Obtaining Top Art on Family's Extermination Night

Chapter 348: Chapter 176: What Does Who You Are Have to Do with Me? (2)

Sun Buping’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke coldly,

"Ye Wufeng... deserves to die!"

"For you, he certainly does."

The Cyan-robed Saintess chuckled softly.

"If not for his meddling thirty years ago, I imagine Sect Leader Sun would be surrounded by children and grandchildren today."

"Saintess!"

An intense killing intent erupted from Sun Buping’s eyes.

The killing intent wasn’t aimed at the person before him, yet it was so thick it was impossible to dispel.

The Cyan-robed Saintess paid it no mind. She simply picked up her teacup, lifted a corner of her cyan veil, and took a sip before speaking.

"Tang Lie of the Huiwu Sect is dead. Something about this isn’t right."

"This must be a deliberate move by the Demon Evil God. There’s no need to make the matter of the Celestial Eagle Alliance public."

"He must have his own plans. There’s no need for you to get involved."

Sun Buping froze, suddenly recalling something.

When Fang Shuwen had gone on his rampage in Anyue City, the Saintess Sect’s attitude had been rather ambiguous.

Her words now were practically an open declaration that the Saintess Sect was standing with Fang Shuwen.

’Is today’s conversation a word of advice, given to me because I’ve placed my bets on Fang Shuwen?’

At this thought, Sun Buping’s expression grew strange.

"There’s something... I’m not sure if I should ask."

"If you’re not sure whether you should ask, then don’t."

The Cyan-robed Saintess waved a dismissive hand.

"That is all I wanted to tell you."

"Thank you for your guidance, Saintess."

As expected, Sun Buping asked no more questions. He rose to his feet and departed the tea room.

He left the Cyan-robed Saintess alone, sitting on the soft couch and staring blankly into her teacup.

After a long moment, she suddenly smiled.

"He’s quite a handful, too..."

...

...

For the time being, Fang Shuwen was unaware of what had transpired on Celestial Martial Peak.

He was still en route to Celestial Martial Peak, and his destination was not far off.

He would arrive in two days at most.

The pair was currently resting at an inn in a small town.

Long Qingzhi sat by the window, her expression serene as she gazed at the street outside.

Drawing her gaze back into the room, she looked toward Fang Shuwen.

"The old man at the street stall has looked toward our room three times. A table of Jianghu men in the restaurant opposite us has looked six times, and the owner of the flatbread stall across the street has looked five times."

"Brother Fang, that’s all I’ve been able to see."

"Not bad."

Fang Shuwen, who was washing his face, dried himself off as he walked over to the window and sat down across from Long Qingzhi.

"The closer we get to Celestial Martial Peak, the more obvious the hostility around us becomes."

"Especially after the news spread that I massacred the people of the Northern Domain, many can no longer hold themselves back."

"I just don’t know if the power of the Cyan Sheep Order will hold until we reach Celestial Martial Peak."

Long Qingzhi blinked.

"What if they ignore the Cyan Sheep Order?"

"Then they’re in for a world of pain."

Fang Shuwen grinned.

"You don’t think the Cyan Sheep Order is meant to protect us, do you?"

Long Qingzhi immediately laughed.

"That’s true."

After all, the obstacles they had encountered on their journey weren’t just limited to Anyue City.

People came at them one after another, only to die one after another.

Before Fang Shuwen, such people had never been a true obstacle.

"Oh, and come here."

Fang Shuwen suddenly beckoned to Long Qingzhi.

Long Qingzhi stood up and moved to Fang Shuwen’s side. As the distance between them shrank, her cheeks began to turn red.

"Brother Fang, what is it?"

Fang Shuwen suddenly reached out and tapped her gently on the forehead.

"Hey!"

Long Qingzhi’s eyes went wide.

"Brother Fang, why did you hit me?"

"Try and feel."

Fang Shuwen pointed to the spot between her eyebrows.

"I left a little... erm, a little something inside of you."

He’d spoken without thinking, but as the words hung in the air, he suddenly realized they didn’t sound quite right.

For some reason, he suddenly missed Yu Yaoguang.

Long Qingzhi, on the other hand, saw nothing wrong with his phrasing. She reached up to rub the spot between her eyebrows, and after concentrating for a moment, her expression suddenly changed.

"It feels... it feels like there’s a wisp of wind hidden in there."

"It’s very faint. I think... I think I can push it out?"

"Don’t touch it yet."

Fang Shuwen said,

"That’s a sliver of my Palm Power. I left it for you. If you’re in danger, you can release it. It might just save your life when you need it most."

Long Qingzhi’s eyes went wide.

"Is such a thing even possible?"

"It’s just a little trick."

Fang Shuwen sounded casual, but in reality, he had poured a great deal of thought into this "little trick" during their journey.

He had only managed to create it because of his blessed Fourfold Comprehension and Talent.

’I wonder how Ye Wufeng created it back then,’ he thought.

At this thought, Fang Shuwen had to admit, the Northern Domain Sword God was truly a capable man.

What Fang Shuwen didn’t know, however, was that this technique was not of Ye Wufeng’s own creation.

It was a legacy Secret Technique of the Sword God Palace.

One that had taken the blood, sweat, and tears of several generations to perfect.

Yet, with his peerless comprehension, Fang Shuwen had managed to create it from nothing in the span of a single month.

If Ye Wufeng ever found out, who knew what kind of expression he would make.

Long Qingzhi, meanwhile, touched the spot between her eyebrows, her face alight with joy.

"This way, I won’t be completely helpless anymore. Thank you, Brother Fang!"

Fang Shuwen felt the urge to pat Long Qingzhi’s head again. ’In some ways, she’s so much like Lingxin,’ he thought. ’I wonder how my little sister is doing at Yuqing Pavilion.’