Chapter 25: Kill When You Say You Will.
The scorching July sun beat down on the earth, casting compressed shadows from the trees.
The mountains and valleys were devoid of even a hint of breeze.
The forest, like a green wave, shimmered as it absorbed nutrients from the earth, yet the leaves still seemed listless.
They persevered, waiting for the wind, clouds, or sun to shift, offering them respite.
But the two people at the edge of the forest were spirited and full of vitality.
They seemed much more resolute than the leaves.
From their expressions and gaze, they looked like they were facing a mountain of gold, ready to reach out and take it.
More and more martial artists couldn't help but watch from a distance.
It seems they have encountered a roadblock?
Everyone is curious about how the person in the carriage will respond.
They say he is the young master of the Fang Family from Bibo City?
...
Fang Che coughed.
Yen Meng hurried forward, bowed, and with two delicate white hands, pulled back the curtain of the carriage door.
One foot stepped out first, wearing meticulously crafted black leather boots with dark gold patterns.
The foot landed firmly and steadily on the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust, revealing a beautifully proportioned and slender calf.
Then, a head of black hair emerged from the carriage, thick and lush, with a dark gold hairband holding it in place, reflecting a mesmerizing color in the sunlight.
The hairband was as thick as a goose egg, indicating how dense and vigorous the hair was.
A purple jade hairpin slanted across the hair, securing the hairband. Purple light shimmered on both sides.
The other foot landed on the ground at the same time.
He wore a black cloak with dark gold patterns, his body slowly standing upright.
Revealing a handsome face.
His eyebrows were as sharp as swords, naturally exuding a sharpness that seemed to pierce through the sky.
Under his eyebrows,
His gaze was deep and profound, like the stars in the vast sea.
His face was flawless, like beautiful jade.
His nose was straight, his lips thin, pursed, revealing an elegant curve.
His lips were red, his teeth white, and his eyes clear and bright.
His black hair was meticulously tied up, with a strand hanging down behind his ear, gently swaying.
Broad-shouldered and straight-backed, he appeared slightly thin. His cloak was casually open, revealing muscular arms, a slim waist, and long, powerful legs, exuding an indescribable grace and elegance.
Just standing there, he was like a jade tree in the wind, with a dignified and profound aura, standing tall and majestic.
Fang Che took three steps forward.
Graceful and composed, as if strolling in the clouds.
As he moved, the dark gold patterns on his cloak undulated like waves, reflecting bright lights under the sunlight, disappearing and reappearing in countless different positions, shimmering like a galaxy accompanying his every step.
This single appearance seemed to bring light to everyone's eyes, eliciting uncontrollable admiration: "Such elegance!"
Truly deserving of the phrase "In the crowd, he shines like jade, a young master without equal!"
It must be said that even Yen Meng, upon seeing him, couldn't help but look dazzled for a moment.
In an instant, it seemed like being scolded by such a person wouldn't be a big deal.
Especially when he's right!
...
The two opposite him were so intimidated by his demeanor that they couldn't speak for a moment.
Fang Che calmly said, "Are you two looking for me? I wonder what advice you have."
"Uh..."
The tall bald man opposite him was sweating slightly, finally coming to his senses. Seeing Fang Che's appearance and comparing it to his own, he suddenly felt a surge of anger rising in his heart.
He exploded, "Fang Che! Do you know who I am?"
Fang Che reached out, and Yen Meng obediently handed over a snow-white handkerchief.
He elegantly wiped his hands with it and casually asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Su Yue's cousin-in-law."
The man's ugly face revealed a hint of ferocity and greed. "I heard that Young Master Fang is managing the family's assets for my nephew. After hearing the news, I hurried here and finally arrived before the Young Master left."
"Oh."
Fang Che smiled, showing his white teeth. "I wonder, Uncle, what do you want?"
"What do I want? Isn't it obvious? My poor nephew's family is all dead. As his uncle, I naturally have to help him protect the family's assets. I came to see Young Master Fang today for this reason."
Fang Che chuckled, "So, you came all this way to ask for money?"
The bald man was unabashed, "Exactly."
Fang Che smiled, standing with his hands behind his back. The cloak fluttered without wind, reflecting light. "How much do you want?"
"At least one million taels!"
Greed gleamed in the bald man's eyes.
"Heh..."
Fang Che smiled faintly.
The Su family's assets amounted to billions, with countless gold tickets and all kinds of treasures. One million taels?
This man probably just wanted to get a share of the pie. However, being too close to Bibo City, he didn't dare to act, so he could only follow all the way here.
Moreover, he didn't dare to enter the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits.
It showed his low strength.
Lacking in experience and low in strength—he should be someone else's pawn for scouting.
Fang Che was relieved. He said calmly, "It's true that Su's assets are in my hands. However, if you want them, you'll need a letter from Su or proof from the Hall of Guardians that you are of Su's bloodline."
"If just anyone could come and take money from me, how could I face Su?"
Fang Che smiled coldly, "Don't talk about being an uncle. Come and take it if you can!"
"I intend to..."
The bald man's words had just left his mouth when a flash of light appeared before him. Fang Che took a big step forward, and the light suddenly flashed again.
Clang.
The sound of a sword leaving its sheath rang out.
But the sword was nowhere to be seen.
The light had reached the bald man's throat.
His eyes suddenly showed fear.
Fang Che had already retracted his sword and stepped back.
Blood Spirit Seven Swords, First Form: One Drop of Red!
The Soul-Searching Sword is invisible, shocking the gods with its appearance; killing without spilling blood, leaving only one drop of red. [Homage to my favorite book]
The two men opposite him fell backward, kicking up a cloud of dust.
At the throat, a hint of red slowly spread, but no fresh blood flowed out.
While the sword tip touched the throat, it shattered the Adam's apple, severed the windpipe, A sword Qi surged upward, dispersing the brain and soul, while another sword Qi surged downward, piercing through the internal organs and smashing the elixir field!
These were all consequences of the previous sword strike.
Their souls were destroyed!
In other words, when Fang Che retracted his sword and stepped back, the two sword energies were actually still ravaging the bodies of his enemies.
Silence fell!
The onlookers, whether near or far, were all shocked.
Fang Che wore a faint smile on his face as he stood with his hands behind his back in the shade of the trees, tilting his head slightly and squinting at the scorching sun in the sky. In his eyes, it was like beams of sword light descending from the sky.
Then his gaze swept over the faces of the onlookers, saying, "This is just a farce. I don't know which expert set up such a clumsy plot. People, when they're poor, all want to make money and get ahead in this world, in this martial world. I understand that!"
"So, I understand what happened today. But I have a piece of advice for the person behind this."
Fang Che said calmly, "Some money is worth your life. Or rather, you need to have a life to get it!"
This statement carried a strong implication.
There were already seven or eight people watching around, some of them martial artists from Bibo City, and a small number were not.
Everyone was somewhat shaken.
Shocked by Fang Che's ruthlessness and decisiveness.
He said he would kill, and he did, striking directly without leaving any room for the other party. They were also amazed by the sharpness of Fang Che's martial arts skills.
What kind of sword technique was that?
Several people glanced at each other but remained silent, their faces expressionless.
At least on the surface, it was impossible to tell who was behind those two fools just now.
"I actually understand very well that those two fools who acted so recklessly must have someone behind them. And among you, there is definitely someone."
"I'm not interested in finding out."
Fang Che said indifferently, "Someone who would go to such lengths for so little money doesn't deserve my attention or concern."
"Especially someone who didn't even dare to act in Bibo City. Heh heh."
Fang Che flicked his sleeve and smiled, showing his teeth. "Just a bunch of rats!"
A young man in white on the opposite side smiled and said, "Brother Fang is right. I also look down on such people."
He smiled, clasped his hands, and his smile was sincere. "I am Kang Zijian. I hope to meet and travel with Brother Fang in the future at the Martial Arts Academy."
Fang Che smiled faintly and clasped his hands. "Brother Kang."
Next to Kang Zijian, there was another young man whose eyes flickered. He took a step forward and said, "I am Wei Zihao from Bibo City. I have seen Brother Fang. Brother Fang, please don't be angry. There are many clowns in the world. If such a situation occurs again in the future, Wei is willing to fight alongside Brother Fang!"
Wei Zihao.
A genius martial artist from the Wei family in Bibo City.
He was also one of the batch of martial artists rushing to take the exam.
The Wei family, like the Fang family, was one of the four major ninth-level families in Bibo City.
Fang Che looked at Wei Zihao for a moment and smiled. "Brother Wei is right. There is no need to pay attention to such clowns."
Several young men also came forward, introducing themselves and making friends. Their impression of Fang Che was quite good.
Decisive and efficient, swift in action, courteous and flawless in handling people and things, elegant and thorough in etiquette.
People felt refreshed in his presence.
Who wouldn't want to be friends with such a person?
Fang Che thus gained a bunch of friends.
Then everyone worked together to dig a pit and bury the bodies of the two bandits before heading off separately.
Because the Martial Arts Academy did not allow martial artists to travel in groups, everyone had to make their own way to the academy.
….
Ye Meng was a little puzzled.
In her opinion, among these guys, there must be someone behind the scenes. But why did Fang Che just let this matter go?
Could it be that he really just killed those two and left it at that?
This guy is not usually so magnanimous.
On the left side of the road, a person blended into the dense leaves, so much so that even when approaching, they couldn't be seen.
It was Fan Tiantiao.
He was also puzzled: did he just leave like that?
Based on his experience, Wei Zihao among these people was very suspicious and very likely to be the mastermind behind the scenes.
The two who made the move, although they were killed instantly, should have a considerable level of cultivation. Even if they were not martial masters, they should be high-ranking martial warriors.
This level of cultivation was nothing to Fan Tiantiao, but it should be enough to deal with Fang Che.
At least, this is what the mastermind behind the scenes should be thinking.
However, he did not expect to be easily dealt with by Fang Che.
"Why not send higher-level experts?"
"Is it just to test his strength?"
"Why did Fang Che just let it go like that?"
Fan Tiantiao kept calculating in his mind.
While on the right side of the road.
Similarly, a person was hiding in the distance on a large tree, watching here.
It was Qian Sanjiang.
At this moment, Qian Sanjiang was also frowning, unable to figure it out.
"It was really satisfying to kill just now. Why did he let it go after killing someone and saying a few meaningless words? Wei Zihao is obviously suspicious, why not continue to investigate?"
"Killing just these two people is useless. The mastermind behind the scenes is still out there, won't there be endless trouble in the future? And also exposing his own cultivation, making it easier for them to send more people later, it is truly unwise."
"Is it due to a youthful lack of consideration, or is there another consideration?"
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