Yan Zangfeng

A savage smile appeared at the corner of Fang Xuan's mouth. "Perfect. I'll use you to test my Divine Power."

With a stomp of his foot, he drifted dozens of paces forward. The muscles in his arm quivered, his spine like a great dragon supporting the heavens. Without using any technique from the Pine Crane Longevity Fist, he simply brought down an ordinary punch.

Even so, his body was like a great river, its surging waters crashing against the banks and raising heaps of snow-white spray.

The force of his fist exploded through the air with a sonic boom. Energy surged within him, every tendon, bone, skin, and membrane stretched open. The instant the Divine Power of his Body Tempering Realm erupted, it was like the wrath of thunder, like a god descending to earth.

A long breath flowed from his mouth and nose, his cry shaking the heavens, like a crane, like a dragon, as though some ancient beast were breathing.

"Ah..."

The Supreme Alliance man struck by Fang Xuan let out a miserable scream. His chest caved in, his internal organs shattered, blood poured from all seven orifices, and he died on the spot.

Fang Xuan laughed heartily, extremely satisfied with the Divine Power in his body.

"Attack together! Kill him!"

Sharp sword light formed a dense net around Fang Xuan, giving him the feeling that even with wings, he would be unable to escape.

Rather than advancing, Fang Xuan retreated. His body leaped into the air, the muscles of his thighs trembling as his blood and qi surged. His kick carried the force of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, as if it would shatter mountains and rivers with a single blow.

Boom!

The sword intent surrounding those men was instantly broken apart. The two men at the front were kicked to death outright.

"Run!"

"Hmph, do you think you can run? Stay here, all of you."

In less than a moment, the several dozen Supreme Alliance members who had pursued him were all beaten to death by Fang Xuan. The scene was exceptionally bloody.

Fang Xuan lowered his head and looked at his ordinary fleshy palms. No one would have imagined that these hands could split steles and shatter stones as easily as anything.

He glanced at Ren Qianxing's corpse, already nearly cold, and sighed. "Sorry."

Fang Xuan had rather liked Ren Qianxing as a character. As the major villain and second male lead of this drama, he was also the most miserable one.

The woman he loved loved his brother instead. Because of a misunderstanding, he killed his own biological father. He thought that mastering peerless martial arts would let him dominate the world, only to be taught a lesson by someone else in the end...

As the dignified second generation of a martial arts family, he had grown up fighting wild dogs for food in a den of beggars.

In short, he was simply a miserable second male lead, existing only to highlight the righteous and glorious protagonist.

The key was that the protagonist of this drama wore an agonized expression from beginning to end. He was ugly too, and indecisive in everything he did. It was truly impossible to like him.

Simply put, this was a typical wuxia television drama, very much in the style of the eighties and nineties of the last century.

Every character in it was a stereotype. Good people were bound to be benevolent, bad people were bound to be ruthless, evil would never triumph over good, and most importantly, good people would always reform evil people and make them stop doing evil from then on.

What a pain in the ass.

He reached out, grabbed Ren Qianxing's corpse and the unconscious Liu Yiyi, then swiftly vanished into the dense forest.

At a scenic spot, Fang Xuan buried Ren Qianxing.

He found another piece of blue stone and set it before the grave, using his finger as a pen to carve two lines upon it.

Perhaps I should follow the dusk away, rather than await tomorrow's dawn.

"Your life was filled with sorrow. Perhaps death is a better destination for you. Once I attain Eternal Life, I will revive you. Wait for me," Fang Xuan said softly.

After standing there for a while, Fang Xuan turned his gaze toward Liu Yiyi. "Since you're awake, stop pretending to sleep."

Only then did Liu Yiyi open her eyes, staring warily at Fang Xuan.

"Ren Qianxing, where is the masked man who captured me?" Liu Yiyi asked.

Fang Xuan subconsciously touched his face. Clearly, Liu Yiyi had merely taken him for Ren Qianxing.

It made sense. Liu Yiyi and Ren Qianxing had only just met, so she could not tell the difference between them.

Though Fang Xuan and Ren Qianxing shared the same face, their ages and temperaments were completely different. Ren Qianxing's subordinates had been able to distinguish them easily just now.

This also put an end to Fang Xuan's plan of impersonating Ren Qianxing and returning to the Supreme Alliance.

Anyone familiar with him would recognize the difference at a glance. There was no point.

"Do you know Yan Zangfeng?" Fang Xuan asked.

"No."

"Heh, next time you lie, remember to look the other person in the eyes," Fang Xuan said with a smile.

Before Liu Yiyi could react, he removed the hairpin from atop her head.

"What are you doing?" Liu Yiyi cried out.

"I still need your help with something. Don't worry. Once it's done, I will absolutely let you leave."

Liu Yiyi snorted coldly and said stubbornly, "What if I refuse?"

Whoosh!

Fang Xuan grabbed Liu Yiyi by her snow-white neck, his eyes cold. "Then die."

"Cough, cough... Let me go."

Liu Yiyi looked at Fang Xuan in terror. In that instant, she had truly felt the threat of death. This man really dared to kill her.

"Cough, cough. If it is something utterly wicked, then even if I die, I will not help you," Liu Yiyi said bitterly.

"Don't worry. Someone won't let you die."

Fang Xuan brought Liu Yiyi back to Coiling Dragon City. At an inn, he found paper and a brush, wrote a letter, and had someone deliver it along with the hairpin to a schoolhouse outside Coiling Dragon City.

Three days later, Fang Xuan waited quietly with Liu Yiyi in an open, deserted place.

"Zangfeng and I are merely ordinary friends. You can't use me to threaten him," Liu Yiyi said.

"Perhaps. Want to make a bet? We'll bet on whether Yan Zangfeng will bring what I want to save you. If he comes, you live. If he doesn't, you die," Fang Xuan said teasingly.

"I won't bet." Liu Yiyi angrily turned her head aside.

"Heh, that isn't up to you."

As time passed, just as Liu Yiyi was falling into despair, a familiar figure rode over from the distance.

"Zangfeng!" Liu Yiyi cried joyfully.

"Miss Liu."

After seeing that Liu Yiyi was safe and sound, Yan Zangfeng sighed in relief. Then he turned his gaze to Ren Qianxing, confusion in his eyes. Soon, as though he had thought of something, he blurted out, "You are... Qianxing?"

Fang Xuan also cast himself into the role of Ren Qianxing and said with a smile, "Big Brother, after so many years apart, I never expected we would meet again."

"It really is you, Qianxing. I thought I had mistaken you for someone else. You... why did you capture Miss Liu?" Yan Zangfeng asked in confusion.

"Zangfeng, don't let him fool you. He is with the Supreme Alliance now, and he is Guan Yutian's disciple. He is a terrible villain," Liu Yiyi said viciously.

Yan Zangfeng was also greatly shocked. "What? Qianxing, you're with the Supreme Alliance?"

Fang Xuan smiled faintly. "What is there to be so surprised about? More than half the martial world has submitted to the Supreme Alliance now. You could say they are all members of the Supreme Alliance. Why can't I be one too? Besides, isn't Uncle Yan also the Left Envoy of the Supreme Alliance?"

Yan Zangfeng, the protagonist, had a father who was once the Left Envoy of the Supreme Alliance. By Guan Yutian's orders, he had gone to search for the Thousand Spirits Chess Manual. However, after finding it, he hid it away and refused to hand it over.