Chapter 211: Chapter 130: Don’t Know Him
By now, the white-haired man had no strength left to fight back. He knelt there like a heap of boneless flesh. He wasn’t dead yet, but he was still trying to talk tough:
"You... you can’t kill... You can’t kill me..."
"Why?"
"Because my father... My father... is... Ye Wufeng..."
"Ye Wufeng?"
Fang Shuwen looked thoughtful.
The white-haired man’s eyes brightened slightly. He managed to force them open a little wider, thinking Fang Shuwen was weighing the consequences.
But to his surprise, after some serious thought, Fang Shuwen shook his head.
"Never heard of him."
The white-haired man’s pupils contracted. "Never heard of him...? How could you not know him? My father is..."
Before he could finish, Fang Shuwen had already begun circulating the North Nether Divine Technique. The white-haired man’s Inner Strength was exceptionally pure and potent; it took a full three breaths for Fang Shuwen to drain it completely.
He casually slapped a palm onto the man’s head.
With a dull THUD, his life was extinguished.
The body crashed to the ground. Even in death, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Fang Shuwen glanced at the buildings lining the street.
They had caused quite a commotion. At first, only the people in their inn were watching, but now it seemed like half the Jianghu people in town had gathered to see.
But the moment Fang Shuwen glanced their way, he gave them all a terrible fright.
The crowd hastily pulled their heads back, and someone even shouted in a panic:
"Hero Fang, please, we are by no means followers of the Demon Dao..."
They were worried that Fang Shuwen, in a bloodthirsty rage, would slaughter them on a whim.
The corner of Fang Shuwen’s mouth twitched. ’It’s those three words, "Demon Evil God," that are causing all this trouble,’ he thought.
He sighed and ignored them, instead reaching down to search the white-haired man’s body. The haul was considerable!
There was a large money pouch. He felt it; mostly silver notes, with a few loose silver coins.
He also pulled a book from the man’s robes. A glance at the cover under the moonlight made him pause. Written there were the words: Cloud Rain Harmony Technique.
He mulled it over for a second, flipped the book open for a look, and then hastily shut it.
He let out a slow breath.
’This definitely isn’t from a righteous path... As for this manual, I’ll have to... critique it carefully when I get back.’
With a solemn expression, he tucked the manual into his robes and strode toward Qian Fangxue’s body.
Near the shattered chair, besides Qian Fangxue, lay four other bodies.
They were the four sedan chair carriers. They hadn’t died from the aftershock of the clash between Fang Shuwen and the white-haired man.
Instead, they had been killed by the white-haired man’s River of Sword Qi.
The surging Sword Qi was harmless to Fang Shuwen, but everyone else in its path had died within the "river."
Even now, the white-haired man’s lingering Sword Qi hung in the air.
Shui Qianrou and Fang Lingxin were already going through the corpses one by one—a habit they had picked up from Fang Shuwen during their travels.
Traveling the Jianghu costs money.
Otherwise, how would they cover their expenses for food and lodging?
So, where does the money come from?
The quickest method, of course, is killing people.
But while bandits kill good people to rob them, Fang Shuwen and his companions were young heroes of the Jianghu. Naturally, they had to kill bandits and rob them of their ill-gotten gains.
Using that ill-gotten wealth for themselves was, in a way, contributing to the cause of slaying demons and devils.
These people weren’t bandits, but they were far more terrifying. Since they had died at Fang Shuwen’s hands, the silver on their bodies couldn’t be wasted.
The two girls were already well-practiced at this. Before Fang Shuwen had even reached them, they were already preparing to divvy up the loot.
After Fang Shuwen led the two of them to loot the bodies of the Demon Dao followers on the rooftops, the night’s commotion finally came to an end.
But right up to the end, none of the onlookers dared to approach Fang Shuwen.
They were still terrified of the Demon Evil God.
Fang Shuwen, however, acted as if nothing was wrong. He led the two girls back, woke up the Shopkeeper, and had him arrange for two new rooms.
The Shopkeeper looked at the gaping hole between the two rooms, on the verge of tears. Fortunately, Fang Shuwen had made a hefty profit in silver coins that night. He quickly handed over money for the repairs, which somewhat soothed the Shopkeeper’s wounded soul.
Regarding this whole affair, however, Fang Shuwen figured the final resolution would likely be in Pojun City.
In truth, ever since Fang Shuwen had found Shui Qianrou in that town and the disciples of Yuqing Pavilion had relayed the news back to their sect, these Demon Dao followers shouldn’t have made any more moves against her.
Their plan had been exposed, so capturing Shui Qianrou again would have been pointless.
Now, with the Seven Great Sects already on their way to Pojun City, this battle was likely a desperate, last-ditch effort before they had to face the Seven Sects.
Today’s attackers included the Vice Sect Leader of the Flower Moon Sect—the Sect Leader was nowhere to be seen—and only the Unclean Monk from the Joyful Zen Temple. This was far from their full strength.
Judging by the actions of the Seven Sects, the main force of this group was still in Pojun City.
’It seems another battle is unavoidable once we get there.’
’As for that white-haired man, his Martial Arts were certainly impressive...’
’...but,’ Fang Shuwen estimated, ’against the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master, he’d have a 40 percent chance of winning, at best.’
He’d be the four, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master the six.
The Hundred Ghosts Hall Master was just that formidable; killing him was no easy feat.
The white-haired man, on the other hand, was easy to kill. You didn’t even need to chop off his head to be sure he was dead.
But one thing puzzled Fang Shuwen. The white-haired man’s Martial Arts were clearly from a righteous path, without the slightest hint of the Demon Dao. So why was he traveling with that group?
’From the looks of it... he was even their main pillar of support?’
’And with just that level of skill, he dared to challenge the Seven Great Sects and even tried to incite a conflict between the Celestial Water Palace and the Seven Sects?’
’Honestly,’ Fang Shuwen thought, ’he was completely overestimating himself.’
’Of course, it’s possible he had a real expert backing him up. His father, for instance... Ye Wufeng?’
"Just who in the world is this Ye Wufeng?"
Fang Shuwen sighed. He felt his knowledge of the Jianghu was still far too limited.
The white-haired man had been so certain of the name’s power. The man must be famous... but unfortunately, Fang Shuwen truly had no idea who he was.
The rest of the night passed without incident. The next day, the group resumed their journey, and the following several days remained calm and uneventful.
However, news of Fang Shuwen slaying several Demon Dao masters in a single night and killing a mysterious white-haired man with one palm strike spread like wildfire.
It only added more blood-soaked tales to his reputation as one of the Evil Gods and Demons.
「And so, at noon one day」, under a surprisingly warm sun that did little to fight the cold winter wind, the trio finally walked through the gates of Pojun City.
But before he could get a good look at the streets and alleys of Pojun City, a miserable scream, accompanied by the gleeful braying of a donkey, caught Fang Shuwen’s attention.
Looking toward the source of the sound, he saw a familiar figure locked in a furious battle with a mottled gray donkey, right in the middle of a public square...
Fang Shuwen clicked his tongue. He had a feeling he was about to find out exactly who Ye Wufeng was.
