Fang Sheng Descends into Madness! A Chance Encounter!

"Is it really just a little?"

Liang Cheng looked at Lu Xuan suspiciously. Why did he feel that this "little" was a difference of a hundred and eight thousand miles?

Lofty Mountain Range!

A pair of feet stepped onto the lush green grass, scattering the morning dew clinging to the blades.

The newcomer was none other than Lu Xuan.

Ever since learning from that bandit that they had a master behind them, Lu Xuan had felt like a fishbone lodged in his throat.

Thus, early the next morning, he hurried to the Lofty Mountain Range to verify whether what that bandit had said was true.

If it was true, then they could not blame him.

He would never allow anyone targeting the Lu Family to remain alive in this world.

Lu Xuan stared indifferently at the rolling mountain peaks ahead. The detailed location the bandit had revealed before his death surfaced in his mind.

Without further thought, Lu Xuan drew upon his inner qi. With a flash of movement, he turned into an afterimage and vanished into the mountains.

With inner qi enhancing the Wind Chasing Steps, Lu Xuan was like a tiger that had grown wings. Even before steep and perilous mountains, he moved as though walking on level ground.

Less than half an hour after Lu Xuan left, five more figures followed the path he had just taken.

"Lord Li, this is the path leading deep into the Lofty Mountain Range. Black Wind Stronghold's chief, Fang Sheng, is inside."

The speaker was Chen Shi, the Chief Constable of the County Office. The four beside him were Li Yanran's three companions and Ye Qingxuan.

As for Ye Qingxuan, she had pestered Li Yanran relentlessly before finally being allowed to come along and see the excitement.

However, Ye Qingxuan could only stay outside the bandit stronghold with Chen Shi and keep watch, while Li Yanran and the other two would enter and deal with Black Wind Stronghold's chief, Fang Sheng.

Following Chen Shi's gaze, Li Yanran swept her eyes over the Lofty Mountain Range before saying, "Constable Chen, continue leading the way. We must avoid letting the night grow long and dreams multiply, lest Fang Sheng notice something."

"Yes, Lord Li!"

While Lu Xuan and Li Yanran's group were heading toward the stronghold.

At this moment, Fang Sheng sat within the stronghold, his face dark. The White Lotus in his chest had grown exceptionally bright, blooming with an eerie white glow that illuminated his face.

The flesh-and-blood embryo atop the White Lotus had also grown much larger than before. It pulsed faster than ever, as though it would burst free from his body the next moment.

Crash!

With the crisp sound of a teacup shattering, Fang Sheng furiously swept the cup from the table.

"Trash!"

"A bunch of trash!"

Seeing that the Second Head and Third Head had yet to return, Fang Sheng could no longer suppress his rage.

Fang Sheng felt the White Lotus within him rapidly devouring his Qi and Blood, while all the medicinal herbs in the stronghold's storehouse had already been consumed by him.

The commotion from the stronghold hall caused several bandits standing guard outside to rush in.

Yet the moment they saw the anger on their chief's face, fear rose in their hearts.

"Chief, the Second Head and Third Head still haven't returned. Do you need us to make a trip to Azure Cloud County?"

"Get out!"

Hearing their chief tell them to get out, the bandits felt as if a great burden had been lifted. Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately turned and walked out.

At that moment, brilliant white light flickered in Fang Sheng's eyes. Looking closely, one could see an illusory White Lotus deep within his pupils.

Eat!

Eat!

I want to eat!

The last trace of Fang Sheng's sanity finally vanished. His eyes burned as he looked into the distance, at the few people walking out of the stronghold hall.

As the Qi and Blood in his body drained away at a rapid pace, intense hunger gained the upper hand, and Fang Sheng produced an inconceivable thought!

It was a thought that even terrified Fang Sheng himself. He wanted to eat those people—he truly wanted to.

It smells so good!

Fang Sheng seemed to catch a strange scent, a fragrance he had never smelled before.

It was coming from those people ahead.

The scent of meat!

That was right, the scent of meat!

"Wait!"

Just as those relieved bandits stepped out of the stronghold hall with one foot.

An ill-timed voice rang out and reached their ears.

The bandits' bodies froze in an instant, and the feet they had just lifted out of the hall drew back.

Because that voice had come from their own chief. Their hearts, which had just settled, leapt into their throats again.

Just as the bandits were about to turn around, a figure swiftly appeared behind them.

Squelch!

It was the sound of something being pierced, accompanied by what seemed to be the splatter of some liquid.

The bandit standing in the middle wore a bewildered expression as he slowly looked down.

His body had been pierced through by a shriveled arm. In its withered hand was a violently beating heart.

The bandits beside him also noticed this sudden change and looked behind them in horror.

"Chief, you, you, you..."

Only then did they realize that their own chief had done it!

Before they could flee, Fang Sheng pulled back his shriveled arm, then shifted his gaze toward the remaining bandits.

Fang Sheng's burning gaze was like that of someone looking at delicacies laid out on a table, eager to swallow them all alive.

"Chief, spare—"

The bandits had barely begun to beg for mercy when several more thuds of bodies hitting the ground rang out.

At the foot of the mountain, not far from the stronghold.

Lu Xuan had already arrived. Although he had the detailed location provided by that bandit, this was Lu Xuan's first time in the Lofty Mountain Range.

Along the way, he had gotten lost for a while, delaying his journey considerably.

Just as Lu Xuan was about to head uphill, several footsteps suddenly sounded not far behind him.

Lu Xuan's brows rose slightly in surprise, and he turned to look behind him.

Why were there footsteps in these deep mountains and old forests?

Were they bandits? Or something else?

Looking up, Lu Xuan saw five figures several hundred meters away, hurrying in his direction.

"Hm? It's him?"

"Chen Shi, the Chief Constable of the County Office?"

"That woman looks somewhat familiar too. It feels like I've seen her somewhere before."

Lu Xuan had met Chen Shi, the Chief Constable of the County Office, on several occasions.

When his father, Lu Jiahe, had celebrated his birthday, Chen Shi had visited the Lu Family to offer his congratulations.

While Lu Xuan was watching them, they also noticed his presence.

Lu Xuan frowned. He had initially planned to hide, but realizing they had already seen him, he abandoned the idea and stood where he was, waiting for them to approach.

"Lord Li, be careful! There's someone ahead!"

Chen Shi spotted Lu Xuan standing in the distance, and Li Yanran naturally saw him as well.

Li Yanran examined Lu Xuan with her beautiful eyes. When the distance between them was less than ten meters.

Two cries of surprise rang out.

"It's you!"

"It's you, that kid from the Lu Family!"