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Chapter 226 Master Han's Fear
"Senior brother..."

Zhang Fuyun looked up at the young man in the black robe who seemed to float in the air like a god descending to earth. Upon hearing the other man's calm words, his eyes immediately reddened.

His senior continued to protect him as always.

Followed by.

Zhang Fuyun then noticed that his senior brother's raised hand moved slightly with his five fingers, as if pulling on an invisible thread.

The next second, the two grandmasters sent by the Zhao family suddenly turned against each other and began to kill one another.

"?!"

Both the scarred man and the bald man were horrified, completely out of control, and attacked each other with deadly force.

What terrified them even more was that they were completely unprepared and went straight for the opponent's vitals.

Bang!Bang!
Two muffled thuds, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking.

Scarface slapped the bald man on the forehead, and the latter punched Scarface in the chest—both fell backward at the same time, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died on the spot!
The patrol officers were in a panic, but they couldn't escape their fate either; they pointed their guns at their colleagues and pulled the triggers.

A series of loud crackling sounds followed.

All of these dozen or so people died.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, leaving Zhang Fuyun panting heavily, staring in shock at the scene before him.

He knew in his heart that this was his senior brother's magic.

Zhang Fuyun was no stranger to this.

This is because it is precisely the unique string-playing technique of the "Puppet Hall" and "Shadow Puppet Hall" within his "Ten Thousand Laws Harmony Dao Sect"...

Control the entire field and manipulate the enemy at will.

A look of admiration flashed in Zhang Fuyun's eyes.

He secretly made up his mind that he must learn this spell so that he could be as powerful as his senior brother in the future.

thump!
After the crisis was over, Zhang Fuyun breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Wang Xi slowly descended from mid-air and walked to his side: "Fuyun, are you alright?"

"Thank you, senior brother."

Zhang Fuyun forced a smile, her face pale: "I'm fine, just a minor injury."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt dizzy and his body swayed. He was about to collapse and lose consciousness.

Wang Xi grabbed Zhang Fuyun's shoulder and shook his head with a smile: "Showing off."

Before he finished speaking, he brought his index and middle fingers together, and a warm, emerald-green halo appeared at the tips of his fingers. He then made a hand seal and lightly tapped the air.

"Like a spring breeze and rain, nourishing both the withered and the flourishing."

This is a Deep Blue Healing Skill Card, "Spring Breeze and Rain Technique," that Wang Xi found in his unused card deck.

As he chanted in a deep voice, countless fine, hair-like, luminous green water droplets suddenly condensed in the void, drizzling down like the gentlest rain of early spring, lightly sprinkling onto Zhang Fuyun.

A magical scene happened.

Those shocking wounds, whether they were bruises on the chest from the force of a punch or deep knife wounds on the arms that revealed the bone, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the influence of the green rain.

New granulation tissue grows and worms, the cracked skin closes up, scabs over, and falls off, leaving only faint pink new marks.

The churning blood and qi and damaged meridians in Zhang Fuyun's body were soothed by a cool and vibrant power. The intense pain receded like a tide, leaving only the fatigue and weakness caused by the excessive consumption of magical power and physical strength.

"Cough... Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Zhang Fuyun felt the changes in his body, took a few deep breaths before he could barely stand up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Senior brother's attainments in both martial arts and esoteric cultivation are unfathomable, which truly makes junior brother feel ashamed."

He thought about how his own hard work and cultivation over the past few months at the Wanfa Hedao Sect seemed so insignificant compared to the spells his senior brother could conjure up so easily.

Wang Xi withdrew his magic spell, the emerald light dissipated, and his expression remained calm: "Fu Yun, do not underestimate yourself. You have your own fortune and destiny, and your talent and aptitude are by no means inferior to anyone else's."

"Be down-to-earth and persevering, and your future achievements may not be inferior to mine. Remember, what you should become is a towering and upright man, not a shadow following behind someone else."

These words were like a shot of adrenaline to Zhang Fuyun's heart. His senior brother not only saved his life but also believed in his potential, encouraging him like a brother.

The dejection in Zhang Fuyun's heart was instantly replaced by a surge of heroic spirit. He nodded vigorously, his voice weak but filled with unprecedented determination: "Thank you for your teachings, Senior Brother. I will never forget them... I will live up to your expectations and strive to cultivate to become a true powerhouse!"

"Very good." Wang Xi's gaze swept over him. "Can you walk now?"

Zhang Fuyun gritted his teeth and moved his newly healed hands and feet: "It's nothing serious, just a little weak... Senior brother, where are we going?"

“Go to the Zhao family.” Wang Xi’s answer was concise.

"The Zhao family?" Zhang Fuyun was taken aback. "What are you going there for?"

He had just killed Zhao Yongli, the eldest son of the Zhao family, and was being chased here by the Zhao family. Now his senior brother wanted to take him back.
"Remove the demon."

Wang Xi said calmly.

Seeing Zhang Fuyun's puzzled expression, he added:

"The Zhao family was originally a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but the number of people they saved could not keep up with the number of people they harmed... The head of the family, Zhao Xingwei, secretly hunted down the disciples of the Five Immortals family, intending to refine the 'Five Immortals Pill' in order to achieve immortality. He also secretly funded the lawless 'Five Lakes Hermits' group of scoundrels. They have done all sorts of bad things and committed heinous crimes."

“These demons disguised in human skin should be eliminated.”

"Exorcising demons?!" Zhang Fuyun's pupils contracted, and then a surge of vengeful pleasure and excitement at following his senior brother instantly dispelled his weakness.

The Zhao family owes him far more than just a life.

Now that his senior brother is willing to settle scores with overwhelming force, how could he not join in this grand undertaking? Even if his legs are broken, he will crawl to witness it with his own eyes!

"Alright! I'll go!" Zhang Fuyun's eyes blazed with fury as he gritted his teeth and straightened his back. "Senior brother is fighting demons and upholding justice; I should do my part!"

...

...

Fountain City, west of the city.

The Zhao Mansion, situated beside a bustling main road, boasts a spacious entrance, high walls, and deep courtyards, exuding an extraordinary grandeur.

A black plaque with gold lettering reading "Zhao Mansion" hangs above the vermilion gate, while two ferocious stone lions in front of the gate signify the owner's power.

However, an unusually tense atmosphere permeated the Zhao residence at this moment. After the assassination attempt by Zhang Fuyun, Zhao Xingwei was furious and terrified, and his defense level was raised several times over.

Outside the high walls, sentry posts, both visible and hidden, are everywhere.

Teams of thugs dressed in uniform gray outfits, their waists bulging with weapons, patrolled back and forth, their eyes wary as they scanned every corner.

Inside the main gate and at several key corners, there were even soldiers in black eel uniforms, armed with guns, standing guard.

Clearly, the Zhao family paid an unimaginable price to bribe the garrison commander and treat the regular army as their own bodyguards.

Several internal martial arts masters with bulging temples and steady breathing were also mixed in.

As Zhang Fuyun approached Wang Xi, he saw the scene across the street and his heart tightened.

With such tight security, even if he were in his prime, let alone his current poor condition, it would be incredibly difficult for him to sneak in.

He looked at Wang Xi nervously: "Senior brother, how do we get in..."

Before he could finish speaking, he froze.

Wang Xi took a step forward, his body rising from the ground as if walking on flat ground, and ascended into the air.

The hem of her long black gown fluttered in the wind, and she was about to leap over the high wall and head over the Zhao family's residence.

Her graceful figure was like that of an immortal.

"Senior brother, I..." Zhang Fuyun was dumbfounded, jumping up and down in a panic, and said in a low voice, "I can't fly!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xi turned around and glanced at him indifferently, with a hint of "I knew it would happen" in his expression, before gently waving his sleeve.

—"The Dance of Fish and Dragons in the Sleeves"

An irresistible yet exceptionally gentle invisible force instantly enveloped and lifted Zhang Fuyun.

He felt his feet suddenly give way, and his whole body floated up from the ground, carried by that force, hovering steadily about ten feet behind Wang Xi.

The robes fluttered in the wind high above.

The two of them soared through the air, standing majestically above the Zhao residence.

At this moment, Wang Xi spoke:
"Zhao Xingwei, come out and face your death."

His tone was calm, but his voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the Zhao family mansion.

This instantly ignited the entire neighborhood.

"Look! There are people in the sky!"

"immortal?"

"Good heavens, it's floating in mid-air!"

"Are they targeting the Zhao family?"

"Did the Zhao family offend a deity? It's all over, karma is coming..."

Many passersby, vendors, nearby residents, and even people from the windows of distant attics peered out, watching the two figures in the air with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

The immense noise naturally reached the inner courtyard of the mansion. Zhao Xingwei, who was in the mourning hall, overwhelmed with grief and indignation in front of his eldest son's coffin, suddenly shuddered.

"What's going on outside?!"

The servants scrambled in, knelt down, and said:

"Master! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong with it?" Zhao Xingwei rebuked angrily.

"The villain who killed the young master, and...and there's also a deity in a black coat...flew...flew up to the sky! Right...right above our heads!"

The servant was so frightened that he could barely speak.

Zhao Xingwei was taken aback at first.

Immediately, the prayer beads in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his old face turned deathly pale, fear overshadowing his sorrow:

"what?!"

A chill instantly shot from my spine straight to my head.

He immediately realized that this must be the real reliance of the thugs, perhaps the so-called "master from the same school"!
It actually possesses the ability to fly and burrow underground!
In a panic, Zhao Xingwei grabbed a servant: "Quick! Call Master Han! Tell him that if he doesn't come soon, my Zhao family will be ruined!"

The voices changed pitch.

The thugs and Black Eel Army soldiers on the walls of the Zhao residence had already noticed the strange phenomenon above their heads and were utterly horrified.

Some people instinctively reached for their guns, but were sternly stopped by the leading officer, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Dare to raise a gun against an "immortal"?
Crazy!

They could only grip their guns tightly, staring intently at the sky, too afraid to move. Among the crowd watching from the street corner were several figures with restrained auras and sharp eyes.

It was the elder of the Five Immortals family who rushed over after hearing the news.

Several seemingly ordinary old men and women.

They looked at Wang Xi and Zhang Fuyun in the air with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

"Brother Liu, how is it?" an elderly man with a goatee asked in a low voice. "Should we make a move?"

“That young man in black saved your Xunyan, and my Hu Lang also owes him a debt of gratitude.”

The elder of the Liu family was a bald old man. He squinted at the calm figure in the air and pondered for a moment: "Let's take another look."

"This young friend seems extraordinary. He possesses abundant 'yin virtue,' and his aura is unfathomable... If things go wrong, we will risk divine retribution to help him and kill that old bastard Zhao Xingwei."

As the elder of the Liu family spoke, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, indicating that he had prepared for the worst.

After a brief delay, the tightly closed vermilion gates of the Zhao residence finally opened slowly amidst a sense of trepidation.

Dressed in plain mourning clothes, Zhao Xingwei tried to remain calm, but the undisguised terror in his eyes betrayed him.

Surrounded by a group of Zhao family members, thugs, and soldiers who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, he walked shakily to the center of the courtyard.

He dared not go out, and looked at the two figures in the air through the courtyard wall, forcing out the most respectful expression he had ever shown, bowing deeply, his voice filled with deliberate grief and grievance:

"My lord, I am Zhao Xingwei. I have no idea where I have offended you. My son... my son's body is not yet cold!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Fuyun, tears streaming down his face.

"It's him! It's this villain who cruelly murdered my son Yongli! Just because he's a cultivator, does he think he can bully the weak and disregard the law? Trampling on the lives of us mortals like weeds? I beg the immortal to see the truth and do justice for this old man..."

He loudly proclaimed his innocence, each word piercing the heart, intending to occupy the moral high ground, hoping to arouse the sympathy of onlookers and the indignation of soldiers, while also buying time to await reinforcements.

Wang Xi looked down at Zhao Xingwei, who was putting on an act in the courtyard, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He knew, of course, that the other party was stalling for time.

But it doesn't matter.

Because Wang Xi was also waiting, waiting for the true ruler of Fengdeng City to appear.

Just as Zhao Xingwei's cries subsided and the atmosphere became as tense as if frozen, a rapid, ear-piercing sound of tires screeching came from afar.

beep-

The shrill sound of a horn broke the oppressive atmosphere.

The crowd was roughly parted, and a convoy of several military jeeps forcefully pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of the Zhao residence.

With a few loud bangs, the car door suddenly opened, and dozens of heavily armed and menacing Black Eel Army soldiers jumped out.

These soldiers quickly secured the perimeter, cleared the area, and pointed their cold gun barrels straight at the sky.

A tall, middle-aged military officer in a crisp uniform with a sinister and cold face stepped out of the lead jeep. He was none other than the formidable Master Han!
Beside him was a young scholar in flowing robes, exuding an extraordinary air; this was none other than his advisor, Li Qingke.

Master Han glanced at the two people in the air, then saw Zhao Xingwei putting on airs in the courtyard, and his face flushed with anger.

He said in a deep voice:

"Who are you, cultivator, and how dare you cause trouble here?"

"Breaking into private homes, threatening innocent people in public, and even condoning murderers to carry out assassinations... What do they think of the orders of our country's military and law?"

"Get out of here right now! Otherwise, don't blame the guns for being indiscriminate!"

The soldiers behind him pulled back their bolts with a clatter, and the dark muzzles of their guns all rose upwards.

Faced with the threat of fire, Wang Xi's expression remained unchanged. He even ignored the gun barrels pointed at him, his gaze fixed directly on Master Han. His voice, calm yet crystal clear, reached the ears of every onlooker, carrying an undeniable air of judgment:
"Fourth Master Han? You've been raising vicious dogs and letting demons devour people for years without a care. You dare to utter the word 'goodness'?"

Wang Xi paused slightly.

"Today, I wield the sword of justice, upholding the principles of heaven and earth, to slay this demon. This is the righteous path. If you stubbornly side with him and aid and abet his evil deeds, I advise you: those who commit many injustices will surely perish!"

As he was about to leave, Master Han's face turned grim.

"Insanity!"

He was publicly reprimanded by Wang Xi and lost face.

Before he could reprimand him, Wang Xi stopped looking at him.

From the sky, the young man in the long black robe waved his sleeve at Zhao Xingwei, who was slightly pleased by the arrival of Master Han in the courtyard of the Zhao residence.

"The dragon is coming."

As the incantation was activated, an invisible force descended.

Within Wang Xi's sleeves, it was as if an abyss had opened, and a colossal phantom of a dragon, formed from deep, dark light, roared forth—

Its agile and nimble movements disregarded spatial distance, and it darted to Zhao Xingwei in an instant.

"Ah!" Zhao Xingwei's ecstatic joy instantly turned into a scream of extreme terror. "Help! Fourth Master, save me!"

But his voice abruptly stopped.

The dark dragon pounced and coiled, binding the powerful and wealthy man tightly as if binding an ant.

Amidst countless horrified gazes, they forcibly pulled him into the air, suspending him in front of Wang Xi.

"Father!"

"master!"

A chorus of screams and cries erupted from the Zhao residence.

"Fire! Fire now!!"

When Master Han saw Wang Xi arrest Zhao Xingwei right in front of him, he was filled with shock and anger. His face had been completely trampled underfoot. He no longer cared about the other party's status as a cultivator and roared angrily for an order.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

In an instant, gunfire erupted!

Dozens of tongues of fire spewed from the ground, and the dense rain of bullets, like a steel storm, hurtled towards the young man in the black coat in the air with a shrill shriek.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Zhang Fuyun's expression changed slightly.

Wang Xi shook his head.

His sleeves merely brushed lightly across his body once more, instantly creating an invisible giant net in the void.

The bullets that swarmed in like locusts suddenly veered off course when they were about a distance from Wang Xizhang. They collided with each other in mid-air, flew sideways, and even strangely arced back.

Plop, plop!
"what!"

"Ah!"

A series of screams and muffled thuds followed, and people and horses below fell to the ground.

The Black Eel Army soldiers were thrown into chaos, their cries of pain filling the air. None of the bullets fired at Wang Xi managed to get close.

Master Han was stunned, his face turning extremely ugly.

The time for execution has come.

Wang Xi stopped looking at the chaos below and fixed his deep gaze on Zhao Xingwei, who was bound by the black dragon and was struggling frantically in the air, his face turning purple from suffocation and fear.

"Zhao Xingwei—"

His voice was gentle yet resonant.

"Hunting living beings to refine elixirs, practicing such heaven-defying and evil arts, goes against human ethics and the way of heaven, and deserves to die."

He raised his right hand as if to make a sword gesture with his fingers.

Clang——

A clear and resounding sword cry reverberated through the sky.

A three-foot-long flying sword, deep red like blood and exuding a chilling killing intent and a sinister aura, appeared to float above Wang Xi's head.

—"Ode to the God of Shadows: Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood"

Wang Xi raised his hand and made a sweeping motion.

The blood-red flying sword then transformed into a streak of deep red lightning that tore through the sky.

"No!!" Zhao Xingwei let out a final, desperate, and heart-wrenching scream.

scoff!

A flash of blood disappeared in an instant.

The crimson flying sword precisely grazed Zhao Xingwei's neck.

A head was instantly severed from the body, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the large, broken neck.

The illusory image of the dark dragon dissipated.

The headless corpse and the unseeing head fell straight down, like two tattered rags, one large and one small, onto the bluestone floor of the Zhao family courtyard, under the horrified gazes below.

The blood spread rapidly, forming a shocking pool of blood.

All sounds are silent.

All the noise, fear, and discussion disappeared.

Master Han stiffly turned his head, looking at Zhao Xingwei's filthy corpse, then at the black-clad youth in the air who had sheathed his blood sword and whose expression remained indifferent. An unprecedented shock and anger gripped him.

He subconsciously looked at his reliance—Li Qingke, who was always quick-witted and also a cultivator—"Mr. Li, please help me capture him..."

But Master Han soon fell silent.

Because he saw that the unfathomable Young Master Li was slowly shaking his head.

Li Qingke straightened his scholar's robe, looked at Wang Xi with a complicated expression, and then, in front of Master Han and all the terrified people below, bowed deeply to Wang Xi in the air:
"Young Master Wang..."

Li Qingke's voice was clear and calm, filled with emotion.

"I was blind before and never imagined that you, young master, would be so talented. You have soared into the sky like a dragon and leaped over the deep pool with such a magnificent presence... Congratulations!"

Wang Xi nodded slightly to Li Qingke from the air: "I will remember your kindness in guiding me, Young Master Li."

His tone was calm, which was a gesture of thanks.

Li Qingke nodded, then looked at the pale-faced Fourth Master Han beside him: "Fourth Master, I am deeply grateful for your hospitality. However, our paths diverge, and we cannot work together. I have fulfilled my duty and will take my leave now. General, please take care."

Having said that, he ignored Master Han and bowed to Wang Xi again before turning away gracefully.

This series of unexpected events happened so fast that Han Siye's mind went blank.

Watching Li Qingke's disappearing figure, and then looking at the young man in the black robe in the air, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The so-called overwhelming power is utterly insignificant in the face of such transcendent cultivators.

(End of this chapter)