I'm Going to Kill

"The people here all went off to besiege Autumn Moon Nunnery." Since the people opposite had asked, Fang Shuwen naturally saw no reason to withhold an answer. Hearing this, the newcomers exchanged bewildered glances. A man with a black snake coiled around his neck spoke up in confusion, "Wasn't it supposed to be a feint? Could Feng Lixiao have been bragging blindly? Did he fail to hear what those hypocrites were actually discussing?" A woman cloaked entirely in black let out a low, cold sneer. "In the presence of King Cao, would he dare lie?" A ruddy-faced monk shook his head slightly. "Then isn't this matter exceedingly strange?" "What is so strange about it?" Standing beside the monk was an exquisitely voluptuous woman. Her gaze swept over Fang Shuwen before she spoke. "Could it be that Feng Lixiao fell into a trap? His movements were uncovered, so those hypocrites simply beat him at his own game... turning the feint into a genuine assault! Were we deceived into splitting off half our men to raid the righteous sects' stronghold, only to end up empty-handed?" At these words, the expressions of the others shifted slightly at the same time. Just then, the woman suddenly began walking toward Fang Shuwen. "Little master, if they have all left, why are you still here?" "There are still people inside the mountain god temple... Hmm? That girl is truly gorgeous! You wanton vixen, the pretty boy is yours, but you aren't allowed to fight this poor monk for that girl!" The ruddy-faced monk's eyes settled on Zhou Qingmei, an obscene lust gleaming in his gaze. Zhou Qingmei's eyes narrowed slightly, the sharpness between her brow and temples growing ever keener. At some point, Lu Guiyan had stepped up before the temple entrance, one hand resting on her goose-quill saber as she spoke coldly, "Be careful, Young Hero Fang. If I am not mistaken, the one playing with the snake should be 'Blood-Belly Gentleman' Bai Liuxian. The monk is likely a lustful monk of Huanxi Zen Courtyard... As for these two women, I do not know where they hail from." Aside from these four, there were also two elderly figures who had remained silent throughout. An old man and an old woman, both hunched and stooped, appearing to be husband and wife. In the shadows, further breaths stirred restlessly... Clearly, this assault on the Seven Sects' makeshift headquarters was led by these six, backed by the men lurking in the darkness. Fang Shuwen gave a slight nod, then said to the alluring woman, "I stayed behind to clear up a few matters. You are so beautiful, miss, you must be kindhearted as well. Surely you wouldn't mind dispelling my confusion." He failed to notice that Zhou Qingmei shot him a discreet roll of her eyes as soon as the words left his mouth. The woman, on the other hand, covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "Right, right! Big Sister truly is as kind as she is lovely. What would you like to ask?" "Who is this King Cao you spoke of?" Fang Shuwen's question was blunt and direct. Among the Three Immortals, Two Kings, and One Madman of the City, there was no one named King Cao. The woman's smile vanished in an instant, and she shook her head slightly. "Little master, King Cao's identity cannot be spoken of. Why don't we talk about romance instead? I'll tell you, Big Sister knows an awful lot of tricks..." "Hua Meiniang..." A raspy, aged voice rang out. It was the white-haired old woman, speaking in a low, stern tone. "If you want him, capture the brat and take him back to Autumn Moon Nunnery to do with as you please. Do not waste time here, lest unexpected complications arise." Hua Meiniang's expression darkened at the rebuke, but she seemed rather wary of the old woman and did not dare defy her, only nodding. "Understood." With that, she turned back to Fang Shuwen. "Little master, come with Big Sister. Be good, and you'll suffer far less physical pain." She reached out toward Fang Shuwen. "Wait!" The old man beside the old woman suddenly spoke, lifting his head slightly to look toward Lu Guiyan in front of the temple. "You brat with the saber, are you Lu Guiyan of Lu'an Escort Agency? Since you are still here, could the ones inside the mountain god temple be... the very people King Cao wants?" At these words, ecstatic delight instantly washed over the faces of several of them. "We thought we came for nothing! Who would have thought an accidental strike would land us such immense merit!" Bai Liuxian leaped forward, lunging straight toward the ruined temple. Even Hua Meiniang cast Fang Shuwen aside, stepping forward to force her way inside. "Hua Meiniang, don't even think about beating me to it!" The big monk let out a shout as golden light surged around his body. Surpassing Bai Liuxian, he charged ahead to seize the initiative. Yet the moment he took a step, a low hum rang out. A longsword had already blocked Hua Meiniang's path. Hua Meiniang glanced over, only to hear Chen Qi say calmly, "This path is closed." "You aren't bad-looking either, though you fall a bit short of that little master. Be a good boy and don't block Big Sister's way, and there will be pleasures for you to enjoy later too." As Hua Meiniang spoke, her eyes rippled with allure, and her fingers swept out to flick Chen Qi's sword aside. Chen Qi snorted coldly. "So you are an enchantress of the Huayue Sect. Such paltry tricks cannot harm me, Chen Qi!" His blade trembled and slashed down. Hua Meiniang's expression changed, and she tapped her foot to hastily retreat. Her seductive glance earlier had not been simple flirtation, but an ultimate technique of the Huayue Sect known as Silken Seduction Eyes. A single glance could bewitch one's soul, making a man forget where and when he was. She had assumed Chen Qi would surely be paralyzed by her gaze, yet Chen Qi remained completely unmoved. Instead, his blade was so fierce and biting that she was forced to fall back. Otherwise, she would likely have died beneath his sword first. Resentment flared in her heart. Dodging the slash, she pushed off the ground and sprang forward like an ape. "Big talk! Let Big Sister see what you're really made of!" In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in combat. Seeing this, the monk burst into hearty laughter. "It is fated that this grand achievement belongs to this poor monk!" Even as he spoke, he was already upon Fang Shuwen. His right hand swept forward, half fist, half palm. "Out of my way!" As he struck, he was careful to steer clear of Zhou Qingmei, lest he harm the girl who had caught his eye. He expected that the youthful Fang Shuwen would surely be sent tumbling across the ground by this blow, or even killed on the spot... He had even considered how Hua Meiniang might quarrel with him once he killed the boy. To his shock, his right hand halted abruptly. His wrist was seized tightly, firmly caught in Fang Shuwen's grip. The shock was immense. Instinctively channeling his internal force, he tried to break free, but no matter how violently his internal force surged, he could not budge his arm in the slightest. The big monk looked up at Fang Shuwen in sheer terror, only to hear him ask in a calm, soft voice, "Who is King Cao? Why does he want the two people protected by the Lu'an Escort Agency?" The big monk shook his head. "No..." "Talk, or die." The monk's pupils constricted violently, but Fang Shuwen had already unleashed a palm strike. With a dull thud, an object flew outward and tumbled across the ground. The others glanced down at the ground—the object rolling across the dirt was none other than the monk's large, bald head! Before the others could react, with a rush of wind, the monk's headless corpse went hurtling toward "Blood-Belly Gentleman" Bai Liuxian! Bai Liuxian's face drained of color. Without thinking, he twisted his body aside to dodge the flying corpse. The opponent's depth was unfathomable, and the corpse was hurtling with tremendous force. He was no fool; why would he try to catch it with his bare hands? Watching Fang Shuwen kick the corpse away, Lu Guiyan heard him say, "Hold this position. I'm going to kill."