One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

Chapter 262: On the heart but not the traces

As soon as he said this, Zhuge Heping seemed to have used up all his strength. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Sister Baoer's expression.

A breeze blew by, and Zhuge Heping, wearing a simple long robe, had his clothes swaying in the wind. He seemed leisurely, but he was actually tense inside.

Sure enough, after Zhuge Heping stood there stiffly for a few seconds, the rope on Sister Baoer behind him fell to the ground.

It turned out that Sister Baoer had already secretly used her internal energy to break the rope.

Zhuge Heping stood there, not daring to speak or move, and even with Sister Baoer's hands behind his back he didn't dare to move.

He was filled with fear, not knowing what this strange woman would do to him next.

In a blink of an eye, Sister Baoer came to the opposite side of him. She looked at Zhuge Heping, a faint smile appeared on her face, and said: "You are not a good kid, kidnapping is wrong."

Zhuge Heping's heart tightened. He didn't know how to explain to this stubborn and weird woman.

He quickly argued: "Girl, you misunderstood. I didn't kidnap you. I just wanted you to be quiet for a while."

"Hmph, you still dare to quibble!" Sister Baoer said, taking a step forward with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Zhuge Heping panicked, and he said quickly: "Girl, listen to my explanation. Sometimes you have to use some means. Just like during the Three Kingdoms period, Zhuge Liang used strategies to deal with Sima Yi. A gentleman judges by his heart, not his deeds. I have no ill intentions."

After hearing what he said, Sister Baoer frowned slightly, as if thinking about whether what he said made sense. After a while, she said, "What you said seems to make some sense, but you are still wrong."

Zhuge Heping was delighted, he thought Sister Baoer was convinced by him.

However, before he had time to be happy, Sister Baoer picked up the rope on the ground and said nothing, but just smiled mysteriously at Zhuge Heping.

Zhuge Heping had a bad feeling in his heart. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Sister Baoer had already taken action.

The rope in her hand was like a black lightning, wrapping around Zhuge Heping.

Zhuge Heping wanted to dodge, but found that his body had been restrained by an invisible force and he could not move at all.

"What...what do you want to do?" Zhuge Heping asked in horror.

Sister Baoer did not answer his question, but continued to tie him up with ropes.

This time, she tied him even tighter, making Zhuge Heping feel suffocated.

"I'm telling you, don't play any tricks again, or you'll be in trouble." Sister Baoer threatened.

Zhuge Heping's heart was filled with helplessness and despair; he knew that he was doomed today.

He could only obey Sister Baoer's orders and hope that she would let him go as soon as possible.

On the journey back to the bamboo forest, Zhuge Heping was always under the care of Sister Baoer.

He tried to escape several times, but was easily caught by Sister Baoer each time.

Every time he was caught, Sister Baoer would give him a small lesson so that he would not dare to try to escape easily again.

Gradually, Zhuge Heping began to feel awe for this strange woman.

He discovered that this seemingly simple woman actually possessed unfathomable strength and wisdom.

On the other side, in the spacious and imposing courtyard of the Zhao family, a carefully prepared family gathering was in full swing.

However, just as everyone was immersed in this warm atmosphere, a sudden creaking sound broke the harmony.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn over, and they saw the heavy door of the Zhao family slowly open, and an inexplicable sense of mystery came over them.

Behind the door, a figure walked out steadily. Seeing this, the smiles on everyone's faces froze instantly, replaced by full of astonishment and confusion.

The person in front of him looked exactly like Zhao Feihong who was standing next to him. Both his tall and straight figure and his temperament in every gesture were exactly the same.

At that moment, the entire courtyard seemed to have been paused. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard clearly.

Zhao Kai, as Zhao Feihong's biological son, was completely stunned at this moment.

His eyes were wide open with disbelief, and his eye sockets were slightly red due to excessive shock.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.

After a long while, he finally found his voice. He first pointed at the man who looked like his father, then quickly turned to his father who was wearing a black mask. With an undisguised tremor and confusion in his voice, he blurted out: "This... How could this happen? What is going on?"

His mind was in a mess and he couldn't understand the strange scene before him.

Mr. Zhao’s friends were also surprised.

The guests around looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise and shock.

They whispered to each other, their eyes full of curiosity and inquiry.

What was originally an ordinary family gathering suddenly became full of weirdness and mystery.

At this time, the real Zhao Feihong wearing a mask stepped forward and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

His voice was steady and powerful, breaking the suffocating silence: "Don't panic, everyone. Let me explain. This is actually the successor of Wudang Mountain, the new generation of Heavenly Master, Wu Fuyou."

When Zhao Kai heard this, he was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

His eyes were full of confusion, and countless questions suddenly popped up in his mind.

He subconsciously took a step forward and asked anxiously, "Tianshi? But how come he looks exactly like father? Father, are you brothers?"

His eyes moved back and forth between Zhao Feihong and Wu Fuyou, trying to find a clue from their faces to solve the mystery in his heart.

Just as Zhao Feihong was about to open his mouth to answer, a dark shadow flashed by like lightning.

Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and Wu Fuyou instantly teleported in front of Zhao Kai and Zhao Feihong.

This sudden action made Zhao Kai subconsciously take several steps back and almost fell to the ground.

His heart was beating so violently that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat, and his face was full of fear.

Wu Fuyou stood still, his eyes fell on Zhao Kai, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile. That smile seemed to hide endless secrets, making it hard to figure out. Then, he slowly spread out his palm, and a ball of purple flame quietly rose in his palm.

The flame was extremely strange, its purple was rich and deep, as if the purest purple pigment in the world was condensed within it, emitting a charming yet dangerous aura.

The edge of the flame flickered with strands of golden arcs, like fleeting lightning in the night sky, and made slight crackling sounds in the purple flame.

Although the voice was small, it was particularly clear in the silent courtyard, as if it was the whisper of a devil.

The flames rose in spirals, constantly changing shape, as if they had life.

Sometimes it is like a blooming flower of hell, with its petals looming in the flames, and each petal sparkling with a mysterious luster, as if containing endless power.

Sometimes it looks like a dancing ribbon, twisting its body lightly, leaving behind illusory light and shadows in the air.

The intense heat wave hits you in the face, making you feel as if you are standing next to a blazing fire, and your skin is burned so hard that it hurts.

However, in this heat wave, there was a strange chill, as if it was a cold wind coming from a thousand-year-old ice cellar, penetrating into the bone marrow, making people shiver involuntarily, feeling as if they were in a world of ice and fire.

That contradictory and wonderful feeling made Zhao Kai's body tremble slightly.

Zhao Kai was frightened by the sudden fire and took a few steps back. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

But soon, he stabilized his body, with a flash of surprise and realization in his eyes. His pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted in a lost voice: "This... This is the Shangqing Purple Flame! How is it possible that you can actually ignite the Shangqing Purple Flame out of thin air!"

Wu Fuyou nodded slightly, the smile on his face getting even more intense, and said, "My talisman is not in vain. He recognized that this was Shangqing Ziyan at a glance. He is not too stupid. He is indeed a descendant of the Zhao family."

After saying this, the flame in his hand disappeared and he raised his head and laughed. His laughter was hearty and heroic, echoing in the courtyard, as if to break through the depressing atmosphere.

As he laughed, his face gradually changed, and the original appearance that was identical to Zhao Feihong gradually faded away.

His facial features began to reassemble themselves, his contours becoming more profound, revealing his true appearance.

The skin on Wu Fuyou's face looked like it had been burned by high-temperature flames for a long time, appearing twisted and charred.

The originally smooth skin became bumpy and full of grooves, as if it were dry and cracked land. Each crack was bottomless, and seemed to hide endless pain and secrets.

Between these cracks, dark red scar tissue was intertwined, like twisted earthworms, crawling freely on his face.

The skin on the scar was tight and shiny, reflecting an eerie light in the dim light, which was chilling.

A large piece of skin on the left half of his cheek, from forehead to chin, was completely glued together, causing his left eye to be severely deformed. His eyelids drooped, and his eyeball bulged outward, hanging lifelessly in the eye socket as if it would fall out at any time.

The surface of the eyeball is covered with bloodshot and turbid, losing the clarity and agility of a normal person's eyes.

The condition of the right half of the face was not much better. The nose was almost completely burned, leaving only two black nostrils, which looked particularly abrupt on the distorted face.

The lips were also incomplete, with the skin and flesh turned outward in some places, revealing the mottled teeth inside, like ruins eroded by time.

Everyone stood there in a daze. The air seemed to freeze. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wu Fuyou's terrifying face, unable to move away at all.

Their eyes were filled with fear and shock, their mouths were wide open, but no sound came out. It seemed that the only thing left in the whole world was Wu Fuyou's creepy face.

Yang Zhihui looked at Wu Fuyou and felt her stomach churning and a strong feeling of nausea rising up her throat.

She subconsciously covered her mouth, but still couldn't hold it back. With a "wow" sound, she vomited everything in her stomach.

Her body was shaking violently and her legs were weak. If there hadn't been someone supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Her eyes widened as if she had seen the most terrifying monster in the world.

Zhao Kai was also frightened. He quietly approached his father, covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered, "Dad, he is so ugly. He doesn't look like a good person."

His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of fear and uneasiness, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he stared at Wu Fuyou closely, fearing that he would do something terrible.

Zhao Feihong felt disdainful when he saw everyone's reaction.

He knew very well that although Wu Fuyou's face was terrifying, he was not as scary as he looked.

He took a step forward without hesitation and slowly took off the black mask on his face with both hands. His movements were gentle but firm.

He took the mask, walked to Wu Fuyou, bowed slightly, handed the mask to him, and said softly: "Master, don't pay attention to these looks."

Then, Zhao Feihong turned to look at Zhao Kai, with unquestionable majesty in his eyes, and whispered: "Kai'er, why don't you apologize to the Heavenly Master quickly."

When Zhao Kai heard his father's order, he was full of reluctance, his lips slightly pursed, his face full of grievance and disdain.

He's just an ugly person, but he has to apologize himself?
Whatever! It was my father's order after all.

Zhao Kai's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He hesitated for a long time before reluctantly moving forward.

Walking up to Wu Fuyou, he lowered his head and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Master, I'm... I'm sorry." There was a hint of unwillingness in his voice.

Wu Fuyou waved his hand gently. Although his face was covered with horrific scars, his eyes were full of gentleness and tolerance. He smiled and said, "It's okay, kid, I don't mind."

His forgiveness instantly resolved the awkward and tense atmosphere.

Then, Wu Fuyou slowly swept his eyes over the crowd, his expression calm and frank, and continued: "A gentleman always judges by his heart rather than his deeds. Appearance is just a shell and is not important at all."

As he was talking, Wu Fuyou's hand stopped on his mask. But seeing these people who still hated him, even the girl who had just vomited, Wu Fuyou put his hand down.

After all, today is just the first meeting and they have a long way to go.

In order to help everyone understand better, he paused and continued, "Just like Pang Tong in the Three Kingdoms period, the name of Phoenix was known to the world. Although he looked ugly, he had great talent. The true value lies in a person's heart, not in his appearance."

While everyone was still immersed in the thoughts brought about by Wu Fuyou's words, a bold guest in the crowd could not help but step forward and bowed to Zhao Feihong, the head of the Zhao family, and asked: "Head, excuse me, why did you specially invite Wu Fuyou to come to our party?"

His face was full of confusion and his eyes were full of curiosity. The people around him also pricked up their ears, wanting to know the reason behind this.

After hearing this, Zhao Feihong's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident smile. His back also straightened up, and he looked even more impressive.

He cleared his throat and said in a loud voice: "Today, I want to show you the world!"

Zhao Feihong's words were loud and clear, echoing in the courtyard. He glanced around, with a bit of pride in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)