The Legend of Fangren

"Young master, if you grab these two girls before you leave, aren't you afraid the old city lord will fight you to the death?"

"Being attacked from both sides and barely able to protect ourselves, outsiders will only think that the old city lord harmed his daughter, what does it have to do with us?"

The young mistress in the shadows chuckled, "You don't want to have worked for nothing, do you?"

"Of course." The attendant waved, and several more figures emerged to surround and kill the target.

These two girls were indeed too young and lacked combat experience. Among the men in black who surrounded them, there were half genuine and half fake, but they all used all their strength and didn't know how to conserve their Xuan Qi, wasting their energy in vain.

Upon inhaling the gray mist filled with wood seeds, one's profound energy becomes stagnant and one's wisdom is clouded within moments.

"Cough cough..."

Surrounded by men in black, Luo He suddenly felt her limbs begin to disobey her commands. There was a group of men in black in front of her, some real and some fake. When she realized that her Xuan Qi was depleted and tried to use it sparingly, she was at a loss because the gray fog made it difficult to distinguish between the real and fake ones.

The battles at the foot of the mountain are not as fair as those within the sect; there are many tricks that are hard to guard against.

"Senior Sister Qu..."

With both hands weak, Luohe finally couldn't even hold the spear steadily.

"Junior sister..." Qu Mei was completely weak and had no strength left. She tried to help her up, but the two of them collapsed to the ground, their minds in a daze.

Fangzi… At the last moment, she remembered Fang Shi.

"Catching a turtle in a jar is an easy task."

The two men, a master and a servant, dressed in black, emerged from the darkness, and the servant smiled knowingly.

"Alright, take the person and let's go quickly. That old man's daughter went missing early this morning and he's been searching for her all day. If he finds out we've kidnapped her, he'll probably come after us himself."

The young lady heard soldiers approaching from the street in the distance. Although she didn't know why they were suddenly coming, she didn't care since she was leaving anyway. She just needed to move quickly.

The servant obeyed the order and was about to bend down to pick up the person when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He quickly dodged, avoiding a vital spot, but not the right hand.

clang!!

A gray iron axe suddenly swung down, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight, slamming into the ground and shattering the street's paving stones.

A figure jumped down and landed between the two women and the man in black, easily pulling out the gray iron axe stuck in the ground and holding it in his hand.

Fang Shi glanced sideways at the severed hand on the ground, bleeding profusely, then shifted his gaze back to the black-clad servant, who was gritting his teeth and clutching the severed limb. He said in a low voice, "Looks like this time it's the real deal."

The young lady calmly replied, "I'm very curious about how you survived."

Unbeknownst to him, a wisp of gray mist emanated from his fingertips, spreading out in an odorless manner.

Fang Shi took a deep breath and said, "A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise."

"This is the first time I've heard this; it's quite interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young master's iron claw weapon emitted a wisp of gray light and suddenly attacked.

Upon seeing this, Fang Shi instantly raised his gray iron axe to block, and a torch appeared in his other hand. He turned around and unleashed an arc of flame.

The gray mist was instantly ignited by the fire, and a large area burst into flames.

"My lady, get out of the way!"

The servant shouted, and three gray iron axes flew out of thin air from the firelight, each a cold glint aimed straight for his vital points. The young master leaned back, and the three gusts of wind swept past his face, entering the stone wall behind him and scattering stones all over his face.

No matter how many times you see this power, it's still shocking.

Fang Shi gave them no chance to breathe. The previous killing of the fifth-level thief had made him realize his combat advantage, which was to make good use of props and items. Now, why would I be afraid of you two thieves?

Give me your life! Quickly give me some experience points!

Seeing the critical situation, the attendant, without bothering to retrieve the severed hand, suddenly burst out a large amount of gray mist from beneath his black clothes. His body grew as he faced the wind, tearing his robes and sprouting a pair of large wings. With just one flap, a black wind rose up, causing sand and stones to roll on the street and dust to blind the eyes.

Caught off guard, Fang Shi was suddenly smeared with black. Through his blurry vision, he saw the man in black fly away and then throw out several more gray iron axes, but unfortunately, they missed.

"They got away again."

When the sandstorm subsided, Fang Shi took out a bottle of water to wash his eyes. He then saw soldiers rushing towards him from the other side of the street. He quickly dug up some soil and, with the two of them, hid underground and quietly escaped out of the city.

After setting up the torches, the light illuminated the two unconscious women. Fang Shi touched their faces; although there was nothing wrong with them on the surface, he worried that they might also fall like the sheep.

According to Master Zhang, the Yinmu Silk does not harm people, but only controls their minds. However, now that it is carrying two people, it is unclear where to go.

Are we just going to stay in the wilderness for three days and wait for the sect to arrive?

It's not impossible; he has enough food and drink on him to feed the three of them for more than half a year.

Having made up his mind, Fang Shi immediately began living the life of a cave dweller.

He had nothing better to do than cut down trees during the day and dig in the ground at night. He fed the two girls three meals a day, just like taking care of two children.

Lacking common sense, these two girls really acted like children. When they woke up and couldn't see Fang Shi, they would cry (mainly Luo He), and then Senior Sister Qu would cry too. When feeding them, they would fight over the food, and if they couldn't win, they would start fighting like children. They would spill the spirit fruit porridge all over him. Afterwards, instead of them apologizing, he would have to coax them because neither of them could beat the other, so they would start crying and making a fuss.

After two and a half days, Fang Shi was completely numb.

"My goodness, why do I, a rough and tough guy, have to do all this...?"

Elder, please come back soon!

As they dug out of the ground, Fang Shi looked up to the sky and cried out in sorrow, just in time to see a ray of blue light flying from the horizon. He quickly took out his binoculars and saw that it was a large gourd with a person sitting on it.

"Master!"

He quickly shouted, and Qu Yang in the sky saw him and fell down.

"you……"

As soon as they landed, Qu Yang wanted to ask something, but when he saw that Fang Shi was soaked and his clothes were covered with bits of fruit, he hesitated to speak.

Fang Shi burst into tears and rushed over to hug his leg, crying, "Master, please heal your little sister! She and Luo He have been driving me crazy these past few days!"

"Where are they?" Qu Yang, who had come with information from Zhang Kongming, immediately understood and asked.

"It's in that cave."

Fang Shi turned around and pointed, and saw Luo He and Qu Mei crawl out of the cave and rush towards him, their eyes brimming with tears, just like children who had turned around and couldn't find their mother.

"Master, save me!"

Fang Shi cried out in fear and clung to Qu Yang like a child, only to be kicked aside by Qu Yang for smelling bad. When Luo He and Qu Mei rushed up, he quickly pointed his finger between the two of them.

The two women immediately crouched down, clutching their heads, their faces contorted in agony, until they vomited a pool of grayish-black liquid before they finally stopped.

"I... Fangzi!" Luohe shook his head to wake up and saw Fang Shi lying on the ground nearby. He quickly ran over.

Qu Mei spotted Qu Yang immediately and exclaimed with delight, "Brother!"

But before the joy of surprise could fully show on her face, her expression immediately fell, and she couldn't stop crying. She threw herself into Qu Yang's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Dad...he..."

"I know..." Qu Yang stroked his little sister's head, comforting her with silence.

At this moment, Fang Shi led Luo He over and saw Qu Mei, who was also covered in dirt, being held in Qu Yang's arms. He accused, "Master, you're being unfair."

Qu Yang rolled her eyes: "She's my little sister."

Fang Shi jumped up and down: "I'm still your eldest disciple!"

Besides, I'm only sixteen or seventeen years old, okay? Everyone's still a child. Master, was it appropriate for you to kick me in the heart?

Qu Yang couldn't stand the kid anymore and threatened, "If you say that again, I'll dump my little sister on you again."

"Brother! What are you saying!" Upon hearing this, Qu Mei, who was in his arms, went from grief to indignation and protested.

Qu Yang continued to pat her head: "Does that make you feel a little better?"

She immediately understood that her brother was trying to ease the tension. After calming down, she nodded and hummed in agreement.

After the jokes, it's time to get down to business.

Fang Shi asked, "Master, did the sect only send you? Don't you need any other help?"