From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fang Qing finally stopped in front of a somewhat shabby courtyard with a simple door.

This is Xie Yunzhou's home.

The courtyard was now filled with sobs. Xie Yunzhou's family had already learned the news from the Shanhe Boxing Academy. When Fang Qing gently laid Xie Yunzhou's body flat on the makeshift straw mat in the courtyard, his parents immediately rushed forward. His mother's heart-wrenching cries almost pierced the night sky, while his father tightly gripped his son's cold hand, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling. Several elders wept silently nearby, the entire courtyard shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere of grief.

Overwhelmed with grief, Xie Yunzhou's mother fainted several times and could only stand with the help of others. Looking at her pale face contorted with extreme pain, Fang Qing's hands, which had been clenched into fists with white knuckles, slowly, little by little, relaxed.

He remained silent and took out two oil paper packets from his pocket.

That was a body-tempering medicinal bath pack that he bought at a high price from Liu Ruyan of Wanbaoge, a valuable cultivation resource for an ordinary family.

He bent down and gently placed the medicine packet beside Xie Yunzhou's hand.

Then, he took out all the silver he could find and gently placed it on the wooden table next to him.

Fang Qing took a step back, straightened his back, and then bowed deeply with a ritual completely different from this world, one that came from the memories of a distant Earth. It took him a long time to straighten up.

The next moment, he resolutely turned around and strode into the thick darkness, never looking back.

As he moved away, the lantern's glow gradually shrank to a tiny point, eventually being completely swallowed by the night.

The night wind howled, but it could not extinguish the burning flame in his heart.

Xie Yunzhou was killed by Zheng Shanhe because he stood up for him.

The culprit behind the broken knife that pierced Xie Yunzhou's heart was none other than Fang Chulan!

These two are the murderers!

Fang Qing will definitely avenge this grudge!

Before that, he needs to improve his cultivation level!

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Jinsha Saltworks is a remote rocky coastline.

Night had fallen, and a few lonely, cold stars dotted the inky black sky.

The sea breeze in early spring still carries a chill, but the seawater has lost its winter chill and is now moist and warm.

Fang Qing sat alone on a huge rock, holding a simple bamboo fishing rod in his hand, his gaze fixed on the shimmering sea in the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Amidst the crashing waves against the rocks, footsteps approached from behind.

Fang Qing didn't turn around, but gently placed another fishing rod that had been prepared beforehand on a relatively flat rock next to him.

The footsteps stopped behind him.

After a moment, Fang Qing finally spoke:

"Thank you for your help this afternoon. Otherwise, given Zheng Shanhe's temperament, I'm afraid I would have had a hard time leaving Shanhe Boxing Academy unscathed today."

Fang Lingsu did not respond immediately.

She first raised her hand and tucked a strand of her dark hair, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze, behind her ear.

This simple action, when performed by her, has a unique charm.

Today she wore a light blue belted long dress, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, outlining her breathtaking figure.

Under the hazy moonlight, her skin resembled the finest white jade, radiating a lustrous sheen.

Fang Lingsu lightly leaped onto the reef next to Fang Qing, her posture as elegant as a crane, and then picked up the spare fishing rod.

Her slender, pale fingers deftly hooked the bait, the fishing line sliced ​​through the air, and she cast it precisely onto the sea dozens of steps away, creating ripples that spread outwards.

"Two months ago, I was the one who brought you into the Mountain and River Boxing Academy."

Fang Lingsu then spoke, her voice like a cold spring striking a stone, clear and melodious with a hint of magnetism:

"Now, naturally, I must ensure your safe departure."

Fang Qing felt a slight warmth in her heart.

He remembered this kindness.

Before anyone knew it, Fang Lingsu had a small, exquisite white jade wine pot in her hand.

She was about to push the wine pot to Fang Qing when her movements suddenly froze!

Immediately afterwards, her delicate eyebrows furrowed sharply, and an unnatural blush quickly swept across her fair cheeks before fading away, leaving her even paler.

She quickly brought the wine pot to her lips, tilted her head back, and pretended to take a sip.

His throat bobbed slightly, as if he was trying to swallow or suppress something.

After a moment, seemingly managing to suppress her discomfort, Fang Lingsu looked down at the wine pot in her hand:

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to treat you to a drink this time."

With that, she flicked her wrist, and the wine jug traced a graceful arc before falling into the sea not far away, bobbing up and down with the waves.

Fang Qing frowned, his gaze following the white dot on the sea surface. In the darkness, he keenly observed that wisps of black liquid, thicker than seawater, were slowly seeping from the spout and merging into the seawater.

Soon, a group of fish with a keen sense of smell were attracted by the unusual sight and gathered around, lurking underwater and leaving tiny ripples in their dorsal fins.

Fang Qing knew that the black liquid was blood.

It was Fang Lingsu who forcibly suppressed her internal injuries, and the blood mixed with the wine.

Silence spread between the two, with only the sound of the waves continuing.

After a long while, Fang Qing asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a barely perceptible concern:

"Your injuries...are they serious?"

With a flick of her wrist, Fang Lingsu lifted the fishing rod, and a silver-scaled red threadfin fish was pulled out of the water, tracing a bright silver arc in the air before landing precisely in the fish basket she had prepared.

Her movements were fluid and natural, as if the strange thing had never happened.

"If we don't recklessly use our true energy, we might be able to hold on for another three years." She removed the fishhook from the fish's mouth, her tone as calm as if she were discussing the weather:

"If we act rashly... then it's hard to say."

Fang Qing's hand holding the fishing rod trembled almost imperceptibly. The bamboo rod conveyed a cold, hard feel to the touch.

Another long silence followed, filled only by the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Fang Qing spoke again, his voice lower and more tentative than before:

"Is there... a cure?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Lingsu turned her head in surprise and looked at Fang Qing.

The night was deep, but with her sharp eyesight, she could clearly see Fang Qing's profile.

He remained focused on the position of the fishing float on the sea, his gaze lowered, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyelids, making it impossible to discern the emotions churning within his eyes.

Fang Lingsu raised her hand again and brushed away a few stray strands of hair that had been blown into her forehead by the wind.

She suddenly smiled softly:

"Perhaps a solution exists within the immortal sects."

"However, these are not things you need to worry about right now."

She changed the subject, her tone returning to calm:

"If one day you are able to leave the Great Qian Dynasty and enter the immortal realm... then I will tell you."

Fang Lingsu herself knew that these words were more of a comfort.

The Immortal Sect is a transcendent existence that rises above mortal dynasties; entering it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Even she herself only managed to glimpse a clue back then through sheer chance.

She doesn't believe Fang Qing can achieve this in a short time given his diminished potential and limited resources.

However, upon hearing this, Fang Qing nodded solemnly.

He turned his head and looked directly into Fang Lingsu's eyes for the first time that night.

Under the moonlight, his eyes were as black as ink, yet astonishingly bright, containing no confusion, no fear, only a rock-solid determination:

"I will enter the Immortal Gate."

At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind:

"I will enter the realm of immortals at a speed far beyond your imagination!"

Fang Lingsu seemed to have heard something, and she turned her head again to give Fang Qing a deep look.

Fang Qing had already turned back, still looking down at the sea, her face calm and expressionless, revealing no extra emotions.

Perhaps it was because the night was so deep that it concealed subtle expressions.

Fang Lingsu's smile deepened slightly, her aloofness replaced by an indescribable gentleness.

She turned her head and looked out at the dark, deep sea with Fang Qing.

The sound seemed a little lighter amidst the tide:

"OK!"

"I'm waiting for you……"

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