Chapter 479 - 220: That Day
Chapter 479: Chapter 220: That Day
A sunshower fell during the day, soaking the earth and startling many small animals.
Now, under the curtain of night, it should have been perfectly silent, but small creatures like toads and frogs were croaking incessantly.
In the abandoned village, a fire was lit inside a relatively well-preserved house.
A few frogs were skewered on sticks, sizzling as they roasted over the flames.
Fang Shuwen took out some seasoning and sprinkled it on top, and a fragrant aroma immediately filled the air.
After putting the spice jar away, he sat back, leaning against Fang Dabao’s soft fur, which earned him an annoyed glance from the creature.
Dabao was clearly still holding a grudge about being ’abandoned’ earlier in the day.
Catching this, Yu Yaoguang and Miao Feichan exchanged a glance and couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
Fang Shuwen just clicked his tongue, paying it no mind, his gaze falling to another corner of the room.
Two men were lying there, sprawled on the ground like heaps of mud.
They were Shi Wuya and the Masked Man.
Though his fight with the Masked Man during the day had been quick, the Morning Book had left a rather deep impression on Fang Shuwen.
The Masked Man’s moves were all linked. Once he realized escape was impossible, the techniques he unleashed flowed seamlessly one after another.
Whether it was the initial kick or the later Morning Finger, they were all to set up the final technique: One Cry Heralds the Dawn.
Against anyone else, he might have actually turned defeat into victory.
But unfortunately for him, he had run into Fang Shuwen.
The Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield was simply an unsolvable problem for them.
So much so that even when One Cry Heralds the Dawn was unleashed at point-blank range, Fang Shuwen was left completely unscathed.
The bleeding in the Masked Man’s leg had been stopped. He lay there, his eyes vacant, clearly never having expected to end up in such a state.
He never imagined that with his level of Martial Arts, he would be captured alive by Fang Shuwen.
Shi Wuya was in a similar state, the very picture of utter despair.
Fang Shuwen chuckled softly:
"Do you two feel as though life has lost all its color, that not a single shred of light remains?
"To be honest, your days of despair are still to come. This is only the beginning."
Neither Shi Wuya nor the Masked Man said a word.
’At this point, words were useless. For now, death was not an option, but it was clear they wouldn’t be living well either.
Whatever methods Fang Shuwen had in store, they could only take it.’
Fang Shuwen did not disappoint them, walking right up to the two men.
He brought his index and middle fingers together, and with a thought, A Line was drawn forth.
With a subtle shift in his thoughts, Fang Shuwen suddenly brought A Line down on an acupoint on Shi Wuya’s shoulder.
With another flick, he touched it to his Danzhong Acupoint.
He then sealed his Mute Acupoint and tossed him aside, ignoring him.
His Inner Strength had been completely drained by Fang Shuwen, and now he was being tortured by A Line. Unable to speak or even scream, he suffered an agony that was simply beyond description.
Fang Shuwen then applied the same methods to the Masked Man.
After doing all this, Fang Shuwen turned back and finished his dinner with Yu Yaoguang and Miao Feichan.
By the time they had eaten and drunk their fill, about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed.
Normally, the two men would have long since succumbed, bleeding from all seven orifices as their bodies gradually broke down.
And yet, at this moment, there was no visible change in their appearance.
This was because Fang Shuwen had integrated the Healing Chapter of the Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield into A Line.
As a result, A Line not only inflicted immense pain but also healed their injuries even as it caused them.
This could greatly prolong the duration of their agony without causing any major damage.
Although the healing True Qi contained within A Line was far less effective than Fang Shuwen acting directly, it was more than enough to extend the process.
If that proved insufficient, Fang Shuwen could still intervene directly.
’But this should be about enough,’ Fang Shuwen thought. He stood up, hauled Shi Wuya over, and after undoing A Line, he unsealed his Mute Acupoint.
The Tower Master of Night Rain Tower had probably never been treated like this in his entire life.
His eyes held a mixture of confusion and terror.
Fang Shuwen squatted down and looked at him:
"The Touching the Subtle Technique and the Knowing Destiny Technique. Can you write them down for me?"
Even though Fang Shuwen’s voice was soft, the Tower Master of Night Rain’s pupils contracted sharply. He took a deep breath:
"You wish—"
Fang Shuwen’s brow furrowed slightly. A Line descended once more, and before Shi Wuya could scream, his Mute Acupoint was sealed again.
After casually tossing the man aside, he dragged the Masked Man over.
Releasing the restraints on him, Fang Shuwen looked at him:
"What should I call you?"
"..."
The Masked Man grimaced. Even though the muscles in his face were still twitching uncontrollably from the recent pain and his voice trembled, his tone remained defiant:
"Who the hell are..."
’Fang Shuwen was now certain that A Line’s effects weren’t particularly ideal against experts like these.
Even when he had used it on Zhao Wuji, his reaction hadn’t been as pathetic as the others.
His cooperation had stemmed mainly from the fact that he had lost the will to live.
But no matter. It was only a question of time.’
After sealing the Masked Man’s Mute Acupoint again and applying A Line,
Fang Shuwen paid them no more attention.
’This was also a good opportunity to see just what the limits of A Line were now that it was integrated with the Healing Chapter.’
And so he waited for a full hour.