Old Score Over Mortal Iron, Killing Intent Begins to Show

Inside the martial arts school.

Three elderly men sat together inside the house.

Although the door was open and the elderly men wore faint smiles, appearing kind and approachable, not a single disciple in the martial arts school dared to glance at them.

Old Fan Cultivator.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, these individuals not only knew Old Fan, but also possessed an air of otherworldly wisdom and refinement.

He is definitely Cultivator as well.

Jiang Zhuo stood at a distance, ostensibly instructing his disciples, but his gaze was constantly fixed on the direction inside the room.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

--

Soon.

Old Fan has arrived.

During this period, Old Fan not only taught Zhou Heng, but also gave guidance to other disciples when he had free time, and was highly respected in the martial arts school.

However, the usually gentle Old Fan had a gloomy face at this moment.

He strode into the martial arts hall and walked toward the "guests" inside.

Halfway there, he looked down at the sword wrapped in black cloth in his hand and paused.

Inappropriate.

He turned around, called Zhou Heng to his side, and handed him the sword.

"Go find Blacksmith Song now and have him make a scabbard for this sword."

"Sheath?"

Although Zhou Heng was puzzled, seeing his master's solemn expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, took the sword, and quickly left.

Fan Yuan watched him walk away.

He turned around, straightened his clothes, and then pushed open the door and went inside.

Enter.

Three pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on him.

It was done with scrutiny, but also with a degree of expectation.

"Fan Yuan."

The man on the left spoke first; he was a thin, elderly man in Green Robe, with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes.

Huo Qingyang.

Speaking of which, Fan Yuan was also a member of the Soaring Tower back in the day.

However, due to differing ideologies, they severed ties early on.

From then on, Rogue Cultivator, never setting foot in the building again.

The man in front of him, Huo Qingyang, was the one who had worked with him the longest and also disliked him the most.

"It's been thirty years since we last met."

"I didn't expect you to still be alive."

"Thanks to you, I didn't die." Fan Yuan's tone was flat, but his eyes were devoid of warmth.

Huo Qingyang gave a soft snort and said nothing more.

"Brother Fan."

The man in the middle put down his teacup and spoke gently.

He was a refined old man in a plain white robe, his sideburns were neatly trimmed, and he had a polite smile on his lips.

Shen He.

An old acquaintance from back then, not exactly an enemy of Fan Yuan, but certainly not a friend either.

When the two were at Soaring Tower, they had a falling out over a case where they each had their own version of events.

"After decades apart, I never imagined we'd meet again in such a small place."

"Brother Fan's skills back then, now he's stuck in this small town teaching a few ordinary people boxing... what a waste."

"I can do whatever I want, it's none of your business," Fan Yuan said indifferently.

Shen He smiled but didn't reply.

Fan Yuan's gaze went straight past him and landed on the person on the far right.

It was a burly, red-faced old man with short hair, a gourd of wine hanging from his waist, and his eyes half-closed, looking at him with a half-smile.

Zhou Buqi.

Fan Yuan had seen him the moment he entered the room.

That's why he kept his temper in check during his earlier exchanges with Huo Qingyang and Shen He.

--It's been suppressed until now.

"Zhou Buqi".

Fan Yuan stared at him, his eyes surging with Killing Intent.

"I said it before."

"If we meet again, I will kill you."

"You dare come before me—aren't you afraid of death?"

"Kill me?"

Zhou Buqi was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Old Fan, it's been so many years, and you're still the same old you."

"I only took some of your things, why are you still holding a grudge?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his eyes, a hint of sarcasm creeping into his smile.

"Besides."

"If I were alone, I might not dare to sit in front of you today."

Zhou Buqi glanced at Huo Qingyang and Shen He, then looked back at Fan Yuan and grinned.

"But you should open your eyes and look too."

There are three people sitting here today.

"You want to kill me?"

"On what grounds?"

"You just took a few things?"

Fan Yuan slowly raised his head, his cold gaze falling on Zhou Buqi.

"You actually have the nerve to say that."

Back in the day, when Soaring Tower recruited people, they only looked at two things.

They either have power and influence, or they possess extraordinary talent.

Zhou Buqi was the former.

Fan Yuan was the latter.

At that time, Fan Yuan unexpectedly found a great fortuitous opportunity in the deep mountains and obtained a rare and precious spirit medicine.

I thought that bringing back the Soaring Tower would allow me to exchange it for cultivation resources and advance my cultivation further.

But the spirit medicine was handed over to the building and appeared in the hands of this "Senior Brother Zhou" in less than half a day.

He investigated for three days and three nights.

In the end, he didn't get the spirit medicine back; instead, he was accused of "embezzling the treasures of the building and turning against his fellow disciples."

Many people in the building advised him to back down.

It is said that Zhou Buqi has someone backing him up, and since he can't fight against him, he can just endure it.

But Fan Yuan became angrier the more he thought about it.

This was a fortuitous opportunity for him, why should he have to endure it?

In the end, Fan Yuan ignored all the advice to quit and instead pinned Zhou Buqi to the ground, beating him half to death.

That was also that day.

He tore off Soaring Tower's clothes and strode away.

So many years have passed, Fan Yuan is no longer the impulsive young man he once was.

But that debt has never been settled.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Fan Yuan slowly sat down under the gaze of the three men.

"Speak."

"The three from Soaring Tower came all at once, running all the way to a small place like Willow Creek Town."

"What, are you getting ready to settle the accounts?"

If that's the case—

A cold glint flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes, his tone flat to the point of being indifferent:

"I'm available anytime."

The implication couldn't be clearer.

If you want to fight, then fight!

The room fell silent for a moment.

Zhou Buqi squinted and stared at Fan Yuan for a moment, his eyes thoughtful.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at Huo Qingyang and Shen He beside him.

The two shook their heads slightly.

Zhou Buqi withdrew his gaze and turned it back to Fan Yuan.

He suddenly grinned and slowly began to speak:

"Hey Lao Fan."

"Stop pretending."

"... Pack?"

Fan Yuan frowned.

"You dare say that matter has nothing to do with you?" Zhou Buqi stared at him, his eyes sharpening. "We've investigated everything."

"You've been staying in Fulin Town, which is a thousand miles away from here."

"As soon as we arrived in Willow Creek Town, trouble broke out."

"What a coincidence!"

Fan Yuan was stunned.

He had initially assumed that the three men had come to settle accounts.

But now, judging from what he said...

No?

Could it be... because of you, sir?

But if she really went there for the gentleman...

How could these three people still be sitting here so leisurely, chatting with me like this?

What exactly is the reason...?

Almost at the moment he was stunned, he saw the expressions of the three people in the room.

Huo Qingyang was the first to laugh, raising his hand to pat the table.

"Sure, Fan Yuan."

"You're getting better and better at playing dumb."

Shen He nodded in agreement. "That's true."

"Brother Fan, the three of us have come with a mission."

"If you keep pretending like this, you might not even make it out of this door today."

"Alright."

Zhou Buqi stood up lazily and dusted off his sleeves.

"Why waste your breath on him?"

"If you like playing dumb, fine, we'll play along."

He squinted and looked at Fan Yuan.

"Since you won't tell us, then come with us."

"We'll see how you pack your bags when we get there."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them stood up at the same time.