"I have official duties to attend to. Once Iâm done, I will go and pay respects to Master myself."
"Youâre not in a position to decide that! Master has given a strict order that you must be brought back, even if it means beating you until you canât move and dragging you there!"
Such arrogance!
Fang Yu began to doubt himself a bit.
Is it me... who no longer commands respect?
He glanced at Lin Wu beside him, who was trembling with nerves and looking haggard.
Speaking of which, youâre from the Lin Family too. Why not share some information about the Lin Family instead of bringing the martial arts schoolâs troubles to me?
Fang Yu was somewhat frustrated.
All he wanted was to hear some news; why did it feel so hard?
Then he looked at the people eating breakfast at the tables next to them.
Indeed, the moment his name was mentioned, it caused a huge commotion.
"Holy shit! Is that Diao Deyi?!"
"I know, I know! Heâs a survivor from the Peony Workshop! Rumors say heâs actually a demon! Otherwise, why did the Green Demon kill everyone but spare him?"
"It canât be, right? If he were a demon, would the Foolish Underworld let him live?"
"Well, who knows? Maybe he has some tricks up his sleeve that can deceive the people from the Foolish Underworld."
The person said this with an awkward defiance.
But most people were somewhat skeptical.
After all, itâs the Foolish Underworldâs business to chase down demons. Who would believe that a demon has infiltrated the Foolish Underworld?
Song Dongmen frowned slightly.
He felt something peculiar.
This junior brother who joined the sect later, he seems quite famous?
And he knows some strange moves from beyond our Sect.
But, heâs no match for me!
Because, I am the lead senior disciple of the Yuan Body Martial Arts School!
Inside the Yuan Body Martial Arts School, I am the strongest!
This is what Master has told me, and he could never be wrong!
"Yuan Body Phantom White Kick!"
Purple, blue, and red powders converged, swirling around Song Dongmen like clouds.
Fang Yu was stunned.
Whatâs this?
This thing... is Yuan Body Phantom White Kick?
Fang Yu was flabbergasted.
This damn thing couldnât even form a proper Bone Armor?
Song Dongmen had obviously misunderstood Fang Yuâs perplexed expression.
He said coldly.
"Do you see it? This is my Yuan Body Phantom White Kick!"
"This is the Cloud Powder Leg Technique that only I, as the lead senior disciple, can cultivate!"
"With this leg technique empowering me, my speed will exceed the capture ability of your eyesight!"
Bang!
With a push from his feet, Song Dongmen charged over.
"So fast!"
The onlookers from the neighboring tables exclaimed.
"This is the true strength of our lead senior disciple!"
Lin Wu next to them held his breath.
Then, they saw Fang Yu raise his hand.
Smack!!!
With one slap, Fang Yu knocked Song Dongmen to the ground where he tumbled several times. With a swollen face, Song Dongmen lay there, dumbfounded, his head spinning, seemingly still not understanding what had happened.
-101!
A red critical hit.
[Song Dongmen: 155/300.]
Fang Yu hadnât used his full strength.
Otherwise, with the Bone Armor, a couple of slaps could kill a man.
Whatâs the deal with Song Dongmen?
High levels but low abilities?
His stats looked pretty good on paper.
But in an actual fight, he was utterly incompetent. I wonder how he has been cultivating.
Itâs like... he only focuses on relentless cultivation without doing anything else, just blindly cultivating.
Fang Yu even doubted that even if his strength dropped by a notch or two, he would still be able to easily kill this trash.
Pure trash.
Under Fang Yuâs slap, the exclamation from the neighboring table ceased abruptly, eyes widened, and they were momentarily unable to react.
"What happened? What just happened?"
"Why did that guy get knocked down all of a sudden? Didnât he just charge over here really quickly?"
"The disparity! The disparity! This is the strength of one of the Ten Householders of the Foolish Underworld; average martial artists canât even scrape a mark on him!"
Regaining their senses, the crowd began to whisper in shock, murmuring to one another.
But their voices, inevitably, reached Song Dongmenâs ears.
His face turned red in an instant.
Flushing with embarrassment, Song Dongmen stood up abruptly.
Pointing his sword at Fang Yu.
"You, youâre cheating! Fight me fair and square with the martial arts of the Yuan Body Gym! I will not lose to you!"
As these words came out.
Not just Fang Yu, but even the onlookers couldnât help but feel tense.
"Brother, are you out of your mind? Did I not see someone knock you into a pigâs head without much of a technique, and youâre sure you still need others to use your so-called gymâs cultivation techniques to fight you?"
"Heh heh heh heh! So overconfident! Havenât you realized? This Householder from the Foolish Underworld was holding back! With the strength he just displayed, if he were serious, you wouldnât last a single move!"
"Itâs important to know oneself. If I were you, I wouldâve run far away by now, not still have the shame to stand here shouting for a duel."
Hearing these words, Song Dongmenâs face turned even redder, his complexion resembling the color of liver, and his chest heaved violently.
"You, you all! Youâre too bullying!!"
He glared angrily at Fang Yu.
"Today, you win. But tomorrow, I want you to come to the Yuan Body Gym, and we will have another match!"
"Then, I will make you understand that all these tricks are useless! Only the martial arts of our Yuan Body Gym are the strongest!"
Fuming, Song Dongmen stomped his foot, sheathed his sword, and left.
Win, won?
Junior Brother Diao, won???
Lin Wu stared unbelievingly with wide eyes.
He couldnât fathom this outcome.
Could this be... a moment of sudden enlightenment?
Could this be... a moment of sudden enlightenment!!!
He clenched his fists tightly.
And abruptly stood up, turned around, and walked away.
"Eh? Lin Wu? Senior Brother Lin? How is junior sister Shan doing? Why didnât she come with you? And what about your family..."
Fang Yu was still asking, but Lin Wu had already walked far away.
Fang Yu immediately felt regretful.
If he had known, he would have asked directly about the Lin Familyâs matters, instead of starting with small talk.
After all, he wasnât close with junior sister Shan; he was just having an awkward chat, trying to steer the conversation towards the Lin Family.
Forget it, forget it, Lin Wu has left; he should just go to Li Baizhen to acquire information.
Watching Lin Wuâs dejected figure leaving, Fang Yu shook his head slightly and looked in the direction of the Foolish Underworld.
...
In a civilianâs firewood room.
A woman, with her hands and feet bound, a rag stuffed in her mouth, was locked in here.
Her clothes were dirty and tattered, seeming to indicate she had been held for some time.
Her face also showed signs of hunger, indicating she wasnât fed well, and might even have about suffered starvation.
Her name was Shan Feizhen, a disciple of the Yuan Body Gym.
But her background was not noble.
She was of ordinary descent.
Because of a stroke of luck and aptitude, she entered the doors of the martial gym.
She thought it was like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, but her so-called genius aptitude was just mediocre in the gym.
After accepting reality, Shan Feizhen just started to accept her mediocrity and focused on practicing her martial arts.
That was when she heard a piece of news.
That one of her peers, a senior sister, had married into the executive levels of the West House Gang.
All of a sudden, she had shot up the ranks.
She not only left the gym but also became a higher-up.
Eating and drinking well every day, attended by servants, with nothing to do but enjoy herself.
Shan Feizhen was tempted.
But her conditions were not good, yet unexpectedly, someone suddenly came knocking.
And it was someone from the Lin Family!