Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 162 - 108: Nine Nether Divine Phoenix Physique
"The mining site? Who said so? Do you have a certificate with the City Lord's seal?"
The side with the advantage in numbers was more imposing, comprising martial cultivators and cultivators. The speaker was a tall, thin young man with handsome features and slightly soft bones. His energy was concealed and steady, indicating his leadership among the group.
Fan Mingjue replied coldly, "Dong Baishan, don't think I don't know what you guys are up to. Today you say you're here to visit, tomorrow you'll want to inspect the mine, the day after you'll start stealing minerals, and before long, you'll claim it as your own!"
Dong Baishan laughed, "As expected of a Fan Family member, you have quite the imagination. Do you always think everyone is out to get you?"
Fan Mingjue didn't respond, but inside he was quite certain. The Fan Family was large and influential, and for the past decade, even minor internal disputes attracted lurking wolves.
He sternly said, "Whether it's true or not, both you and I know in our hearts. Dong Baishan, stop pretending to be a big wolf. Today, there's no way we'll let you pass."
"Heh, we came here for leisure, and you still want to block our way? You really think you're something special?"
Leisure? Even a dog wouldn't believe that.
Not to mention that Little Abyss Valley is known for its rampant monsters. What normal person would come to a harsh environment like a mining site for leisure? Scared the mine dust isn't thick enough?
"Enough has been said, more words are useless."
"Do you really intend to block us? Fan Mingjue, think it over. You're challenging the dignity of all our families here. Even if we beat you half to death today, the Fan Family wouldn't be able to say anything. After all, we are genuinely here for leisure."
"Pah!" Fan Mingjue spat on the ground.
"You're utterly incorrigible!" Dong Baishan stepped forward, shaking his gentleman's fan. This wasn't for show; his weapon was indeed a fan!
The soft gentleman's fan in his hand was as sharp as a blade, yet more flexible and versatile in techniques.
The two immediately engaged in a trembling standoff.
Dong Baishan, being a cultivator, exuded a very sharp aura and was superior in cultivation level, quickly forcing Fan Mingjue, the martial cultivator, into a disadvantage.
Fan Mingjue's every move was effortlessly parried, unable to land a single blow on Dong Baishan. The latter's movements were like a dance, his steps as elusive as a butterfly, completely untouchable.
"Are you really not going to let us pass?"
"No chance!"
"Then go lie down on the side!"
With a loud shout, Dong Baishan swung his fan, sending out a blade-like wind, with faint traces of fluttering willow leaves.
Such fierceness was unavoidable for Fan Mingjue, who gritted his teeth, ready to take it head-on. He knew well that doing so would likely mean both arms getting broken, but... at least he had to hold on until the Fan Family's reinforcements arrived!
Clang!
As the fan's edge struck Fan Mingjue's body, it didn't sound like flesh being cut, but rather like it hit an extremely hard metal.
Blocked?
How could that be!
Everyone on Dong Baishan's side was shocked.
"Brother Dong is the genius of the Red Tiger Sect, at the eighth-layer Foundation Establishment! How could Fan Mingjue, merely a Fifth-Grade Martial Master, possibly block him!"
Not only they, but Fan Mingjue himself was equally puzzled, not understanding what had happened.
At this moment, a young voice came from within the mine, "I heard someone is bullying my Fan Family for being short on people?"
Everyone looked towards the sound to see a young man emerge from the mine, wearing a dark cyan sleeved gown. His appearance was handsome, still carrying some youthful innocence, yet his gaze was both steely and unfathomably deep for his age. Not more than fifteen, his steps were light and graceful, blending seamlessly with the surroundings.
Who is that?
Who has seen him before?
Everyone present was unfamiliar with this face. But since he emerged from the mine, he must be from the Fan Family.
However, even over on the Fan Family's side, no one recognized him. Though by appearance, he vaguely resembled the patriarch, no one could think of any reason why.
Dong Baishan asked coldly, "Who are you?"
Fan Wubing looked at them, thinking to himself, Father, you only considered those from the older generation causing trouble. You didn't think the young ones from each family would come causing issues. Now, it seems I'm the one who'll have to hold the fort for the young generation of the Fan Family.
It was an unwritten understanding among all the prominent families of Kuiyu City that the conflicts among the younger generations, as long as they didn't result in fatal injuries or malicious harm, the elders wouldn't get involved. So, battles between elders and the younger generation were essentially two different worlds.
Fan Wubing grinned, "I'm Fan Wubing."
A young lad, with red lips and white teeth, a broad back, a lean waist, and mantis-like legs.
Fan Wubing's physique was never one of effeminacy. His cultivation method destined him to develop in a robust direction.
Fan Wubing?
Everyone started rummaging through their minds for tidbits about this name.
Not much, and mostly bad, but at least it rang a bell.
Evidently, news from Kuiyu City hadn't yet reached Little Abyss Valley.
"Oh, I wondered who it could be, it's that calamity, huh? Got kicked out by the Eternal Immortal Sect?" Dong Baishan threw in a taunt to boost his faction's morale.
On hearing this, everyone burst out laughing.
Fan Wubing didn't respond, stepping forward to tell Fan Mingjue and the others, "Leave this to me."
Fan Mingjue wasn't very familiar with Fan Wubing, but he still advised, "That Dong Baishan is at the eighth-layer Foundation Establishment level."
"Mm, I know."
When Fan Mingjue sensed Fan Wubing's aura, he couldn't help but swallow nervously. He couldn't see through this guy who, by seniority, should be his younger brother. It seemed as though he didn't possess any cultivation at all. But how could someone without any cultivation possibly withstand Dong Baishan's earlier onslaught?
Better believe it for now.
Fan Wubing asked, "Oh, by the way, there should be a temporary healing station at the mining site, right?"
"Yes, there is, why?"
Fan Wubing chuckled, "It might get bloody in a bit."
"Bloody? Hahaha... You mean yourself, right?" someone mocked.
Fan Wubing stood at the front, fully exposed to the aura of over twenty people. He curled his finger, "Let's not waste time; come at me all at once."
"Arrogant bastard!"
One person moved forward, trying to show off. Clearly, he had practiced body technique divine techniques, making his steps strange. However, after only a few strides, he suddenly took off, crashing heavily into the ground, breaking his leg bone instantly, and lying there wailing.
What happened?
Everyone looked in horror at their wailing companion, then back to Fan Wubing... He hadn't even moved!
Dong Baishan felt uneasy, rising with the thoughts of retreat.
But Fan Wubing immediately noticed his thoughts, stepping forward, "Finished antagonizing us and want to leave? I promised blood would spill, and spill it must!"
He took a sudden step forward.
Dragon Walk!
Suddenly, the shadow of a massive dragon enveloped everyone. Wisps of blood energy latched onto each person and then fiercely exploded by Fan Wubing's command.
Had it been a full-force explosion, they would all have been instantly obliterated into dust.
But, it couldn't be done that way; just a lesson was enough.
Blood energy burst upon them, causing their ribs, leg bones, and arm bones to fracture and shatter.
In an instant, everyone collapsed onto the ground, crying in agony.
The Fan Family members were stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
Fighting such people was like bullying children; winning brought no sense of accomplishment. Fan Wubing shook his hand, "Brother Mingjue, I'll leave these guys to you. Don't take it too seriously, just keep them alive."
Fan Mingjue and the others stared blankly at Fan Wubing's figure, mesmerized.
What kind of skill was this?
He solved over twenty people in a single blow! His clothes weren't even dusty.
"Fan Wubing... Is it really that calamity, Fan Wubing..."
