Chapter 15

As the fierce man spoke, a cold, sharp knife appeared in his hand.

This knife, about a foot long, had a deep blood groove that gave a chilling sensation.

Seeing the knife so close, the thin monkey felt a wave of fear.

Although he was brave enough to fight for his life in the secret realm of La Mountain, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by the relentless threat before him.

Why did I have to be so talkative back then?

Just as he was filled with regret, he heard someone say in a deep voice, "Even if he said a few extra words, what right do you have to cut out his tongue?"

The voice wasn't loud, but in the environment where no one dared to speak, it stood out.

The man, who had planned to slowly drive the thin monkey to despair, never expected someone to dare obstruct him.

He was used to being domineering in Dingfang City, and being stopped made him feel a loss of face.

Losing face, especially while leading a few junior disciples on a mission, was a huge matter to him, something he could not forgive.

He glared at the person who spoke and saw a youth of only fourteen or fifteen looking at him calmly.

This discovery made the man even angrier, but he also felt that simply scolding the young man would not establish his authority.

"Heh, trying to play the hero, are you? Have you even grown up yet!" The man gestured with the sharp knife in his hand and said, "Those who talk too much will lose their tongues. As for why, boy, I'll show you why in a moment."

As he spoke, he waved to the two men behind him and said, "Hold this boy down. I'm a bit rusty at cutting tongues, so I'll use him to practice."

The two men, who were following the man, laughed and walked over.

In their eyes, this young man was just asking for death!

"Stop!" Just as Fang Ling was about to act, Hua Shuying, who was talking to someone, suddenly rushed over.

Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, Hua Shuying shouted at the two men, "I'm telling you, don't do anything rash!"

The two men, seeing the charming Hua Shuying, burst into laughter. One of them said loudly, "Little sister, if you say not to act, I won't. But you have to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Ling slapped him hard across the face.

"You brat, you dare to hit me!" The man, slapped in front of everyone, was furious and roared as he threw a punch at Fang Ling.

The punch was so powerful that it could have carried the force of two thousand pounds.

If it were yesterday, Fang Ling would have had to be cautious against this man at the third level of Qi cultivation. But now, with the fourth level of Qi cultivation, he didn't take the man seriously. Before the man's fist could hit him, Fang Ling's hand had already grabbed the man's arm.

The man felt as if his arm was being crushed!

Fang Ling's fingers were like sharp blades, piercing into his muscles.

Yet, there was not a single scratch on the surface of his arm.

"True Qi externalization, fourth level of Qi cultivation!" The man cried out in shock. But before he could finish speaking, Fang Ling shook his hand and threw him away.

"Thud!"

The man's body crashed into a rock, and he lay there, unable to move.

The leader, hearing the words "fourth level of Qi cultivation," was startled. He himself was only at the third level.

Did Lao Si make a mistake? How could a young brat have the fourth level of Qi cultivation? He was puzzled and used the Qi observation technique to look at Fang Ling.

With Qi flowing through his eyes, he saw a white aura emanating from the youth's body!

Fourth level of Qi cultivation.

Definitely the fourth level of Qi cultivation!

To achieve the fourth level of Qi cultivation at such a young age was no ordinary feat. The leader hesitated for a moment and then clasped his hands and said, "Young brother, I am Qiu Dong, the third disciple of Huwei Martial Hall. I am acting on my master's orders. I hope you can give us some leeway."

"What if I don't?" Fang Ling looked at Qiu Dong and said provocatively.

With Fang Ling taking the lead, more people gathered around. Hearing Fang Ling's words, some of them burst into laughter.

If it were just one or two people laughing, Qiu Dong could have intimidated them, but with dozens of people laughing, he felt his face burning.

He glared at Fang Ling and said coldly, "In Dingfang City, the principle of Huwei Martial Hall is that you are either a friend or an enemy. Think carefully, if you choose to be our enemy, heh heh..."

"Be an enemy of Huwei Martial Hall?" Fang Ling smiled faintly and said to himself, "Not a bad idea."

Qiu Dong was stunned. His usual words had always been effective, but they didn't work on this young man. Just as he was at a loss, he heard someone say, "Third Senior Brother, so what if he's at the fourth level of Qi cultivation? Let's take him down together!"

With these words, the men behind Qiu Dong rushed at Fang Ling.

Seeing his junior disciples already in action, Qiu Dong gritted his teeth and unleashed the Tiger-Leopard Fist, striking a powerful blow at Fang Ling's chest.

"Ah!"

As Qiu Dong's fist landed, a scream echoed.

Qiu Dong, who had felt his attack miss, was stunned. Could his senses have deceived him, and he actually hit?

But the scene that followed was terrifying and helpless. The thin youth, like an eagle, darted between his junior disciples, delivering a punch with each movement.

Three movements, three punches, and three men fell to the ground.

These three were all Qiu Dong's junior disciples.

"You should fall too!" With these cold words, Qiu Dong felt a pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This punch had injured his internal organs!

Qiu Dong, feeling the chaotic Qi wreaking havoc inside his body, was filled with fear. If he couldn't suppress this Qi in a short time, his entire life of cultivation might be ruined.

"You dare to hurt me? Huwei Martial Hall will not let you off!" A junior disciple's shrill cry pulled Qiu Dong out of his worry.

He glared at Fang Ling and said coldly, "The green mountains remain, and the clear waters flow. Friend, dare to give your name? Huwei Martial Hall will surely reward you."

"Are you working for the Chen family?" Fang Ling ignored Qiu Dong's threat and asked calmly.

Qiu Dong was taken aback; he didn't expect Fang Ling to know this.

As he hesitated, he saw Fang Ling kick the thin monkey, who was still lying on the ground, and said, "I know you won't die, so stop pretending."

The thin monkey, hearing this, quickly got up.

Qiu Dong, knowing that staying here would only bring more shame, told his fallen junior disciples to leave and walked toward the other end of the street.

He was going to find his master. He was convinced that with his master's sixth level of Qi cultivation, he could give this person who disrespected Huwei Martial Hall a harsh lesson.

Just as he had taken a few steps, he heard Fang Ling's voice, "No need to rush. We'll meet again soon."

Qiu Dong didn't understand what "we'll meet again soon" meant, and he didn't want to understand. He just wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

"Master Fang, thank you!" The thin monkey's face was a mix of gratitude and shame.

But what dominated his mind was surprise. He never thought that Fang Ling, whom he had never taken seriously, had already reached the fourth level of Qi cultivation.

The fourth level of Qi cultivation was a significant milestone for those at the third level. Once one broke through to the fourth level, they could be called a master.

Externalizing internal Qi was something many people never achieved in their lifetime.

He never thought that Fang Ling had achieved this in just a few days!

"There's no need to be so polite. After all, you were involved because of me," Fang Ling patted the thin monkey's shoulder and said with a smile.

The thin monkey smiled bitterly. Fang Ling's words were true. If he hadn't spoken up for Fang Ling, Chen Zhenghua wouldn't have taken out his anger on him.

"Regardless, I must thank you," the thin monkey said, lowering his voice. "Master Fang, Guan Wushang of Huwei Martial Hall has the sixth level of Qi cultivation. If you encounter him, it's best to avoid him."

The thin monkey's words were sincere.

As someone who lived in Dingfang City, he knew how formidable Guan Wushang was.

Guan Wushang was almost the strongest person below the cultivator level in Dingfang City. No one dared to provoke him in normal times.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "Thin Monkey, sometimes you can't avoid it. You have to make those who target you fear you, so they won't dare to provoke you!"

Make them fear? Does this young master want to challenge Guan Wushang?

This thought made the thin monkey shudder. Guan Wushang's reputation was not just a rumor.

Back in the day, when Guan Wushang was just at the sixth level of Qi cultivation, he defeated four fifth-level cultivators in a single battle. His Tiger-Slaying Blade was terrifying.

"Master Fang, you're not planning to challenge Guan Wushang, are you?"

Fang Ling smiled but didn't answer.

...

"Senior Brother Qiu, when we return, we must tell the master to give that boy a harsh lesson. He has disgraced Huwei Martial Hall!" A man with a broken arm said viciously to Qiu Dong.

His words were echoed by the other men.

"Yes, Senior Brother Qiu, we should ask the master to take action and break that boy's arm!"

"Break his limbs and throw him to the dogs!"

...

Qiu Dong was thinking about how to explain the situation to his master without making himself look incompetent. The chatter of his junior disciples was annoying him. Just as he was about to quiet them down, a figure in front of him made him pause.

He saw a youth standing proudly under the golden plaque of Huwei Martial Hall!

PS: The early bird gets the worm. Xiao Mao is not late, so please give me votes!

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