bookandnovel Chapter 67 Inside Story
Chapter 67 Inside Story
Chapter 67 Inside Story
"You, you're not Feng Wenzheng, who are you?!"
Wu Tie took a deep breath; the blood spurting from his shoulder made his face even paler.
"I know you. You have the name of a great Confucian scholar, but Feng Wenzheng doesn't have that kind of ability!"
Wu Tie spoke slowly and deliberately, pausing carefully from head to toe.
"You even know that?"
Feng Xiu was surprised; he was genuinely astonished.
The courtesy names of the younger generation of the Wenzheng, Wenyuan, and Fenglin families were all written by Mr. Jingzhai.
If it were a martial artist who couldn't read a single word, it wouldn't seem like a big deal, but for someone who had read a little bit...
Everyone knows what the two characters "文正" represent: uprightness and integrity, and upholding justice for the people.
"That would be even more inappropriate. Oh, right, you don't think I'm some weak, bookish scholar, do you?"
Feng Xiu came to his senses and thought about it carefully; it seemed to be true.
The name Wenzheng alone suggests a promising student of Confucianism and literature.
Some even doubt whether a person can suppress the destiny associated with a character whose name is too prominent.
"Never mind, it's not important."
"The important thing is, you lost."
Feng Xiu ignored this trivial matter and stepped forward. Wu Tie subconsciously took a step back, but after sensing the threat gradually subside, he realized that the threat had faded.
He stopped moving again.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want to have a good talk with you." Feng Xiu smiled slightly.
As he spoke, his right hand shot out rapidly again, his five fingers bent, probing through Wu Tie's clothes to reach his lower abdomen.
Feng Xiu moved too fast; Wu Tie didn't even have the strength to dodge.
"Um?
Feng Xiu frowned, his fingertips tearing five bloody holes in the man's chest, yet he couldn't sense the existence of the "dantian" at all.
Demons don't have a dantian (energy center)?
Where does their power come from?
Feng Xiu had some doubts.
After this move, Wu Tie's already weakened body swayed again.
Immediately, Feng Xiu followed the five blood holes, brushed his palm across Wu Tie's lower abdomen, and pointed again at the three meridians.
But still nothing.
Wu Tie was covered in blood, with blood gushing out like water.
Finally, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"No, don't move, my heart~" Wu Tie's eyes trembled slightly as he uttered a few words as if resigned to his fate.
"You should have said so earlier."
This time, the seal was finally correct. He plunged his index fingernail into Wu Tie's heart, the skin reaching above the knuckle.
Boom~
Wu Tie's body exploded outwards with a burst of black energy, and his demonic power dissipated.
His face was completely pale, his lips were slightly moving and purple, and his complexion was extremely weak.
They had no power to resist whatsoever.
Regardless of whether it would work or not, Feng Xiu casually pressed a few acupoints on his shoulder.
The bleeding did indeed subside somewhat.
After doing all this, Feng Xiu tore off his clothes.
He haphazardly wrapped the severed arm with a few bandages.
Then, they grabbed his only remaining arm and dragged him toward the granary as if he were a corpse.
It had already gotten dark.
In front of the granary, the guard on night duty leaped up, grabbed the wall with one hand, and lit two ever-burning lanterns with a tinderbox in the other.
The light appeared, highlighting Feng Xiu's figure in the distance.
"Who goes there?!"
The two guards were taken aback, then said in a cold voice.
"So it's the Grand Duke..." Upon seeing that it was Feng Xiu, one of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the figure lying on the ground behind Feng Xiu, swaying from side to side with his steps, and his pupils contracted.
"Is Old Wu back?"
"Yes, young master, Wu Tou has been back for a while now. He said there's nothing wrong with him. He just finished a set of punches and went to rest."
A guard replied haltingly.
"Keep patrolling."
Feng Xiu nodded, gave an order, and left before the shock in their eyes could fade.
He crossed the threshold again and walked towards the side room.
Feng Xiu took too big a step, and Wu Tie's head slammed heavily against the threshold, making a dull thud.
The tearing from his back scraping against the gravel floor turned him into a bloody mess, his clothes tattered and mangled.
Waves of pain from the external force assaulted him, and Wu Tie slowly opened his eyes from unconsciousness.
At this moment, the room was brightly lit with candles.
anyone?
Feng Xiu stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He then pushed open his door with one hand and saw that the candle inside had burned down to about half a finger's width.
Feng Shouzhuo sat beside the bed, a genuine smile on his face.
Feng Xiu's gaze shifted slightly to the left.
Beside him sat a woman in a purple dress with a gentle demeanor, a face as round as a silver basin, and elegant and dignified features.
"Su Wantang?!"
"Big brother, you're finally back."
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"Wantang came to find me..."
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Upon hearing Feng Xiu push open the door, Feng Shouzhuo instinctively stood up and exclaimed with delight.
But as soon as he spoke, he saw a man being dragged behind Feng Xiu, coughing up blood.
The overwhelming joy in my heart was abruptly suppressed.
At this moment, Su Wantang frowned as she looked at Wu Tie, who seemed to be struggling to stand up, with a trail of blood on his back.
She paused for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Brother Jin Mu?!"
She spoke hesitantly, as if she could hardly believe that he was in such a miserable state.
"Big brother, who is he?"
Feng Shouzhou glanced at Jin Mu, cleared his throat, and hurriedly stood up to pour Feng Xiu, who was sitting in the large chair, a cup of coarse tea.
"Those who come to kill me."
Feng Xiu took a small sip and said calmly.
Feng Shouzhuo's smile faltered, and he seemed somewhat embarrassed, as if the joy of the reunion had overshadowed the bloodshed in the room.
He looked back at Su Wantang, whose brows were furrowing more deeply, and took a deep breath.
"Brother, I've spoken with Wan Tang, and she promised me that the Feng family will never interfere again."
Feng Shouzhou seemed to be in a hurry to express his stance, speaking emphatically.
Feng Xiu downed a mouthful of coarse tea, gently set down the teacup, and the bottom of the cup landed on the table with a soft thud.
Feng Xiu raised his head slightly, but ignored him.
Zi Guang approached without any attempt to conceal his presence, exchanging a glance with Su Wantang.
"You're Su Wantang?"
"In reply to Young Master Feng, I am Su Wantang."
Su Wantang stood up, gave a graceful bow, and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Su Wantang, Su Wantang, seeing is believing!"
"I must say, you're quite good-looking."
Feng Xiu sighed, his eyes showing relief as well as a touch of emotion.
She possessed an innate gentle and refined air, and her figure and posture were all of the highest quality.
"Young Master Feng, you flatter me." Su Wantang smiled faintly.
"Have Shouzhuo's memories returned?"
"Um.
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"Young Master Feng is indeed extraordinary."
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Feng Shouzhuo, who stood between the two of them, looking bewildered and somewhat embarrassed.
"No wonder Shouzhuo always speaks of you with a mixture of fear and respect."
Seeing that he couldn't join the conversation, Feng Shouzhu forced a laugh, afraid that the two would start fighting.
He hurriedly stepped forward to refill Feng Xiu's tea.
"Shouzhuo, get out."
Feng Shouzhou's expression changed drastically. "Brother, I... I won't leave."
An invisible pressure surged through the room. He swallowed hard, but still held his head high.
I said, get out!
Feng Xiu's tone turned cold.
In the end, he lowered his head and gave a muffled reply.
"Don't worry, my dear, Young Master Feng won't do anything to me," Su Wantang gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen and comforted her softly.
Immediately, Feng Shouzhuo followed closely toward the door.
He walked a few steps, glancing at Feng Xiu every few steps, then looking at Su Wantang with a faint smile.
Squeak.
The door closed softly.
Inside the room, only Feng Xiu, Su Wantang, and the man lying on the floor, panting heavily, remained.
"What brings you two to me so late at night?"
Feng Xiu glanced at the young man on the ground who was struggling to get up with one arm and leaning against the wall.
"You've ruined our grand plan; the Palace Master has ordered me to kill you!"
Before Su Wantang could speak, the young man, his face deathly pale, wore a somewhat unrestrained, bitter smile.
"Palace Master, which side do you belong to?" Feng Xiu asked thoughtfully.
Su Wantang was silent for a moment, then softly uttered three words.
"Demon God Palace".
"The Demon God Palace?"
Feng Xiu felt a chill run down his spine, but quickly recovered.
From the initial suspicion that Su Wantang was a member of the Thousand Gates, Feng Xiu deduced that she must have an alliance of accomplices behind her.
Subsequently, after Zhou Gang's memories were erased, this speculation was further strengthened.
The Demon God Palace, as its name suggests, is an organization structured around demons.
A thought flashed through his mind, and Feng Xiu asked calmly, "So, the rescue of Li Xuanshuang was also part of your Demon God Palace's scheme?"
Upon hearing the name Li Xuanshuang, the young man's expression changed slightly.
"How...how do you know the master's name?!"
Feng Xiu ignored her and looked at Su Wantang, who remained calm. "Speaking of which, I'm really curious, as soon as the pond is opened, it can be immediately unsealed?"
"Or are we required to use other special methods?"
This is a very important issue, as it relates to the plans following the lockdown.
Upon hearing this, Su Wantang seemed to hesitate slightly on her delicate face.
Feng Xiu didn't urge her.
Although Su Wantang and the young man belonged to the same camp, the young man's attempt to assassinate her failed.
She then lost the motive to kill again, as Feng Xiu's martial prowess had secured her entry into a dialogue on an equal footing with both sides.
"Master...it's merely in seclusion, not sealed. The Iron Sword Palace Master ordered me to destroy the reservoir..."
Su Wantang's eyebrows relaxed slightly as she spoke softly.
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a sharp shout, "Su Wantang, you bitch!"
Self-exile, self-isolation?
Feng Xiu's heart sank, as if a huge boulder had been placed on it.
"Young Master Feng, you are capable and resourceful. Although you have thwarted my plan time and time again, Wan Tang has no ill intentions towards you."
"You mean no harm?" Feng Xiu chuckled, his expression softening considerably. "Tell me, how many of you came to kill me this time?"
"And what about your plan to blow up the reservoir and force Li Xuanshuang out of seclusion? How exactly do you intend to do that?"
Su Wantang hesitated slightly after hearing this. On the other side, Jin Mu stared at Su Wantang with resentment in his eyes.
"I already told my master that humans can't be trusted, Su Wantang, if you dare say that...!"
Jin Mu's voice was hoarse and filled with resentment, but he hadn't finished his angry words.
"Bang!"
Feng Xiu raised his hand, and a bullet from his index fingernail shot out instantly, the black jade crystal armor leaving a ripple of air.
Inside the room, the candle flame flickered as if swept by a gust of wind.
The bullet struck the wall behind Jin Mu, creating a crater about the size of a fist in the stone wall, and rubble flew everywhere.
Jin Mu was instantly stunned, his eyes filled with fear, and he felt a cold sensation near his ear.
He reached out and touched his earlobe, then looked down and saw that his palm was covered in blood.
"If you keep talking nonsense, next time I'll aim for your head."
Feng Xiu rubbed the slowly growing index fingernail bed in his palm.
At this moment, Su Wantang seemed not to see the threat Feng Xiu posed to Jin Mu. She lowered her head slightly, a struggle and resistance flashing in her eyes.
She gently raised her head and looked towards the closed doorway of the room, where Feng Shouzhuo's figure was faintly visible. She then subconsciously touched her lower abdomen.
Feng Xiu's brow twitched suddenly.