Seven Emotions and Seven Sins Heaven-Slaying Saber.
But he had spent twenty years honing that saber technique and was truly reluctant to use it on Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen felt that Zhao Wuji’s Inner Strength was a cohesive whole, unmoved by external forces.
This was the first time the North Nether Divine Technique had failed, but Fang Shuwen wasn’t surprised.
The world was full of masters, and experts with unique abilities were countless.
The North Nether Divine Technique was powerful, but to think one could dominate the world unopposed with it alone was to underestimate the heroes of the realm.
Zhao Wuji was already one of the top figures in the Northern Domain; it was no surprise he possessed such skill.
In response to the punch aimed at his heart, Fang Shuwen met it with a punch of his own.
A deep, muffled BOOM was heard!
As the two fists met, a violent wave of Inner Strength swept out in all directions.
The stool beneath Zhao Wuji couldn’t withstand the force and instantly shattered into pieces.
He maintained his sitting posture, not falling, but his body slid backward uncontrollably until his back hit the courtyard wall, finally steadying himself.
Fang Shuwen’s body also swayed slightly. He let out a light laugh.
"Senior Zhao, impressive martial arts."
Only then did the two people outside the door realize what had happened.
They were both shocked and bewildered.
’Why would Fang Shuwen suddenly attack out of the blue?’
’Just as I thought. The man’s personality is bizarre and unpredictable.’
’He attacks without any rhyme or reason.’
Zhao Ziying, however, wasn’t surprised. She just looked at Zhao Wuji with a peculiar expression.
Although Fang Shuwen had launched a sneak attack, Zhao Wuji was a legendary, almost mythical figure in the Northern Domain Martial World.
’How could he have been pushed to a disadvantage in that exchange?’
’Fang Shuwen’s martial arts... are truly fearsome.’
Zhao Wuji slowly stood up, his expression inscrutable, seemingly a little perplexed.
"Young Hero Fang, were your questions about a matter of martial arts?"
Fang Shuwen shook his head and also stood up.
"I just felt that if I simply asked, you definitely wouldn’t answer.
"So I decided to beat you down first and ask later."
Even with his extraordinary cunning and composure, Zhao Wuji’s face darkened upon hearing this.
"How outrageous!
"You came as a guest, and I treated you with courtesy, yet you attacked me for no reason. What is the meaning of this?"
Fang Shuwen gave a scornful laugh, not wanting to waste more words on him.
But after a glance at Long Qingzhi, he changed his mind. ’There are some things that, even though we already know, are better settled once and for all.’
He raised his gaze to look at Zhao Wuji.