Chapter 366 - 114: Methods
"I know a little."
Facing the other’s surprised gaze, Fang Zheng nodded gently:
"Several hundred years ago, Lin Jingwu, with the Shocking Spirit Force of the Eighth Heaven, fought against Demon Path Enchanting Heaven. At the time, Grandmaster Lin was only a little over fifty, having just recently become a Martial Sect, while Demon Path Enchanting Heaven was already a master of a hundred years’ renown."
"That battle was earth-shattering, and in the end, the two both perished. To be able to kill the Demon Dao single-handedly, Grandmaster Lin died with honor."
"Are you talking about the Battle of Yan Mountain?" ’Wang Can’ said, eyes flickering:
"I too have heard about it from my father. Ancestor Jingwu back then had extraordinary talent; if he had ten more years, he would surely have won."
"Not necessarily." Fang Zheng shook his head:
"Lin Jingwu was able to slay Demon Path Enchanting Heaven because Shocking Spirit Force squeezed the body’s potential, even consuming lifespan to increase its power."
"Consuming decades of lifespan for a stunning blow, while impressive, was not his real ability."
"Even ten more years wouldn’t change the outcome."
"You..." ’Wang Can’s complexion changed, then he snorted coldly:
"Who exactly are you?"
"How do you know such secrets?"
He was sure that today was the first meeting between them, yet the other could immediately perceive his real age and cultivation skill.
Even,
precisely understand how many Heavens he had attained in cultivation.
And knew tales from hundreds of years past, speaking as if he had witnessed them firsthand, naturally.
Creating a sense of being unfathomable.
Little did he know,
although Fang Zheng hadn’t witnessed those events, Master Jiuyuan had been there, and the scenes of the past wars came to mind, making him feel a pang of nostalgia.
Thus, his words inevitably sounded old-fashioned.
"Me?"
The question snapped Fang Zheng back to reality, and he smiled faintly:
"I am Fang Zheng, Master of Square Porcelain, as you see, just an insignificant merchant."
"A merchant?" ’Wang Can’ scanned Fang Zheng up and down, slowly shaking his head:
"I don’t think so."
"Whether you think so or not is irrelevant." Fang Zheng waved his hand:
"Today, I intend to deal with a crooked merchant under my wing. Must you intervene?"
"Uncle ancestor!"
Seeing ’Wang Can’s expression change, Wang Qi urgently spoke up:
"Don’t be intimidated by his bluster. That Fang is just a country landlord from a rural town. Please, you must stand up for me today!"
Landlord?
’Wang Can’s face showed disdain.
Could a country landlord see through his real age at a glance? See through his true cultivation?
"Young Master Fang."
He took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and bowed:
"I was entrusted by someone, therefore must fulfill my duty. Even if Wang Qi did wrong, I hope the Young Master may spare her once?"
"Uncle ancestor!"
"Silence!"
’Wang Can’s face darkened:
"Say one more word, and I’ll leave at once!"
Hearing this, Wang Qi’s face turned pale with panic in her eyes. ’Wang Can’ was the backer she painstakingly procured.
The plan was to use him to finally settle matters with Fang Zheng, and yet now the situation seemed he was having second thoughts?
This cannot be!
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng chuckled lightly:
"What if I say no?"
’Wang Can’s eyes narrowed, filled with cold gleam, a dangerous aura emanated from him, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle.
"Ah!"
Fang Zheng sighed lightly:
"You probably aren’t surnamed Wang, likely not even older than Shopkeeper Wang. Yet, for a few flattery words, would you risk your life?"
"Are you sure about this?"
’Wang Can’ was momentarily stunned, eyes flickering, expression turning hesitant.
"Leave."
Fang Zheng waved his hand:
"Lin Wuzong gave his life to battle demons for the sake of protecting the people; considering you’re his descendant, I can let you go."
"Uncle ancestor!" Wang Qi hurriedly said:
"Don’t be intimidated by him, he..."
"Sorry!" ’Wang Can’ interrupted Wang Qi, his voice descending deeply:
"I am indeed not called ’Wang Can’ but ’Lin Can’, yet I’ve taken money to resolve problems for others, and I cannot disregard this today."
"Young Master Fang!"
He took a deep breath, cupping his hands into a fist salute:
"May I request a few exchanges with you?"
"..." Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, then slowly nodded:
"Very well!"
"I too wish to witness the legendary Shocking Spirit Force. Go ahead."
He sat on a bamboo chair, gently holding a tea cup with one hand, appearing relaxed, with no intention of getting up, yet gestured for the other to proceed.
Lin Can’s eyebrows drooped slightly, without hesitation:
"Please guide me!"
"Pa!"
He merely stepped forward, the extreme speed causing his clothes to whip the air, producing a crack like a whip lashing through the sky.
The sound was as thunderous as a clap!
In an instant, Lin Can’s all joints and muscles twitched, his body emitting a terrifying aura, converging fully at his fists.
Salutation Fist!
This move was typically used in martial displays, a junior’s attack towards a senior first served to demonstrate respect.
This time, as Lin Can executed it, the Powerful Qi preceding the fists howled, causing the entire pavilion to tremble.
Fang Zheng’s expression remained unchanged, and as the opponent’s fists neared, he lightly raised his hand. Though his motions seemed slow, he was first to intercept the fist.
"Peng!"
The fist met palm.
Lin Can’s heart raced, his face solemn.
He felt as if his punch struck a soft, cushiony mountain of flesh, with his unrivaled fist force completely absorbed and vanished.
This indicated...
The opponent’s cultivation was far superior, and their control over True Qi was exceptional.
Could someone so young truly be so strong?
Or was this person one of those monsters with ageless appearances, posing as a merchant for amusement?
Still...
Regardless, he refused to lose!
"Ha!"
With a roar, Lin Can thrust his fists forward, elbows bent and crashed at an angle, turning his body into a weapon, launching a fierce attack towards Fang Zheng.