"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Fan Xian didn't take Zhang Tian seriously at all.

Although he was only a few years older than the other person.

But he is very strong.

He underwent rigorous training from Uncle Wuzhu since childhood, constantly escaping through bamboo forests or scaling cliffs. He experienced far too much.

In addition, the domineering true energy that Uncle Wuzhu taught him was extremely powerful, enabling a sixth-rank to fight a seventh-rank, and a seventh-rank to defeat an eighth-rank. Crossing boundaries in battle was as easy as eating and drinking.

He didn't believe he couldn't beat Zhang Tian, ​​a kid who was only a teenager!

Fan Xian's greatest confidence stemmed from the fact that Teng Zijing, the other party's master, had been defeated by him before, let alone his disciple.

But soon.

He then realized the seriousness of the problem.

Fan Xian watched as Zhang Tian wielded his longsword, his figure as elusive as a ghost. The sword in his hand transformed into countless sword shadows, coiling around him like venomous snakes, aiming straight for his vital points.

That speed!

That sword shadow!

That cold wind!

Fan Xian was terrified and kept dodging, but it was all in vain. After only a few moves, Fan Xian, who considered himself to be among the top three of the younger generation, watched helplessly as Zhang Tian's longsword fell to his neck.

Fan Xian was utterly shocked.

He never expected to be defeated so quickly, as if the two of them were not even on the same level, and he felt the same pressure he had when facing Uncle Wuzhu.

"I lost."

Fan Xian threw the dagger on the ground, a wry smile on his face, utterly incredulous. "Your martial arts are simply absurd! Your speed in each move far surpasses your master's. Who taught whom?"

He also recalled that Teng Zijing had mentioned the strength of his apprentice.

Although he has some talent.

But he only practiced for five or six years.

Therefore, he only has the cultivation level of the fourth rank.

You call this a fourth-rank official?!

Zhang Tian sheathed his longsword, his expression calm, and without blinking, he fabricated a lie about his rapidly improving strength: "I've always been exceptionally talented since I was a child. I can learn everything my master teaches me just by looking at it once, but I didn't want to discourage him, so I didn't show it."

"You have very little talent."

"Although his internal energy is very strong, his technique is too clumsy and he can't use it at all. In my eyes, he has flaws everywhere."

"Although I am of the fourth rank."

"But it can easily defeat an eighth-rank official, and even a ninth-rank official is no problem."

Looking at Zhang Tian's earnest yet seemingly reasonable explanation, Fan Xian was speechless for a moment, because the other party really didn't seem to be bragging.

In other words.

How could a 14-year-old boy who had only cultivated for five or six years easily fight against an eighth-rank expert, or even rival a ninth-rank expert?

Fan Xian: 6!

Fan Xian: We've run into the real Zhang Bairen!

"Fine, I admit it! But before I die, could you please tell me clearly who wants to kill me?"

When Fan Xian first arrived in the capital, he felt that he had encountered all sorts of things. At first, he thought that it was his aunt Liu Ruyu who was responsible, but later he felt that it was not, and that there was another mastermind behind it.

He wanted to take this opportunity to test the waters.

Zhang Tian shook his head, intending to continue with his prepared lines, but suddenly his expression turned strange. He looked at Fan Xian with a peculiar gaze and asked, "You drugged me?"

He did not notice any of Fan Xian's actions.

However, he found that his health bar had dropped for no reason. To be precise, it was because Arthur's hero talent passive had triggered a health regeneration.

Fan Xian chuckled, immediately dropping the pretense and revealing his true intentions, "My master is Fei Jie, a renowned expert in poisons who can easily kill even a ninth-rank official. It's perfectly reasonable for me, as his disciple, to carry some with me, isn't it?"

"Don't do anything reckless."

"Don't move around."

"Because the poison my master concocted is the most extraordinary poison in the world, called 'Smiling Half-Step Madness,' which is made with honey, fritillaria cirrhosa, platycodon grandiflorus, and snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains. It does not need to be frozen and has no preservatives."

"Just a tiny bit of this will poison your internal organs. Taking even half a step or laughing a few times will instantly kill you!"

Fan Xian looked at Zhang Tian with a mocking expression.

If it were an ordinary person...

They've probably been scared half to death by now.

Zhang Tian, ​​however, had a strange expression on his face, because the other party was taking advantage of him, an "ancient person," for not having seen Stephen Chow's films.

He secretly adjusted his breathing for a moment.

Accompanied by the surge of true energy.

It instantly blocked the spread of the toxin.

He also took a break to prevent Fan Xian, that little poisoner, from poisoning him again.

This is something that no other martial artist in the world of Joy of Life can do!

Zhang Tian regained his composure and quietly looked at Fan Xian, which completely stunned Fan Xian. For a moment, Fan Xian questioned his life. Although the poison he used was not the so-called number one poison in the world, its effects were still very strong. How come there was no reaction at all?

Fan Xian suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Then they turned around and ran away.

But it was too late.

Zhang Tian activated his Evil-Repelling Movement Technique, moving like a ghost to close in on Fan Xian. He kicked Fan Xian in the buttocks, sending the agile Fan Xian crashing to the ground.

The long sword in his hand moved swiftly and rapidly.

They chased after them again.

We stopped in a familiar place again.

Fan Xian stared at the long sword at his neck, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, and helplessly waved his hands. "I surrender, I'm not fighting anymore. I've run into a cheater!"

He felt like he was going to die.

He still felt a little regretful, after all, his purpose in coming to the capital was to investigate the death of his mother, Ye Qingmei, but before he could even begin his investigation, he was easily wiped out by the mastermind behind the scenes.

He remembered the chicken leg girl at the temple.

It's a pity.

But I'm also at peace with it. After all, being reincarnated from a disabled person and living a healthy life for so long is already enough.

But Zhang Tian didn't kill him.

Instead, he sheathed his longsword, leaving behind that familiar warning, "Go back, go back to that small place, Danzhou. The waters in the capital are too deep. Ye Qingmei died here back then. If you stay here, you'll probably end up like her."

Fan Xian's expression immediately changed, turning sharp. "I never mentioned to Teng Zijing who my mother is!!"

How did the other party find out?

"I don't know you, but I recognize the domineering true energy on your body. This is the number one martial art in the world, an unparalleled divine skill that can enable a ninth-rank martial artist to become a grandmaster. Countless martial arts masters pursue it."

Fan Xian is not easily fooled. He can handle Emperor Qing and various old foxes in the Qing Kingdom's officialdom with ease, and can even manipulate the Crown Prince and the Second Prince.

However, Zhang Tian was prepared and had a plan in mind. He held his sword with both hands, his eyes filled with longing and nostalgia. "This martial arts manual was taught to that grandmaster by Ye Qingmei. That grandmaster has always stayed in the palace and has never come out. So you can only be related to Ye Qingmei."

He even revealed Fan Xian's true intentions, which he had never told anyone before: "You want to avenge your mother?"

"As difficult as climbing to heaven!"

"With your mediocre skills, even if you train for decades, you'd never be able to beat him!"

Fan Xian was initially suspicious.

He knew that the domineering true energy was powerful and its attributes were extremely violent, but to say that it was the best in the world, he simply did not believe it.

After all, he was easily defeated by Zhang Tian in three moves and didn't see anything particularly impressive about him.

But when he recalled Uncle Wuzhu's indifference towards the so-called Grandmaster, and the solemnity with which the other party handed him this domineering true qi manual, he began to believe it again.

He then remembered something else and frowned, saying, "You advised me to leave the capital because I can't beat that person... So do you know who killed my mother back then? Who was it?!"

"It cannot be spoken of."

"I'll pay more!"

Fan Xian reached into his chest and pulled out a book. "Didn't you say this domineering true qi is the best in the world, and that this technique is what every martial artist wants? I'll trade this for your information!"

Zhang Tian's lips twitched.

He originally wanted to be a riddle teller.

Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore.

Because the other party gave so much!