Chapter 60: How Could It Be Her?

  "Ah!"

  Wang Miechan let out a cry, like a deflated balloon, and collapsed to the ground, with scarlet blood gushing out of his seven orifices, his face filled with incredulity, his voice hoarse, his face twisted in venom: "You... you really destroyed my dantian. I'm going to kill you..."

  Dantian was destroyed, and Wang Mie struggled for a while, but he couldn't resist Fang Yan at all. His pale face turned from resentment to despair. Having his dantian destroyed was more painful than being killed.

  In the world of Xianxia, everyone values martial arts. Those who cannot practice martial arts because they do not know any are despised and bullied wherever they go. Their Dantian is destroyed, making them inferior to even the most ordinary warriors. The cold eyes they encounter are indeed more painful than death. These cold eyes come not only from outsiders but also from their own kin. In the past, he was a genius of his family, high above others, but now he has been cast into the depths, doomed to suffer the disdain of others for the rest of his life, which is worse than death itself.

  "Kill me?" Fang Yan withdrew his foot, looking at Chen Miejin as if he was an idiot: "You can't cultivate now, and you still want to kill me. Are you counting on Wang Doufu, that old rich man of the Wang family? Let me tell you, you'll never see that day come, just wait for endless ridicule and humiliation."

  "Ah! You little beast, I want you dead!" Wang Mie shouted. Wang Dou had completely lost his mind and was now in a state of utter madness. He let out a furious roar and launched a desperate attack on Fang Zhen, trying to break through his defenses and kill Fang Yan.

  "And you... and you! Were you just insulting our family? Now I'll destroy your dantian one by one, and let you go accompany your master."

  Turning around, Fang Yan cast his gaze at some young talents and guards of the Wang family, suddenly making a move with his hand, bursting out with a crashing mountain fist, charging towards the opponent.

  "Come on, everyone, let's go together and avenge our brother by killing Fang Yan, that little bastard!" Wang Yannian shouted loudly at the crowd of King's guards and several other excellent young men.

  As soon as the Wang family made a move, Fang Zhen brought Fang Tao and Fu Qingxuan, who had long been dissatisfied with the arrogance of the Wang family and others, all joined the battle.

  "That's enough, are you going to tear down the city lord's mansion?" Just as the two families were about to clash, a majestic roar echoed from the entrance of the city lord's mansion. A tall figure emerged, clad in full steel armor, like a war god. This person was none other than Roger, the Grand Marshal of the city lord's guards.

  "Fang Zhen, Wang Doufu, can't you stop this?" Lu Jie's whole body was filled with murderous intent. He hadn't expected that on a day like today, the Fang and Wang families' riffraff would dare to cause trouble for him, fighting in front of the city lord's mansion. Did they not put the city lord in their eyes?

  Roger's rebuke made Fang and Wang families stop fighting immediately.

  "Lord Luo, it's not that we want to disturb the city master's elegance, but this young man from the Fang family has gone too far, actually breaking my son's dantian. He must give me an explanation for this." Wang Doufu's face was full of resentment and hatred, his teeth clenched as he glared at Fang Yan.

  "The king's family is right or wrong, and there is a public reason. Since it is a martial arts competition, it is natural that there will be bumps and bruises. If someone gets hurt, they can only blame themselves for not being skilled enough." Roger glanced at Wang Doufu with a cold smile, from the dispute in front of the city lord's mansion to now, he had been paying attention all along. This old man from the king's family was shameless, actually playing the victim first, and Roger felt an inexplicable sense of disgust. He then turned to Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, since it is a martial arts competition, you shouldn't have used such a ruthless move. What you did is even more cruel than killing him directly. You should be careful in the future."

  "Lu Tongling, I understand. Next time I engage with someone, I won't be so ruthless and will give them a quick defeat." Fang Yan also detected Lu Tongling's biased tone and immediately cupped his hands in a gesture of gratitude, saying...

  "You little scamp, you really are a sly one. I'm telling you to be mindful of your boundaries when interacting with others, not to go out and kill people." Roger said with a laugh.

  "Lu Tongling, it's natural for friends to spar with each other like this, but enemies shouldn't be spared. Once you show mercy, the enemy will surely deliver a fatal blow." Fang Yan shook his head with a serious expression, still smiling.

  "I'm too lazy to argue with you, but I like it - being merciful to enemies is cruel to oneself."

  "That's enough, the banquet is about to begin, let's go to the hall for dinner." Roger gave Fang Yan a look of appreciation and then turned around to loudly say to the guests around him.

  "You little beast, wait for me, I'll deal with you later." Wang Doufu said fiercely to Fang Yan.

  "Hmph... if you have the guts, come and bite me now!" Fang Yan sneered, not intimidated in the slightest by Wang Doufu's venomous glare.

  As soon as Luo Ge's voice fell, the heads of various families who were invited to the city master's mansion for a banquet led their young sons and headed towards the inner court.

  It is well-known that this time, the city master Mo Shi'an set up a banquet to entertain various big families and factions in the Yangzhou City. It was all because the envoy of the Ao Han Sect would recruit a batch of young disciples in the Yangzhou City. In other words, each big family had called out the young talents of their own family, hoping to be favored by the envoy of the Ao Han Sect.

  In the depths of the entire castle, there is another inner courtyard. Those who can come here are at least Qi-refining period 7th or 8th layer cultivators, and most are under the age of 25. Each family's patriarch leads them, while the guards and slaves brought by each family can only drink and feast on a small square outside the inner courtyard.

  In the banquet within the Imperial Palace, the number of people was directly reduced by half, and among them, the young and talented cultivators were generally higher in cultivation. Most of them were at the 9th level of Qi Refining or the first two layers of Violent Spirit Realm. Among the many young talents, Fang Yan's cultivation was the worst, but no one dared to underestimate him, and everyone treated him as their arch-nemesis.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you all know the reason why I've invited you here today!" The guests had all arrived, and the banquet was in full swing. Mo Shi, the lord of Yangzhou City, strode confidently to the head of the table, his voice booming as he addressed the crowd.

  "Now, please invite the envoy of the Hao Han Sect, Wei Chang Lao, and a group of high-ranking disciples to take their seats and enjoy the feast."

  As soon as Namo's voice fell, a white-haired old man in brocade clothes walked out from the back. His beard and hair were snowy white, with an ethereal and elegant demeanor, exuding an otherworldly aura. As he appeared, he smiled warmly at He Xi, stroking his beard, and nodded kindly to greet others, making people feel as if they were basking in a warm spring breeze. Behind him followed a group of young men and women with elegant demeanors, like flowers and jade, numbering over ten.

  "Have met Wei Changlao and a group of high-ranking disciples from the Ao Han Sect."

  ……

  As soon as the envoys of the Hao Han Sect took their seats, the masters of various major families and young heroes at the banquet rushed to greet them.

  "Thank you all for attending this banquet, I'll take the lead in toasting, a toast to everyone. Having just arrived at your esteemed place, I've disturbed you." Wei Mingshan raised his wine cup and loudly addressed the crowd of soldiers.

  The cup was drained, and then all the guests took their seats one after another.

  "What is she?" Looking at the white-clad beauty beside the old man in brocade, Fang Yan discovered that this woman was none other than Xia Nianxiang, who had explored the depths of Eagle's Mouth Gorge with him.

  "Fang Yan, what's wrong with you? Why is it her? Who is she?" Fu Qingxuan, who was sitting beside Fang Yan, asked instinctively upon hearing his faint murmur.

  "There's nothing, I just feel that this person looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere before." Fang Yan shook his head when Fu Qingxuan cast him an inquiring glance.