The Vicious Beast's Ambush

The shouting outside the door was very familiar.

"That guy from the Mysterious Underworld Sect? What is he here for again?"

Mother Jiang put down Jiang Nannan, who she was holding, in confusion and walked slowly toward the door.

While the people in the courtyard were still watching with suspicion, the guy outside the gate had arrived with malice in his heart.

"BANG!"

An explosive sound rang out, accompanied by flying wood splinters.

Rough palms transformed into sharp claws, and the wooden doors, which could stop a gentleman but not a villain, shattered inch by inch as his palms tore outward.

"You bitch, go to hell!"

There was no trash talk to demand accountability, and no one could have predicted what would happen next.

Including the so-called Beast God Di Tian.

Everything was far too unexpected.

With scarlet eyes, Mi Long stepped through the shattered gate, his soul rings flickering as he struck a palm toward Mother Jiang, who was closest to him.

"Mom!!"

"Auntie Jiang!"

"Uncle Long, save her!!"

Amidst the exclamations of the group, Mother Jiang flew backward and slammed into the courtyard wall behind her.

But the crazed mad dog did not stop his assault after biting the first person.

Thus, this Ferocious Crocodile immediately attacked Fang Le, who was behind him.

"Pay for my brother's life!"

The attack followed his angry roar, and the five soul rings on Mi Long's body flashed brightly; he was clearly using his full strength.

And this was exactly Mi Long's path of revenge.

Rage can dilute a person's reason, making them unable to think correctly.

But the hatred born from rage makes one extremely clear-headed.

Ever since he heard those two lackeys speculating about the strength of Di Tian and the others.

Ever since he was on the road to revenge, leading his half-dead brother.

Ever since he had made assumptions about the future countless years ago.

Mi Long had already planned everything for this trip.

His brother could not be saved; the powerhouse they provoked had been crippled, stripped of his cultivation, and had an arm and a leg severed.

For the rest of his life, no... he might not even have a rest of his life, or even see the next dawn.

The final result of provoking a powerhouse was either being handed over to appease the other party's anger or being disposed of by the sect to clear their name.

And he, a Soul King, a dog in the eyes of those people, would also be cleaned up.

After realizing all this, Mi Long made up his mind.

Since death was approaching anyway, why not take a few people down with him during this time?

Was the opponent strong?

But there would always be a moment of relaxation.

He wanted to avenge himself and his brother with speed.

Xuan Zi: ...
Di Tian: ...

One can only say that the Soul Kings of Douluo II are still too authoritative.

However, Di Tian was ultimately not Xuan Zi, and Mi Long was not an emissary of the Grim Reaper.

Just as Mi Long's sharp claws were about to touch Fang Le, a terrifying dragon claw, radiating dragon might and a hundred times sharper than his own, had already landed on Mi Long a step faster.

With immense force and surging soul power, this crazed, ferocious beast had his bones and meridians shattered, and he collapsed to the ground in a wretched state as his soul power dissipated.

"Still not enough, huh?"

His two fragile pupils burst, unable to withstand such immense power.

Mi Long couldn't even catch a final glimpse of his enemy; he could only hold onto his last breath.

He stared in the direction where Fang Le had been, whispering in his heart.

He wanted to curse the unfairness of the world, but... heh! The world is unfair indeed...

"Uncle Long, hurry, help! Auntie Jiang isn't going to make it!"

"My lord, please save my mother!!"

The situation in the courtyard was chaotic.

On one side, Fang Le and the others surrounded Mother Jiang, while Di Tian channeled his soul power into her to stabilize her life.

On the other side, Mi Hu, who had been carried in and then abandoned, struggled to roll off his stretcher, crawling toward his brother with his remaining limbs.

"Senior, how is my mother now? She's going to be alright, right?"

Inside the house, Mother Jiang had already been laid on the bed.

Jiang Nannan gripped her mother's frail, scarred hand, asking through tear-filled eyes.

"She has been pulled back from the brink, but I am not skilled in healing. Your mother's health was already poor, and this time she suffered a grievous injury. I fear she does not have long to live."

Di Tian looked at the pained young girl before him, sighed softly, and spoke the cruel reality.

Although Mother Jiang's wounds had been healed by Di Tian's soul power and medicinal herbs, they had left even deeper scars on her already shattered foundation.

She was like a lamp running out of oil; even if he were to return to the Star Dou Forest and bring Bi Ji here, there would be no way to turn the tide.

The atmosphere inside the room was heavy with grief.

Yet, for some reason, one person and one beast were missing.

"Fang Le, what are you doing? Auntie Jiang is in such a state—it's one thing not to go check on her, but how can you be here destroying Nannan's home?!"

Rui'er looked at the large pit that had appeared in the small courtyard and at Fang Le, who was still busy working within it, and questioned him indignantly.

"This matter started because of me, and Auntie Jiang was injured because of me. So, no matter what, I will find a way to heal her! Just wait for me. Once I collect the materials, Auntie Jiang will definitely get better."

Fang Le was not heartless. In his view, all of this stemmed from him; if he hadn't left behind the source of the trouble, Mother Jiang would never have been hurt.

Therefore, he was now determined to make up for the mistakes he had committed.

He did not currently possess the power to bring the dead back to life or regrow flesh and bone.

However, the power brought by his martial soul could turn the impossible into the possible.

Milk, Golden Apples, Healing Potions, Regeneration Potions, Totems of Undying.

Although he could not obtain the latter three for now, milk and Golden Apples only required gathering the necessary materials to be crafted.

And this was the reason Fang Le was causing destruction in the small courtyard; he needed to collect cobblestone to build a furnace.

Milk could cleanse all external forces from the body.

Golden Apples could provide immense healing power.

Even if he wasn't sure if it would work, he had to try.

"Can you really save Mom? Brother Fang, please take me with you! I can help too."

The soft, sweet voice was hoarse, but filled with firm conviction.

Jiang Nannan had walked out of the room, and upon hearing Fang Le's plan, her previously deadened heart was once again filled with hope.

She should have hated him—hated Fang Le for bringing the crisis that harmed her mother—but in reality, she did not.

Or rather, the object of her hatred was not Fang Le.

She hated the oppressive Mi Hu, and she hated Mi Long, who had struck her mother without rhyme or reason.

She hated this world of "the strong prey on the weak" even more, and she hated herself for being powerless within it.

Therefore, Jiang Nannan did not hate Fang Le.

On the contrary, she wanted to follow Fang Le to save her mother, and she wanted to follow him to obtain the power to protect her.

She wanted to change this world where the strong preyed on the weak.

"Alright. Nannan, go find a cow and buy some apples."

Fang Le was not one to dawdle. Seeing Jiang Nannan's resolve, he assigned her a task.

He then set down his pickaxe and looked at Di Tian.

"Uncle Long, take me to a rocky mountain. I need to collect some cobblestone. This city is nothing but stone slabs and dirt; I can't even build a furnace here."

"Hm."

Di Tian nodded in agreement.

"What about me? What about me? Fang Le, what can I help with?"

Seeing that everyone had their own tasks, Rui'er stepped forward to ask.

"You... guard Auntie Jiang. Don't let anyone disturb her rest."

Fang Le looked at the adorable Rui'er, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Leave it to me! With me here, not even a fly will be able to disturb Auntie Jiang's rest!"

Facing the task assigned by Fang Le, Rui'er gave a solemn guarantee.

Just as everyone was attending to their duties and preparing to head out:

"It's this way, that person just headed in this direction."

"To not even offer a greeting when seeing us from Shrek, they were in such a rush..."

"Perhaps something happened? Let's follow and see; who knows, we might even be able to help."

"Not sure, but I bet there's some fun to be had."

A few boys and girls dressed in ink-green school uniforms chatted and laughed as they walked toward the small courtyard.