Chapter 16: Shaking People
As the night draws to a close, the pre-dawn light faintly illuminates the devastated Jinxi City.
The white light that penetrated the monster made of corpses directly returned to the hands of the person who came.
The man was none other than Fan Zhengyu who came from Fan Mansion.
In his hand, he held a long sword that shone with white light. He had thrown the scabbard somewhere unknown. He looked extremely angry and said, "You coward! Don't think you can slaughter Jinxi City just because my father is injured!"
He held the knife in one hand, made hand gestures with the other, and chanted an ancient spell.
Jiang Tan felt something, nudged Fan Qingyue with his elbow, and said, "That spell will take a while to chant. You and I have to protect him and prevent that monster from disturbing him."
Fan Qingyue looked strange, "How did you know?"
"The family has a long tradition. Perhaps they were of the same origin long before the dawn of time." Jiang Tan's eyes showed a hint of thought as he added, "His spell is somewhat similar to the one I want to use."
Without waiting for Fan Qingyue to say anything else, Jiang Tan took the longbow and used his spiritual power to condense arrows to hinder the monster's advance.
Fan Qingyue also moved forward with a knife to buy time for Fan Zhengyu.
Ancient spells poured out from Fan Zhengyu's mouth. The invisible language seemed to draw out invisible spiritual power, and the white light of the long sword in his hand became brighter.
The next moment, Fan Zhengyu suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a white light in his eyes. He held the knife forward, and countless white lights alternated into a dense net, heading straight for the monster.
In an instant, the white light penetrated the monster, and the monster that was pieced together by corpses broke into smaller pieces. A red light the size of a needle tip emerged from the pieces and then flew away into the distance.
Fan Qingyue wanted to chase after him, but when he turned around, he heard the sound of Fan Zhengyu falling to the ground.
He thought about it and decided not to abandon his younger brother.
The other end.
The ray of red light finally flew over the mountains and returned to Murong Jing's hands.
Murong Jing was still beside the stream. He pushed away the red line and saw a ray of white light being swept over.
"We didn't kill anyone, and we only took so little. How can we explain this?"
"At least we have to kill one, right?"
Murong Jing thought about it for a long time, but finally did not dare to cast the spell to summon the reflection.
Qingyun Sect.
Ye Qingzhou has been living a good life recently.
All things are difficult at the beginning. Ever since he drew the Qi into his body, he gradually grasped some of the secrets of cultivation. His progress in cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, and he even began to enjoy his days in Qingyun Sect.
Ye Qingzhou hummed a little tune and went to the mission hall to complete the task. Then he walked slowly towards his residence. He was still wondering when he would be able to break through to the foundation-building stage and how to arrange his practice afterwards.
It was as if he originally belonged to this world.
Until the old voice that had not spoken for a long time sounded again in his heart
“It appeared.”
The voice seemed to be filled with a hint of excitement and trembling, saying: "Go west, go west, and get that thing. Even if it's just a little bit, it can eliminate the conflict between the two realms. Then I will teach you a completely different set of skills. The day you return will be just around the corner!"
After the voice finished speaking, it let out another miserable cry and said, "How can you have such cultivation?"
"It was Elder Jian who helped me." Ye Qingzhou replied in his heart.
"Who is Elder Jian?"
"Qingyun Sect's inner sect elder Jian Anning."
"Who is Jian Anning?"
The old voice had never heard of this name, but how could that person try so hard and really give Ye Qingzhou the opportunity to become an immortal?
What should he do with the martial arts he prepared for Ye Qingzhou?
The old voice pondered for a long time before finally saying, "It's okay. It's not important. When you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, you can still practice my technique."
It’s just that the foundation and character are not tempered enough, so the effect may be poor, the old voice thought, but did not say it out loud.
"My technique is far superior to the Qing Jue, and is also different from other techniques. It is a completely different cultivation system inherited from ancient times."
"It's just that you need to go to the west and get something."
Ye Qingzhou was still curious about the technique mentioned in the old voice, so he asked in his heart: "Where exactly is the West?"
"Let me think about it," the old voice said after a pause, "If I remember correctly, that place is called Buyeo."
Fuyu, Jinxi City.
Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan sent the exhausted Fan Zhengyu back to the Fan Mansion.
The originally tall walls of the Fan Mansion were reduced to ruins after the previous battle. However, most of the rooms were still intact, probably because the defense formation in the mansion was still functioning normally.
Fan Guanfu was still lying in the same room as before, watched by Fan Shiliu, and Fan Zhengyu didn't know why he had to stay with his father who showed no sign of waking up.
So Jiang Tan and Fan Qingyue had no choice but to put them together out of kindness.
"What happened to my second brother? Why is he lying there with his eyes closed like father?" There was a hint of confusion in Fan Shiliu's eyes.
Just as Fan Qingyue was about to explain, he heard Fan Shiliu say with an ignorant and confused look, "Is he dead?"
Fan Qingyue: ...
Fan Qingyue: "I'm just injured."
"Then can second brother drink the medicine?" Fan Shiliu brought the teacup to Fan Qingyue.
"Maybe?" Fan Qingyue hesitated, then said, "I'm not good at making pills, so I don't dare to speak rashly."
"Let me see." Jiang Tan said at the right time.
However, Jiang Tan's gentle and friendly words seemed to irritate Fan Shiliu.
Fan Shiliu hid the teacup behind his back, stared at Jiang Tan, and said, "If your last name is not Fan, I won't show it to you."
Jiang Tan:?
She glanced at Fan Qingyue, as if to say: What's going on?
Fan Qingyue didn't know why Fan Shiliu said that, but he knew that Jiang Tan was quite good at herbal medicine, so he walked forward and tried to take the bowl of medicine from Fan Shiliu.
But Fan Shiliu still didn't give it to him.
She stared at Fan Qingyue with a fixed gaze, as if she had seen through his intentions, and whispered, "You can't give it to anyone outside the Fan family."
"Of course." Fan Qingyue coaxed Fan Shiliu very gently, and decided to turn around and show Jiang Tan what the real secret of this medicine was.
However, at the moment when Fan Qingyue took the tea bowl from Fan Shiliu's hand, the petite girl let out a sharp roar, like a dragon with its reverse scales plucked.
The door that had just been closed was kicked open, and the young man's voice rang out, saying, "Who is bullying you again?"
Fan Qingyue looked at Fan Mao who kicked the door open, then looked at Fan Shiliu who was screaming, and then looked at the teacup in his hand.
He thought about it and placed the teacup on the table. He said to Fan Shiliu and Fan Mao, "My junior sister is knowledgeable about herbs. She can tell me if this medicine can also be given to Fan Zhengyu."
Before Fan Mao could think much, he saw Fan Shiliu snatch the teacup and feed all the medicine into Fan Guanfu's mouth, leaving only some brown marks on the bedding and clothes.
"If only father could wake up."
Fan Shiliu retreated to his original position expressionlessly, looking at Fan Guanfu and speaking.
Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan looked at each other and both noticed something strange about Fan Shiliu.
What's so shameful about that soup?
However, perhaps it was because Fan Shiliu had some ability to make his words come true, but Fan Guanfu, who had been lying motionless on the bed and looked like he was about to die, actually slowly opened his eyes.
He seemed to have woken up from a long dream, rubbed his temples and sat up, saying in a deep voice, "What's making so much noise?"
Without exception, everyone present was stunned.
Because of Jian An Ning's words, Fan Qingyue truly believed that he came to the Fan Mansion only because he wanted to see his father for the last time. He had never thought about meeting the living Fan Guanfu again.
So, after Fan Guanfu stood up, Fan Qingyue almost subconsciously stepped back.
Because when he left Buyeo, he promised that he would never return to the Fan family.
But his father, who had just woken up, somehow saw him at once and said with hesitation but certainty in his voice, "Fan Qingyue? Why are you back?"
I heard you died, so I came back.
Fan Qingyue swallowed his words and turned his back to his biological father, saying, "Jinxi City has been attacked by monsters, resulting in countless casualties. Now that you've woken up, please take charge of the situation."
After he said that, he took Jiang Tan's hand and was about to leave.
However, Fan Guanfu waved his hand and the door closed in front of Fan Qingyue. He had already stood up and looked at his first child as if he was looking at an enemy.
There seemed to be a hint of danger in his voice: "Are you still unable to let go of the Fan family's inheritance?"
Fan Qingyue was so angry that he laughed and said contemptuously: "Who wants that kind of thing? That inheritance turned you into this, I will never be like you."
Countless spiritual powers condensed in Fan Qingyue's palm.
With a loud "boom", the closed wooden door shattered into ashes. Fan Qingyue didn't even turn his head back, looking like he didn't want to have anything to do with the Fan family.
However, just because he doesn't want to doesn't mean others don't want to.
There were three "whoosh" sounds, and three golden arrows blocked Fan Qingyue's way.
Fan Mao showed no intention of putting down his longbow. His face was as solemn as water as he said, "You can't leave."
Fan Qingyue looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Then Fan Mao said, "You came here to investigate the monster riot, and Jinxi City was attacked by monsters. How can I let you go?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Shiliu, who was standing by, decisively took out two daggers, crossed them in front of his chest, and looked at Fan Qingyue with hostility.
"Your family relationships are quite harmonious." Jiang Tan chuckled and said to Fan Qingyue.
"But it has nothing to do with you."
As Fan Qingyue spoke, he tried to push Jiang Tan out, but the spiritual power that had been lingering in the Fan Mansion since some time ago was exposed in an instant, surrounding him like a chain.
"It seems that I can't leave."
Jiang Tan didn't seem worried at all, as if the previous battle with the monster had not exhausted her.
Fan Qingyue was slightly stunned. He was too familiar with the fluctuation of spiritual power. It was Fan Guanfu's spiritual power. He heard the footsteps of the crowd gathering here, probably the surviving members of the Fan family.
Given his and Jiang Tan's current state, how can they fight against the Fan family?
"Don't just stand there," Jiang Tan said, smiling at him. "Didn't Master give us this instruction every time we left Qingyun Sect?"
As she spoke, she held up the talisman she had taken out at some point, and added, "If you encounter a situation you can't handle yourself, just call someone."
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