The Legend of Fangren

Chapter 112 Fei Xuange

At the entrance of the camp, a group of independent cultivators and two squads of soldiers were at each other's throats, the atmosphere extremely tense, with occasional verbal abuse but little actual combat.

Despite their combined strength and authority, the rogue cultivators were ultimately no match for the might of the Ministry of War, a powerful and influential organization. They could only allow its underlings to act under the guise of the powerful. Even though there were several third-tier cultivators among them, they still dared not attack the soldiers who were only at the second tier of cultivation, and could only retreat in defeat.

This situation has attracted the curiosity of many passersby, and a crowd has gathered to watch. Some people have told the story, and all those who have heard about it feel indignant and do not leave, but just want to wait for the outcome.

Seeing that the crowd was growing larger and larger, the soldier in charge realized that even if the Ministry of War managed to keep it a secret, it would eventually reach higher-ranking officials and their families. He hurriedly urged his soldiers to stop any further obstruction, warning them that they would draw their swords and draw blood if necessary.

"yes!"

Upon receiving the leader's order, the soldiers immediately ceased their restraint and raised their swords to strike. The rogue cultivators, seeing this, all stepped back—for in this Emerald City, offending the Ministry of War was a serious offense, and if they were implicated, they would likely have to flee to another city, as they could no longer find refuge here.

In this way, the "obstruction of official business" was clearly losing momentum, and the encirclement was about to break through. The soldiers, carrying the prisoners, wanted to speed things up and settle the matter.

But at that moment! Suddenly, several loud explosions rang out overhead, nine in a row!

BOOM!

With each thud, a square wooden plank crashed down, embedding itself vertically into the stone brick floor between the two sides, instantly shattering the bricks and cracking the stone, becoming firmly anchored.

After the nine sounds ended, a figure in gray robes appeared out of thin air, with a sharp iron blade on his back. The newcomer was a young swordsman. He lightly tiptoed and landed on the wooden stake with a straight posture and his hands hanging down. His movements were natural, but his aura was strong, overwhelming both sides.

Attorney Chu stared blankly at the newcomer, then suddenly choked up, "Brother Fang, you were just passing by, a chance encounter, why did you come all this way for me?"

In response, Fang Shi, who was trying hard to make himself look cool at the moment, simply replied, "I just saw injustice on the road."

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"Wow, I'm so handsome." — Why aren't there any cameras here? (Slams table)

"How dare you! Where did this brat come from, daring to obstruct the Ministry of War's official business like these street thugs! Is this a place for you to run wild?" At this moment, the soldier spoke rudely again, which angered the rogue cultivators.

However, he couldn't care less about such things, nor did he care who the person was. He simply assumed it was some clueless kid and ordered his soldiers to draw their swords and clear the way.

Upon seeing this, the rogue cultivators were immediately alarmed when five or six blades came slashing at them simultaneously, crying out, "Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

Of course he knows that.

Fang Shi quickly glanced left and right, then drew the gray iron sword from his back with the speed of the wind. He unleashed a whirlwind of sword light, which was not dazzling even in the sunlight. The gray iron sword turned into a gray shadow and instantly swept away the several blades of light that came at him.

The soldier who drew his sword felt a sudden, immense force on his wrist, causing him to lose his grip on his sword and drop it. Looking down, he saw that all the swords that had been swept away were deformed and bent, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

"Whoa!"

The surrounding cultivators, sensing the sword wind swept out by that pure power, hurriedly retreated a considerable distance, much more than before.

The commander behind him, upon seeing this, flew into a rage and roared, "Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?! As soldiers, you can't even hold a sword properly! You're a disgrace to the Ministry of War!"

The soldiers in the front row who had lost their weapons hurriedly dodged to the sides. Then they saw the commander step forward, draw his sword and slash down. Third-level Xuan Qi gathered on the blade, releasing an invisible sharpness with a murderous aura.

The rogue cultivator was shocked to see this! This strike could probably cut through even a second-tier quality blade! Yet the young hero still raised his sword to defend; something terrible was about to happen!

clang!!!

The sound of metal vibrating and clanging was deafening. The soldier in charge couldn't even hold his sword. The blade flew out of his hand, shattered into pieces, and became embedded in the stone wall of the Ministry of War's camp.

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When he came to his senses, the leader fell silent. The hand that had been gripping the knife felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth and was drenched in sweat.

Front-row soldier: Come on, curse again.

The remaining soldiers who still had swords stopped advancing. The leader spoke again, "Do you also want to offend the Ministry of War?"

Fang Shi remained silent, just as he had been defending without attacking, which was the leeway the elder had mentioned.

The situation reached a stalemate, when suddenly the sound of horses' hooves echoed from the side: "Who wants to offend the Ministry of War?"

The onlookers quickly made way, and a troop of soldiers emerged from the crowd, their imposing presence far surpassing that of the surrounding commanding squad.

The soldier leader, upon seeing the man on horseback at the head of the troops, turned pale with fright and stumbled forward a few steps, unsure whether to kneel or perform the Ministry of War salute.

Fang Shi and the others followed and saw that the man on horseback at the head of the group was dressed in blue armor with silver scales and a jade belt, riding a white horse, wearing a frost helmet and a wax spear. He was handsome and looked no more than thirty years old. He was shedding his youthful immaturity and becoming more composed. He was tall and strong, and had a very imposing and spirited demeanor.

At this moment, the elder arrived with his disciples, bowed to the man, and said, "Senior Brother Fei, how have you been?"

This person was the Deputy General of the Ministry of War mentioned by the elder, and was also a disciple of the Dragon River Sect back then, named Fei Xuange.

"Oh! Junior Sister Qian, how have you been?" Fei Xuange returned the greeting upon seeing Qian Shaoyun, but official business took priority. "I'll come to the camp to catch up after I've finished my business."

After saying that, he turned his gaze back to the commander and asked, "You just said that someone wanted to offend the Ministry of War?"

"General Fei—I was just talking nonsense—"

The commander was now drenched in sweat. He couldn't understand why Vice General Fei, who had left the city gate just a few days ago, had suddenly returned and happened to witness their affair. What was he to do now? He didn't dare to mention that the group of rogue cultivators were obstructing official business, because if he did, he would be exposed.

But how could the rogue cultivators let him go? Someone in the crowd shouted, "Deputy General Fei, you'd better keep a close eye on the garrison commanders in the main camp—"

Once one person started talking, another would follow, chattering about this and that. Before long, Fei Xuange had figured out the gist of it. People who had been in the Ministry of War for a long time would have heard about these kinds of things. Usually, they were just minor matters, but this time was different.

To put it bluntly, skimming money and engaging in bullying are nothing in a place like the Ministry of War where strength speaks volumes. However, violating official laws, especially those involving public trials and judgments that affect the prestige and stability of Emerald City, is a serious matter. What's worse, these old soldiers were actually using private torture on cultivators.

Don't they know that Emerald City's current prosperity is largely due to the various cultivators gathered here? Even the city lord himself has to be extremely cautious and impartial. How dare they do that?!

Fei Xuange grew angrier the more he thought about it, and roared angrily, "Zhao Laosi!"

"Here!" The soldier trembled and knelt on the ground when addressed by his given name.

"Go and remove that monk's shackles, then take your men and get back to the camp to await further orders! If you dare to escape, you will be hunted down for a thousand miles!"

"Yes—" Zhao Laosi kowtowed dejectedly, clearly no longer daring to regard himself as a military leader—or even an innocent person.

P.S.: I'll try to update more chapters when I have free time these next few days. After all, I still have to work and sometimes I'm busy, so I can't update as frequently as other authors. I hope you can understand.

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