From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Before Fang Qing's barrage of gunfire clashed with Zheng Shanhe's fist, a streak of azure sword light tore through the air, carrying unparalleled pressure, and struck Zheng Shanhe's fist with tremendous force!

At the same time, a clear and melodious voice came from within the sword light:

"Zheng Shanhe, whose household are you going to clean up?"

The once aggressive Zheng Shanhe, upon touching the cyan sword net, suddenly had his pupils shrink like a mouse seeing a cat, and a look of fear welled up in his eyes!

boom!

The sword and fist clashed for the first time, producing a loud clang like metal striking metal! Zheng Shanhe was at a disadvantage, a look of pain flashing across his face as he retreated step by step.

The cyan sword light relentlessly pursued him, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. The marble floor tiles beneath his feet shattered one after another, creating two deep trenches!

After retreating more than ten meters, Zheng Shanhe roared and leaped back several meters, barely managing to widen the distance between himself and the sword net.

He leaned against the wall, looking down at his fist... It was covered with crisscrossing sword marks, dripping with blood, and his robe at the chest was ripped open with a tear more than ten centimeters long, deep enough to expose the bone.

Zheng Shanhe raised his head, his earlier arrogance completely gone, replaced by a hint of humility in his voice:

"Second Miss... I merely accidentally killed the son of the Fang family's accountant, and I also wanted to cripple Fang Qing, this boy from a salt slave background... Why did it have to come to this?"

The cyan sword light suddenly receded, revealing a graceful figure.

It was Fang Lingsu.

Today, she is dressed in a long blue dress, holding a long sword, standing in the wind.

Her skirt swayed slightly, her black hair cascaded down her back, and the curves of her figure were faintly visible beneath her clothes...

Her waist was slender enough to be encircled by one hand, her breasts were full and firm, and her legs were straight and long.

That face was breathtakingly exquisite: her skin was as white as jade, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her nose was straight and elegant, her lips were as red as cherries, and her jawline was soft yet exuded a cool and aloof temperament.

Fang Lingsu glanced at Fang Qing sideways, her voice light:

"Nothing wrong?"

Fang Qing shook his head.

She then slowly turned to Zheng Shanhe, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Fang Qing wants to leave the Mountain and River Boxing Academy, and you're going to stop him?!"

Zheng Shanhe's face flushed red.

In front of so many disciples, he was really reluctant to agree to release the person, but the difference in strength was obvious...

Before he could respond, a hoarse, aged voice came from the backyard:

"Fang Lingsu, what if I were to join you? Would I be qualified to stop him?"

An elderly man in gray robes, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, slowly stepped across the threshold of the backyard and strolled out.

It was Elder Zhu who followed Fang Jingyuan.

He squinted at Fang Lingsu, a cold smile creeping across his gaunt face:

"If I were to join forces with Zheng Shanhe... could you still win?"

"Fang Lingsu, don't forget what your internal injuries look like..."

Fang Lingsu frowned slightly, then let out a cold snort:

"That's enough to deal with the two of you."

After saying that, Fang Lingsu drew her long sword once again.

Both Zhu Lao and Zheng Shanhe changed color at the same time.

Fang Lingsu was once hailed as a seed of immortality and was the most dazzling existence among the younger generation of the Great Qian Dynasty. Although she returned from the immortal sect for some reason, her cultivation level was still unfathomable.

Even though she is injured now, the two of them working together may not be able to guarantee a victory.

If it were during her prime, they wouldn't even have been qualified to make a move!

Just then, a warm and strong hand suddenly grasped Fang Lingsu's fair wrist.

Feeling the warmth from that palm, Fang Lingsu's delicate body trembled slightly, but she did not break free.

Fang Qing's voice sounded beside her, calm as a deep pool, yet every word was clear:

"Second Miss, the lives of these two old dogs... I will take them myself once I reach the True Essence Realm."

Fang Lingsu turned her head and gave Fang Qing a deep look.

Then, with a whoosh...

The longsword is sheathed!

Without saying another word, she turned and walked towards the gate of the boxing academy.

Old Zhu's eyes suddenly turned sinister.

Fang Lingsu was aloof and cold, and had never shown any interest in men. It was this pure and icy temperament that made him want to take her as a furnace.

But now, this woman, who had never allowed a man to get close to her, actually let Fang Qing hold her wrist without showing any resistance...

An unnamed flame of jealousy surged into Old Master Zhu's heart.

He snorted coldly, turned around with a flick of his sleeve, and retreated straight back to the backyard.

Fang Qing followed Fang Lingsu outside, but after taking only ten steps or so, Fang Chulan's voice came from behind:

"Fang Qing, didn't you think Master Zheng was blind? I'll be waiting for you at the martial arts exam."

"If you dare, let's have a competition to see who ranks higher!"

……

Fang Qing didn't stop in the slightest, as if he hadn't heard Fang Chulan shouting behind him at all.

He walked straight towards the gate of the Shanhe Boxing Academy.

Zheng Shanhe finally came to his senses. Watching the two figures walk away, he let out a cold snort, his voice carrying an undisguised threat:

"Fang Qing, you've already exhausted your potential by changing your cultivation method. Do you really think you can break through to the True Essence Realm?"

"I'll make my words clear today: I'll be waiting for you in the True Essence Realm to take my and Elder Zhu's lives!"

"I hope you will keep your word and not disappoint me!"

Fang Qing still did not turn around.

He didn't even change his expression, as if those words were just a breeze passing by his ear.

He has always been accustomed to demonstrating himself through actions and fulfilling his promises with his abilities.

At this point, turning around to argue or make threats is a waste of time and completely pointless.

Fang Qing stopped in front of the majestic gate of the Mountain and River Boxing Academy.

His gaze fell on Xie Yunzhou's heart.

The broken knife was still deeply embedded there, and the bloodstains had long since congealed into a dark red color.

Fang Qing slowly bent down and pulled the broken knife out of Xie Yunzhou's chest.

The blade made a subtle yet grating sound as it rubbed against the bone.

He didn't even glance at the knife; he simply flicked his wrist casually.

Whoosh!

The broken blade instantly transformed into a chilling glint, piercing through the air before finally slamming into the center of the gilded plaque hanging high above the Mountain and River Boxing Academy with a crisp clang!

The blade penetrated deep into the wood, trembling slightly, reflecting a cold luster in the dimming light.

The next moment, Fang Qing bent down again and carefully carried Xie Yunzhou's already cold body onto his back. He adjusted his posture as if he were simply carrying a sleeping person.

The sky grew completely dark.

Night fell, like silk soaked in ink, slowly covering the entire city.

Fang Qing carried Xie Yunzhou on his back and followed the route Fang Wansan had previously given him, walking step by step towards Xie Yunzhou's house.

Passing by a night market, the bustling sounds and lights rushed towards me.

The vendors' shouts, the aroma of food, the children's laughter... all this vibrant atmosphere of life formed a cruel contrast with the cold silence on his back.

Fang Qing saw a lantern stall on the street. Various lanterns swayed gently on the shelf, and the warm yellow glow warmed a small patch of the night.

He stepped forward, took out a few copper coins and handed them to the stall owner, then chose the simplest white paper lantern without any patterns. After lighting the candle inside with a tinderbox, a dim light shone through the thin paper, illuminating a small circle of the uneven stone path beneath his feet.

Fang Qing picked up the lantern and continued on his way.

The light and shadow shifted with his steps, casting long and short shadows on the wall. He tilted his head slightly:

"I know you're afraid of the dark... The road to the underworld is long, so I'll personally hold this lamp for you."

"With the light, you... shouldn't be so afraid, right?"

No one answered; only the candlelight inside the lantern flickered gently.

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