Ultimate True Lord

That night.

Fenghepu is a secluded courtyard located seven or eight streets away from the Hongsha Martial Arts School. It is a residence that Fang Heng rented without permission.

Because the incident happened so suddenly in the evening, news of his death had not yet reached his family. The two disciples of the Red Sand Martial Arts School who stayed in the house to look after him were the ones who usually followed Fang Heng around.

Inside, the light was dim.

Fang Heng lay motionless on the bed, his whole body wrapped in thick strips of cloth, the strong, pungent smell of herbs lingering.

He was extremely weak, his lips were dry and cracked, and his face was ashen. Fang Heng had been injured in many places all over his body, and even the slightest movement would cause him excruciating pain.

"Cao Ning, where's Old Liu?"

Fang Heng weakly opened his eyes, glanced at one of the disciples, and asked.

"Old Master Liu, along with my second and third senior brothers, rushed to Hengjiang Boxing School in Anpingpu overnight to demand an explanation. We had just finished sparring with Hengjiang Boxing during the day, and then you were attacked that night, Senior Brother."

"This is too strange. It's most likely related to Hengjiang Fist."

The disciple named Cao Ning responded.

Just as Fang Heng was about to speak again, his slight movement aggravated his wound. He trembled with pain, letting out a suppressed groan. Red welts seeped through the bandages covering his body.

Cao Ning quickly stepped forward, intending to change Fang Heng's bandages.

"We're out of white cloth, I'll go to the martial arts school to get some. You apply the medicine to Senior Brother Fang again first," he instructed another disciple beside him.

Afterwards, Cao Ning left quickly and rushed back to the martial arts school under the cover of night.

Inside the room, another disciple began to apply medicine to Fang Heng. He slowly loosened the blood-stained cloth strips, cleaning the wound while applying topical medicine.

However, halfway through applying the medicine, the disciple realized that the topical medicine seemed to be running low. To save time, he immediately got up, left the courtyard, and hurried towards the Red Sand Martial Arts School to fetch some more medicine.

The two disciples left one after the other, and the courtyard fell into silence.

On the bed in the inner room, Fang Heng was in excruciating pain, still groaning softly. The quieter the surroundings were, the more acute his pain became.

The courtyard was empty and deserted; no one could hear him. Fang Heng gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and let out a low growl as if venting his pain and resentment.

"Which cowardly bastard dared to ambush me like that..."

"Damn it! I have to find out everything about him and find this bastard! He dared to scheme against me behind my back, I will never let him get away with this, he will pay the price!"

The excruciating pain repeatedly swept through his body, and his anger grew stronger and stronger, to the point that he began to lash out at others indiscriminately.

He first thought of Wen Jin, who was always going against him, and cursed him under his breath through gritted teeth.

"And that bastard Wen Jin! He's always looking out for me, and now that he knows I'm in trouble, he's probably gloating. He'd better suffer a terrible loss, get beaten to death or crippled!"

After cursing Wen Jin, Jiang Ming's indifferent face reappeared in his mind. He recalled how Jiang Ming had repeatedly mocked and suppressed him, yet remained unmoved; that stubborn and arrogant attitude infuriated him.

"And Jiang Ming..."

"That mediocre disciple with no background dares to give me attitude. He's always pretending to be diligent, putting on airs!"

The night grew darker, and everything around was pitch black.

A malevolent glint flashed in Fang Heng's eyes, and his voice was hoarse as he rambled on incoherently.

"Aren't you the one who protects your little sister the most?"

"Once I've recovered, I'll not only teach you a lesson, I'll also take care of your little sister..."

Sudden.

"Click!"

A soft sound broke the silence of the courtyard.

In the darkness, the wooden door to the room was gently pushed open from the outside.

"Cao Ning, is that you back?"

On the bed, Fang Heng coughed twice and spoke.

However, his voice echoed quietly in the room, but no one answered him. Only the sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached.

Fang Heng felt uneasy. He shifted his body back and struggled to lift his head to look ahead.

In the shadow of the oil lamp, a burly figure familiar to Fang Heng stood silently in the darkness, like a cold, rigid statue.

Under the dim light, that face was expressionless, and the dark pupils stared silently at Fang Heng. It seemed gentle, but beneath the surface, there was a kind of inhuman cold indifference that was twisting and flowing.

"Jiang...Jiang Ming!"

Fang Heng's eyes widened in horror, and he was shocked. He instinctively tried to get up and get out of bed.

However, the sharp pain in his injured hands and feet caused him to freeze abruptly.

"Jiang Ming, what are you doing here?!"

Fang Heng's lips were pale, his breathing was rapid, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. At this moment, he had an inexplicable bad premonition, and a chill ran down his spine to the back of his neck.

At the edge of the lamplight, Jiang Ming slowly walked to the bedside, forced a stiff smile, and spoke in a humble tone.

"Senior brother, I heard you were seriously injured this evening and are having difficulty moving around."

"Our master taught us that fellow disciples should help and support each other, and I think that makes a lot of sense."

His eyes were lowered, as if he were earnestly repeating his master's teachings.

"So, I came here hoping to take good care of my senior brother, ease the tension between us, and win him over."

Jiang Ming's expression was calm, and he appeared to be an honest and kind-hearted person. It was as if he had really only come to visit and take care of his fellow disciple.

But Fang Heng, lying on the bed, had his back pressed tightly against the wall, his gaze fixed on Jiang Ming, who was getting closer and closer.

Beneath Jiang Ming's gentle exterior, his dark eyes seemed to conceal a giant, cold-blooded, ruthless killer snake. It lay dormant in the shadows, but would suddenly strike when given the chance.

A single, swift strike to annihilate its prey, icy and ruthless, leaving no room for retreat!

"I don't need you to take care of me, get out!"

"If Master Liu knew you were harming your fellow disciples, he would definitely clean up the sect!"

Fang Heng was severely injured and unable to move his hands and feet. If Jiang Ming harbored any evil intentions, he would surely be doomed. At this moment, Fang Heng was gripped by palpitations and panic, his heart trembling uncontrollably.

"Jiang Ming, you helped me when I first started learning, I shouldn't have treated you that way. It's all my fault! I promise I won't do it again!"

"Brother Jiang, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please, forgive me!"

He had an emotional breakdown, yelling and shouting at Jiang Ming, spitting everywhere. It was like he had a split personality, threatening one moment and begging for mercy the next.

Beside the bed, a tall figure blocked the oil lamp, casting a heavy shadow like a curtain, shrouding everything in darkness, as if to swallow the entire bed.

Jiang Ming raised his hand and wiped the spittle from his cheek. He dropped his pretense, looked at Fang Heng expressionlessly, and said coldly.

Why bother?

"Senior Brother Fang, let me take good care of you!"

Jiang Ming suddenly sprang up, his arms outstretched, his muscles bulging, his inverted triangle-shaped, muscular physique resembling a king cobra in a trance.

A powerful burst of energy; every move is made with full force!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The calloused, rough hands struck Fang Heng's head with brutal force, like heavy stones being swung down.

In the dim light, the shadows on the wall danced wildly, a gruesome sight. It was as if a python had bitten its prey and swallowed it whole.