Chapter 412 - 208 Unwelcome Visitor_7

Fang Yu:...

This efficiency is indeed faster than general Martial Arts.

But it seems... there’s no rapid progress like "improving by leaps and bounds," or "speeding up the progress," right?

Or perhaps, in the eyes of an NPC, a Martial Arts that takes several years to improve, having several subtle changes in one night is already a manifestation of superior talent.

But compared to system-leveling, this is nothing!

Fang Yu looked at the proficiency prompt [Rooting into the Earth (3/2000)] and sighed.

Forget it, I am not destined for arduous cultivation, I don’t have that talent, you know.

Speaking of giving up, it seems unnecessary. Whatever I train is still training; this one increases proficiency faster than general Martial Arts, maybe someday it’ll suddenly level up and I’ll have several attribute points to spare.

He glanced at his second sister.

[Diao Ruru: 6/6.]

Goodness, her health went up by another point.

Ding Hui really has some tricks up his sleeve.

But isn’t he feeding second sister too many herbal soups? Her belly seems a bit swollen...

"Umm?!"

It seemed like second sister suddenly started slapping Ding Hui’s wrist, almost choking.

"Ding Hui?!"

Fang Yu shouted, but Ding Hui showed no sign of stopping.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle...

Second sister managed to drink it all down forcibly, gasping for air, tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Ding, Doctor Ding, isn’t tonight’s dose of the herbal soup too much? My, my stomach feels a bit uneasy."

"There are three more bowls, come on, keep it up."

Fang Yu could hardly stand to watch.

"Ding Hui, let’s continue tomorrow, second sister is feeling unwell."

"..."

Ding Hui gave him a sidelong glance, apparently weighing something, and finally sighed.

"Alright, let’s call it a day for now. We’ll continue tomorrow."

"Thank goodness!"

Second sister cheered, then collapsed on the table, her eyelids fluttering as they slowly closed.

"I feel... like I’m falling apart... today..."

With those words, she started snoring.

"Look what you’ve done to her," Fang Yu said with frustration, looking at Ding Hui, who put her index finger to her lips.

"Shh."

What?

Fang Yu was slightly taken aback.

Boom!!

A red steam billowed from second sister’s body, lifting her sleeping form into the air.

"What did you feed her?!"

"Shut up! I told you I know what I’m doing. Her Spirit Powder has been suppressed for too long; it will only integrate deeper into her body. Proper release is necessary so that it can be better separated later."

"..."

Darn it!

When it comes to professionalism, I have no say in the matter.

I’m not the one with the technical knowledge.

"Well, you’re busy then..."

"Nonsense! I’ll take her back to her room. You continue your training."

Without waiting for Fang Yu’s response, Ding Hui pushed the floating second sister into the room like a balloon, closed the door, and all went silent.

Fang Yu continued his cultivation in frustration; after all, a Martial Artist has abundant energy. Tonight, I’ll be a liver emperor, working hard on my proficiency to see the efficiency.

Holding Brother Qing’s Demon Bloodline, I should have some natural talent for Martial Arts.

When Fang Yu was deeply immersed in practicing [Rooting into the Earth], feeling he was about to increase his proficiency...

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door from outside.

Fang Yu was startled.

Because by now, it was already late at night.

They had already lit the oil lamps in the house, casting a faint glow.

The streets outside should be shrouded in darkness.

At this time, at this moment, someone was knocking on the door?

This is truly a bit abnormal.

Fang Yu squinted his eyes, glancing in the direction of his second sister’s room.

It seems Ding Hui is still engrossed in his research, oblivious to the world outside.

Then let me see, who comes knocking on the door at this late hour.

Could it be that Che Linfang has returned? Or could it be someone from the Foolish Underworld coming to investigate and it has somehow involved us?

He approached the door.

Creak...

He opened it.

Standing at the door was a young man in black clothes.

Moreover, Fang Yu recognized him.

"Lin... Wu?"

The face of Lin Wu moved above Lin Wu’s head.

There, Lin Wu’s latest health bar was displayed.

[Lin Wu: 150/150.]

health?

What was Lin Wu’s health bar last time I saw him?

Wasn’t it just around 30 points?

What’s this situation? A stroke of luck?

No, this doesn’t add up. Lin Wu, what sort of mystical encounter could you possibly have had?

Could it be that you’ve taken refuge with Yuan Hongxin, gorging on his heart-drilling demons?

Fang Yu squinted slightly.

"Junior Brother Lin, coming to me so late, what’s the matter? If it’s about the issues with the Martial Arts Hall, there’s no need to mention it. I am now a disciple of Yangshen Hall. My master should understand my difficulties."

There’s no way I’m going back; I don’t even want to see Yuan Hongxin’s monstrous face.

Under the moonlight, Lin Wu slowly raised his head, opening his eyes to look at Fang Yu.

"There’s no need to pretend, that movement just now has exposed you, causing a disturbance in the [Spirit Path]. I thought I was the only one who had secretly traversed the [Spirit Path] to this place, but it turns out there’s competition from others of our kind. Too many monks and not enough gruel; I think we need to divide our territories. What do you say, kin?"

What?

Fang Yu was instantly stunned.

That taste, it feels a bit demonic.

A clench in Fang Yu’s heart, and now looking at Lin Wu under the moonlight, his attire was exactly the black clothing mentioned by Che Linfang.

Black clothing, youth, last night, kin...

A flash of insight seemed to cross Fang Yu’s mind.

"Are you Hu Shusheng?!"

As soon as these words fell, Fang Yu felt something was wrong.

Because the blood volume didn’t match.

Although Hu Shusheng is just a lowly demon, he also had several hundred blood volume, not the neat 100s.

So what was happening?

He was baffled.

Lin Wu was slightly taken aback too.

As if not understanding what Fang Yu was talking about.

But his brows also began to slowly furrow.

"No, that’s not right... that’s not you... that presence, it has nothing to do with you!"

As if sniffing something, his gaze moved slowly from Fang Yu’s body to the closed door behind him.

Lin Wu’s eyes gradually brightened.

"So it’s hiding inside."

Lin Wu smiled, his voice suddenly rising a few notches.

"Fellow kin, no need to hide anymore, I have found you. Come out, let us discuss this peacefully and resolve the issue. If possible, I don’t want to be enemies with my own kind."

What... does this mean?

Fang Yu was bewildered.

Kin?

The kin in the room behind?

Wait!

Could it be?!

Fang Yu’s eyes widened in an instant.

"You are... a Spirit?! A Believer!!"

That was the only explanation!

My second sister had been misunderstood by Monk Quan Heng, a Believer, before.

Now Lin Wu, behaving so oddly, had a response similar to that of Monk Quan Heng.

Wait!

Lin Wu isn’t Hu Shusheng.

And yet he fits the image of the Little Tonic Tavern’s assailant.

Doesn’t that mean... the Little Tonic Tavern incident was Lin Wu’s doing.

If Lin Wu is a Believer, then does Hu Shusheng still live??

So... was everything orchestrated by Lin Wu?!

However, Fang Yu’s words were completely ignored by Lin Wu.

As if Fang Yu didn’t even qualify to get a glance from him.

From beginning to end, he was only conversing with someone inside the room.

But now, Lin Wu seemed to have realized something wasn’t adding up.

"No, this ain’t right! Not right!!! What in the world is inside that? It’s not my kin!!"

Lin Wu suddenly roared furiously and stepped into the room with a heavy stomp.

Snap!

Just as his body was about to fully step into the room, his hand was firmly grasped by Fang Yu.

Lin Wu’s furious eyes glanced at him sideways.

"Worthless ant."

Bang!!!

In an instant, a violent force knocked Fang Yu flying, slamming him against the wall inside the house.

-100!

[Life: 4316/4416.]

"Quiet!"

Almost at the moment Fang Yu hit the wall, Ding Hui just happened to open the door and roared out.

But as the door opened, Ding Hui was stunned.

In front, a rolling red steam was lifting a black-clothed youth into midair, gazing down from a great height.

And on the wall next to them, marked with a dent, was Fang Yu slowly peeling away.

"What happened...?"

Ding Hui was flabbergasted.

"It’s not you either!!"

The black-clothed youth floating in midair twisted his hand in the air.

Whoosh!

The rolling red steam that was spilling out from around the black-clothed youth rushed toward Ding Hui like a command, surging madly like a red tide!

"Ding Hui?!"

"What’s happening aaaaah!!"

Armor...ize!!!