Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 72 - 28: Second Blood

Run!

Run quickly!

Qinggu and Huang Su looked panicked, occasionally glancing back, hearing the sounds of killing drawing closer, their expressions growing increasingly tense.

Huang Su was even more furious inside.

If Qinggu hadn’t led people to the temple, he wouldn’t have been in trouble.

As a result, Qinggu exposed the White Lotus Sect’s branch to divert attention away so he could escape, a truly damnable act.

"Gentlemen."

After crossing a narrow alley, without even having a chance to breathe, a figure already blocked their path:

"Where do you think you’re going?"

The visitor was wearing a long robe, with a Treasure Saber hanging at his waist. Though his figure was not particularly strong, he possessed an enthusiastic aura that captivated people.

This was none other than Fang Zheng, who had been watching the situation closely.

"Daoist Qinggu."

He looked at Qinggu and stepped closer:

"Didn’t Daoist claim to reside at Narcissus Embankment? I looked there for a long time, but was always unfortunate to miss you."

"Lucky me!"

"Today I finally have the chance to meet Daoist."

Since realizing he fell victim to someone else’s curse, Fang Zheng had thought of a fortune teller he encountered one day.

Unfortunately,

the fortune teller knew the curse had already been exposed and never showed up at Narcissus Embankment again. Fang Zheng could only find out the name of Cyan Valley Daoist.

"It’s you?" Qinggu glared at Fang Zheng, gritting his teeth:

"Fang, truly there’s a road to Heaven you wouldn’t take, a doorless Hell you entered willingly, perfect..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang, bang!"

Four consecutive gunshots interrupted Qinggu’s speech.

His body trembled, slowly bowing his head, eyes filled with disbelief as he watched the blood slowly seeping from his body, hands reaching out in vain to grasp something.

Sadly,

he caught nothing.

He collapsed headfirst to the ground, consciousness swallowed by endless darkness.

The effective range of a pistol is fifty meters; within ten meters, even the body of a Three Blood Martial Artist can’t block it, let alone a shot hitting the heart.

There’s no chance of survival.

"Did you really think I was willing to waste words with you?" Fang Zheng sneered:

"I just got a bit closer to aim better."

With that, he shifted the pistol, aiming at the stiffened Cloud Sparrow Huang Su, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, saying softly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Huang Su’s body shuddered, heart chilled, only realizing something was wrong upon regaining his senses.

"Don’t be tense." Fang Zheng shrugged:

"There’s no ammo left in the gun."

"..." Although he didn’t understand what "no ammo" meant, Huang Su knew he was being toyed with. Immediately, he roared and charged:

"Fuck you!"

His sprint was incredibly fast, short-range bursts even more astonishing, he flashed forward, close enough to whip a leg towards Fang Zheng’s head.

A high kick during confrontation can easily reveal openings to the opponent, but Huang Su’s leg technique was formidable and could change in mid-air.

Legs like whips, feet like axes, capable of breaking wood.

Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed, unable to draw his saber in time, he swept the pistol into his waistband, lifting one leg, trousers snapping in the wind.

Twelve Springing Legs!

Magpie Perching on Plum Blossoms!

This move was executed effortlessly, its power inwardly controlled, forcing Huang Su to retreat.

"Excellent leg technique!"

Huang Su growled, charging again.

He dared not give Fang Zheng a moment’s respite, fearing another use of ’hidden weapons,’ also wary that the opponent might draw a blade, which would be equally disadvantageous.

Thus, he invoked his full arsenal, legs spinning like wheels, attacks swift, even stirring up dust on the ground.

"Hmph!"

Fang Zheng grunted, his body advancing instead of retreating, Twelve Springing Legs whipping up a storm.

Mandarin Duck Linked Kick, Car Wheel Splitting Strike, Wind-Swaying Lotus Leg...

Their four legs entangled and collided in mid-air, resounding with ’pa, pa,’ clashing with fierce power, momentarily unable to determine superiority.

"You actually master leg techniques?"

Huang Su flipped backwards, landing steadily, his face showing surprise:

"Fang, you hide it well!"

"It’s just leg techniques, nothing special." Fang Zheng raised one leg towards the sky, slowly lowering it, his expression indifferent:

"But your skills, though decent, fall short compared to the Sky-Flipping Kite."

"You know Xu Cong?" Huang Su paused, then his eyes narrowed:

"You killed him?"

"You know each other?" Fang Zheng chuckled upon hearing this:

"Perfect, why not go down and join him?"

"Boastful words." Huang Su snorted coldly:

"You are just a First Blood Martial Artist..."

"Whoosh!"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng already flashed over, feet moving in succession, launching a double-legged kick in mid-air, his speed nearly traceless.

Shadowless Leg!

"Pa!"

"Pa, pa!"

Huang Su hastily countered, four legs collided, this time instantly revealing superiority.

"Crunch!"

The sound of a leg bone breaking echoed.

"Ah!"

Huang Su fell, clutching his right leg, rolling on the ground, sweat-cold face, looking terrified at Fang Zheng approaching.

"Second Blood..."

"Copper Skin, Iron Bone, you’ve actually cultivated second Qi and Blood!"

"Indeed." Fang Zheng stretched his muscles, nodded:

"Thanks to everyone, Fang hadn’t trained so diligently before this period, only breaking through just days ago."

It was thanks to breaking through to Second Blood Martial Artist, feeling he had some security, that he set up this scene after coming out of the Three Purities Temple, indeed effective.

"Speak!"

He stepped forward, single-handedly gripping Huang Su’s neck, exerting force from his palm to restrain any resistance, asking:

"Where is Cyan Wolf Gang’s seventh leader Hu Yanting?"

"Seventh leader?" Huang Su’s facial muscles twitched:

"Why are you asking about this?"

"I’m asking you, not for your questions." Fang Zheng’s expression turned cold, he suddenly struck Huang Su’s left arm, unleashing Power.

"Crack!"

His force akin to a strong bull, his strike bashing the arm bone.

"Ah!"

Huang Su screamed, his body violently shaking.

"Speak!"

Fang Zheng spoke again:

"Where is Hu Yanting?"

"Fuck you!"

"Crack!"

His right arm was shattered again, Huang Su curled like a shrimp, nearly dazed by the pain, gasping desperately.

"Won’t speak?"

Fang Zheng squinted:

"You’ve got backbone; coincidentally, I devised some interrogation techniques, yet to test, take the trouble of being my guinea pig."

Saying so, he twisted both hands, gently pinching one of Huang Su’s fingers.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

The sharp scream pierced the night, startling households to shut doors and windows tight, not daring to stir, even guard dogs remaining silent.

After a moment.

"I’ll talk... I’ll talk..."

Huang Su managed to utter:

"Give me a swift end!"

"Where is Hu Yanting?" Fang Zheng asked once more.

This person is likely the one who killed his uncle, not perishing in last year’s Imperial Court purge, whereabouts still unknown.

Huang Su is also part of the Cyan Wolf Gang, so he presumably knows Hu Yanting’s location.

This is why Fang Zheng spared him; as for the bullets...

Pistol bullets typically amount to a dozen or so.

Though few remain.

They’re not exhausted yet.

"He escaped to Changtu Prefecture with the leader."

"The leader?" Fang Zheng was puzzled:

"Wasn’t your leader Cyan Wolf already decapitated?"

"Bah!" Huang Su spat out bloody saliva:

"The leader is invincible, a master of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, even a White Lotus Divine Envoy, not so easily killed; they reported that way for rewards and praise."

"One day..."

"The leader will return, by then you’ll all die!"

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng struck down with a grim face, hitting Huang Su’s temple, extinguishing the life in him completely.

He pondered briefly, searching their bodies.

Looting corpses,

This skill is essential for travelers.

"Oh?"

"There really is something good."

Something on Qinggu made the hopeful Fang Zheng raise his brows.