Beast Fan Qingyang

As soon as he entered the dense forest, Sun Bowei sniffed the air like a hound, then darted quickly in one direction. Before long, he picked up a blood-soaked garment from a patch of grass.

He held up the garment to inspect it and sneered.

"The brat is clever, realizing how he was exposed so quickly. But to think he can escape my hunt with just this is far too naive."

With that, he slowly closed his eyes, his prominent ears twitching slightly once more.

The reason the Sun Brothers were renowned hunters in Black Water Town and even the entire Ping'an County was precisely because of this sense of smell and hearing that far exceeded ordinary people.

While the dense forest was a natural barrier for his archery, it was like a fish taking to water for his tracking.

As long as anyone in this forest made even the slightest sound, they could never escape his ears.

However, after listening intently for a moment, Sun Bowei opened his eyes again.

Fan Qingyang hurried forward and asked, "Boss Sun, how is it? Have you found Jiang Feng's tracks?"

Sun Bowei shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"Aside from the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves, I hear nothing else.

However, this actually proves one thing: that brat hasn't run far at all; he's still lurking nearby. He might even be hiding in some corner, secretly watching us right now."

He paused, let out a cold snort, and his tone carried a hint of incredulous mockery:

"The brat has quite a lot of nerve. Does he actually think he can counter-kill us? What a joke."

He reached out and patted Fan Qingyang on the shoulder:

"Brother Fan, you and that brat have quite a grudge, don't you? Go on, find a way to provoke him and make him show himself."

Fan Qingyang's mung-bean eyes widened. He pointed at himself and took a step back in terror:

"Me... me go? Boss Sun, you think too highly of me. I can't beat a sixth-stage Blood-Moving Realm cultivator; Jiang Feng will kill me!

Besides, didn't I pay you? Killing Jiang Feng is your job."

Sun Bowei squinted at him, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at an idiot: "Are you a moron? If I show my face, will he still come out?"

"But..."

Fan Qingyang wanted to argue, but the words died in his throat.

A sharp scimitar pressed silently against his neck, the cold blade pushing so hard he didn't dare move his Adam's apple.

Sun Bowei leaned down, pouring the words into his ear, one by one:

"My two brothers died indirectly because of your stupidity. Today, you go whether you want to or not. If you don't obey, I'll kill you right now."

Fan Qingyang's legs shook like chaff, and the voice squeezed from his throat was trembling:

"Bo... Boss Sun, please calm down. I, I understand... Don't worry, I will definitely lure him out..."

Sun Bowei nodded in satisfaction, moved the scimitar away from his neck, and tapped his fat face with the flat of the blade, neither too hard nor too soft:

"You don't need to be too afraid. With me here, your life won't be in danger. The moment he shows his head, I'll send him on his way."

Fan Qingyang forced a smile that looked worse than crying and, under Sun Bowei's gaze, walked tremblingly into the depths of the forest alone.

"Jiang Feng! I know you're here! You coward, why are you running? Don't you hate me? I'm standing right here—if you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

Fan Qingyang shouted at the top of his lungs while stumbling forward.

Though his words were arrogant, the underlying tremor in his voice betrayed the fear deep in his heart.

High in the dense branches of a large tree not far away, Jiang Feng was hidden, taking in the entire scene.

He was bare-chested, with only a few scattered strips of cloth binding the wounds that were still oozing blood.

Seeing Fan Qingyang's blustering, cowardly display, he actually felt a sense of relief.

Sure enough, that man was tracking me by the scent of blood. As long as I take off my clothes, he won't be able to lock onto my position for a while.

He looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon hung high, but large patches of dark clouds had gathered, slowly swallowing the moonlight, and the world grew increasingly dim.

This was a sign of rain, which was the best possible news for Jiang Feng. The enemy was in the light while he was in the dark; the more chaotic the environment, the more advantageous it was for him.

It's about time. It should be past midnight soon.

His gaze searched the forest like a hawk for the tall, sturdy figure, while he quickly calculated the best moment to strike.

Just then, Fan Qingyang's nauseating voice reached his ears again.

"Jiang Feng! I'm telling you, don't dream of returning to the Medicine Hall.

You should have realized by now that this trip was a trap set specifically for you! If you're smart, get out here now, and I might just show mercy and leave you a whole corpse!"

Fan Qingyang grew more spirited as he spoke; the fear that had gripped him earlier had vanished, replaced by a heart full of spiteful pleasure.

He strained his voice, his fat face flushed red, spittle flying everywhere.

"Jiang Feng, do you know how Young Master Wu Han took a fancy to Li Yue?

I'll tell you clearly today.

It was me! I was the one who tipped him off! I even led the way when they went to grab her!"

At this moment, Fan Qingyang was no longer just trying to provoke Jiang Feng; he was pouring out all the thoughts he had kept bottled up for who knows how long.

"I just don't get it. What do I lack compared to you? I'm eloquent and know how to please girls—so what if I'm a bit fat? What am I missing?

But Li Yue just had to fall for a dull, stupid loser like you! Since I can't have her, I'll destroy her with my own hands!

How does it feel, Jiang Feng, to watch your woman become someone else's plaything? Huh? Hahahaha!"

He laughed wantonly and hideously, his words becoming increasingly unhinged:

"I'm telling you, once Young Master Wu Han gets bored of her, maybe I'll even get to have a taste of Li Yue myself!"

These words were truly beastly.

Even Sun Bowei, hiding in the shadows, frowned, a look of undisguised disgust flashing across his face.

He didn't consider himself a good man, but he couldn't bring himself to commit such subhuman acts.

If he weren't relying on this fat pig as bait, he would have loved to put an arrow through that disgusting head first.

But Jiang Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest after hearing these words; his heart remained calm.

He was an outsider, after all, and had no real affection for the woman named Li Yue. To him, Fan Qingyang's words were no more than a gust of wind.

However, the hand gripping his blade trembled violently of its own accord, as if someone else were using his body to express their rage.

Jiang Feng raised his other hand to steady the trembling one and whispered:

"Don't worry, this fat pig won't live past tonight. Since I've taken over your body, I won't let any of your old enemies go."

As the words fell, the trembling of his palm suddenly ceased.

Just then, midnight passed, and the panel refreshed.