Among the few people who had just rushed out of the alley, one was still chattering:
"Young Master Yun, this subordinate has made all the arrangements. This kid will take the blame. He's just a commoner, so he won't cause any trouble."
"It's also my mistake, I didn't know that woman was the Prefect's niece."
"That kid is a famous good-for-nothing, this time it's absolutely foolproof."
"Absolutely foolproof..."
Suddenly, the chattering person froze. In his line of sight was Fang Qing, equally stunned.
"Eh?" Fang Qing finally came to his senses. It seemed he had been framed?
The Prefect's niece... no matter what these beasts did, they were trying to take his life!
His muscles tensed. Unlike the three-tenths of his strength he used just now, he was now using all of his abilities.
The words "Young Master Yun" stimulated his nerves. This person was not ordinary, unlike him who had only learned one martial art in three years.
This Young Master Yun's full name was Duanmu Yun, a direct descendant of the Manor Lord. He had been known as a Genius since childhood, practicing boxing at seven and swordsmanship at ten.
He had undergone constant medicinal baths since childhood, refining his muscles and bones, and was personally guided by the Manor Lord.
When Fang Qing joined the sect, Duanmu Yun had already gone to study the Wu Shen Mountain Manor's highest secret arts.
Even without asking, he had heard countless stories about him over the years, such as capturing tigers and leopards as if it were nothing. In his early twenties, he had challenged many famous martial artists.
One story after another, his reputation was thunderous, and Fang Qing dared not underestimate him.
Looking at the several people closing in, forming a circle around him, it seemed there was no escape.
Power surged through his body, ready to strike. His peripheral vision swept around, noticing that all these people had their faces covered with black cloths. He chose the one whose build most resembled Duanmu Yun's and attacked first.
Even a cornered beast will fight. Being framed by them would lead to no good end. He would fight them to the death! Fang Qing's heart hardened, his gaze grew sharper, and a fierce brutality rose within him.
Having cultivated the martial Dao for several years, practicing diligently from morning till night, he had long developed a martial artist's temperament. Now, trapped in a dangerous situation with a powerful opponent, even if it meant death, he would bite off a piece of flesh.
"Fierce Ox Breaks Horns!"
The Great Strength of the Ox Demon Fist was of a low rank. Among its eighteen practice stances, only three were offensive. This move was a pure offensive, a one-way attack; either victory or death.
The fist force surged forward, and behind him, a phantom of an ox demon appeared, stepping forward and merging with Fang Qing. His original height of seven chi increased by two chi out of thin air.
"Bang!~"
A muffled thud, like a watermelon bursting, and under the force of the fist, a headless man fell to the ground.
"So weak. Oh no, it's not Duanmu Yun!" Fang Qing's pupils contracted. He had misjudged.
"Damn it!"
Fang Qing was startled. This move of his was a one-way attack; his strength was exhausted, and it was too late to dodge the incoming attacks.
Three fist winds arrived as expected: one targeting his heart, one his temple, and one his throat.
"Thump, thump, thump!" Three sounds like beating ox-hide drums.
A breath later, Fang Qing blinked, staring at the three fists hitting his body, and grinned: "Why don't you hit harder!"
Coupled with the un-wiped blood and white fluid on his face, he looked like a Shura for a moment.
The three men were startled. A full-force strike had no effect at all. They exchanged horrified glances and were about to flee.
"Fierce Ox Shakes Earth."
The ground vibrated violently, and a god-like figure swooped down.
"Bang, bang, bang!~" Another three bursting sounds.
"Weaklings!"
He casually commented, Fang Qing wiped the blood from his face, and his peripheral vision swept around. Besides a few figures fleeing for their lives, there was no one else.
He was wary. Duanmu Yun's hiding skills were indeed impressive. Was he planning to ambush him?
He couldn't help but shout towards the alley entrance: "Duanmu Yun, stop hiding, come out!"
Again, he punched towards a stealthily hiding person. Just then, a pig-like scream came from the side:
"Ah ah ah ah, Young Master Yun, Young Master Yun, hold on!"
One person stumbled and crawled towards a wall, prying a figure out of the wall.
Seeing that person was no longer human, as if hit head-on by a train, with all his bones shattered and reduced to a pile of mush. Fortunately, very little blood flowed, which was a relief, but the person had already lost his Qi, apparently very thoroughly dead.
The heartbreaking sound made Fang Qing's movements pause. Wait, something was wrong?
He was Duanmu Yun, so who was this in front of him?
His fist stopped three inches from the person's face.
The unparalleled fist wind blew away the person's face mask, revealing a terrified face.
Fang Qing narrowed his eyes. An acquaintance! It was that teammate who had diarrhea.
He heard a "thud," and the person fell to the ground, followed by the smell of urine. He was so scared that he soiled himself.
Wait, something is still wrong... Fang Qing's brain couldn't process it.
He stared blankly at the pile of mud pried from the wall. Was this Duanmu Yun?
This was clearly that first weakling.
"I didn't even use much force!"
"Faking an injury?"
His brain worked at high speed. A moment later, Fang Qing, who had just realized, gasped.
"Holy crap, that was too dangerous, it scared me to death."
"No, I have to run, I can't explain this!"
......
Under the setting sun,
Fang Qing's face was pale. Many days of fighting had exhausted all his energy. The conflict that day, regardless of its cause, once the grudge was formed, it was an endless struggle.
Shaking off another group of people, Fang Qing hid in a small alley, not expecting an old man to have been waiting for a long time.
Fang Qing's pupils contracted. It was Lao Zhuang Lord!
"This old man has been waiting for a long time," the old man looked at Fang Qing without joy or sorrow: "It's time for you to give my nephew justice!"
Fang Qing snorted: "Justice? Then where is my justice?"
The old man shook his head: "That's your business. If you have the ability, come and demand your justice, or let your family, descendants, or friends come and demand it. It's all fine."
"If you have none, then just die peacefully." A sharp, unparalleled finger pointed at Fang Qing's glabella.
Already powerless to resist, Fang Qing stared intently at this scene and said: "Good, I've noted this grudge. If there is a next life, I, Fang Qing, will repay this injustice a hundredfold!"
With that, he offered his neck for the slaughter.
His vision blurred, and his consciousness was also fading.
Fang Qing's last thought was that it was good he had no attachments in this life, so it was fine for it to end like this.
Before his consciousness completely vanished, he seemed to see a hint of a goose-yellow figure.
......
"Drip!~"
A profound seed flowed down an invisible river and was planted in this world.
......
Beichuan Prefecture, Lingchuan City.
A young man in black clothes, completely bound with white gauze, suddenly opened his eyes.
"I'm not dead?" Fang Qing looked at everything before him in surprise. The surrounding environment was very unfamiliar.
"No, this isn't my original body!"
"I have Transmigrated again?"
After a simple investigation, Fang Qing came to this conclusion, and then the original body's memories began to Fusion.
A moment later, Fang Qing slowly opened his eyes.
"The Imperial Court, Zhenyu Department,"
"It's exactly the same experience as my first Transmigration. Is it someone from the yamen this time?"
"There really is a next life!" Fang Qing looked up at the northern sky and grinned.
"Linzhou Prefecture, Siyue City, Wu Shen Mountain Manor is only five hundred li from here."
"We'll see!"
"The most urgent task is to take over everything of the present body," Fang Qing rubbed his glabella, searching his memories while pushing open the door and walking out.
The slowly released memory fragments made him think of something interesting. The injuries on his body, bound with white gauze, were inflicted by a colleague three days ago. Why? The injuries were a bit severe.
Hm, he remembered now. This wasn't the Zhenyu Department yamen. They were ordered to come to this city to handle a case, a major gold robbery case.
This was the mansion of Su Bancheng in the city.
Three days ago, he seemed to have had a conflict with a colleague due to differing opinions. The original owner didn't expect the colleague to be so heavy-handed. He died then and there, and his body was taken over by Fang Qing.
The large mansion was cold and desolate. Occasional painful moans from the inner quarters made it seem like a haunted house.
Following the faint roars, he walked until he entered the inner gate, and everything became clear.
The sounds of whipping, interrogation, shouting, and begging for mercy intertwined.
"I'll confess, I'll confess, I did it, stop hitting me!"
"I'll give money, money!"
"Let go of me, let go, no!"
"Hahahahaha, brothers, this one is excellent, those who want it, line up."
...
"Thump!~" A bedroom door burst open, and a disheveled young man, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, rushed out.
He ran in a panic, heading straight towards Fang Qing.
