The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

"Are you threatening me?"

Fang Yun's voice also turned slightly cold. He hated being threatened more than anything, especially by someone far weaker than himself.

This suddenly struck Fang Yun as somewhat comical.

"I'm not threatening you, I'm just giving you a serious warning. If that's not enough, how about now?"

As he said this, a sudden surge of power emanated from Zhuo Yifan. This power was completely different from before.

If Zhuo Yixing was like a calm and unremarkable scholar sitting here before, then now he has been injected with powerful energy and suddenly transformed into a burly man.

"Is this the power of fasting?"

The onlookers were secretly astonished. They were at most Qi Refining cultivators, having only scratched the surface of this field. When they saw someone who had truly embarked on this path, the difference between them became extremely obvious.

"You may not know my identity, but besides my own strength, I am the undisputed leader in the Zhuo family. If you are willing to join my ranks, you'll have plenty to eat and drink in the future."

Zhuo Yihang spoke again. But he still misunderstood the audience.

"Have you said enough?" Fang Yun was running out of patience; he had already wasted a lot of time here.

He had originally planned to walk with them to his treasure museum, but he had absolutely no interest in a bunch of ants.

"Do you have any antiques or artifacts? Show me a few. If I find any that I like, I might consider visiting you. If not, stay as far away from me as possible."

Fang Yun waved his hand, as if to shoo them away.

"This is outrageous! It seems you won't listen unless I show you your true abilities. You're really asking for trouble. No wonder you're from a small place."

As he spoke, Zhuo Yifan stood up, and at the same time, he began to mutter incantations.

Zhuo Yifan's magic was taught by a master he specially invited from the mountains. That master was at the peak of fasting and could almost look down on the world.

Zhuo Yifan is also quite gifted. He has such magical skills at a young age, so his future is naturally limitless.

Of course, all of this is done in comparison.

As soon as Zhuo Yifan made his move, everyone felt that the atmosphere in the private room had obviously changed. The tables and chairs that were just there suddenly started to grow rapidly, as if they had been injected with some kind of growth hormone, just like living trees sprouting and blooming.

A vine as thick as an arm grew from this tree and shot straight toward Fang Yun.

One can imagine that if one were to be entangled by such thick vines, even steel could be twisted in two.

"The Zhuo family specializes in wood-based magic. I've seen their vines before; they can even crumple a car into a ball like a piece of paper."

Hearing someone say this, the others secretly gasped, praying that they would never offend Zhuo Yifan in the future, otherwise such a way of dying would be too painful.

When Zhuo Yifan saw that the vines were about to pounce on Fang Yun, but Fang Yun still hadn't moved, he couldn't help but laugh: "I told you, in the face of absolute suppression of realm, even if you have mastered the art of fasting, you have absolutely no chance to fight back."

"is it?"

Fang Yun remained noncommittal, then raised his arm, at which point a golden light suddenly flew out from his sleeve.

Before anyone could even see what it was, the vines that had completely covered the room were already torn to pieces and cut down.

"What...what's going on?" Not only Zhuo Yifan himself, but everyone else was also dumbfounded, not knowing how Fang Yun had used any tricks to make this thing, which was even harder than steel, into such a state.

"Good lad, you do have some skill!"

Seeing his spell broken, Zhuo Yifan was somewhat annoyed. He stopped holding back and clapped his hands. The vines that had just been cut off began to wriggle back up.

Unlike the previous one, this time all the vines gathered together, forming something that looked like a flower bud.

In the center of this flower bud, there was a bright green sap, which was clearly a highly poisonous substance.

Chapter 421 Sword Cuts Through Vines

"Since you don't appreciate it, then you might as well die." Zhuo Yifan said expressionlessly.

To him, anyone he couldn't win over was an enemy. Besides, Fang Yun was quite capable, and if he were to be lured away by someone else or come to cause trouble, that would be absolutely unacceptable.

"This vine's strongest attack is reserved for you. Dying here won't be a waste of your potential."

With a shout from Zhuo Yifan, the flower buds formed by the vines surrounded Fang Yun, leaving him with no way to avoid them this time.

When the small golden sword struck the vines again, the vines seemed to come alive, dodging left and right, trying to avoid being cut by the sword.

At that moment, the vines moved swiftly to Fang Yun's side, pounced on him, and enveloped him completely.

Those around were astonished. Fang Yun, after all, was a cultivator who had mastered the art of fasting, yet he couldn't withstand even a single blow.

"Young Master Zhuo is unfathomable. We'll have to be more careful from now on..." someone sighed.

"If you ask me, since Young Master Zhuo has such strength, why bother trying to win over that troublemaker? It's pointless to try and win over someone like him."

"Moreover, I heard that the Zhuo family has a quasi-master who can provide guidance. Fang Yun is truly hopeless for not going."

The calmest people in the room at this moment were Chen Xiaonan and Li Jiaying. They stood far away to the side, and no one was going to cause them any trouble.

When the two women saw Fang Yun wrapped up in the vines, their hearts skipped a beat, but they quickly regained their composure.

Since Fang Yun is the master so many people talk about, he should be more than capable of leading a group of people who have reached the Bigu stage.

Zhuo Yifan no longer held back. He grabbed the flower bud with his hand, and it closed inward. You can imagine how much force that was. It would probably crush an elephant into mincemeat if you put it in there.

"I gave you a chance, so don't blame me for not using it." A fanatical look appeared on Zhuo Yifan's face.

But before Zhuo Yifan could finish speaking, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. His vines seemed to be enduring some kind of pain.

Although that thing was a magical artifact, it was still connected to Zhuo Yifan by blood. It was not visible from the outside, but Zhuo Yifan could feel the anxiety inside.

"what happened?"

Zhuo Yifan was about to investigate further when suddenly all the vines turned into charcoal and scattered on the ground.

Fang Yun, who had just been wrapped up, was completely unharmed, with not even a wrinkle on his clothes, and stood calmly in place.

Zhuo Yifan felt a sense of unease. Then he saw that the air beneath Fang Yun's feet suddenly became much thicker, and an extremely hot aura was brewing around Fang Yun.

Zhuo Yifan and the others initially thought this was some kind of skill unique to Fang Yun and were trying to figure out how to break it, but then they found that they couldn't move at all, and it was very difficult to even lift a finger.

“In my domain, you are nothing more than a bunch of servants.” Fang Yun looked at the crowd expressionlessly.

"Domain..." Everyone was initially stunned, but then they were all shocked, as if they had guessed something.

Many more people were filled with horror because of this conjecture.

"No...this is impossible. Could he be a Taoist master?"

The word "Celestial Master" weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a mountain, making it hard to breathe. If fasting was already something they envied enough, then the Celestial Master was like a divine dragon from heaven, utterly unattainable. How could they possibly harbor any thoughts of rebellion?

Zhuo Yifan was even more unwilling to believe it, but at this moment he had only felt the aura on Fang Yun's body from his great-grandfather, and it was obvious that Fang Yun's aura was much stronger.

"Are you really a Celestial Master?" Zhuo Yifan's voice began to tremble slightly.

He could rely on his family background to resist the fasting, but the Celestial Master was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

"I suppose so," Fang Yun said casually.

Sweat poured down Zhuo Yifan's forehead. Finally, unable to withstand the immense pressure, he suddenly knelt down and raised his hands, saying, "Master, please calm down. I was blind to your greatness before. I have offended you in many ways. Please forgive me."

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan had lowered his head, everyone else knew what to do and rushed forward to apologize.

Among the crowd, Bu Xing broke out in a cold sweat and frantically pounded his chest.

He had initially thought that everything he said to Fang Yun was a lie, and he had even hoped that Zhuo Yifan would kill Fang Yun right there.

But thinking back on it now, I realize how dangerous those thoughts were. One wrong move could very well lead me to utter ruin.

"Phew, that was close." After letting out a long breath, he felt relieved.

Thinking about it this way, losing to Fang Yun wasn't shameful at all, and being able to befriend a Celestial Master was an even bigger win.

Chapter 422 Dividing the Army into Two Routes

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"Hmph, I'll let it go this time, but don't ever show your face in front of me again and disgust me."

Fang Yun casually uttered a sentence and walked towards the door of the private room. Chen Xiaonan and Li Jiaying quickly snapped out of their daze and followed behind Fang Yun.

This was the first time they had ever seen Fang Yun make a move. Although they knew Fang Yun was powerful, they had never had a direct experience of it.

But now, all that remains in their hearts is admiration.

Especially Li Jiaying, if she still had some curiosity and wariness towards Fang Yun before, she can now be said to have completely let down her guard and fallen head over heels for him.

Fang Yun is so young yet already possesses such strength; one can only imagine how astonishing his strength will be in the future.

Li Jiaying isn't stupid; how could she just watch such a young man go by?

"Jiaying, what's wrong? You seem to be spacing out?"

At this moment, Chen Xiaonan patted Li Jiaying on the shoulder, which surprised and delighted her. She then followed behind Chen Xiaonan and continued walking down the street.

"Oh...it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something." A hint of panic flashed in Li Jiaying's eyes.

Fang Yun walked ahead calmly, as if nothing had happened. When the Li family's driver saw Fang Yun coming, he hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door, but this time Fang Yun showed no intention of getting back in.

"What's wrong, Brother Fang? Don't you want to go back and rest?" Li Jiaying stepped forward, feeling a vague sense of unease.

"Okay, we won't be going back for now. Why don't you guys go ahead?" Fang Yun nodded.

Li Jiaying said, "I'm not tired now, so I'll accompany Brother Fang to continue shopping. We really did handle things well today, so I apologize to Brother Fang."

"It's not your fault, why should you apologize? Besides, I wanted to come this time too, but I didn't expect these people to be so low-class." Fang Yun said, shaking his head.

Although Fang Yun's tone remained calm, Li Jiaying felt a sense of unfamiliarity, a feeling that was hard to explain.