Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Fang Mansion.

Fang Zheng sat on a large tiger-skin chair, playing with a cloth pouch in his hand.

The pouch was about the size of a regular money bag, black and unassuming, with a red string tying the opening, made of a material resembling burlap.

This item,

was one of the gifts from Jin Shu and Liu Qinghuan.

It was called the Qiankun Bag!

An ancient poem says: "On the staff’s top, carry the cosmos, in the cloth bag, store three thousand worlds;" and a master also once said: "The universe is vast within the bag, the sun and moon long within the pot."

It referred to this item.

The legendary Qiankun Bag possesses incredible powers, containing a strange space inside, vast enough to encompass heaven and earth.

Of course.

This bag was not as exaggerated as the legends suggest. The interior space was only four or five square feet, yet it still had the marvel of holding the universe.

Once refined, with a mere thought, things could be absorbed into or taken out of it, extremely convenient.

Jin Shu was once the saintess of the Joyful Union Sect, apprenticed under a master. Back then, that master fell for some reason, and the Qiankun Bag ended up in her hands.

After circulating around,

it was finally gifted to Fang Zheng.

Although this item’s inner space was not large, it was still a rare treasure in the world, even Master Jiuyuan did not possess one.

Besides the Qiankun Bag, the two women also left a secret technique.

Energy Union Seal!

This seal was somewhat similar to the One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, though the latter is about enlightening wisdom, cutting both people and hearts. This seal acts upon Qi.

Offering this seal, Qi and Blood condense, capable of extinguishing Underworld Soul Ghosts, attacking others’ Primordial Energy, and correspondingly enhancing one’s own strength.

It was precisely by relying on this seal that the two women were able to kill their enemy.

Whether it was the Energy Union Seal or the Qiankun Bag, both were rare treasures in the world, such gifts demonstrated the two women’s trust in him.

"Master."

Wu Hai’s voice brought Fang Zheng back to his senses, he collected the Qiankun Bag and sat up straight:

"Let them all come in!"

"Yes."

Wu Hai acknowledged, and went outside to summon everyone inside.

Before long, the people had crowded the specially designated reception hall, their slight murmurs rising and falling.

"Quiet down."

Fang Zheng raised his hand and lightly pressed down, speaking slowly:

"Today, I’ve gathered everyone here because I have something to say."

He paused, waiting until the low murmurs disappeared completely, then continued:

"This time, Lord Governor has been assassinated, Lord Yan, the County Magistrate, has been imprisoned for his crimes, he too is not long for this world, there is no one to rely on in the county city."

"For all of you..."

"In order to clear your names, it is understandable if you said some things you shouldn’t have."

Because the Fang Mansion expanded several times in a short period, it recruited many nurses and miscellaneous workers, including martial artists, yet due to the short time, they lacked loyalty.

This time,

the flaw was laid bare.

As his voice fell, many faces in the hall changed drastically, and they bowed their heads.

The Lord Governor was assassinated and killed, and those protecting the city went mad and arrested people everywhere, even the county magistrate, civil servants, and the chief of police were thrown into prison.

They too were subjected to severe punishment.

During the process,

in order to evade blame, they naturally shifted the responsibility to Fang Zheng, their master.

"Li Zhang, Su Changyu, Zhou Hai..."

Fang Zheng spoke, his gaze sweeping across a few people, waving them off:

"The Fang Mansion is small and cannot accommodate you, pack your things and leave."

"Master!"

One person looked up, stepped forward, clasped his fist, intending to say something, but eventually sighed in resignation and walked away.

With several people leaving consecutively, the hall gradually emptied.

"And a few others."

Fang Zheng’s face turned slightly stern, speaking slowly:

"Our contact was brief, and our bonds shallow. It’s understandable if you don’t wish to be implicated, but to slander the Fang Mansion..."

"You’ve truly gone too far!"

He sighed, saying:

"I took you in, and initially, you vowed to repay kindness with your lives. I don’t expect you to sacrifice your lives, but I cannot tolerate malicious slander."

"Zheng Qi, Cao Lian, He Xuyan..."

"You three, cut off an arm and then leave the Fang Mansion."

"Hmph!" From the crowd, He Xuyan snorted coldly:

"Young Master Fang, we were just doing a job for money, calling you Master solely out of respect, did you truly believe we considered you our master?"

"Cut off an arm?"

His face brimmed with disdain:

"You think you can demand that?"

"Presumptuous!" Wu Hai’s face changed dramatically, gripping his saber, killing intent surging from him, he roared:

"You dare speak to our master like this, have you forgotten who begged him for acceptance back then?"

"Enough!"

Fang Zheng waved Wu Hai off, looking at the opposing side:

"If you do not wish to lose an arm, then if you can withstand one move from me, you may leave the mansion, and no one will dare say anything."

"One move?" He Xuyan arched an eyebrow, laughed loudly:

"Fang, I know you have some skills, but... thinking you can take down He Xuyan in one move, are you perhaps dreaming?"

"Swish!"

Before the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly lunged at Fang Zheng with his sword, shouting:

"Take this!"

"Boom!"

Lightning leapt and thunder roared in the hall, as Fang Zheng gently raised his hand, He Xuyan’s body exploded mid-air.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A mere martial artist, dead with no remains.

Fang Zheng slowly lowered his hand, his face showing no emotional fluctuation, as if he had done a most mundane thing, he said lightly:

"Anyone else want to try?"

"Tap..."

The remaining two people’s faces turned deathly pale in an instant, subconsciously stepping back, seeing Fang Zheng’s gaze upon them, it felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over their heads.

Chill,

rushed from the back of their heads straight to their tailbones.

"Young Master Fang."

Cao Lian gritted his teeth:

"If I cut off an arm, you’ll let me leave, is that true?"

"Of course."

Fang Zheng’s eyes lowered:

"I am not a person who delights in killing."

"Alright!"

Cao Lian’s body trembled, he suddenly shouted, drawing the long saber from his waist, and swung it at his own left arm, as the blade flashed, the arm had already fallen to the ground.

From the severed arm, blood spurted out.