Chapter 157 I'm not? Fang Lansheng struggled to his feet...
Fang Lansheng struggled to his feet, screaming silently, "I can't speak. If I do, I'll be worthless."
Unfortunately, his struggles were firmly suppressed by the disciples of the Divine Palace, and he couldn't even make a sound.
Moreover, the clan chief's wife had no interest in paying attention to his movements. "Because the descendants of the Spirit Fruit have nothing special about them. Take Nanbei's daughter, for example; she was no different from ordinary people back then. After Nanbei was taken away by the Divine Palace, her daughter grew up, married, and had children. Not only was she no different from anyone else, but her daughter was also no different from ordinary people. Later, people from the Divine Palace came and specifically took her away. But they were later sent back. The Fang family ancestors have always been observing her descendants, but they have no extraordinary abilities. We think that since even the Divine Palace can't find anything, we might as well be bold and give it a try."
Wu Chendu laughed in anger, "Your Fang family is truly cunning. You probably thought that if the Spirit Clan couldn't distinguish between them, they could take your daughter away. In the future, they could recognize each other based on blood ties, and the Fang family would ultimately be the winner." He couldn't help but shake his head and asked the Fang family patriarch, "Is what your wife said true?"
Chief Fang dared not cause any more trouble and prostrated himself on the ground. "Your Excellency, we were bewitched and did such a foolish thing, but we only wanted to protect the Fang family. What my wife said is true. My daughter is indeed unrelated to this matter. She was sent to the island in the middle of the lake by us when she was a child. She ate chaff and wild vegetables and suffered countless hardships. She has never even seen a few strangers. Please, Your Excellency, have mercy and let her go. I beg you."
Wu Chen's face suddenly turned cold, and he slammed his hand on the table. "Even now, you still dare to lie and deceive, trying to get away with it!"
The Fang couple pleaded in unison, "Your Excellency, what we've said is the truth!"
Wu Chen raised his hand and said, "Fang Lansheng, does this thing look familiar to you?"
Fang Lansheng looked up and gasped. Then, he instinctively looked at Luo Heyi.
Wu Chen unfolded the letter in his hand and read it aloud, "Sixteenth Brother, I am deeply saddened to part with you since we met at Fuxian Lake..." He couldn't help but sneer, "Miss Luo, didn't you say you didn't know Fang Lansheng? This is a letter you wrote to Fang Lansheng yourself!"
Luo Heyi's hidden worries came true, and his gaze toward Luo Dushou was full of urgency.
Wu Chen continued coldly, “…Lu Qing is all brawn and no brains. With your skills, you should be able to capture him easily. I hope you can use a little trick to subdue him. If that fails, you can ruin his reputation and cause him and his wife to drift apart…Luo Heyi!”
An barely suppressed rage surfaced between Wu Chen's brows as he stretched out his hand, "Take my sword."
The people at Zhan Yantai were taken aback and stood up one after another. Luo Dushou said, "Witch God, please calm down. There may be a misunderstanding."
Luo Du'an shouted, "Fang Lansheng, tell me quickly, does this letter exist, or is it a forgery?"
Fang Lansheng looked over at the sound and saw Luo Dushou's eyes filled with a fierce glint, the threat obvious. Fang Lansheng was speechless for a moment, finding himself unable to utter a word.
Luo Du'an urged, "Young Master Fang, you've already made a mistake, don't make another one..." A sword aura swept over, and Luo Du'an's hair ornament fell off, his hair scattered, and he looked disheveled.
Wu Chen gripped the Taiyi Sword. "Save your petty tricks for fooling others elsewhere. If you dare to utter another word, I'll decapitate you and you'll never be able to outwit anyone again."
Luo Dushou also gripped his weapon. "Priest, He Yi is our Lord's niece."
Wu Chen sneered, "Why don't you let Lord Luo come out and say those words to me in person?"
Luo Dushou's eyelids twitched. "Priest, the Divine Palace and the Flame-Slaying Platform have been on good terms for thousands of years. They wouldn't go to war over such a trivial matter. Even if He Yi was wrong, she was young and impulsive, and faced with great upheaval, which led her to do such a thing. I will make her apologize to Your Majesty and offer a gift. Whatever Your Majesty likes, no matter how rare or precious, we will find it as a gift of compensation. When we return, the Lord will surely punish her severely."
Wu Chen ignored him and said loudly, "Lord Luo, I only remember three. If you don't show yourself, don't blame me for being merciless. Three..."
Luo Dushou angrily said, "Witch Chen..."
"two……"
"You dare!"
"one!"
A sword shadow appeared from outside, slashing towards the Divine Palace disciple guarding Luo Heyi's side. Lu Qing stamped her foot and rushed down from the chief's seat, gripping the Ruler between her eyebrows tightly with both hands, and swept it upwards. The two beams of light collided and exploded, and everyone present quickly summoned their weapons to protect themselves. When the light dissipated, everyone could see clearly that the one fighting against the tall man was none other than Wu Chen's young wife.
Among the world's top experts, Luo Sicheng, the master of Zhan Yantai, was naturally one of them. However, no one expected that Luo Sicheng, who had been famous for hundreds of years, would be stopped by Lu Qing's ruler.
Everyone was thinking to themselves, "All brawn and no brains!" What's wrong with Luo Heyi? They wanted someone with that kind of all-powerful but empty-handed strength too!
Just as Lu Qing stopped Luo Sicheng, Wu Chen looked at Luo Dushou, expressionless, and swung his sword to the side with his left hand.
Luo Heyi felt a sharp pain between her brows, and her eyes gradually turned crimson. She slowly lowered her head, blood dripping from her nose onto her clean dress. Wu Chen's sword energy had sliced from her brow to her lower abdomen. Luo Heyi collapsed in disbelief.
Fang Lansheng, witnessing this scene, struggled in terror. This Wu Chen was utterly insane; he dared to kill Luo Heyi, the beloved daughter of Zhan Yantai. No, this couple were both madmen; Lu Qing had already directly attacked Luo Sicheng.
No, what stupid thing did he do! Why did he have to mess with someone like that! Fang Lansheng looked at the blood continuously oozing from beneath Luo Heyi and screamed silently like a clown. Wu Chen walked up to him, reached out and grabbed his neck, and whispered, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
What? Fang Lansheng heard a cracking sound from his throat. A sharp pain spread from his throat, and the agony of suffocation instantly overwhelmed him.
But for some reason, his mind was perfectly clear in his dying moments. Wu Chen said he had wanted to do this for a long time. Then why didn't he do it sooner? He dared to kill someone in front of Luo Sicheng; was he afraid of what others would say or point fingers at? Unless, unless Wu Chen didn't care when he killed him, or unless Wu Chen was using him. Wu Chen was using him?!
Fang Lansheng chuckled twice, seemingly trying to remind Luo Sicheng: Luo Heyi and I are just bait for Wu Chen. His real target is you! It's Zhan Yantai!
Unfortunately, Fang Lansheng realized this too late. And Luo Heyi never understood it until his death.
But Luo Sicheng understood. While blocking Lu Qing's storm-like attacks, he slowly retreated towards the outside of Fuxian Tower.
Luo Heyi arrived, Luo Dushou arrived, and the experts from Zhan Yantai had all secretly arrived, so naturally he came as well. However, when Wu Chen entered the building, he asked Luo Dushou where he was, clearly indicating that Wu Chen had anticipated his arrival. But knowing he was coming, yet daring to use Luo Heyi to force him out, and even daring to kill Luo Heyi in front of him—what did this signify? It meant that Wu Chen was not afraid of him bringing the experts from Zhan Yantai to attack him on Fuxian Lake.
Why?
Luo Sicheng dodged another wave of attacks from Lu Qing with great effort and quickly retreated.
Lu Qing pursued relentlessly. Wu Chen, carrying the Taiyi Sword, ignored Luo Dushou and the others, and followed directly behind Lu Qing.
Wu Chen! Luo Sicheng silently repeated Wu Chen's name in his heart. After Wu Chen's succession ceremony as a high priest, he stayed in the Divine Palace for half a month with the aim of stalling Wu Chen. During that half month, he often sparred and talked with Wu Chen. It must be said that Wu Chen was indeed an amazing genius. Unfortunately, this was not good news for the Zhan Yan Platform, which was determined to dominate. Therefore, even though he greatly admired Wu Chen, he would not let go of any opportunity to eliminate Wu Chen.
Tonight's Wu Chen surprised him even more. Whether it was Wu Chen's three questions or Wu Chen's three numbers, even he couldn't see Wu Chen's strategy until Wu Chen revealed the answers himself.
However, no matter how far-sighted Wu Shen is, he has no chance of winning under such an overwhelming disparity in strength.
Luo Sicheng retreated to Fuxian Lake and landed on a small boat. Lu Qing landed directly on the lake surface, less than ten feet away from Luo Sicheng.
Lu Qing was in the middle of a fierce fight when she saw Luo Sicheng stop, and she was a little unhappy. "Are you going to continue or not?"
Luo Sicheng quite liked Lu Qing's appearance, and smiled upon hearing this, "I won't fight. I'll only kill."
"Who to kill?"
"Wu Chen." Luo Sicheng looked at her, her round almond eyes glaring, seemingly annoyed, yet utterly adorable. He thought to himself, no wonder Wu Chen cherishes her like a treasure, while treating He Yi like a weed. Lu Qing is indeed far more interesting than those women who are merely pretty. "Why don't you wait over there? Whoever survives, you'll go with them?"
Lu Qing frowned, then suddenly seemed to understand, "So all the people from the Flame-Slaying Platform are madmen."
Wu Chen caught up and landed beside Lu Qing, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. "Lord Luo, how have you been?"
Luo Sicheng said regretfully, "It's not good, you just killed my niece."
Wu Chen also felt very regretful, "My niece was determined to die, and I had no choice but to grant her wish."
Lu Qing glanced sideways: Wow, these two are actually cut from the same cloth!
It is estimated that Luo Sicheng's true feelings are similar to Lu Qing's. He was speechless for a moment, and after pausing for a few breaths, he said, "Last time, I had a very pleasant conversation with the priest in the temple. However, things are unpredictable, and things have turned out like this. I am also very helpless. Fortunately, Fuxian Lake has infinite scenery and is an excellent place to be buried. The priest does not need to feel too regretful."
Lu Qing, impatient with Luo Sicheng's tone, interrupted him, "You can bury him anywhere, he won't regret it. I'm telling you, stop dawdling, it's late at night, and after we're done, we still need to go back to sleep."
Wu Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't talk nonsense."
Lu Qing was taken aback. When did I say something out of line?
Luo Sicheng smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the surface of Fuxian Lake churned, and hundreds of men in black emerged from beneath the surface…
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Author's note: It's almost finished!
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