吉.

Currently unknown.

Ominous,

it’s probably the person right in front of us.

Hidden and unrevealed, it refers to future troubles, not the present.

"This child is my beloved disciple, young and naive, ignorant and unruly. If there are any offenses, please show mercy. Someday, I will bring this unworthy disciple to sincerely apologize."

Iron Flute Immortal’s face was solemn:

"I hope you will be lenient."

"Iron Flute Immortal!" Fang Zheng looked at the other, his hand forming a virtual grip, suppressing the spiritual light in the scene, and spoke:

"What if Fang says no?"

"Where you can show mercy, be merciful. Fellow cultivator, you have practiced for many years, why persist in such obsessions?" Iron Flute Immortal’s face slightly darkened:

"I, Shi, have some methods myself..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished his words, the Buddhist shrine had already fallen, and the spiritual light in the scene was shattered by an invisible giant power.

The Binding Gold Rope took the opportunity to enter, binding the powerless Young Master Zheng tightly, and then throwing him in front of Fang Heng.

He intended to kill my son and even me. Even if he is a master’s beloved disciple, with future hidden trouble, Fang Zheng doesn’t intend to be merciful.

"..."

Looking at the panicked Young Master Zheng in front of him, Fang Heng gritted his teeth, reached out to grab a long saber from the ground, and chopped it towards his neck.

"Puff!"

The blade fell,

and a head rolled.

Young Master Zheng’s eyes widened, staring rigidly at the sky, as if he still couldn’t believe he was dead at that moment.

"Father."

Fang Heng panted heavily, kicked the head on the ground away, wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at Fang Zheng:

"Luckily you came in time, otherwise..."

"Your mother is not going to make it."

Fang Zheng interrupted him:

"Come back with me."

"Swoosh!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Heng’s face turned pale instantly, his body trembled violently, and he didn’t even know when the long saber in his hand fell to the ground.

......

The smoke in the field had not yet dissipated, leaving a scene of desolation within a mile radius, rocks collapsed, and rivers altered their courses.

Huge deep pits appeared in what used to be plain areas.

When Fang Zheng rushed over with Fang Heng and a few others, the scene before them was as described.

The power of the Martial Sect and masters is enough to change the shape and topography of mountains to some extent, truly terrifying.

"Retrieve!"

Accompanied by a low shout, the Ghost King immediately transformed into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the Buddhist shrine.

"What a treasure!"

Little Night Palace’s Celestial Spider Ascendant, Ling Shan, showed surprise as he looked at the Buddhist shrine in Fang Zheng’s hand:

"This item can suppress Underworld Soul Ghosts so effectively, even capable of restraining the Ghost King Body."

"No wonder you can control a Ghost King."

The Ghost King can traverse the Netherworld, unrestricted by the cycle of the Five Elements, and move through mountains and waters effortlessly.

The heart and head are not even vital points; even if torn apart, its power remains unaffected.

This special constitution makes it superior to ordinary Martial Sect members and masters.

Especially at night, its power is enhanced; even Ling Shan doesn’t guarantee a victory.

The recent encirclement of the Celestial Spider Ascendant saw the Ghost King repeatedly play significant roles.

Such an existence is under Fang Zheng’s control.

"It was obtained by chance." Fang Zheng shook his head, put away the Buddhist shrine, unwilling to explain further, and changed the subject by asking:

"What is the outcome?"

"Very good."

Princess Qingyuan, Li Yingxuan, floated down on a breeze, with a slight smile on her face:

"Thanks to Brother Fang’s assistance, the Celestial Spider Ascendant has been brought to justice. I thank Brother Fang on behalf of the people of the two mansions."

"The Commandery Princess is too kind."

Fang Zheng lowered his head:

"I have other matters and must return to Gu’an County promptly, so I won’t disturb further."

Judging from the remaining aura in the field, besides Ling Shan and a few others, there seemed to be another Martial Sect-level individual involved.

Since the other party didn’t mention it, he didn’t intend to ask further.

"Such urgency..."

Li Yingxuan was momentarily startled, then realized, glanced at Fang Heng, and nodded:

"Brother Fang, go ahead if you have matters to attend to."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng waved his hand to summon the Wind and Cloud Banner, and the scene was instantly filled with wind and clouds, carrying him and Fang Heng soaring into the sky.

As for the others.

They would be slowly escorted back to the city by Lu Zhi and others.

Watching Fang Zheng leave, Ling Shan’s smile gradually faded, and he turned to Li Yingxuan, saying:

"He killed Iron Flute Immortal’s beloved disciple."

"Yes."

Li Yingxuan gently furrowed her brows:

"This is indeed a problem. I initially intended to recruit Iron Flute Immortal, but now it seems... it might not happen."

"Iron Flute Immortal is not a typical master." Ling Shan shook his head:

"My master mentioned that among the masters in Jizhou, there aren’t many who have the potential to advance further; he is one of them."

"His talent is extraordinary, comprehension amazing, and the Dragon Gate Sect’s Secret Technique has been cultivated by him to an extremely high level."

Li Yingxuan pursed her lips.

How could she not know this?

The ability to separate Divine Thought and leave it on a beloved disciple seems commonplace but is something even she cannot accomplish.

"Forget it!"

Shaking her head, Li Yingxuan looked towards where the Prefecture City was located:

"Let’s go meet Lord Nie first."

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Gu’an County,

Fang Mansion.

"Mother!"

Fang Heng knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, his hands clutching the floor, unaware that his fingernails had already cracked.

"I am unfilial!"

"I am unfilial!"

He never anticipated that his moment of rashness would cause Du Qiaoyun such distress, making her fall ill in bed.

For all these years.

Fang Heng never gave his mother peace of mind.

Being naturally outgoing, he always yearned to venture outside, unaware of his parents’ immense worries.

Back then, when Fang Heng and Fang Ping’an were sent to the Prefecture City as hostages, and when one was allowed to return, Fang Zheng’s first thought was Fang Heng.

It was out of concern for his nature, fearing he’d cause trouble, to keep him close for proper guidance and to ease Du Qiaoyun’s worries.

The result...

"Mother does not blame you."

Du Qiaoyun leaned weakly in Fang Zheng’s arms, gently shaking her head:

"Some people shouldn’t be confined to one place; my child shouldn’t stay at home, but aspire to see the world. It’s only natural."

"It was my excessive attachment; don’t blame yourself too much."