God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 688 - 758: You Forced Me into This

Fang Yi was the first to jump up, doing so with ease as if he was walking on flat ground. As for Zhou Hao and the others, although their expressions didn’t change, their faces were slightly flushed, clearly tired from climbing such a steep rock wall.

Falling from the thirty-meter-high rock wall would undoubtedly result in broken bones and torn muscles.

Then Zhou Hao climbed up, Fang Yi was lighting a cigarette. Zhou Hao glanced at Fang Yi fiercely, clenched his teeth tightly, balled his fists, and felt extremely reluctant in his heart. He originally thought he could outperform Fang Yi, but Fang Yi, as a newcomer, had surprisingly surpassed him.

Doesn’t this mean that he is weaker than Fang Yi?

Zhou Hao had already been defeated once and didn’t want to be beaten a second time. But Fang Yi had just slapped his face metaphorically, leaving him, the lead disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, utterly humiliated.

In fact, Zhou Hao was overthinking it. Fang Yi didn’t even consider this and didn’t have the intention to compete with Zhou Hao or the other disciples. He only wanted to climb up more quickly.

Fang Yi took a drag on his cigarette. Hua Huiyue came over, patted Fang Yi’s shoulder heartily, and then gave him a thumbs up, leaving Fang Yi with a puzzled expression, "What is this about...?"

Hua Huiyue said, "Nothing much, just keep calm, always keep calm."

His words were confusing, leaving Fang Yi baffled. Just then, Fang Yi suddenly noticed Jin Yuzhi nearby giving him a look filled with some resentment, as if she wanted to tear him apart alive, which made Fang Yi shiver.

Something’s fishy here; when did I offend her? Fang Yi wondered.

Logically, since he was a spokesperson for the Desire Sect, even if Jin Yuzhi didn’t smile at him, she should at least be cordial. But she seemed unfriendly.

Baffled, truly baffled, Fang Yi took another drag on his cigarette and banished all the confusion from his mind.

The summit of the mountain was now fully in view, covered in pristine snow. The site offered an expansive view, stretching out flat and wide into the distance.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the cold, biting wind at the summit of the mountain made it an unwelcoming place. Anyone with low cultivation wouldn’t just struggle in a battle here; they couldn’t even endure a simple visit.

Fang Yi followed behind Hua Huiyue, looking around, and suddenly spotted in the distance a figure in a yellow robe—a bald head!

A monk?!

As Fang Yi and the others approached, the monk opened his eyes and said, "Welcome to the leaders who have arrived. The abbot of Shaolin Temple is already here, waiting for you."

After speaking, the monk closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Fang Yi found this monk interesting, and the way Shaolin Temple welcomed people was also unique, which made him curious about the upcoming Martial Arts Conference.

As they proceeded, they encountered another sect leader and disciples along the way, but no one went over to greet them because this sect was known as the Tang Sect.

Fang Yi searched through the crowd and saw two familiar figures: one was Tang Xiaoyu, and the other was surprisingly Tang Xiaoguo!

Tang Xiaoguo also saw Fang Yi. First shocked, she then showed an inexplicable joy, wanting to come over, but a middle-aged man in front of her made Tang Xiaoguo forcibly suppress it, while Tang Xiaoyu also saw Fang Yi, immediately glaring at him angrily.

Fang Yi smiled, warm and sunny, infuriating Tang Xiaoyu even more.

As they continued forward, they met more and more people on the way. During this journey, Fang Yi saw a man in a hemp robe, holding a sword scabbard, sitting at the edge of a cliff, his figure lonely and the fierce wind chilling, yet he remained unmoved.

"That person loves swords, he keeps swords as company, and is known in the pugilistic world as the Little Sword Fanatic," Hua Huiyue explained seeing Fang Yi’s curiosity.

As they walked through an area covered in snow, they saw a disheveled man holding a gourd wine jug, leaning against a snow mound, and singing loudly.

"That’s Lv Fei, a descendant of the Drunken Fist."

Along the way, Hua Huiyue continued to explain more about various remarkable and eccentric characters as they passed them, broadening Fang Yi’s horizons. He hadn’t expected that in such a modernized society, the world of martial arts still existed, with these remarkable and eccentric figures all coming from across the country.

Finally, after not too long, they arrived at their destination.

This is the center of the mountain peak, and astonishingly, it’s actually a basin, shrouded in snow and fog, presenting a spectacular view. Here, disciples who had come around from the back of the mountain also arrived.

"How many more pressure points do you have left to unblock?" Hua Huiyue suddenly asked Fang Yi.

"Eight."

"You still have eight?" Hua Huiyue frowned and said, "Hurry it up, unblock as many as you can. If you really can’t, I’ll lend you a helping hand."

Fang Yi said, "Is there such a hurry? I’m not planning to fight."

Hua Huiyue said, "Who said you’re not fighting? This time I want you to fight and win the top honor for our Sky Sword Sect."

Fang Yi smiled and said, "Why must it be me? Can’t Zhou Hao do it?"

Hua Huiyue sternly said, "You have to fight whether you want to or not; you promised me this before."

Out of options, Fang Yi had to agree. It seemed he couldn’t avoid several major battles.

Once they reached the basin, the cold wind was a bit weaker, and there were some woods around. The Martial Arts Conference would officially begin tomorrow, but tonight, they needed to conserve their energy.

However, Fang Yi couldn’t stay idle. He wasn’t one to sharpen his weapons at the last minute, so he ventured into the woods to hunt for some game. Soon after, Fang Yi was self-sufficiently grilling the game, the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air, tempting the appetite.

Fang Yi offered Hua Huiyue a roasted rabbit, then scurried over to Jin Yuzhi to offer another. Initially, Jin Yuzhi refused, but Fang Yi persisted in persuading for a while and Jin Yuzhi reluctantly accepted.

"I’m just afraid you won’t eat. Once you eat, you’ll owe me one," Fang Yi cunningly thought. He then took another one to Su Ge’er. As he had more than enough, it was good to do a favor. Finally, Fang Yi also offered some to Zhang Qingfeng and Zhang Daozi.

After busying himself, Fang Yi finally started to enjoy himself. However, to some people, his actions seemed somewhat servile.

"Unsolicited kindness is either a trap or a theft."

"Fang Yi is no good man, always thinking of buttering up and taking shortcuts, not the proper way."

"If I encounter this man during the fight, I will certainly beat him until he’s searching for his teeth on the ground."

"But... his roasted rabbit does smell quite enticing."

As Fang Yi munched on the rabbit, occasionally smacking his lips, he drew scornful looks but pretended not to notice. He thought to himself that a glass of red wine would make it even better.

Yang Chengji came over to Hua Huiyue, offering a water flask. Conflict flashed through his eyes as he said, "Huiyue, you’d better not get too close to Fang Yi."

Hua Huiyue took a sip of water, set down the flask, and frowned, "What now, Yang Chengji? Are you teaching me a lesson?"

Yang Chengji said, "I wouldn’t dare; I’m just reminding you, to avoid idle gossip."

Hua Huiyue said, "Oh? Speaking of gossip, wasn’t there enough when you insisted on taking me as your wife all those years ago?"

Yang Chengji’s face flushed slightly, "Let’s not talk about the past. You are Yingying’s mother; you should be cautious."

Hua Huiyue paused, then turned her head and whispered, "Yang Chengji, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Yingying is your biological daughter, not mine. I have only one biological daughter, and you’d better watch yourself. If I decide I can do without my reputation and divorce you, then you’ll be the one not wanting to hear the gossip."

Yang Chengji remained silent, took the flask, and quietly retreated.

Once alone, staring at Hua Huiyue’s retreating figure, he gripped the flask tightly.

"Hua Huiyue, you and I were husband and wife. I didn’t want to do this, but... you forced my hand." Yang Chengji threw the flask.

When the flask hit the ground, the water flowed out, melting a small patch of the icy ground like sulfuric acid.

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