I can enjoy the Mythic card pool all to myself

"Mythical alien species?"

Fang Chang raised an eyebrow slightly, and immediately understood.

No wonder this blood-eyed xingxing was so difficult to deal with; it turns out it's a rare creature.

The six pseudo-ninth-rank Xingxing, plus one ninth-rank red-eyed Xingxing, contributed a total of 160 merit points to him.

If he saves up a little more, it could even be enough for him to do two more 10-pulls.

Moreover, aside from their good deeds, these Xingxing are themselves quite valuable.

The essence and flesh of the seven mythical monsters are excellent choices, whether used to refine one's blood and energy or to exchange for gold and silver.

"That beast is dead! Young Master Fang has won!"

"Haha, as expected of Young Hero Fang, you actually slew this ferocious beast with your eyes closed!"

"I knew this brainless beast would be no match for Young Master Fang..."

Only now did the group of bodyguards, still shaken, finally recover from the near-death experience.

Fang Chang's leisurely stroll and the way he slew the demon with his eyes closed left a deep impression on everyone, and remains fresh in their minds.

At this moment, they immediately gathered around, looking at Fang Chang with a mixture of respect and awe, and one after another they praised him.

"Young Master Fang, are you... are you alright?"

"That beast was exceptionally ferocious just now. Were you injured anywhere during our fight?"

Ma Duxiu also came over and quickly asked.

She had just witnessed Fang Shaoxia take a punch from the Blood-Eyed Xingxing.

Therefore, her concern made her flustered, and her tone was particularly urgent, carrying a hint of undisguised worry.

Seeing this, everyone had strange expressions, suppressing their laughter, looking like seasoned veterans.

Sigh, this girl seems to have fallen for him...

Ma Dao sighed inwardly, clearly seeing his daughter's feelings for the young hero.

Unfortunately, the two are of vastly different social statuses and are merely strangers who met by chance, so it is likely that nothing will come of it.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Ma. I am fine."

Fang Chang shook his head slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, slowly sheathed the Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade.

Thanks to the Thousand Miles Alone technique, the Blood-Eyed Xingxing barely encountered him, except for the initial sneak attack.

Therefore, he was not actually injured. He was just a little tired because he used his killing intent and forced himself into a state of extreme intent.

The minor injury he initially sustained has long since been completely healed by the blood and qi replenished by the Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade.

"I see. It's good that Young Master Fang is alright..."

When Ma Duxiu saw everyone looking in her direction, her pretty face flushed red, and her voice unconsciously became a few decibels lower.

"The flesh and blood of these animals are invaluable treasures."

"Could you please trouble Miss Ma to call upon the brothers in the escort team to help with this?"

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. I can't eat all this precious meat by myself, so I'll let everyone take it and share it."

Seeing her like this, Fang Chang smiled faintly.

Ma Duxiu's ears burned with embarrassment, and he readily agreed.

She then turned around and called to her father and the bodyguards to help move the demon corpse and cut up the precious flesh.

While everyone was busy, the chubby boy, who had been ignored all along, finally couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs.

"Gentlemen, esteemed heroes, please have mercy and drag this young master out of here!"

"This carriage is too heavy; it's making my leg feel like it's going to break..."

The chubby boy lay sprawled under the carriage, tears streaming down his face, complaining bitterly.

The once pampered young master of a wealthy family, accustomed to a life of luxury, is now reduced to such a pitiful and comical state, making it truly hard not to laugh.

A hint of amusement flashed in Fang Chang's eyes as he slowly walked towards him.

Perhaps because they were still far away, the chubby boy didn't notice.

As Fang Chang approached, the murderous aura that had been lingering around him due to his cultivation of the Dead Man's Scripture, and which was condensed and unyielding, instantly enveloped the chubby boy.

Ma Dao and the other bodyguards had spent many days with Fang Chang and were already used to his aura.

But this was the first time the chubby boy had faced it directly. Even though the murderous aura wasn't directed at him, it still made him stiffen and his heart pound.

"Oh no, I just escaped one danger, and now I'm about to fall into another?"

"This person exudes such a strong killing intent; he must be a ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye..."

The chubby boy was so frightened he wanted to cry, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly, his mind filled with all sorts of wild thoughts.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, he saw Fang Chang place one hand on the edge of the carriage and exert a slight force.

The carriage that was pressing down on him was easily lifted up by Fang Chang.

Although Iron Shirt is a low-level martial art in the martial arts world, it has at least been mastered to a high level.

Despite his slender build, Fang Chang is actually just as strong as the burly men like Ma Dao.

Seeing this, the chubby boy quickly crawled out from under the carriage, using both his hands and feet.

His left leg was compressed for a long time, and now it is covered in bruises and swollen beyond recognition.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious, and he will recover fully after a period of rest.

The chubby boy was amazed to see that he had not only escaped death but also saved his leg!

He was so excited that his face flushed red, and he stammered, repeatedly expressing his gratitude:

"Thank you so much, my benefactor, for saving me!"

"If it weren't for my benefactor, I would surely have lost my life here."

"Once I return to Xiangyang City, please feel free to ask for whatever you desire, my benefactor!"

"My father, Zhang Shanhe, is one of the wealthiest merchants in Xiangyang City. He will definitely satisfy your benefactor..."

At this point, the chubby boy even patted his chest, looking like a nouveau riche who didn't care about money.

Fang Chang glanced at him but ignored him.

His gaze shifted slightly, then fell on the burly man from before.

The burly man with the iron tower lay in a pool of blood, his body torn and mangled beyond recognition.

Fang Chang had a good impression of this loyal man who would rather die than back down.

He crouched down and checked his breath...

The burly man was, after all, a ninth-rank martial artist with sound bones and muscles, and his blood and energy were extremely vigorous.

Therefore, even though he suffered such severe injuries, he is still alive.

However, without effective medicine, he probably won't live much longer.

Fang Chang glanced at the chubby boy and saw him rummaging through the carriage, pulling out a jade bottle, seemingly intending to apply medicine to his injured leg.

He frowned slightly and said calmly, "Bring the medicine over..."

"Huh?" The chubby boy was stunned when he heard this, and then he noticed the burly man lying in a pool of blood, still panting.

"My benefactor, even if Tie Nu is cured, he will still be a burden."

"This Sheng Sheng He He Ointment is a life-saving medicine that my father bought from a master at Mingyi Temple at great expense."

"Iron Slave is just a lowly servant, his life is worthless, what use is this treasure to him..."

The chubby boy scratched his head, looking quite puzzled, yet seemingly taking it all for granted.

Clearly, in his mind, the lives of slaves like the Iron Slave were not important.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chang remained expressionless, though his tone carried a hint of coldness.

"I said... bring the medicine..."