Friends Part Ways

Friends Part Ways. The Fuhu Martial Arts School did not quiet down until evening.

Visitors from the various martial arts schools stopped coming as well, and the students all went home.

This time, it was not just Fang Mo practicing at the school; Feng Qingyuan, Yang Yunxing, and Chen Song were there too.

They had also stayed behind at the school, receiving Guan Lie's closed-door guidance in the Martial Arts Hall.

Fang Mo, meanwhile, practiced by himself in the front courtyard.

He did not mind at all that Guan Lie had not called him in. Fang Mo's mind was entirely on cultivation. He could feel himself drawing closer and closer to Bright Force, as though only a sheet of paper stood between him and a breakthrough.

"Fang Mo, someone's here to see you!"

Fang Mo was practicing his punches when Grandpa Zhang, the gatekeeper, called out to him from afar.

"Looking for me?"

Confusion flickered in Fang Mo's eyes, but he still stopped, wiped away his sweat, and hurried to the entrance.

"Yue Jian!"

The moment he saw the figure standing at the gate in a white casual training suit, his eyes lit up and joy spread across his face. He hurried over to greet him.

"Brother Mo, you've gotten darker again!"

Yue Jian watched Fang Mo walk over with a grin, then lightly punched him.

"Darker means healthier!"

Fang Mo laughed and returned the punch without dodging.

His body was no longer as frail as it had once been. He merely swayed a little instead of baring his teeth and stumbling backward as before.

"Not bad. Your strength has improved again!"

Yue Jian's eyes brightened with delight.

"I can't keep making no progress, can I? Otherwise, how am I supposed to catch up to you? What, scared?"

Fang Mo said with a smile.

"Haha, scared? Then work hard—I'll be waiting for you!"

Yue Jian laughed heartily.

Though Fang Mo was his good friend, he did not believe Fang Mo could catch up to him. He was only seventeen, yet he already possessed late-stage Bright Force strength. Fang Mo, meanwhile, was still in the Strength Training Realm. With his natural aptitude, he had no chance at all.

That was why he thought Fang Mo was merely teasing him, making a joke.

Seeing that he did not believe him, Fang Mo merely smiled.

"Fine. Just wait."

Yue Jian shook his head with a smile, then said, "Aren't you going to invite me in for a look around?"

"Let's go!"

Fang Mo said with a smile.

The school's disciples had all gone home, and no one was practicing, so it did not matter if Yue Jian came in. Fang Mo led him inside.

Yue Jian looked around, disappointment in his eyes.

"I never expected Tiger Might Martial Arts School to have such poor conditions. You're even still using traditional equipment?"

"I think it's fine. If anything, this kind of equipment makes it easier to settle down and practice."

Fang Mo explained with a smile. He led Yue Jian to the courtyard's resting area, invited him to sit, then poured him a glass of water and handed it over. "What brings you here? I heard the Yue Family is preparing to move to Zhiyuan Star. Is that true?"

The Yue Family's relocation was a major matter. It had been reported on television quite a bit lately.

Yue Jian took the water and nodded.

"It's true. The family has been busy with the relocation these days, so I've had a lot to do and no time to come by. Otherwise, I would've told you long ago!"

"Congratulations!"

Fang Mo said with a smile, "Zhiyuan Star is a sacred land of martial arts, rich in resources. All the major super sects have moved there now. It's a place countless martial artists dream of immigrating to!"

"It's not that great!"

Yue Jian shook his head with a smile.

"The alien races live alongside humans there. They're savage, and alien beasts run rampant. It's far more dangerous than the Home Planet!"

Fang Mo waved his fist, showing off his muscles. "Isn't that perfect? Martial arts will finally have a place to be used. Otherwise, why would so many forces move there?"

"That's true!"

Yue Jian smiled, took a sip of tea, set down his cup, and looked at Fang Mo.

"So, are you interested in going with us?"

Fang Mo was slightly taken aback. Immigrating to another planet was no simple matter. The requirements were high, and the costs were enormous—millions for a single person.

Martial artists naturally received priority, but someone at Fang Mo's level would not qualify at all. For him to obtain a spot, the Yue Family would likely have to go to great lengths. He did not want to put Yue Jian in a difficult position; after all, Yue Jian was not the one calling the shots in the Yue Family.

But Fang Mo felt somewhat moved as he looked at Yue Jian.

This brother always thought of him in everything. Fang Mo shook his head.

"I'm not going. It's pretty good here. Once I've achieved something in my cultivation, I'll come find you!"

"I knew you wouldn't leave with me!"

Yue Jian looked a little dejected at that. Looking at Fang Mo, he lowered his voice and said:

"But you'd still better leave this place. Things have been rather complicated around Yunyang lately. The Eagle Claw Sect wants to extend its reach into Yunyang, and the Qin Family is using the Eagle Claw Sect's hand to strike at the other families. Yunyang may become very chaotic in the future. You won't be safe here!"

Fang Mo had sensed it from the conflict between Qin Yuanping and Chen Yeming at Ironstone that day.

Now that Yue Jian had said it, it was indeed as he had thought. It seemed his judgment had been right—the Xiongying Martial Arts School had not come to Yunyang by accident.

This was a fierce dragon crossing the river, with the Qin Family serving as its inside accomplice.

He smiled indifferently. "What does that have to do with me? I'm just a lowly martial arts school student. They wouldn't go so far as to deal with me, would they?"

Seeing that Fang Mo did not take it seriously, Yue Jian said solemnly:

"You still need to be careful. If you notice anything wrong, leave Yunyang as soon as possible. I asked my second uncle to get you a letter of recommendation. If things don't work out, go to the Julong Martial Arts School in Wujiang City!"

He handed Fang Mo an envelope.

"Inside are the recommendation letter, vouchers for thirty bottles of medicinal liquid, and coupons for a hundred jin of Exotic Beast Meat. You can collect them from Fu Yun Hall when the time comes!"

The envelope felt heavy in Fang Mo's hand. He forcibly suppressed the emotion in his heart, gripping it tightly as he looked at Yue Jian. "When are you leaving?"

"The original plan was September, but Yunyang's situation is a little chaotic now, so the family wants us to leave early. I'll be leaving with the first group this week. I won't come to say goodbye then!"

There was also the sorrow of parting in Yue Jian's eyes.

Fang Mo felt sorrowful as well. His only friend was leaving too.

From now on, he would truly be all alone.

To ease the atmosphere, he smiled and punched Yue Jian lightly, forcing a grin onto his face. "Why are you acting like such a woman? It's not like we'll never see each other again. Don't worry—I'll definitely come see you!"

Yue Jian's body shifted back slightly. The corner of his mouth twitched, and pain appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Fang Mo's expression changed slightly. "What's wrong? You're injured?"

Yue Jian rubbed his shoulder and grinned. "It's nothing. I hurt myself while training. Just a minor injury!"

Then he stood up, dusted the dirt off his backside, and said, "All right, I should get going. It's settled, then. I'll be waiting for you on Zhiyuan Star—you have to come. Don't wait until I'm seventy or eighty!"

Fang Mo did not think much of Yue Jian's explanation. Injuries during training were common, so he smiled and said:

"All right, I'll definitely come find you. It won't be too long!"

Fang Mo was not merely talking big. He had genuinely considered going.

Though a trip to Zhiyuan Star reportedly took several months just on the road, he believed it would not be long before his strength underwent a qualitative breakthrough.

He would definitely go—to see the only friend he had in this world.

Fang Mo saw Yue Jian to the door, then walked with him to the car parked by the roadside.

Yue Jian pulled open the car door but did not get in. He turned back to look at Fang Mo, his gaze solemn as he said:

"Brother Mo, if Yunyang falls into chaos, leave. Go to the place I gave you, all right?"

Fang Mo nodded solemnly. "All right. If things go wrong, I'll go!"

Only then did Yue Jian smile. He nodded and waved. "No need to see me off. I'm leaving!"

He bent down and got into the car, rolled down the window, and waved again.

The car immediately drove off, merging into the traffic until only its taillights remained.

Fang Mo watched the car vanish into the stream of traffic, standing there unmoving for a long time.

This time, he truly felt lonely. His only friend had left too. In Yunyang, it seemed there was no longer anyone he could be close to.