Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 28 Harvest: Eliminating the Weeds at the Root
Fang Shu stayed in the Dugu Pavilion, practicing his skills until noon and into the evening, without showing the slightest sign of fatigue.

For the next two days, he showed no abnormality whatsoever compared to usual, as if he had completely forgotten about the matter of killing Cheng Guanzi.

Until this day.

Li Hou'er excitedly found him: "Brother Fang, I have something to tell you! Good news!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu felt a slight ripple in his heart, and he asked with a smile:
"What is it? Did Uncle Li win the lottery?"

"Oh, no way!" Li Hou'er exclaimed, beaming.
"It was Cheng Guanzi from the paper mill. He's dead. He was slaughtered like a dog."

Seeing the astonishment and curiosity on Fang Shu's face, Li Hou'er revealed a satisfied expression and then spoke with even greater enthusiasm:
"To be precise, that guy was more like a pig; he was stabbed to death by the ditch. Good heavens, there was blood everywhere, on the walls and doors. I just got back to check, and it's still not cleaned up."

Fang Shu spoke up:

"Good riddance! Which brave warrior killed him?"

Li Hou'er wore an indifferent expression and spread his hands:
"I don't know. Nobody bothers to investigate. Apart from his nephew, nobody cares who killed him."

These words immediately piqued Fang Shu's curiosity, and he asked calmly:

"I heard that Cheng Guanzi has quite a background, is no one going to do anything about it?"

Li Hou'er looked thoughtful and said:

"There are people in charge of it. But when the Black Tiger Dojo sent people over, they saw that although Cheng Guanzi's body was rotting, his bones were intact and not missing. So they just took Cheng Guanzi's body away and didn't care about it anymore."

Later, it was said that the killer only took Cheng Guanzi's life, without taking his tiger bones, and did not covet the Black Tiger Pavilion's secret skills, thus giving the Black Tiger Pavilion face.

Therefore, the Black Tiger Lodge would most likely give the murderer face and not bother with him, at most helping to look after Cheng Guanzi's nephew.

Li Hou'er clicked his tongue:
"My father said that the man surnamed Cheng was just a lackey after all. He's dead, so what? People die every year in the market."

It's just that this time he died in the market, which is why it had some impact.

But Cheng Guanzi had committed many evil deeds and was very experienced in killing people. The neighbors in Zhifang had no idea how tall or big the killer was or what kind of magic he used.

Why would Black Tiger Lodge and the market town waste so much manpower and resources on investigating a case? At most, they'd put up a bounty.

Li Hou'er was still excitedly muttering to himself:

"I always thought that Cheng Guanzi was all talk and no action, but I never expected him to be such a paper tiger."

Ha, he died just like a dog!

Li Hou'er invited Fang Shu:
"Let's go have some drinks and celebrate. I've been annoyed with that guy for a long time. It's a pity my dad didn't tell me; I only found out when I got back to Zhifang."

Fang Shu's face revealed a perfectly appropriate look of interest.

However, he glanced at the training hall, especially at the young man who was diligently practicing day and night.

So he shook his head and politely declined: "Let's have dinner together in the canteen tonight, I still need to practice my exercises."

Seeing this, Li Hou'er gave up his idea of ​​drinking and slacking off, and he also stayed in the training hall, dawdling over his training.

But this guy just kept talking:
"Cheng Guanzi's nephew seems to be about the same age as you and me. I heard that because of Cheng Guanzi's death, that fellow has gained some favor in the Black Tiger Hall. Right now, he has sworn an oath to practice his skills diligently and vow to avenge Cheng Guanzi."

Li Hou'er muttered irritably:
"When this fellow returned to the market, he looked at us paper mill neighbors with a fierce and menacing gaze, as if we were all his enemies."

He also said things like, "My uncle died because no one opened the door to the paper mill and no one came out to save him," and "You are all accomplices."

Many people are saying that this kid will definitely be a menace when he grows up.

Fang Shu, who was practicing his martial arts, heard these words. He continued practicing with perfect form and smiled in agreement, showing no sign of anything amiss.

However, a sudden thought flashed through his mind, and a trace of killing intent rose up again.

Not long after.

Li Hou'er accompanied Fang Shu through the training for a while, but seeing that Fang Shu seemed to have entered a state of cultivation, he felt bored and went off to chat with disciples from other martial arts schools.

corner.

Fang Shu, with his back to the wall, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze turning cold.

The murderous intent he had been suppressing was now surging and churning.

As Fang Shu practiced his blood circulation technique, he silently recited in his mind:

“The nephew of the thief should also be killed; otherwise, it will be impossible to eliminate his future threat.”

Fueled by this killing intent, the insect-face runes on his body once again appeared ferocious and terrifying, indicating he was in excellent condition.

Fang Shu's thoughts also began to churn.

That is to say, Cheng Guanzi's entire skeleton is indeed a valuable ingredient.

Especially since this fellow has broken through to become a First Tribulation Refining Immortal, and is from the Black Tiger Pavilion, his bones must be imprinted with the Black Tiger Pavilion's secret inscriptions. If Fang Shu were to dismantle his bones and collect them, they could be used as materials for immortal cultivation, or sold to others so that people could study the secret inscriptions on his bones.

The value of its skeleton should be no less than that of its precious blood, and at least equivalent to the value of a magic weapon of the first kalpa!
The reason Fang Shu did not remove the bones was not because he was ignorant of these things, nor because he was wary of this kind of "talent".

He gave up on purpose.

Firstly, bones are inconvenient to carry and can easily lead to problems; secondly, they can only be sold outside the market, which carries risks.

Secondly, as Li Hou'er just mentioned, by not touching the Black Tiger Pavilion's secret text, the possibility of the Black Tiger Pavilion interfering can be greatly reduced.

Now it seems that, just as Fang Shu predicted, the Black Tiger Pavilion only collected Cheng Guanzi's bones and didn't want their secret techniques to be leaked. They had no motivation to investigate the real culprit.

That would have been the end of Cheng Guanzi's affair.

But now it seems there is still a slight omission in this matter—that is, Cheng Guanzi's nephew.

Fang Shu pondered this in his heart.

No problem, we can fix this shortcoming.

As he pondered, the idea of ​​eliminating the threat completely settled in Fang Shu's mind.

He didn't want to create future troubles for himself and his second uncle just because of a moment of pity!

………………

Although the murderous intent arose again, Fang Shu did not act hastily.

Just like last time, he began to quietly wait for the right opportunity.

During the waiting period.

After confirming that the items on Cheng Guanzi's body would not attract attention, Fang Shu took them out of the pawnshop in batches.

The man's valuables consisted of three parts: nearly a thousand loose coins, a large gold chain, and a large gold chain.

Fang Shu had only vaguely heard of the large gold chain.

It served both as a facade and a way for powerful figures in the market to display their status, and as a means for them to sell their wares for money when they fled.

This is because the large gold chain is covered in gold on the outside, but its inside is made of spirit stones.

Spirit stones are precious, while gold has a fine texture. It is not only a material for refining weapons, but also can isolate and seal spiritual energy. The two are an excellent match and are easy to sell, so they can be used directly as money.

The large gold chain on this jar weighed a full two ounces and seven qian. When it was cut open, it was indeed filled with spirit stones!
This windfall gave Fang Shu a new tuition fee, allowing him to continue his cultivation at the Dugu Pavilion for another three months.

As for the third part, it was a black ticket.

Out of caution, Fang Shu has not yet used the black notes. He only inquired about them and found that they were not anonymous talisman notes, but storage notes from a pawnshop.

Without much thought, the value contained in this item is likely to be greater than the former two, which makes Fang Shu very much looking forward to it.

And as he was making plans.

Just as they were about to retrieve the black ticket and then take Cheng Guanzi's nephew's life, unexpected news arrived.

This day.

Li Hou'er came running again, full of excitement:

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, that scoundrel Cheng Xiaoguanzi is dead too!"

Fang Shu was taken aback.

Li Hou'er said with great interest:
"Hahaha, that guy drowned in the ditch at night."

No one saw how he died, but everyone said he was drunk and fell to his death.

"Who knows, maybe his uncle missed him and took him with him."

This news truly shocked Fang Shu.

He never expected that Cheng Xiaoguanzi would die so suddenly.

After Li Hou'er left, Fang Shu slowly exhaled, and the murderous intent in his heart dissipated.

But as his murderous intent dissipated, a sense of alarm also arose in his heart.

Fang Shu suddenly thought of his second uncle's words—

An open mouth dissipates one's spirit, and a moving tongue breeds trouble.

(End of this chapter)