Chapter Twenty-Three: Come on, don't waste your time, let's exchange a few blows.
Wang Mang's large hand, covered in earth-yellow spiritual energy, was about to crush Fang Li's shoulder and snatch the cold jade box from her arms, accompanied by a suffocatingly evil wind!
There's no way to dodge it! And trying to tough it out is even worse!
The difference between a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator and a peak ninth-level cultivator, with two followers at the seventh or eighth level in between, is like an insurmountable chasm!
"I'll risk it all!" A fierce glint flashed in Fang Li's eyes as she frantically circulated her fire elemental power, preparing to recklessly detonate several of her most treasured low-level explosive flame talismans.
Even if we can't kill them with the bombs, we must create chaos and charge out even if we're injured!
At this critical moment.
"Which bastard dares to touch my people?!"
A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly came from the side and behind!
Before the words had even faded, a burly figure, as imposing as an iron tower, crashed into the battle with overwhelming force!
Bang!!!
Wang Mang's hand, which was reaching for Fang Li, didn't even have time to touch the hem of Fang Li's clothes before he was hit head-on by a rampaging ancient beast!
"Pfft—!" Wang Mang's sinister smile froze instantly. He didn't even see who the person was before he spat out blood and flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the mountain wall more than ten feet away with a loud "boom." Rock fragments fell down, and he embedded himself half an inch into the wall. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly.
quiet!
A deathly silence!
The other three lackeys, who had just been clamoring to steal things and teach the female student rules, froze instantly, their faces contorted with greed and lewdness.
As if frozen in place, their eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the suddenly appearing figure.
Amidst the rising dust, the man slowly straightened up.
The newcomer was extremely tall and muscular, with bulging muscles that made his ordinary black disciple's robes look like they might burst at any moment.
His bronze face was sharply defined, and beneath his thick eyebrows, a pair of tiger-like eyes were burning with fierce flames as he stared intently at the remaining three small fry.
Fang Li held the jade box, her heart still pounding wildly. She was stunned for a moment by the sudden turn of events that had occurred before her.
She clearly crushed the jade slip Xie Chen gave her, so how did it attract Ji Qianqiu, that ruthless demon?! And this jade slip even has a connecting wire?!
[Beep! High-intensity combat energy burst detected! Source: Ji Qianqiu! Status: Extremely excited! Danger level: SS! Host, run! — Buzz… Signal is good, we suggest you watch and enjoy the show!]
The system's electronic voice was now incredibly clear, carrying a hint of gleeful excitement, as if it were watching a good show.
Fang Li: "..." (╯‵□′)╯ This broken system!
"Senior Brother Ji... Senior Brother Ji?!" The tall, thin follower's voice trembled, and his legs were shaking.
Ji Qianqiu is known in the sect for his fighting skills, his willingness to fight, and his particular love of fighting!
They especially like to spar with strong opponents. We usually avoid those who make a living by bullying the weak!
"Senior Brother Ji, it's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" The short, stout follower reacted the fastest, kneeling down with a thud, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "We...we were just joking with this junior sister! Just joking!"
"A joke?" Ji Qianqiu grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "I think I just heard someone trying to steal something? And even teach my junior sister some manners? Hmm?"
The last "hmm" sound, carrying an almost tangible pressure, crashed down!
Thump! Thump!
The remaining two followers at the seventh level of Qi Refining couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to their knees, their faces ashen, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.
"Senior Brother Ji, spare me! Spare me!" The tall, thin man kowtowed repeatedly. "It was Wang Mang! It was all Wang Mang's doing! He said there were fat sheep here... no, he said some fellow disciples had obtained treasures and asked us to... to borrow some."
"Yes, yes, yes! It was all Wang Mang's idea! It has nothing to do with us, senior brother!" The short, fat man quickly shifted the blame as well.
"Bullshit!" Ji Qianqiu's eyes widened, and he pointed his large, fan-like hand at the unfortunate Wang Mang, who was still unconscious and embedded in the mountain wall: "He's lying there, and you're still jumping around and trying to argue? Do you think I'm stupid?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ji Qianqiu made his move!
Bang! A punch!
The tall, thin man who was still kowtowing suddenly felt a blackout before his eyes. An irresistible force slammed into his chest, accompanied by the cracking sound of breaking ribs. He was sent flying backward, following in Wang Mang's footsteps, and crashed hard into the mountainside on the other side. He passed out without even uttering a sound.
"Ah!" The short, fat man was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run away.
"Trying to run?" Ji Qianqiu sneered, took a step forward, and struck first. With a large hand, he grabbed the short, fat man by the back of his collar like an eagle catching a chick.
"Senior Brother Ji! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Ah—!"
The short, fat man's pig-like screams came to an abrupt halt.
Ji Qianqiu grabbed him, his arm muscles bulging, and actually swung him around!
It traced a powerful semicircle in the air, and then—BOOM!!!
It slammed hard onto the ground in front of it!
Dust mixed with grass clippings shot into the sky! A shallow crater was punched into the ground!
The short, fat man lay limp in the pit like a dead fish, his eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, his body convulsing. He was clearly barely breathing.
The remaining follower, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, was the only one still barely standing.
He witnessed his companion being killed in an instant, and was so terrified that he dared not even think of resisting.
"Senior Brother Ji...I...I..." His teeth chattered, and he could barely speak.
Ji Qianqiu shook his large hands, which were covered in dust and grass clippings, as if he felt that the previous two blows were not enough. He looked at the last survivor with lingering satisfaction.
“You,” Ji Qianqiu beckoned to him, his tiger-like eyes gleaming, “You were shouting quite loudly just now? Come on, spar with me for a couple of rounds! I’ll let you go if you win!”
Upon hearing this, the henchman nearly wet his pants on the spot.
Beat Ji Qianqiu? Are you kidding me! Wang Mang, at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, was instantly killed with a single punch! For someone at the eighth level to go up there is just suicide!
"No, no, no! Senior Brother Ji, spare me! I admit defeat! I surrender!" He knelt down with a thud, raising his hands above his head: "I have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a three-year-old child to raise... Ugh! I was wrong! Senior Brother, spare me! I'll never dare to do it again! I'll leave right now! I'll leave right now!"
He begged for mercy incoherently while crawling backward on his hands and feet, wanting to get as far away from this scoundrel as possible.
"Tsk, boring!" Ji Qianqiu curled his lips in disgust, seemingly losing interest in this opponent who had no will to resist.
He stretched his thick neck, making a cracking sound. His dark disciple robes were torn in several places during his violent movements and were covered with dust and grass juice, making him look somewhat disheveled.
He waved his hand casually, like shooing away flies: "Get lost! Don't let me see you doing this kind of dirty work again! Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Senior Brother Ji! Thank you, Senior Brother Ji!" The follower felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled to the side of the cliff, frantically prying Wang Mang and the tall, thin man out of their still-embedded bodies.
Then, dragging one in each hand, they didn't even care about the short, fat man, and fled as if their backsides were on fire, afraid that Ji Qianqiu would change his mind.
In the blink of an eye, the once tense and dangerous scene in front of the mountain wall was now only occupied by Ji Qianqiu and Fang Li, who was holding the jade box.
As the dust settled, the surroundings were a mess, and two fresh human-shaped dents on the mountainside stood out conspicuously.
Ji Qianqiu then turned around, his tiger eyes, burning with the embers of battle intent, shining brightly as he stared straight at Fang Li.
Fang Li felt a little uneasy under his gaze and subconsciously hugged the cold jade box in her arms tighter.
He walked a few steps to Fang Li, his tall figure casting a shadow.
He looked Fang Li up and down, then grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth in a hearty smile.
"Hey! Are you alright? Looks like you're not missing a limb. Perfect, I haven't had enough fun yet! Come on, don't waste your time, let's exchange a few blows!"
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