Killing on the Doorstep (Seeking Collection)

Fang Xi touched his chest, took out a small medicine bottle, poured out a pink pill from it, and stuffed it directly into Chunyu's mouth.

Although Chunyu was unconscious at the moment, she was still resisting faintly.

However, Fang Xi wouldn't be polite with her. He forced open her jaw and used his finger to push the pill in...

Besides this, he also took out several gold needles and inserted them into Chunyu's head.

"Mmm..."

Chunyu's eyelids twitched violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes. Her originally clear eyes were filled with a daze.

"Tell me, your name..."

Fang Xi's eyes shone brightly, and his words carried a strange power.

This was the 'Soul Bewitching Technique'!

It was a little trick Fang Xi learned from Nine Profound Venerable.

It required the cooperation of medicine and acupuncture, and could only be used by a cultivator with Spiritual Awareness on a mortal without Spiritual Awareness. If the target was even a cultivator at the first layer of Qi Refining, it would be completely ineffective, meaning it had many restrictions.

As for techniques like the legendary 'Soul Searching Technique' that could be used on cultivators, Fang Xi had never even seen one.

"Chunyu..."

A faint blue light flashed in Chunyu's eyes, and she answered blankly.

"Tell me, what is your status at Yuan He Mountain..." Fang Xi continued to ask.

"Yuan He Mountain's executive stationed in Black Stone City..."

"What is your purpose for coming out this time?"

"To capture Zhang Junming. My uncle-master instructed me to keep him alive..."

"Capture? That's a bit strange..." Fang Xi rubbed his chin. "Tell me all the Martial Arts you know... If there are any scrolls or Divine Intent Diagrams, tell me their location..."

Half an hour later.

"What a pity..."

Fang Xi looked at Chunyu's beautiful figure and sighed.

According to her confession under the Soul Bewitching Technique, she had not cultivated Yuan He Mountain's famous secret art—Yuan He Five Thunder Hands!

In fact, within the entire Yuan He Mountain branch, only Linghu Yang had received the true inheritance, and even then, it was only a partial version, reaching the level of a True Energy Martial Master at most, with no subsequent Martial Saint content.

Hmm, in Chunyu's mind, there was another name for Grandmaster—True Gang Martial Saint!

Other than that, this woman was of no further use.

Fang Xi's palm gently stroked her beautiful hair, then brushed over her smooth earlobes, her delicate chin, and finally reached her swan-like slender neck.

Crack!

His expression was blank as he snapped the woman's neck.

A generation of beauty perished just like that.

No melodramatic events occurred.

"It seems I still have to face Linghu Yang head-on."

Fang Xi really didn't want to fight a True Energy Martial Master comparable to a second-layer Body Refining cultivator.

Even though the opponent was not a cultivator and lacked many means.

But now, there was no other choice.

Half a month passed quickly.

Yuan He Mountain branch.

As teams went out and disappeared without ever returning.

Even the dullest disciple noticed something was wrong.

One or two teams disappearing could be attributed to bad luck.

But all the disciples sent out to search for supplies going missing could not be done by unintelligent Wood People and Cursed People!

There was absolutely a terrifying enemy in the outside world, hunting Yuan He Mountain's forces!

Furthermore, the enemy's tracking skills were also incredibly high.

Linghu Yang went out to patrol in a rage several times, even disguising himself as an ordinary disciple and acting as bait within a team, but he still couldn't catch a trace of the cunning enemy!

Affected by this, the previously promised Martial Arts School alliance immediately shifted to a wait-and-see attitude.

After all, those old foxes were best at reading the wind and acting as opportunists.

And as Linghu Yang's temper grew more irritable, he would beat and scold ordinary disciples, causing many disciples to be unable to bear the pressure and flee.

This led to the current situation where the vast Yuan He Mountain seemed on the verge of collapse...

"Damn it!"

Qiao Wuchang stared at the main gate.

What was once an unremarkable area now resembled a terrifying abyss.

Outside the Yuan He Mountain stronghold, it was as if countless monsters lurked, specifically hunting them.

Only by Linghu Yang's side could he feel a sliver of safety.

He hadn't dared to go out for a long time, but as food was consumed day and night, his anxiety grew with each passing moment.

"Steward, we're running out of food. What should we do?"

A Yuan He Mountain disciple approached Qiao Wuchang and reported in a low voice.

"How is that possible?"

Qiao Wuchang instinctively disbelieved, after all, they were the most well-supplied faction.

But after a moment's thought, his face turned from pale to red, a sinister grin appearing: "Today, I'll personally lead the team to search the disciples' rooms. All the women we've captured will be killed. I'll start with myself... won't that save a lot of food?"

"Yes..."

The disciple originally wanted to say more, but since the steward was going to take the lead in killing the prefect's concubine, he had nothing else to say.

"You may go..."

After dismissing the disciple, Qiao Wuchang felt an increasing sense of frustration and muttered to himself, "No... I have to go and speak with Uncle-Master Town Guard. This can't go on!"

Linghu Yang's whereabouts had also been a bit strange recently, but Qiao Wuchang had subconsciously ignored this anomaly.

After organizing his thoughts, he arrived at Linghu Yang's door, knocked respectfully three times, and said, "Uncle-Master Linghu, Qiao Wuchang requests an audience!"

"Come in!"

Linghu Yang's voice was calm, like an undercurrent beneath an ice floe.

Qiao Wuchang pushed the door open and saw Linghu Yang putting on his outer robe, looking at him with a smile: "Wuchang, how long have we known each other?"

"Since the day you came to Black Stone City, Wuchang has followed you. It's been three years and six months."

Qiao Wuchang bowed and replied.

"But... you have failed my trust," Linghu Yang said lightly.

Qiao Wuchang immediately knelt on the ground: "Please forgive me, my lord. This is truly because of that hidden villain... and the lack of captured martial artists..."

Half a month ago, when Linghu Yang had issued orders to all the Martial Hall Masters, he had given Qiao Wuchang a task.

Originally, with Yuan He Mountain's strength, attacking and capturing some lone martial artists would have been very simple.

But after that damned mortal enemy appeared recently, Qiao Wuchang hadn't even dared to step out of the gate, let alone capture martial artists.

"Forget it. Do one more thing for me, and I'll forgive you." Linghu Yang walked to a spot in the room, lifted the floorboards, revealing a black hole, and beckoned: "Follow me!"

"Your subordinate is willing to give his all, and die ten thousand times over!"

Qiao Wuchang quickly followed, feeling a bit surprised. When had Linghu Yang dug a tunnel in his own bedroom?

The tunnel wasn't long. After entering, it led to a cellar.

In the cellar was...

Qiao Wuchang's eyes widened slightly.

Then Linghu Yang's faint voice came: "Didn't you say... you were willing to give your all for me? Then I'll fulfill your wish!"

"Ah!"

A chilling scream suddenly came from the cellar.

"Brother Fang!"

Zhang Junming stood side-by-side with Fang Xi, looking at the Yuan He Mountain stronghold under the overcast sky.

In the past few days, he and Fang Xi had joined forces, slaughtering Yuan He Mountain's outgoing teams until they were in disarray, forcing Yuan He Mountain to retreat into their stronghold. He felt a great sense of satisfaction: "Now Yuan He Mountain doesn't have many disciples left. Only Qiao Wuchang is a decent fighter, but he's also holed up. What should we do next?"

"It's simple. We'll charge in through the main gate. You hold off Qiao Wuchang, and I'll take care of Linghu Yang. It's that simple!"

Fang Xi calculated their respective strengths and made his decision.

The tables had turned, and when it was time to act, they shouldn't hesitate at all!

The Yuan He Mountain branch no longer had many disciples left, not enough to fulfill the premise of 'many ants can bite an elephant to death'.

"Perfect! I'll be the vanguard!"

Zhang Junming laughed heartily and strode forward, arriving at the main gate of the Yuan He Mountain stronghold.

He exhaled, his muscles rippled, and numerous tumors grew on his arm, as if concentrating all his strength into one punch, which he then unleashed!

One Punch Shatters the Heavens!

Bang!

The thick, sturdy gate instantly shattered into pieces.

Then, Zhang Junming charged into the Yuan He Mountain stronghold like a war chariot, eliciting screams from numerous disciples.

"Huh?"

Fang Xi lightly tapped his feet, leaping several yards into the air to land atop the wall.

He watched as Zhang Junming went on a rampage, slaughtering Yuan He Mountain disciples, but felt a sense of surprise.

'Where is Linghu Yang?'

'And Qiao Wuchang, neither of them has made a move?'

Something was amiss, so Fang Xi restrained himself from acting and followed Zhang Junming, who was carving a path of destruction.

"Hahaha... a bunch of cowards, you dare try to ambush me?"

Zhang Junming smashed a Yuan He Mountain disciple with a punch and then stomped down with his foot.

The head beneath his foot exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white everywhere.

The scene was terrifying, but as a True Force martial artist, it didn't stir his emotions in the slightest.

Even if he were a bit kinder, when facing enemies who wanted to kill him, he would absolutely not act like a saint.

In this era where starvation was a constant threat, mercy towards others was cruelty towards oneself.

Zhang Junming fought his way through to the inner courtyard, and even he felt something was wrong: "Linghu Yang, Qiao Wuchang... get out here!"

The next moment, a door shattered.

Amidst flying wood chips, a figure attacked, striking out with a palm.

Zhang Junming's muscles rippled as he met the blow with his fist.

Bang!

The instant fist and palm met, Zhang Junming felt a terrifying force, like a tidal wave, shattering his True Force at its peak.

Pfft!

His Cloud Whale Soft Body was broken, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Junming knelt on the ground, looking at the figure before him, and gritted out, "Ling, hu, Yang?"

Only a True Energy master could so easily crush the full burst of his True Force!

"Are you the rat who's been hiding outside all this time?"

Linghu Yang, clad in a green robe, turned around and looked at Zhang Junming, his eyes filled with disappointment: "You're nothing special..."