Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Meng Zhao's act of throwing silver notes at the top of his lungs was indeed very powerful, and at least Qi Fang, who had previously been suspicious of the two, now trusted them more.

She had never seen so much silver before. Although it was in silver notes, she believed that the person who could produce so much silver would not lie to her.

Of course, this woman's background and environment were too poor, and she lacked awareness; otherwise, she would have known what it means to be wicked.

It's just money; leaving it with her is just a temporary arrangement, so she can take it back whenever she needs it.

As for Qi Fang, she had absolutely no ability to resist.

Meng Zhao wouldn't act like that, so Qi Fang was lucky to have met Meng Zhao; her life wouldn't be too bad.

Clutching the silver note tightly, Qi Fang thought for a moment and said,

"You need to do two things for me. As long as I can do them, I will do my best to help you with whatever you ask."

Such a hasty decision was, of course, influenced by multiple factors.

First of all, Qi Fang's current situation is not good. The difficulties in life are secondary. The main problem is that she can't see any hope. She is in complete darkness. All she can see is despair. How can she talk about hope?

Secondly, Qi Fang is quite intelligent. She can tell that the younger one probably doesn't have much experience in the underworld, and his behavior isn't particularly outstanding. On the other hand, the older one is clearly a seasoned veteran with a shrewd and experienced demeanor.

Such a person is probably very difficult to deal with, and may even be a skilled martial artist. She or her family simply have no ability to resist.

Most importantly, Qi Fang's elderly mother passed away a few days ago. She has no relatives left and no attachments. Her only plan is to think about herself and start over.

If it works out, great; if not, at worst it's just a life.

Fang Han's expression was not good. He felt that his current experience was completely different from what he had expected, which made him lose face.

Of course, with Meng Zhao, disguised as Uncle Yang, in charge at this time, it wasn't his turn to speak.

Meng Zhao nodded, her tone calm yet naturally confident, and said,

"Tell me about it, if it's not too much trouble."

Therefore, Qi Fang put forward two conditions that could barely be called conditions.

First, kill her gambling husband and never let her see him again.

Second, killing Zhu Laoda would fulfill a wish she had held for years and vent her resentment.

After several years of marriage, Qi Fang and her husband had completely severed their emotional ties, becoming more like enemies than family.

In fact, in her early years, although Qi Fang did not love her husband, they were still family and there was some affection between them. If she had been dutiful and had children, her heart and soul would have been completely tied to him.

However, the good days didn't last long. Qi Fang's husband was tricked and schemed against, and began to gamble, eventually losing all of the family fortune.

However, this young man cherished Qi Fang quite a bit. No matter how much he gambled, he was unwilling to take out large loans, which was to leave this family, which was riddled with problems, a little bit of breathing room.

Of course, a gambler's rationality is limited. In the past year, this gambling husband has begun to break the rules he set at the beginning and has started borrowing large sums of money from people who lend money to casinos, which he can hardly repay.

For the gambling den, this was great news, but for Qi Fang, it was a complete nightmare.

Therefore, after such a long period of time, kinship and gratitude have been worn away, and they have come to hate each other instead.

Qi Fang's dissatisfaction with her gambling husband had escalated to hatred.

She was by nature a feisty person, and she clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. Naturally, she seized this opportunity, hoping that Meng Zhao and the other person would help her resolve her troubles.

Is it possible for Qi Fang to solve this on her own?

Yes, of course.

She could easily kill her gambling husband while he was asleep.

But she was ultimately just a woman; she was ruthless in heart but not in hand, and not bold enough to kill.

Even if she killed someone, she had no chance of escaping the government's investigation.

Therefore, she endured it all.

I spoke up today simply because I couldn't hold back any longer; I felt I had seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As for Boss Zhu, he was the owner of a small gambling den in the city, and he had the support of a gang.

Back then, it was he who took a liking to Qi Fang, which led him to set a trap to seduce Qi Fang's husband, causing him to become addicted to gambling and completely ruin his life.

Therefore, if Qi Fang's hatred for her husband was ten, then her hatred for Zhu Laoda was one hundred, one thousand, the kind that runs deep in her bones.

In other words, Qi Fang's childhood sweetheart was also a member of the gang and quite capable. Although Boss Zhu ran a small gambling den, his strength was limited; otherwise, Qi Fang would have been forcibly taken by Boss Zhu long ago.

Of course, from Qi Fang's perspective, these so-called conditions seem quite complicated and difficult.

In Meng Zhao's eyes, all he could say was, "What is all this?"

He shook his head and said to Fang Han,
"You're going to deal with these two people, is that alright?"

Fang Han hesitated, not because she was afraid of her gambling husband, but because she was afraid that Boss Zhu had also learned martial arts.

He hasn't been practicing martial arts for long and his skills are still developing; he might not be a match for Boss Zhu.

Hearing Fang Han's words, Meng Zhao nodded.

"You are very cautious, but can a mere Boss Zhu, an ant-like figure, really compare to you?"

Even if he did practice martial arts, what kind of low-level skills did he practice? Could they compare to yours?

That's true. These past few days, Fang Han has been busy studying the Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique, and he's very happy with it.

Take the first move for example. He practiced it over and over again, and each time he practiced it, he gained new insights and knowledge. This is enough to show that this palm technique is extremely skillful and cannot be compared with the common stuff.

The reason why people hesitate and dare not take action when faced with a problem is because they lack self-awareness.

Don't underestimate him just because he's only practiced for a short time. With such a short time and a top-notch internal and external martial art, his improvement is quite remarkable.

What kind of "Master Zhu" is he? Meng Zhao probably hasn't even learned internal martial arts. He's only practiced a few external martial arts techniques. What does that amount to?

Hearing Meng Zhao say this, Fang Han also had an idea.

It wasn't that he was afraid of what Meng Zhao might do to him; he didn't care anyway.

He was even more afraid that his timid and hesitant manner would be reported to his master by this Uncle Yang.

If the master thinks that I am too timid and not a suitable successor, then I will be in trouble.

Expelling him from the sect is one thing, but not teaching him the supreme Three-Part Returning Origin Qi is absolutely unacceptable.

Therefore, Fang Han quickly nodded in agreement and patted his chest to guarantee that he would complete the task.

This can also be considered a promise to Qi Fang.

At this moment, Qi Fang seemed to have completed some kind of mission. Her entire demeanor was completely transformed; her fair and beautiful face seemed to glow, and she was bathed in the light of hope. "What should I do? Tell me!"

This time, before Fang Han could speak, Meng Zhao had already informed Qi Fang of the design and plan that the two of them had prepared.

She is a crucial link; whether she knows the truth or not makes a huge difference.

Only with her cooperation can the plan to capture Fang Zijun be completed more effectively.

Meng Zhao explained very carefully and with great confidence, and Qi Fang listened very attentively, while her eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

She never imagined that the two people in front of her would actually target the Fang family, especially the infamous fifth son of the Fang family.

Anyone who has lived in Kaiyan County for a period of time knows the significance and influence of the Fang family.

Qi Fang is a good local, and of course, she is no exception.

To her, that Zhu Boss was already a remarkable figure, someone she couldn't afford to offend, and the Fang family was an even more terrifying existence.

Dealing with the Fang family is essentially like signing a pact with death; they can enter the underworld at any time.

As a woman, she was still very scared, very afraid, and very reluctant to refuse Meng Zhao and the other person.

However, she quickly thought of the five hundred taels of silver in her hand, and the two people she had been longing to kill.

Besides, her current life has become utterly devoid of joy, so why not give it a shot?

All these conflicting emotions, hesitations, and indecisions ultimately led her to make up her mind and agree to the task.

As for the outcome, she wouldn't be demanding; life and death were no longer in her own hands.

After the discussion was completed and they left Qi Fang's house, Fang Han suddenly said,
"Uncle Yang, isn't what we're doing a bit too risky? What if this woman suddenly runs away with the money, or what if she's afraid of the Fang family and tells them what happened?"

This is not impossible; on the contrary, it is very likely to happen.

Meng Zhao and Fang Han were two completely unknown people. Their identities, backgrounds, and origins were all unknown, yet they still came to him. Although they had money, they did show some strength, but only a little.

Compared to the Fang family, who had dominated the county town for many years, they seemed insignificant and pathetic.

"Maybe, but there's no need to worry too much. I'll keep an eye on her from the shadows."

In addition, I will teach you a hidden weapon skill. You must do your best to kill Qi Fang and Boss Zhu, which will also serve as proof of yourself.

The Three-Part Returning to Origin Qi is indeed an unparalleled divine skill, domineering and unmatched, powerful and unstoppable. One must have an indomitable will to cultivate it.

In your future actions, you must cultivate your own domineering spirit. If you are narrow-minded and hesitant, you will never be able to master this martial art.

Let me teach you another saying: the lowest level of martial arts is to practice technique, the middle level is to practice strength, and the highest level is to practice intention.

Skill refers to external martial arts, strength refers to internal martial arts, and intention refers to a person's spirit, will, temperament, and courage.

Young man, I have high hopes for you, and so does the master. Don't let us down!

These words made Fang Han's blood boil. Although he was wild and didn't really respect his so-called master, he was still a young man and felt a great sense of honor in the expectations and recognition of others.

After Fang Han left, Meng Zhao turned around and went back to Qi Fang's courtyard, where she found Qi Fang.

When Qi Fang saw Meng Zhao return, she was a little surprised. She didn't understand why the person who had just made the arrangements would suddenly come back. Could it be that there was something he had forgotten?

"Qi Fang, fetch me a basin of water."

Qi Fang had an idea and, as Meng Zhao had suggested, fetched a basin of well water from the courtyard.

Meng Zhao waved his hand and stepped forward, washing off the disguise ointment from his face, revealing himself to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. Although he looked somewhat immature, he had an extraordinary demeanor and mature eyes. Every move he made did not resemble that of a teenager, making people subconsciously overlook his age.

"This, this, you're actually so small?"

Qi Fang covered her lips in surprise upon seeing this scene.

Meng Zhao smiled and swaggered into the house, showing no awareness of being a guest, but rather acting as if he were at home.

"What, are you curious? Do you think I'm too young and unreliable?"

As he spoke, Meng Zhao raised his hand and waved it. An invisible force transformed into a chain, binding Qi Fang and pulling her in front of him.

This bizarre scene, far from frightening Qi Fang, actually made her feel relieved.

A person's age doesn't matter; the skill level is what matters most.

However, the next moment, Meng Zhao's right hand very casually pinched her smooth chin, making Qi Fang both ashamed and angry, her eyes filled with a hint of coldness.

"What are you doing? Do you also see me as some despicable person, like that Boss Zhu?"

Meng Zhao nodded and said,
"Qi Fang, you are very smart. A smart person should be very clear about their situation."

You're only twenty years old, and you're so beautiful, elegant, and have snow-white skin, like a piece of fine jade. Do you think that even without Boss Zhu, no one else would have designs on you?

Throughout history, beautiful women have been considered a source of trouble. Either you possess power yourself, or your support wields power; otherwise, you are like a rootless duckweed, drifting aimlessly in the air, carried by the wind.

Would you be willing to live like this forever?

Qi Fang's face was still not good. Meng Zhao was right, but his actions really made her feel uncomfortable.

"So what? In the end, aren't you just like Boss Zhu, lusting after my beauty?"

Meng Zhao narrowed his eyes and slowly exerted force with his right hand, pinching Qi Fang's jaw until it ached, but she couldn't get rid of it. She could only look at Meng Zhao with pitiful eyes.

"Do you see? Those who have no power will be coerced like this."

In terms of motivation, I am no different from Boss Zhu, but in terms of ability, we are worlds apart.

I dare to go after the Fang family. Ask Boss Zhu if he dares.

"I can teach you martial arts, give you power, and even control your own destiny. Ask Boss Zhu if he can."

A simple sentence, yet it was like a bolt of lightning, shattering all of Qi Fang's defenses.

Her whole body was trembling, her mind was being shocked like never before, and her emotions were surging.

Her fair, jade-like skin was flushed with a blush.

Did she hear that right? Martial arts? Can she practice martial arts too?
Although Qi Fang was not a member of the martial arts world, she still yearned for martial arts and the martial arts community.

Once upon a time, in her youth, she dreamed of finding a renowned master, learning martial arts, roaming the martial world with a sword, meeting a young hero, becoming a loving couple, raising children, and living a happy life.

However, reality dealt her a heavy blow, making her realize that dreams are always just dreams, not reality.

Even more tragically, her reality was far worse than the worst possible outcome she had ever imagined.

Gradually, reality wore down her edges, and she completely stopped fantasizing. (End of Chapter)