Wind God Sect?
Li Xiaoran's indifferent voice suddenly trembled, and he sighed, "A very powerful sect."
Fang Zong was speechless. Impressive? More like a weirdo!
Li Xiaoran explained, "The Wind God Sect used to be very powerful, with eighteen out of ten experts at the Technique level and nearly two hundred at the Law level... I'm not saying they were very strong, but that they were absolutely fearless. By the end of the Liberation War, they only had two newly promoted junior Technique-level experts left."
Fang Zong couldn't help but tremble. So many powerful experts at the skill level, nearly wiped out during the Liberation War?
He was already a master of the arts level and knew very well how to save his own life. It can only be said that the Wind God Sect was full of heroes and had an unyielding spirit that would last forever, no less than the female generals of the Yang family!
But why now do we need peace and friendship?
Li Xiaoran continued, "It's still about Yasuo. That time the manual was stolen, one Mage-level cultivator died from poisoning, and another Mage-level cultivator crippled himself."
Fang Zong remained silent.
He then said, "I understand."
After speaking with Li Xiaoran, Fang Zong turned to the still wary girl and smiled, "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."
A stir-fried loofah with eggs, two bowls of white rice, and a bowl of hot and sour soup—that was Fang Zong's lunch.
Fang Zong ate with great relish, praising the girl's cooking skills.
Su Bai chimed in, "Is it delicious? Let me tell you, my third senior sister is a woman who can grace a hall and cook in the kitchen. I've already told my second senior brother to introduce her to the thug leader. Don't get any funny ideas!"
Fang Zong smiled but didn't say anything.
The girl, her face flushed, cleared the dishes and went out.
The night sky is dotted with stars.
The old sect leader was still listening to the radio; it was a play, and his beard twitched as he tapped the beat.
Su Bai was still a high school student and had gone home early to do his homework.
On the other hand, the third senior sister, Sun He'er, was diligently practicing her swordsmanship. Her not-so-pretty eyes were filled with a stubbornness similar to that of her junior brother, Su Bai, but they also held something more.
Fang Zong, watching from the side, laughed and said, "Such a strong killing intent."
Sun He'er abruptly sheathed her sword.
It was a wooden knife, which shattered inch by inch in Sun He'er's hands.
Fang Zong shook his head. He knew about the Fengshen Sect. Looking at Sun He'er's knife, which was full of killing intent, he knew very well that Sun He'er's talk of 'peace and friendship' was only directed at her junior brother.
As for herself, she will risk her life to seek justice sooner or later.
Without explaining further, he stepped forward and said, "Watch."
Even when a woman uses a knife, she should move with lightness and agility. Fang Zong combined what he saw in Sun He'er's knife technique, Lin Qiaoyu's drunken sword, and the energy flow he saw using the Little Heavenly Gang True Explanation. Finally, he combined this with his fighting instincts to create a knife technique suitable for Sun He'er.
Suddenly, the flashes of sword light, like butterflies dancing, illuminated the surroundings, leaving the courtyard covered in sword marks.
"What impressive skills! Young man, you've put a lot of thought into this!"
The old sect leader suddenly exclaimed in praise, "He'er, why don't you thank this brother? This sword technique is perfectly suited to you. To find this technique, this brother must have expended at least 30% of his energy!"
Fang Zong laughed and said, "Not that many."
As Sun He'er strode over, Fang Zong's muscles tensed up.
Sun He'er knelt down and kowtowed, but Fang Zong, who was prepared, quickly dodged away.
He shook his head and said, "You have the entire Fengshen Sect of heroes behind you. No one can bear the weight of your kneeling."
The room fell silent.
Sun He'er was still stubbornly kowtowing when the door was suddenly pushed open, and Youmingfeng walked in.
Having become a powerful expert at the spell level, Youming Feng was full of vigor, walking with an air of arrogance, accompanied by a long laugh. But the laugh abruptly stopped as he stared at Fang Zong: "Zong..."
"Brother Zong sent me!"
Fang Zong took over the conversation, unwilling to reveal his name, resorting to a clichéd attempt at showing off.
Besides, in the Wind God Sect, a family full of heroes, he didn't think he could afford to pretend!
He was still wondering whether or not he should go to Japan.
Going to Japan is somewhat dangerous, but if he doesn't go, he feels dirty and filthy!
"Hehe, good young man!"
The old sect leader glanced at Youmingfeng's surprised expression and gave Fang Zong a meaningful compliment.
Sun He'er was clearly not stupid either; she lowered her head and smiled with her lips pursed.
Thinking about how Fang Zong was her big backer, her cheeks turned red, her ears turned red, her neck turned red, and sweat even started to bead on her ponytail.
…………
"Brother, have some tea."
Fang Zong and You Mingfeng took their seats in the hall. Sun He'er served tea, gave Fang Zong a deep look, and then left.
Youmingfeng took a sip of tea and said with a wry smile, "Brother Zong, why did you hide your identity? Now look what's happened, my entire sect has been pretending to be stupid."
Fang Zong asked directly, "Where are you going?"
The Nether Wind remained silent.
Just as he was about to speak, a loud bang came from outside.
Fang Zong and You Mingfeng both stood up and looked outside the hall. They saw that the courtyard gate had been pushed open, and Su Bai had knelt on the ground before even running in, crying like a baby.
"Master! Second Senior Brother! Third Senior Sister!"
Su Bai wiped away his snot and tears, crying out, "Second Uncle is dead!"
Upon hearing this, Youmingfeng's face went blank, as if struck by lightning, and he slumped back into his seat, utterly powerless...
Su Bai and Sun He'er's second senior uncle should be You Mingfeng's second senior uncle, the one who crippled his own martial arts.
He died unexpectedly in a car accident.
The old sect leader took two juniors to handle the funeral arrangements, but Youming Feng refused to go. After they left, he entered the room on the west side.
Fang Zong noticed the lights were on in the room. When he went inside, he found You Mingfeng holding a pile of papers.
"Hope Project pairing assistance registration card, donation receipt, donation receipt for disability assistance..."
Fang Zong read the notes aloud.
The yellowed donation receipts for education, the Hope Project's application cards for aid, and the letters from the children who received the aid that brought tears to my eyes—there's nothing of real value in them, but each and every one of them is priceless!
Youmingfeng said in a low voice, "Yasuo was brought into the sect by my second uncle. After our master died, my second uncle crippled himself. He was a teacher, but he donated his retirement pension and the money he made from collecting and selling garbage, hoping to accumulate good karma for our master."
Fang Zong asked, "So you blame him? You weren't even willing to see him off when he died?"
Youmingfeng clutched his head in anguish.
Fang Zong then asked, "Why did he cripple his own martial arts instead of chasing after Yasuo?"
"Yasuo is the adopted son of my second uncle."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong suddenly exuded murderous intent, raised his long sword horizontally, and pierced the sky.
I decisively called Old Wang and said only two words: "I'll go!"
That's right, he's going to Japan!
What's there to be afraid of if there's danger?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; you do the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth!
If he backs down now, what's the difference between him and a hamster?
Upon seeing Japanese military uniforms, Fang Zong had the idea of going to Japan, but the grudges from decades ago between the previous generation didn't really motivate him enough to risk his life.
But what about now?
Killing my general, stealing my secret manual, betraying my master and ancestors—these are heinous crimes!
It happened right before his eyes!
He wouldn't stop until he killed Yasuo and caused chaos in Japan!
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