I Can Merge Techniques

Chapter 478: Chapter 154: Flesh Against Profound Weapon, the Might of Breaking the Limit; Demon Suppression Crushes Fiery Sun, An Eye for an Eye

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He rushed over, bowed with his hands clasped, and said in a flurry, "Lord Chu, this is all a misunderstanding! My subordinates were ignorant and have offended you!"

"A misunderstanding?" Chu Fan lifted his foot, planting it on Xia Yao’s chest. He applied a bit of pressure, and Xia Yao immediately coughed up blood and screamed in agony.

Nearby, White Snake’s eyes lit up. Clenching her fists, she whispered in admiration, "So cool!"

Sheng Yang fell silent the moment he saw this, the cold sweat on his forehead beading even more densely.

’Even if I fought them myself, there’s no way I could handle both of them so effortlessly.’

’Yet Chu Fan had defeated two Hall Masters as if he were just toying with children!’

’The intel clearly stated Chu Fan was only at the Fifth Heaven of the Spirit Awakening Realm. When the Celestial Wolf Gang and Celestial Blade Pavilion went after him, they only sent Spirit Awakening Realm disciples...’

’How could he be this terrifyingly strong? Dealing with cultivators at the Late Stage of the Divine Power Realm was like taking candy from a baby for him!’

’Sheng Yang was filled with shock and regret. I originally thought Chu Fan was just throwing his weight around with his Demon Suppression Bureau identity. Only now do I realize that even without the Bureau, Chu Fan alone could topple my entire Fiery Sun Gang!’

’Those two idiots! They provoked the Seven Stars Gang just to suck up to the Zhang Family. Not only did they get nothing out of it, but they also brought this fiend down on us!’

’The Celestial Wolf Gang and the Celestial Blade Pavilion were so arrogant before, and didn’t they fall to Chu Fan all the same?’

’How could they be so incapable of learning a lesson!’

Sheng Yang gritted his teeth, took an exquisite Jade Box from his sleeve, and presented it to Chu Fan with both hands. His tone was even more reverent. "Lord Chu, please quell your anger. It is my failure for not disciplining my subordinates properly. This is a small gift. Please accept it as my apology."

Chu Fan took the Jade Box and opened it. Inside, two items lay nestled within.

One was a ginseng root that looked as if carved from beautiful blood jade, its tendrils clearly defined, with a faint Spiritual Light swirling around it.

The other was a fist-sized piece of metal, its surface glinting with specks of cold starlight, and it was icy to the touch.

"Oh!" Cyan Snake leaned in, a peculiar glint in her eyes. "This is actually a blood jade ginseng! It’s an incredibly rare herb, a sacred treasure for healing. Look at the quality—it must be over one hundred and thirty years old."

The corner of Sheng Yang’s mouth twitched, but he forced a smile. "This ginseng is actually more than one hundred and fifty years old, young lady."

’He felt a sharp pang in his heart. He had treasured this blood jade ginseng for many years, planning to use it for his breakthrough to the Acupoint Realm. Now, he was forced to part with it.’

"Lord Chu, please look..." Sheng Yang continued, pointing at the metal. "This is Star Ink Iron, an excellent material for forging Profound Weapons. Even a small piece like this can raise a Profound Weapon’s quality by a full grade."

"Not bad, not bad." Chu Fan gave the items a passing glance, then closed the Jade Box and stored it away.

Seeing Chu Fan accept his gift, Sheng Yang felt a bit more at ease. He asked tentatively, "My lord, then... what about my two subordinates...?"

"And you are?" Chu Fan asked, looking at Sheng Yang with a flat tone.

Sheng Yang almost coughed up a mouthful of blood at the question, but he kept his ingratiating smile. "I am Sheng Yang, the Gang Leader of the Fiery Sun Gang."

"Ah, so you’re Leader Sheng." Chu Fan nodded, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "If your men were as sensible as you, we wouldn’t have had this trouble today, would we?"

He glanced at Xia Yao and Zhang Heng, who were struggling weakly on the ground, and said coolly, "An eye for an eye... It feels so good. If you want revenge, feel free to come find me at the Seven Stars Gang anytime."

Xia Yao and Zhang Heng clutched their chests, blood still seeping from their mouths and noses. Their hearts were filled with terror. ’Get revenge? We could get revenge on anyone else in the world, but we’d never dare go after Chu Fan!’

’That wouldn’t be revenge, that would be delivering ourselves to his doorstep for another thrashing!’ The two didn’t dare say a word, opting instead to lie on the ground and play dead.

But unexpectedly, Chu Fan bent down and picked up the golden rope and Zhang Heng’s saber from the ground as well.

Xia Yao almost coughed up blood. "My Profound Weapon!"

"No, it’s *my* Profound Weapon now," Chu Fan said, casually stashing the items in his Sumeru Ring.

Xia Yao and Zhang Heng: "..."

Sheng Yang: "..."

’They had never seen such a shameless, insatiably greedy person!’

’He took the Gang Leader’s two treasures, and now he was even snatching their Profound Weapons...’

’A single lapse in judgment had cost them everything!’

Xia Yao and Zhang Heng both coughed up another mouthful of blood and fainted dead away.

Chu Fan turned to leave, but then seemed to recall something. He looked back at Sheng Yang and said, "By the way, weren’t they trying to suck up to the Zhang Family? To Zhang Ling’Er?"

"Take a message to Zhang Ling’Er for me. And to Ye Chang’an of the Medicine King Pavilion."

His tone abruptly turned cold, laced with a biting chill. "Zhang Ling’Er had the Medicine King Pavilion blacklist the Seven Stars Gang. I remember that."

"I, Chu Fan, always repay every grievance. Tell them to get ready—if I don’t beat the shit out of them, then my name’s not Chu Fan!"

"Yes, yes, of course..." Sheng Yang nodded again and again, though he was inwardly puzzled. He felt like something was off, but he didn’t dare to dwell on it. All he wanted was for Chu Fan to leave as soon as possible.

The disciples of the Fiery Sun Gang felt as if a great boulder was crushing their chests. Only when Chu Fan’s group had disappeared into the distance was that weight finally lifted, and they all began to gasp for breath.

...

On a nearby street corner, amidst the crowd of onlookers, stood a young man in a green robe, his expression as dark as ink.

Embroidered on his lapel was the medicine cauldron insignia of the Medicine King Pavilion. When he saw Chu Fan and the others leaving, he quietly backed away, slipped into an alley, and hurried off.