When the family returned to the Rain-Listening Pavilion Living Room, the servants had already prepared hot tea Pastry, and their faces were full of joy.
Fang Han briefly talked about some of his life in the Azure Profound Sect, omitting the grievances with Chu Feng and the dangers of looting the three families of Zhou, Wu, and Deng, and only selected some interesting things about the sect and cultivation.
I heard my parents and Younger Sister talking with great interest and exclaiming again and again.
Especially when he heard about the Azure Profound Sect's majestic mountain gate, the powerful Elder, and various magical martial arts techniques, Fang Ying's eyes were filled with yearning. Even Fang Zheng and Lin Wan were infinitely curious about the Azure Profound Sect, one of the seven.
While Fang Han was accompanying his parents Younger Sister, what happened in the Fang Clan lobby quickly spread throughout Liangshui City as if it had grown wings.
At first, when people heard that Gong Clan came to threaten him, they were all worried about the Fang Clan, thinking that Fang Clan might be doomed this time and that the newly discovered silver mine would inevitably be unable to be saved.
However, the news that followed left everyone who heard it dumbfounded, almost doubting their own ears.
Fang Clan's clan member Fang Han, who joined Azure Profound Sect, has returned and has joined Azure Profound Sect True Disciple!
With his own strength, he killed more than ten elite warriors Gong Clan, seriously injured Gong Clan Head Gong Biao, and broke off one of his arms.
And asked him to send a message, giving Nether Pavilion True Disciple Gong Xing five days to come to the Fang Clan to settle the grudge!
This news was like thunder on the ground, setting off huge waves throughout Liangshui City.
"Fang Clan That Fang Han? Beginner stage Azure Profound Sect has only been a little over a year, right? He actually became a disciple of True Disciple? How is this possible!"
"It's absolutely true! Someone saw Fang Han coming back wearing the clothes of the Azure Profound Sect True Disciple! That magnanimity is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary disciples!"
"Oh my God! Beginner stage became True Disciple in more than a year? How terrifying is this talent? We Liangshui City actually have such a person..."
"No wonder Fang Clan dares to challenge Gong Clan. It turns out that he has such support! True Disciple disciple, even among the Azure Profound Sect, his status must be extremely respected!"
"Amazing! Amazing! Fang Clan is going to soar into the sky!"
"But... then Gong Xing is True Disciple, the veteran of the Nether Pavilion. Although Fang Han is also True Disciple, he is a newcomer after all. Is it too risky to be so tough?"
"Yes, Gong Xing, as Nether Pavilion True Disciple, is not easy to compete with. Although Fang Han is extremely talented, his training time is still short. What is the chance of winning against Gong Xing?"
"Gong Clan will definitely not swallow this loss. Within five days, there will be a fight between dragons and tigers! Now there is a good show!"
In Liangshui City, everyone in restaurants, tea shops, streets and alleys are discussing this matter. Shock, envy, jealousy, expectation, worry... all kinds of emotions are intertwined.
The emergence of Fang Han completely broke the power structure of Liangshui City and even the surrounding areas.
Many people have begun to re-examine their relationship with the Fang Clan and plan how to make friends with the upcoming Lineage.
Of course, there are more people waiting for the Nether Pavilion True Disciple Gong Xing's reaction and looking forward to the collision of the two True Disciple geniuses. They don't care who loses and who wins, they only care about the excitement.
Liangshui City Four hundred miles to the west, there is a villa named Gong Clan Manor.
In a bedroom filled with a strong medicinal smell, Gong Biao's complexion was sallow, his broken arm was wrapped in thick gauze, there was faint blood oozing out, and he was leaning on the bed with a weak breath.
A figure burst into the room like a gust of wind, bringing with it a cold aura.
The person who came was about twenty-five years old, with a long and narrow face, sharp eyes like an eagle, and a sinister and unruly temperament. He was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Nether Pavilion True Disciple. He was none other than Gong Xing.
"Dad! What happened at home? There is an urgent letter asking me to come home quickly. Why are you so injured? Where is Brother Bao?"
Gong Xing Seeing his father in such miserable condition, his heart suddenly sank and he kept asking urgent questions.
He received an urgent message from Lineage. He only knew that Lineage had an accident and his father was seriously injured, so he rushed back immediately without stopping, but he did not know the specific details.
"Xing'er! You... you must avenge your brother and the dead clan members!"
Seeing his son return, Gong Biao had tears in his cloudy eyes and his voice was hoarse and shrill.
He held up his body and told Fang Clan that he had discovered the silver mine and how he came to threaten him. Fang Han came back and showed True Disciple's strength.
The story of killing Gong Bao and many Lineage masters with thunderous means, crippling one of his arms, and leaving a five-day challenge was told exactly as it was, with added emphasis.
Naturally, he described Gong Clan's clever robbery as a legitimate request, and described Fang Han's counterattack as a cruel and bloodthirsty massacre.
"Fang Han...Azure Profound Sect New True Disciple..."
Gong Xing Listening to his father's cries, his face became increasingly gloomy. The chill emanating from his body lowered the temperature of the room a bit, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"What a Fang Han! What a Azure Profound Sect True Disciple! How dare you kill my brother, hurt my father, and massacre my people!"
His fists were clenched tightly, his joints crackling, and his heart was filled with rage.
Fang Han's behavior is a provocation and humiliation to Gong Xing and Gong Clan.
As for whether Lineage acted rationally, he had already selectively ignored it.
"Xing'er, even though Fang Han is the new True Disciple, he is extremely powerful, and his father can't even make a single move under him! Are you... are you sure?"
Gong Biao Seeing his son's rage, he felt a little relieved, but he still couldn't help but worry.
Fang Han's terrifying strength that day left a deep psychological shadow on him.
"Hmph!"
Gong Xing snorted coldly, with disdain and pride on his face.
"Dad, don't worry! It's true that Azure Profound Sect and I, Nether Pavilion, are about equal in strength, but the gap between True Disciple and True Disciple is also huge!"
His eyes were stern and full of confidence.
"I have achieved True Disciple for more than two years. How can I be compared to a newcomer like Fang Han who just joined True Disciple?"
"He's just a frog in a well, and he doesn't know how high the sky is! Since he dares to declare a challenge, I will kill him."
"Just use his head to promote my reputation as Gong Xing, and let Azure Profound Sect know that I am not just a cat or a dog, I am worthy of being called True Disciple!"
Gong Xing's words are full of absolute confidence in his own strength and contempt for the "newcomer" Fang Han.
In his opinion, the foundation of the veteran brand True Disciple is definitely not comparable to that of a newcomer Beginner stage who has only been around for more than a year.
Fang Clan, Rain-Listening Pavilion.
For four consecutive days, Fang Han lived in seclusion.
He did not practice high-intensity martial arts, but only practiced low-intensity martial arts every day to prevent Gong Xing from coming to kill him when Internal Qi was consumed too much.
Most of the time, he spends time with his parents and Younger Sister in the Rain-Listening Pavilion.
The warmth of being reunited with his family greatly soothed his heartstrings that were always tense due to cultivation.
He told Younger Sister Fang Ying the strange stories of the Azure Profound Sect, which made the little girl stick to him all day long.
Talk to your father Fang Zheng about Lineage's business and the situation in the county, and talk to your mother Lin Wan about everyday things.
This plain and real smoke of fireworks made him feel particularly at ease.
Day 5, morning.
Inside the Rain-Listening Pavilion, Fang Han looks like Breeze Brushing Willow, leaving almost undetectable afterimages in a small area. The understanding of "turning reality into emptiness and blending into the wind" becomes more and more profound.
He stood upright, his breath steady.
Mother Lin Wan brought warm ginseng tea, Younger Sister Fang Ying was chattering to the side and asking wild questions, while father Fang Zheng was sitting on the stone bench, watching this scene with a smile.
suddenly--
"Enemy attack!"
A shrill and rapid exclamation, mixed with panic, suddenly came from the direction of the front yard, instantly breaking the tranquility of the Fang Clan mansion.
Fang Han held the hand of Teacup for a moment, and a sharp sword-like light appeared and disappeared in his eyes.
What was supposed to come finally came.
"Father, mother, Xiao Ying, just stay at the Rain-Listening Pavilion. No matter what you hear, don't go out!"
Fang Han put down Teacup and ordered with a calm tone, leaving no room for doubt.
At the same time, he glanced at several Lineage players in the courtyard who were assigned to Guard here.
Several people immediately understood, nodded heavily, gripped their weapons tightly, and protected Fang Zheng, his wife, and Fang Ying.
The color on Fang Zheng and Lin Wan's faces instantly faded and they were filled with worry, but they knew they must not cause trouble for their son at this moment.
Lin Wan said with a trembling voice.
"Han'er, be careful!"
"Brother, fight off the bad guys!"
Fang Ying also clenched his little fists, his little face full of nervousness.
"Don't worry."
Fang Han showed a reassuring smile to his parents and Younger Sister, and patted his mother's hand gently.
The next moment, his figure flickered and disappeared from the place like a ghost, leaving only a faint breeze.
Fang Mansion Main entrance.
The red lacquered door was open, and several Guard on duty were holding their weapons in their hands as if they were facing a formidable enemy, nervously looking at the figure slowly approaching outside the door.
The person who came here was dressed in black, with dark silver flame patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. He was the Nether Pavilion True Disciple costume.
He had a long and narrow face, cold eyes, and a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth.
Both hands were wearing a pair of metal claws that exuded a cold light. The claw blades were sharp and had faint dark red lines, as if they had drank countless blood.
It is Gong Xing!
"Stop! This is the Fang Clan mansion, everyone who comes here is named!"
A Guard suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted sharply.
Gong Xing didn't seem to hear it, and walked straight towards the door without stopping.
The moment he passed by several Guard, his clawed hands made a seemingly random stroke.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
Several tiny, almost inaudible sounds broke through the air.
The bodies of those Guard stiffened suddenly, their eyes widened, and their faces were filled with extreme terror.
A very thin blood line appeared on their necks at the same time, and then the blood spurted out like a fountain!
Several people couldn't even scream, so they collapsed softly to the ground, their vitality cut off in an instant.
Gong Xing didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, as if he just crushed a few ants casually, stepped across the threshold, and stepped into the Fang Mansion.
"Fang Han, get out and die!"
His cold eyes were like the letter of a poisonous snake, sweeping over the Fang Clan crowd who came after hearing the news, holding weapons and with fear and determination on their faces.
The cruel curve at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.
"It's disciple Nether Pavilion True Disciple... it must be Gong Xing!"
Fang Clan core characters such as Fang Lingyuan, Fang Tu, Fang Mingde, Fang Zhenshan stood at the front, followed by dozens of the Fang Clan masters, blocking the front yard.
However, facing the cold murderous intention and majestic pressure that was as real as Gong Xing, the Nether Pavilion True Disciple disciple, everyone involuntarily felt their breathing stagnant, their heartbeats accelerated, and their palms became sweaty.
They are well aware of the terrifying strength of Gong Xing, who is a strong man far beyond their level. Even if there are many people, there is no chance of winning.
No one dared to attack rashly, they just faced off with Gong Xing, trying to delay the arrival of Fang Han.