Yu Yuanzhen Prepares to Deal with Fang Fan, Yu Tianheng Challenges Him Again

Ning Rongrong's rosy little lips parted slightly, and she could not close them for a long while.

He even knew the old debts from twenty years ago inside and out. Every word was like a knife, carving out the calculations Yu Xiaogang had buried deepest in his heart—

Was Fang Fan really that godlike?

It was as if he could read minds.

A trace of barely perceptible shock also flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's deep eyes.

From the moment he had saved her in the wasteland, she had known this young man was no ordinary person.

Yet every new ability he revealed reshaped her understanding of him.

In the shadows, a scrawny man dressed in gray short clothes took in everything that had happened in the alley.

He had been sent by Yu Luomian to secretly follow Liu Erlong. His original mission had merely been to observe the eldest young lady's daily movements from afar and regularly report whether she was well.

Yet he had never expected to witness such a spectacle in the alley today—

First, that white-clad youth had reduced Yu Xiaogang to a wreck with just a few words.

Then came a Martial Soul Fusion Skill clashing with a Level 78 Soul Sage.

Finally, he had publicly exposed the truth behind Yu Xiaogang's broken engagement and flight from marriage twenty years ago.

The scrawny man stood in the shadow of the wall for a long time, until Liu Erlong's figure disappeared at the end of the alley.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the ground and wept bitterly, while the three youths turned and left.

Only then did he quietly retreat into the darkness and race toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan as quickly as he could.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, inner hall.

Candlelight cast the dragon totems covering the four walls into shifting brightness and shadow.

Yu Luomian sat in a red sandalwood chair, tapping the armrest with his fingers again and again. After hearing the spy's report, he remained silent for a long while.

His original impression of Fang Fan had stopped at one word: arrogant—

He had dared to kill Xue Beng in front of Xue Ye. That was indeed arrogant.

But after hearing the spy recount everything that had happened in the alley without leaving out a detail, he realized his judgment of the youth had been completely wrong.

This was not arrogance. This was insight into human nature so terrifying it chilled the blood.

Yu Xiaogang's schemes were things even he, as his second uncle, had failed to see through, yet a youth who had never met him had dismantled them completely with just a few sentences.

What angered him even more was what Yu Xiaogang had done—

If you did not like Erlong, you could have said so directly. If you did not want to marry her, you could have broken off the engagement openly and honorably.

Why did you have to hurt her this way?

It had kept father and daughter from recognizing each other for twenty years, driving the rift between them ever deeper.

That useless fool had utterly disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

In the end, he did not keep the matter to himself.

He went to Yu Yuanzhen's stone hall and truthfully reported everything that had happened in the alley.

However, when he spoke of Liu Erlong beating Yu Xiaogang,

he merely glossed over it, saying only that Liu Erlong had left in an "agitated state."

Yu Yuanzhen sat in the sect master's seat.

Complex emotions churned within the dragon eyes beneath his thick, grizzled brows, eyes that carried an imposing authority even in anger.

"Fang Fan—so arrogant, daring to torment my son like this!"

Yu Yuanzhen's palm slammed heavily against the chair's armrest. His voice rumbled like thunder, making every candle flame in the hall jump.

Again and again, he had caused trouble for members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Either injuring Yu Tianheng or publicly humiliating Yu Xiaogang—this debt could not simply be written off.

They had to find an opportunity to let that brat know that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was not to be bullied.

"That fellow truly is arrogant. His swagger must be knocked down a notch."

Yu Luomian echoed him gravely from the side.

Yu Yuanzhen nodded and rose to his feet, the dragon patterns on his white robes glimmering faintly in the candlelight.

He pondered silently for a moment before making his decision.

However, he did not intend for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to act alone—

Xue Ye likely hated the brat to the bone as well, but he had not dared to act rashly because of the pressure from that green-robed elder.

If the two sides joined forces, their odds of success would be entirely different.

He headed for Heaven Dou Palace.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, main road.

The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon, and dusk painted the white-walled, gold-roofed buildings a deep dark gold.

Parasol trees swayed gently in the evening breeze, while fallen leaves rustled over the stone-paved road.

Fang Fan and the two girls returned to the academy through a side gate and walked toward the dormitory area along the main road.

Zhu Zhuqing walked on his left, while Ning Rongrong was on his right.

The shadows of the three of them stretched long and far through the twilight.

After turning onto Parasol Tree Avenue, the streetlights ahead had just lit up beneath their dim yellow glow.

Yu Tianheng was standing in the middle of the road with several members of the Imperial Fighting Team, blocking their path.

Yu Tianheng stood at the front with his arms folded and a gloomy expression. His injuries had mostly healed.

But something deeper than the anger from earlier that day churned in his eyes—

It was the look of someone desperate to prove something.

Several team members stood in a row behind him, their expressions varied—some nervous, some expectant.

There was also a hint of excitement from those who were eager to watch the drama unfold.

"What do you want? A good dog doesn't block the road."

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin slightly.

The aura of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess flared fully as she glared at Yu Tianheng without the slightest courtesy.

"Fang Fan, how about we spar?"

Yu Tianheng ignored Ning Rongrong's provocation, his gaze passing over her and landing directly on Fang Fan.

He deliberately kept his voice steady as he spoke.

But the faint upward lilt at the end of his words, along with the way his fists clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, betrayed the urgency surging within him.

"You want another beating?"

Zhu Zhuqing stepped half a pace forward. Her voice was cold as ice, and her deep eyes were filled with disdain and vigilance.

This guy had been sent flying by a single sword strike just the day before yesterday. The bandages on his arms had not even been fully removed, yet he had come looking for another fight—

Either there was something wrong with his head, or he had gained some backing he should not have had.

Either possibility made her instinctively wary.

Fang Fan lifted his head slightly from Zhu Zhuqing's fragrant shoulder.

The twilight dyed his white clothes a faint dark gold.

The dim streetlights and Yu Tianheng's unwilling face were reflected in his lazy eyes.

He glanced at him once before looking away, resting his head back on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

His tone was as calm as if he were answering a stranger asking for directions:

"You still haven't had enough of a beating from the day before yesterday?"

"Heh—today is different!"

The corners of Yu Tianheng's lips rose as he folded his arms across his chest and lifted his chin slightly.

His face still bore bruises left by being sent flying with a single sword strike earlier that day, yet it was filled with confidence utterly unlike that of the day before yesterday.

His gaze passed over Ning Rongrong, then Zhu Zhuqing.

It locked straight onto Fang Fan, his tone certain as if he had already seen the outcome:

"Today, I will defeat you!"

"Where did you get that confidence?"

Ning Rongrong looked Yu Tianheng up and down, her bright eyes full of confusion and amusement.

She had seen people overestimate themselves before, but never anyone this absurdly overconfident—

He had been sent flying by one sword strike the day before yesterday, the bandages on his arms were not even fully removed, yet after disappearing for an afternoon, he came back fully revived like a different person:

"Fang Fan did not even use his real strength before. You're really dreaming."

"He is a little crazy."

Zhu Zhuqing gave Yu Tianheng a cold glance, with no extra emotion in her voice.

"If you don't dare, just say so!"

Yu Tianheng took a step forward, and the team members behind him pressed forward half a step as well. At least their momentum looked convincing.

A provocative smile hung on his lips as his gaze remained locked tightly on Fang Fan.