Chapter 59: Just Missing Liu Mai Shen Jian, and the “Duan Yu” Template Will Be Complete!
Fang Han nodded. With Miss Cheng’s medical skills, even if her injuries were ten times worse, she would still recover.
He said no more and began eating.
Seeing this, Zhong Ling quickly grabbed her chopsticks too, joining in the feast.
Cheng Lingsu smiled quietly, eating slowly, occasionally serving Fang Han vegetables, and sometimes looking after Zhong Ling as well.
After finishing the meal, Fang Han drank some tea, feeling completely at ease.
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Outside the courtyard, about two li away.
A thin figure flickered a few times like drifting smoke, then landed.
This feat, done so casually, showed an extremely high level of lightness skill!
If any martial artists had seen it, they would surely have gasped in amazement.
It was none other than the utterly vile Yun Zhonghe!
Setting his foot firmly, Yun Zhonghe looked ahead. He saw cooking smoke curling up from a courtyard nestled in the woods. His eyes brightened, and he smacked his lips: “In the depths of the forest, there’s actually a household. Wonder if they have any women for me to enjoy…”
He had hurried day and night to Dali at the summons of the head of the Four Great Evils, Duan Yanqing. He was utterly exhausted and needed to seek pleasure.
And here was just the chance.
Surely, if there was a household, there would be womenfolk, no?
As he thought this, the sound of wind rose behind him. Several figures arrived before Yun Zhonghe.
One was a burly man in yellow robes, coarse-faced, with a huge head, tiny bean-like eyes, wide mouth, and scraggly beard.
Another was a woman, smiling faintly, her face not bad but with three bloody scars on each cheek, giving her a sinister look.
The last was the most uncanny: dressed in blue, leaning on a crutch, his face stiff and cold, devoid of emotion.
They were Xiōngshén èshà Yue Laosan, Wú è bù zuò Ye Erniang, and Èguàn mǎnyíng Duan Yanqing.
The Four Great Evils had gathered!
Worth noting, Yue Laosan carried a man slung over his shoulder, clothed in bloodstained blue, unconscious.
Seeing them arrive, Yun Zhonghe grinned at Duan Yanqing: “Wanjié Valley isn’t far. Boss, you all go ahead. I’ll join you shortly!”
He didn’t say it outright, but all three knew his lustful nature. Clearly, he wanted to head into that courtyard to find women for his pleasure.
Ye Erniang’s eyes softened, gazing at the curling smoke. In a delicate voice she said: “I wonder if there are any sweet children there, sigh~”
Her tone was tender, as if she adored children.
Duan Yanqing ignored both, as if it wasn’t worth speaking of. With one strike of his crutch, his body shot forward. He only left one line behind:
“Don’t delay my great task. Lao San, come with me!”
Yue Laosan dared not disobey. He scowled at Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang: “Tch! Always making trouble!”
Then he hoisted the bloodied man and followed Duan Yanqing.
With tacit approval gained, Yun Zhonghe chuckled darkly. His body rose like smoke, instantly darting toward the courtyard.
Ye Erniang’s lightness skill was not as good as Yun Zhonghe’s, but she also followed close behind.
Two li was nothing to them. In a short time, they arrived.
Landing lightly on a rooftop beam, Yun Zhonghe’s expression unconsciously filled with intoxicated delight.
Being a lifelong lecher, he had a knack for “smelling” women’s presence.
Just stepping into the courtyard, he faintly caught a subtle fragrance.
That could only belong to womenfolk!
His heart leapt for joy—this trip was worth it!
Gathering inner energy, he leapt forward, hopping quickly toward the courtyard.
Through a propped-open window, he glimpsed a graceful back figure.
At once his breath grew heavy.
Though unclear, with Yun Zhonghe’s experience, just this faint silhouette already made the trip worthwhile!
Surely, she was a prize!
As for her looks…
Yun Zhonghe didn’t care whether she was beautiful or ugly. He had been starved for so long, even if she were plain, by night she would serve the same purpose.
Thoughts racing, his steps quickened, eager.
Whoosh!
Just then, a whistling sound split the air.
Yun Zhonghe’s face tightened, his heart skipped. He quickly dodged aside.
He didn’t bother tracking where the projectile landed. Instead, he scanned for the source, his long, thin face darkening.
“Who!?”
Who dared interrupt Yun Zhonghe’s pleasure?
His eyes fell on a handsome young man standing at the courtyard’s side gate, staring at him coldly.
Naturally, it was Fang Han.
With his Beiming inner power so profound, his senses had grown extraordinary.
Even the faintest rustle could not escape him.
The moment Yun Zhonghe stepped into the courtyard, Fang Han had noticed the disturbance. Clearly, an intruder.
He peered out and indeed saw an uninvited guest.
Seeing him about to enter Mu Wanqing’s room, Fang Han had flicked a small stone at him.
But the man had dodged it.
Though outwardly calm, Fang Han sighed inwardly.
His hidden weapon technique was still lacking.
In hidden weapons, precision and speed were vital.
And beyond that, the force had to be subtle—so the weapon would fly silent and deadly.
At Wuliang’s Langhuan Blessed Land, he had learned the Yaowang Manor hidden weapon arts from Miss Cheng. His aim was barely passable, but his force was still lacking. He could not yet achieve true silence.
When he launched that pebble just now, the sound wasn’t loud, but to an alert martial artist, it was obvious.
This opponent had reacted instantly and evaded.
But this man’s lightness skill—remarkable!
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