Fang Xi felt around in her bosom and pulled out a small vial, pouring out a pink pill and directly stuffing it into Chun Yu's mouth.
Although Chun Yu was currently unconscious, she still faintly resisted.
But Fang Xi was not polite. She forcibly opened the woman's mouth and pushed the pill in with her fingers...
In addition to that, he took out several golden needles and inserted them into Chun Yu's head.
"Ugh..."
Chun Yu's eyelids trembled violently, suddenly opening her eyes, the once clear gaze now clouded.
"Tell me, your name..." Fang Xi's eyes shone brightly, his words carrying a strange power.
This was the 'Soul Confusion Technique'!
A little trick Fang Xi learned from Master Jiuxuan.
Not only did it require the use of drugs and acupuncture, but it could only be used by cultivators with spiritual awareness on ordinary people without spiritual awareness. It was completely ineffective against even a Qi Refinement cultivator, with many restrictions.
As for the rumored 'Soul Searching Technique' that could be used on cultivators, Fang Xi had never even seen it.
"Chun Yu..."
A hint of green light suddenly appeared in Chun Yu's eyes as she answered in a daze.
"Tell me, what is your position in Yuanhe Mountain..." Fang Xi continued to question.
"I am in charge of the Blackstone City branch of Yuanhe Mountain..."
"Why did you come out this time?"
"To capture Zhang Junming. The elder instructed to spare his life..."
"To capture him? That's strange..." Fang Xi stroked his chin. "Tell me all the martial arts you know, about the manuals and divine intentions, and tell me their locations..."
Half an hour later...
"What a pity..."
Fang Xi looked at Chun Yu's beautiful figure and sighed.
According to the confession of the one under the Soul Confusion Technique, she had not cultivated the renowned sect's secret technique - Yuanhe Five Thunder Hands!
In fact, within the Yuanhe Mountain branch, only Linghu Yang had received the true transmission, but it was only a partial transmission, reaching at most the True Strength Martial Master level, without the content of subsequent Martial Saints.
Hmm, in Chun Yu's heart, there was another title for a Grandmaster - True Gang Martial Saint!
Other than that, this woman was of no great use.
Fang Xi's palm lightly stroked her hair, then passed over her delicate earlobes, small chin, and finally reached her swan-like slender neck.
Crack!
Expressionless, he snapped her neck.
A beauty of her generation, now perished.
No melodramatic events occurred.
"It seems I have to face Linghu Yang head-on."
Fang Xi truly did not want to confront a True Strength Martial Master comparable to the Second Layer of Body Refinement.
Even though the opponent was not a cultivator and lacked many methods.
But now, there was no other choice.
Half a month passed quickly.
Yuanhe Mountain branch.
With each team that disappeared into the outside world, there was no return.
Even the most foolish disciples noticed that something was amiss.
A team or two disappearing could be attributed to bad luck.
But all the disciples sent out to search for resources had vanished, a feat that even wooden and cursed people with no intelligence could not achieve!
There was definitely a terrifying enemy outside, hunting down the people and horses of Yuanhe Mountain!
Moreover, their tracking techniques were extremely sophisticated.
Linghu Yang had gone out several times in a rage, even disguised as an ordinary disciple, mingling in the teams as bait, but he could never catch a glimpse of that cunning enemy!
Affected by this, the promised alliance with the martial arts schools immediately turned into a wait-and-see attitude.
After all, those old foxes were best at sailing with the wind and being fence-sitters.
And as Linghu Yang's temper grew increasingly restless, scolding and even physically abusing ordinary disciples, many disciples could not bear the pressure and fled one after another.
As a result, what was once a large Yuanhe Mountain now appeared to be falling apart...
"Damn it!"
Qiao Wuchang looked at the main gate.
What was once an ordinary boundary now seemed like a terrifying abyss.
Outside the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold, it seemed as if countless monsters were lurking, specifically hunting them down.
Only by Linghu Yang's side could one feel a bit of security.
He dared not go out long ago, but with the consumption of food day and night, his anxiety only grew.
"Lord Executive, our food is running out, what should we do?"
A disciple of Yuanhe Mountain approached Qiao Wuchang and whispered.
"How is that possible?"
Qiao Wuchang instinctively did not believe it, as they were the most well-prepared force.
But after thinking about it, his face turned from white to red, showing a hint of ferocity. "Today, I will lead the team personally to search the disciples' rooms. Kill all the women captured, starting with this Executive... This will save us a lot, won't it?"
"Yes..."
The disciple wanted to say more, but since the Executive was about to lead the charge to kill the steward's concubine, he had nothing more to say.
"You may leave."
After sending away the disciple, Qiao Wuchang felt even more suffocated and muttered to himself, "No... I have to talk to the elder in charge. This can't go on like this!"
Recently, Linghu Yang's whereabouts had been a bit strange, but Qiao Wuchang had subconsciously ignored this abnormality.
After organizing his thoughts, he went to Linghu Yang's door, knocked respectfully three times, and said, "Elder Master Linghu, Qiao Wuchang requests an audience."
"Come in!"
Linghu Yang's voice was very calm, like an underground stream beneath an iceberg.
Qiao Wuchang entered and saw Linghu Yang putting on his coat, smiling at him. "Wuchang, how long have we known each other?"
"Since the day you came to Blackstone City, I have followed you. It has been three years and six months."
Qiao Wuchang replied with a bow.
"But... you have disappointed my trust," Linghu Yang said lightly.
Qiao Wuchang immediately knelt on the ground. "Please forgive me, it was because of the scheming of a villain that we did not capture enough warriors..."
Half a month ago, when Linghu Yang gave orders to the heads of the martial arts schools, he gave Qiao Wuchang a task.
With the strength of Yuanhe Mountain, capturing and subduing some lone warriors was very simple.
But after the appearance of that damn enemy, Qiao Wuchang did not dare to even leave the main gate, let alone capture warriors.
"Never mind, do one more thing for me, and I will forgive you." Linghu Yang walked to a spot in the room, lifted the floorboards, revealing a dark hole, and beckoned. "Follow me!"
"I am willing to give my all, to die without complaint!"
Qiao Wuchang hurriedly followed, feeling somewhat surprised. When did Linghu Yang dig a tunnel in his bedroom?
The tunnel was not long, leading to a cellar.
In the cellar was...
Qiao Wuchang's eyes widened slightly.
And Linghu Yang's voice came softly, "Didn't you say you would give your all for me? Then I will grant your wish!"
"Ah!"
A chilling scream suddenly came from the cellar.
...
"Brother Fang!"
Zhang Junming stood side by side with Fang Xi, looking at the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold under the overcast sky.
During these days, he and Fang Xi had worked together to scatter the Yuanhe Mountain teams, leaving the stronghold in disarray. Zhang Junming felt a sense of relief, "Now that there are few disciples left in Yuanhe Mountain, only Qiao Wuchang can fight, but they are also trapped. What should we do next?"
"It's simple, we go in through the main gate. You hold off Qiao Wuchang, I'll take care of Linghu Yang. It's that simple!"
Fang Xi assessed the strengths of both sides and made a decision.
With the current reversal of strengths, it was time to act without hesitation!
The Yuanhe Mountain branch now had very few disciples left, unable to withstand the onslaught like ants biting an elephant.
"Perfect! My family will take the vanguard!"
Zhang Junming laughed heartily and strode towards the main gate of the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold.
He exhaled, his muscles wriggling, lumps growing on his arms one after another, as if gathering all his strength into one punch, smashing it out!
A fist that split the heavens!
Bang!
The heavy and sturdy gate instantly shattered into pieces.
Then, Zhang Junming charged into the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold like a war chariot, the sounds of numerous disciples' screams echoing.
"Hmm?"
Fang Xi lightly stepped, leaping several meters and landing on the wall.
He watched as Zhang Junming slaughtered the disciples of Yuanhe Mountain, feeling somewhat puzzled.
'Where is Linghu Yang?'
'And why hasn't Qiao Wuchang made a move?'
Things were not normal, but Fang Xi restrained himself from acting, lurking and following Zhang Junming who was wreaking havoc.
"Haha... a bunch of cowards, dare to come and kill me?"
With each punch, Zhang Junming knocked down a disciple of Yuanhe Mountain, then stomped on them ruthlessly.
Their heads exploded like watermelons, red and white splattering the ground.
The scene was terrifying, but as a True Strength cultivator, it did not stir any emotions in him.
Even if he had a slightly kinder heart, facing enemies who wanted to kill him, he would never show mercy.
In an era where one could starve to death at any moment, kindness to others was cruelty to oneself.
Zhang Junming cleared a path of blood, advancing all the way to the inner courtyard, feeling that something was amiss. "Linghu Yang, Qiao Wuchang... come out and face me!"
The next moment, a door shattered.
Amidst the flying wood chips, a figure shot out, striking with a palm.
Zhang Junming's muscles wriggled, meeting the palm with his fist.
Bang!
At the moment of impact, Zhang Junming felt a terrifying force, as if a mountain was collapsing, shattering his peak True Strength.
Puff!
His Cloud Whale Body was broken, and he was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Half kneeling on the ground, Zhang Junming looked ahead at the figure and uttered each word with a pause, "Ling... hu... Yang?"
Only a True Strength Martial Master could easily crush his full-strength eruption.
"So, you've been hiding like a rat outside?"
Linghu Yang, draped in a green coat, turned around, looking at Zhang Junming with some disappointment. "Just so..."
(End of Chapter)