Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 55 You Don't Deserve It! Bullying the Elderly! (4.3 thousand words)
Manager Xiao Hu was stunned: "What did you say?"

All eyes were on Fang Shu's face, including those of many of the nearby servants.

Fang Shu smiled.

"Don't you understand?" He looked at the steward, Xiao Hu, and said clearly, word by word:
"To put it bluntly, you, surnamed Xiao, are you the current owner of the Burnt Tail Pavilion?"

In an instant, the depths of the hall fell silent.

All the servants raised their heads and stared at them with wide eyes.

Now, Xiao Hu, the manager, heard it clearly.

The other person's face froze, their eyes instantly changing, staring at Fang Shu with uncontrollable rage, and exclaimed, "You, what do you mean by this?!"

To everyone's surprise, Fang Shu's smile remained unchanged despite the anger of the steward Xiao Hu, and he continued:

"Still don't understand?"

After a pause, Fang Shu added:

"In other words, do you think you're qualified to overstep your bounds and communicate with my master? Do you think you're qualified to let me, Fang, engage in magical duels with your disciples for your amusement?"

As he spoke, Fang Shu glanced around.

His gaze swept across the faces of the female Taoist Xiao Lili, the male Ling Baiquan, Yin Xiaojian, and the group of servants, as if he were also questioning them.

In the arena, the female Taoist Xiao Lili's expression changed. She pursed her lips, wanting to speak up for her father on the spot.

However, Fang Shu's question hit the nail on the head. Her father, Xiao Hu, was just a manager in the academy and had no right to overstep his bounds and interfere with the affairs between the two academy owners.

As for the white dog and Yin Xiaojian.

The former frowned slightly, silently observing Fang Shu; the latter was in a daze, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Yin Xiaojian couldn't understand how anyone dared to speak to Steward Xiao Hu like that in the hall!
"Oh." Fang Shu calmly withdrew his gaze from the faces of the people around him.

He said it casually:
"It seems that Manager Xiao is indeed unworthy."

Now, Xiao Hu, the steward who was trying to suppress his anger and weigh the pros and cons, could no longer contain himself after being humiliated like this for the first time in ten years.

"You brat!" The other party roared in anger, a surge of resentment rising within him.

"I am not worthy, and you are not worthy to take my lead-strength technique!"

He laughed angrily and crushed Fang Shu's application for official appointment into pieces, many of which flew to the ground.

As the steward Xiao Hu roared, his aura surged, his imposing presence like that of a roaring tiger, making the ears of those around him ache.

Especially the servants and Yin Xiaojian, they were so frightened that their legs trembled on the spot.

However, Fang Shu remained firmly standing in the center of the field, only a zhang away from his opponent.

Fang Shu stared intently at the fragments of the name card on the ground, his eyes momentarily widening in astonishment before turning completely cold.

He was not afraid of the opponent's two-zhang-high aura of blood and qi, and his eyes were even filled with a strong sense of eagerness.

It should be known that in the realm of refining essence into an immortal, the emphasis is on "human" rather than "immortal," but there is a saying that a fist fears the young and strong.

Moreover, after his first attempt to become an apprentice failed, Fang Shu learned about Xiao Hu's background from his second uncle, Yu Le.

This fellow was seriously injured when he was young, which happened to be when he was working for the owner of the Burning Tail Pavilion. As a result, he was rewarded with a precious medicine, which allowed him to transcend tribulation and become a second-level human immortal. He was then raised in the pavilion.

Such a person is not young, has suffered serious injuries, has risen to the top by taking drugs, and has been living a life of luxury for many years, relying solely on past achievements to become a second-stage refinement immortal.

It was Fang Shu's divinely bestowed testing stone that allowed him to properly examine the gap between himself and a Second Tribulation Human Immortal.

On the contrary, the adopted son of the other party—"your nephew"—is someone who is young and impetuous, and should be avoided.

Fists may bully the old, but not the young!

"You old bastard, first you discarded my uncle's letter, and now you've destroyed my teacher's name card!"

A surge of emotion filled Fang Shu's heart.

call!
He exhaled a sigh of frustration, untied his outer robe, revealing a training robe from the Dugu Sect, and his blood and qi surged.

"If I respect you, you are an elder; if I disrespect you, you are nothing but an old dog!"

Fang Shu threw his coat on the ground, faced the steward Xiao Hu, and shouted with laughter, trying to gain the upper hand first:

“Old dog, you have repeatedly made things difficult for me, and even stole the spirit stones that I brought to become your disciple, tricking me into doing menial work. You have completely disregarded the fact that my second uncle, Yu Le, was also a disciple of the Shaowei Hall back then, and you called him your fellow disciple.”

Today, in full view of everyone, they even destroyed my master's name card and insulted my school!

Swish!
Upon hearing Fang Shu's shout, everyone's gaze immediately fell on the hands of the steward, Xiao Hu, especially on the female Taoist, Xiao Lili, whose face turned grim and worried.

Even Xiao Hu, the manager, heard Fang Shu's scolding. He didn't take the first part of Fang Shu's words seriously, but Fang Shu's last sentence made him freeze and look at his hand.

This guy realized that he hadn't destroyed ordinary recommendation letters he usually received, nor even Yu Lao Er's flattering letters, but rather a museum-level famous letter!
A hint of regret and hesitation immediately appeared in the eyes of the steward, Xiao Hu, leaving him speechless for a moment.

"It's a misunderstanding!" At this moment, the female Taoist Xiao Lili finally spoke, quickly stepping forward to smooth things over:
"Fellow Daoist Fang, this is a misunderstanding!"

But then—smack!

Fang Shu didn't care about misunderstandings.

A wisp of vital energy, over ten feet long, coiled around his body like a python and rose rapidly, towering and roaring, attracting everyone's attention.

"It's tolerable, but it's unbearable!"

Fang Shu stared coldly at the woman and said:
"If your esteemed academy's owner were present, would he tolerate such unrighteous, disloyal, and unjust individuals?"

Upon hearing this, the female Taoist Xiao Lili looked flustered and didn't know what to say, but she still stood in front of Fang Shu, trying to calm things down.

But in response, Fang Shu suddenly moved, extended five fingers, and pushed towards her cheek:

"roll!"

Xiao Lili turned pale and quickly circulated her internal energy, trying to avoid it.

Although she was also a first-stage human immortal and was about to break through to the second stage, her movements were slow and hesitant, and Fang Shu showed no sign of showing mercy.

The woman couldn't dodge in time and was about to be slapped across the face by Fang Shu.

This scene made everyone around stare wide-eyed; they never expected Fang Shu to actually dare to do it!
Fortunately, the steward Xiao Hu was nearby. He suddenly pulled Xiao Lili away and used his palm to block Fang Shu's attack, allowing Xiao Lili to retreat to the side and avoid being slapped in the face.

boom!
Manager Xiao Hu also grunted, having suffered a minor loss.

Seeing this, Fang Shu pressed his advantage, taking a step forward to seize the central palace. The veins on his arms bulged, and streams of purplish-black blood coiled around his wrists like snakes.

His low growl was like thunder: "Want to test my mettle? Let's see how many teeth you old dog have left!"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Shu's fist flew out like a cannon, and two purple shadows went straight for Xiao Hu's chest.

The steward, Xiao Hu, glared angrily, his palms flared, and he immediately charged forward head-on.

Thump!

Fists and palms clashed, the two men clashed head-on, their blood and qi collided, their strength scattering, and each was knocked back several steps.

Manager Xiao Hu's face turned several shades paler.

Fang Shu felt a sweet taste in his throat, his blood and qi were in turmoil, and a few drops of purple blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, Fang Shu was not afraid but laughed. His eyes were burning, and his blood and qi surged more and more. He pounced on Xiao Hu again like a ghost.

In an instant, a strong wind howled deep within the hall, and the onlookers felt dizzy.

The female Taoist Xiao Lili's face was tense. She wanted to intervene, but seeing that the two were locked in a fierce battle, she had no way to get involved.

Fighting is easy, resolving conflict is difficult!

Xiao Lili immediately turned her gaze to Ling Baiquan beside her and said urgently, "Senior Brother Ling! Please calm this matter down."

To everyone's surprise, the white dog hesitated upon hearing this, saying, "This..."

His eyes were not on Xiao Lili, but on the fragments of the name card on the ground.

Xiao Lili immediately understood what the other party meant.

Fang Shu's actions today were justified and out of necessity; it was purely her father, Xiao Hu, who was asking for trouble.

Even if today's matter is over, the owner of the Burning Tail Hall will probably punish her father again to quell the dispute between the two halls. Seeing Xiao Lili's anxious expression, the white dog narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Don't worry, the two of them are still holding their own and haven't used magic to fight yet."

Xiao Lili looked closely and saw that Fang Shu and Xiao Hu were only exchanging blows and fighting each other with their blood and qi, without using any killing techniques.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the lobby, every punch landed with a resounding thud, like muffled thunder.

Xiao Hu became increasingly hesitant and restrained as the fight progressed.

This guy's hands hurt, his feet hurt, and his chest hurt; he felt like his body was about to fall apart.

On the other hand, Fang Shu was getting more and more into the fight, unleashing a torrent of techniques from insect martial arts to lead martial arts, using Xiao Hu as a living punching bag.

But only a hundred breaths.

Manager Xiao Hu's two-zhang-high aura was almost dissipated by Fang Shu's attack. He was now relying on his last bit of willpower to hold on, intending to wear Fang Shu down.

Suddenly, Fang Shu looked at Xiao Hu, who was standing close by, and grinned maliciously, opening his mouth.

"puff!"

His mouthful of purple blood transformed into a poisoned arrow, hurtling straight at Xiao Hu's face.

The sight of this mouthful of purple blood surprised and puzzled those around, who thought that Fang Shu was about to lose his strength.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Hu looked shocked and quickly dodged.

He concealed his facial features, then turned his body around like a counterattack, letting the hair behind his head swirl to disperse the spurt of blood.

Then, a series of sizzling sounds came from the back of Xiao Hu's head, and wisps of blue smoke were rising from his disheveled hair.

"What poisonous blood!" the steward Xiao Hu exclaimed in surprise.

The man immediately circulated his qi and blood to protect his skin and flesh.

Fang Shu seized the opportunity and unleashed three heavy punches in quick succession.

With his first punch, he knocked Xiao Hu's arms away;
With his second punch, he smashed Xiao Hu's chest, causing it to cave in half an inch.

With his third punch, Fang Shu changed his fist into an elbow and lashed out at his opponent's cheek like a whip!
Xiao Hu's eyes bulged as he took two punches.

This fellow had no choice but to abandon defense and launch an attack, his hand clamping down on Fang Shu's third elbow like an iron clamp.

The other hand touched Fang Shu's shoulder and neck, trying to dislocate Fang Shu's arm, or even cut off Fang Shu's blood and qi, causing him to faint.

"boom!"

The two were locked in a fierce, close-quarters battle, their muscles bulging, their bones cracking and popping, their blood and qi tangled together like a furnace, baking the surroundings.

Even the servants in the distance felt their faces burning.

Fang Shu tried to break free and attack again, punching his opponent. But Xiao Hu held on tightly, refusing to let go.

It turns out that this guy has realized the reality and is now changing his strategy, wanting to forcefully suppress Fang Shu by relying on the strength of his blood and qi and his second tribulation cultivation.

Otherwise, if they continue fighting like this, either the two of them will have to use magic and their lives will be uncertain, or he will be used as a target by Fang Shu and beaten to death on the spot.

Fang Shu, while being entangled in a fight with the old man, discerned his opponent's intentions. But he was not afraid at all, and immediately pressed down with his elbow, aiming straight for Xiao Hu's throat.

The two remained deadlocked, and everyone around them watched intently.

Yin Xiaojian stared blankly at Fang Shu, her face full of disbelief. The female Taoist, Xiao Lili, stared intently at her father, Xiao Hu, without moving.

As for the white dog, it frowned as it sized up Fang Shu, a hint of unease and hesitation in its eyes.

Thirty breaths later.

Of the two, Xiao Hu had bulging veins on the side of his neck and his face was purple.

His throat gurgled, as if he was trying to say something, but he couldn't get his blood and energy up in time, and his fist stance became slightly loose.

Fang Shu, though at a lower level, was also nearing the end of his life force.

But then his eyes lit up, and he suddenly seized the opportunity presented by his opponent's old age, weakness, and lack of strength, and his muscles trembled violently like a python.

With a tremor, Xiao Hu's fist stance was wide open and completely collapsed.

The opponent roared in resentment, but his knees buckled, and he was powerless to turn the tide. His vision went black as he was overpowered by Fang Shu.

Bang bang bang!
Fang Shu's punches and kicks rained down like a torrent, slamming onto the ground.

puff!
With his vision blurred, the steward Xiao Hu suffered internal injuries from the beating, spitting out a mouthful of blood and finally letting out a miserable scream: "Ah!"

This scene made it impossible for Xiao Lili to restrain herself any longer.

She gritted her teeth, wanting to step forward to stop the fight, but was pulled back by Ling Baiquan.

The white dog's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "Lili, don't let your uncle lose both face and reputation."

This made Xiao Lili pause, her face showing hesitation.

In the field.

The steward, Xiao Hu, screamed and fell to his knees.

Fang Shu bowed, clasped his hands behind his head, and sneered.

Without hesitation, he swept his foot down and stomped down hard, crushing the ankle and leg bone!
"Snap—Ah!"

The sound of bone cracking was heard; the entire right leg was broken.

Amidst screams, Xiao Hu, his hair disheveled, finally lost consciousness as his vital energy dissipated, his arms drooping, revealing a helpless state.

The female Taoist priest Xiao Lili could no longer hold back and cried out, "Father!"

With red eyes, she broke free from Ling Baiquan's arm and lunged forward.

Upon seeing this, Fang Shu retreated swiftly like a monkey, distancing himself from the woman and watching her warily.

Seeing that although the woman's blood and qi were surging, she did not attack him, Fang Shu slowly withdrew his stance and regulated his breathing.

In silence.

As the residual warmth of Fang Shu's blood and qi spread, his sweat finally dissipated, steaming like mist for a moment.

Amidst swirling white mist.

He walked back to the center of the field as if no one else was there, without even glancing at the father and daughter surnamed Xiao.

Fang Shu picked up his coat and rolled up his sleeves to gather all the name card fragments on the ground, hiding them in his bosom.

"Farewell."

He put on his coat, his steps still steady, covering his sweat-drenched training robe, and prepared to leave.

"Ahem, wait a minute."

Just then, a weak voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Fang Shu steadied himself.

Deep inside the main hall, there stood the steward, Xiao Hu, struggling to lift his eyelids, his chest heaving violently.

This fellow only fainted for a moment before waking up again; he truly deserves to be called a Second Tribulation Immortal.

He held his daughter's hands and spoke with difficulty:

"Lili, bring me the Lead-Based Marrow Refining Manual..."

After he finished speaking, the man's head tilted to the side, and he closed his eyes again, seemingly unconscious.

Xiao Lili was stunned, and even the white dog raised its eyebrows slightly.

As for the servants around them, a commotion arose. They stared in astonishment at Fang Shu, who had his back turned, and excitedly discussed among themselves:
"What is this person doing here? He's incredibly fierce!"

Amidst the clamor of voices, the roof of the main hall of the Burning Tail Pavilion seemed about to be ripped off.

Only the toad-like boy, Yin Xiaojian, stared blankly at Fang Shu, speechless, unable to recover for a long time, as if he didn't recognize this person at all.

(End of this chapter)