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“Fang Nansiao, Fang Botao.” Looking at the two figures emerging from the secret chamber, Fang Chen showed no surprise on his face. He calmly gazed at them, his murderous intent undiminished.
“You bold brat, how dare you treat your cousin like this! Aren't you afraid of the family law?” Fang Botao suddenly shouted angrily.
With a gaze devoid of any warmth, Fang Chen glanced lightly at the imposing Fang Botao and replied expressionlessly, “Hypocritical fool, if you want to kill me, just come at me. No need for all this nonsense.”
As soon as these words fell, Fang Botao's expression froze. He looked extremely uncomfortable, as if he had swallowed a fly.
“Put down Qiyang. We can talk things over,” Fang Nansiao said, trying to suppress the rage boiling within him as he looked at his son, who was impaled on Fang Chen's spear, bleeding profusely and barely breathing. He fixed his gaze on Fang Chen and spoke slowly.
Facing Fang Nansiao's intimidating stare, Fang Chen showed no fear and calmly said, “Bring Chan'er out to me. If Chan'er dies, your son will be buried with her.”
“The maid is not dead yet. I promise you, first put down Qiyang,” Fang Nansiao nodded and said.
“Second brother!” Fang Botao exclaimed anxiously. They could get that wretched maid to speak now; if they handed her over to Fang Chen, how could they still deal with him?
Given the current situation, they could at most severely injure Fang Chen or even cripple him, but killing him was out of the question. Because if they did that, the consequences would be unbearable for Fang Nansiao and the others!
Fang Nansiao frowned and shot a sideways glance at Fang Botao, causing the latter to fall silent.
“First bring Chan'er out,” Fang Chen remained expressionless and unmoved.
“Alright.” Taking a deep breath, Fang Nansiao waved his hand, and a guard immediately rushed into the secret chamber.
After several moments, two sets of footsteps approached.
The veins in his arm bulged as he struggled to bear the weight of the spear, which creaked ominously under pressure. The bloodshot in Fang Chen's dark eyes increased as a violent murderous intent radiated from him.
“You seek death!” A cold voice like that from an icy glacier emerged from Fang Chen's mouth.
In his line of sight, Master Qinggu and the previous guard supported a bloodied figure between them—barely alive and seemingly on the verge of death.
And that figure was none other than Chan'er!
Feeling something, Chan'er, who had her eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them. She looked joyfully at Fang Chen not far away and struggled to speak, "Young... Master..."
As she spoke, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Chan'er's eye, dripping down her cheek.
"What have you done to her?" Fang Chen asked, suppressing the overwhelming killing intent in his heart as he watched Chan'er’s cheek bulge occasionally, as if something inside was surging. His bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Fang Nansiao as he spoke each word deliberately.
"Hmph, after taking Old Man's Heart-Eating Pill, even if you save her, she will still die!" Master Qinggu said arrogantly. He had already noticed that Fang Chen was clearly very concerned about this maid. Hitting this person who had caused him great humiliation was something Master Qinggu was more than willing to do.
"Treat her, or you will die!" Fang Chen said coldly. Although his words were directed at Master Qinggu, his gaze remained firmly on Fang Nansiao.
The two locked eyes, neither backing down. As time passed second by second, with the massive loss of blood from within, Fang Qiyang's breath grew weaker and weaker.
Finally—
Fang Nansiao frowned and turned to Master Qinggu, saying, "Satisfy him."
Master Qinggu's face flashed with displeasure at Fang Nansiao's commanding tone. However, seeing her suddenly darkening expression made his heart skip a beat; he dared not show any unusual reaction. He cleared his throat twice and appeared troubled: "I haven't prepared the antidote for the Heart-Eating Pill yet."
Seemingly fearing that Fang Nansiao and Fang Chen would not believe him, Master Qinggu quickly added, "The main issue is that one of the medicinal ingredients is extremely rare."
"If you can't save Chan'er, I want him dead!" Fang Chen rasped. The bloodshot veins in his eyes increased, and the killing intent in his heart had reached a point where it was almost uncontrollable!
Master Qinggu's expression turned grim, and Fang Nansiao remained silent as the surroundings fell into silence.
At that moment, Fang Chen suddenly retracted the spear in his hand. The previously hung Fang Qiyang appeared in Fang Chen's grasp. He held Fang Qiyang by the neck, causing the latter's originally pale face to gradually turn red.
"Stop! I promise you!" Fang Nansiao shouted.
With his grip loosening slightly, Fang Chen's gaze filled with raw killing intent once again turned toward Master Qinggu, making the latter's face turn extremely ugly.
The reason he helped Fang Nansiao interrogate Chan'er was that he had already offended people like Fang Qingshan in the Fang Family and was forced to refine pills for the family for free for ten years—essentially being imprisoned. To escape this life was why he acted this way.
Unexpectedly, not long after seeking refuge, he found himself in such a predicament. The thought that all his misfortunes were brought about by Fang Chen filled Master Qinggu's eyes with resentment. Yet, even with such bitterness, when he considered his current situation, a headache began to throb. He knew that for the sake of his only son, Fang Nansiao would truly kill him.
Suddenly, Master Qinggu's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Although I don't have the antidote, I can temporarily suppress the Heart-Eating Bug within her. Moreover, I can provide you with the formula for the antidote."
After saying this, Master Qinggu added, "If I die, you will get nothing."
"Hand it over," Fang Chen replied coldly. "And bring Chan'er to me as well."
"Do as he says," Fang Nansiao instructed, looking at Master Qinggu.
Holding Chan'er in his arms and feeling her presence up close made Fang Chen's heart ache painfully. He struggled to suppress the violent Killing Intent within him and carefully placed a milky-white pill into Chan'er's mouth. Then he glanced at a piece of yellow paper that contained the antidote formula.
With Fang Chen's experience as a ninth-grade alchemist in his previous life, he could quickly discern the authenticity of the formula. After confirming it was genuine, he tucked it away. At that moment, Chan'er, who had swallowed the milky-white pill, stabilized her aura significantly; blood no longer seeped from her face, and the Heart-Eating Bug that had burrowed into her seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber.
"This medicine can only suppress the Heart-Eating Bug in her for one week. If there is no antidote after that week, she will undoubtedly die," Master Qinggu said gleefully. He did not believe Fang Chen could concoct an antidote. He knew well that even with the right herbs, creating an antidote was extremely difficult—at least he himself did not possess such skill.
"Now you can give me Qiyang," Fang Nansiao said. As he spoke, he casually shifted his stance toward Fang Chen.
Ignoring Fang Nansiao, Fang Chen suddenly tore his shirt into strips and carefully placed Chan'er on his back, then wrapped the strips around himself layer by layer.
"Chan'er, take a nap. When you wake up, everything will be alright," Fang Chen said gently.
"Mm," Chan'er responded softly as she slowly closed her eyes, a sweet smile appearing on her face.
"Give me Qiyang!" Fang Nansiao said again in a low voice, his eyes blazing with fury; his patience had reached its limit!
"Alright," Fang Chen nodded.
Then—
Crack!
A sudden sound of a bone breaking echoed sharply.
Fang Qiyang hung his head weakly, devoid of any breath. His pale face still bore a hint of lingering surprise and a trace of disbelief that had just arisen.
Not just him, everyone present was stunned; no one expected that Fang Chen would actually kill Fang Qiyang!
"You’re seeking death!" Fang Nansiao roared in fury.
With a furious shout, Fang Nansiao leaped into the air like a great roc spreading its wings, aiming a palm strike at the crown of Fang Chen's head.
The surrounding grass, trees, and stones were drawn together by an overwhelming force, forming a Dragon that dove down towards Fang Chen. This giant dragon made of rubble, vegetation, and soil opened its massive jaws wide, expanding and sucking in air as it lunged forward to bite.
"Hey, here’s your gift back!"
Fang Chen's lips curled into a cold smile as he suddenly tossed the lifeless body of Fang Qiyang upwards.
If the dragon continued to bite at him, it would first tear apart Fang Qiyang's corpse. However, if Fang Nansiao wanted to preserve his son's body intact, he would have to disperse this fierce attack.
Suddenly trying to retract such a powerful assault born out of rage was no simple task. Even Fang Nansiao would suffer some backlash.
A two-birds-with-one-stone strategy!
"What a vicious little brat!"
Fang Botao's expression changed, clearly realizing Fang Chen's ruthless intent.
On the contrary, the person directly involved, Fang Nansiao, remained silent, his grayish-white eyes filled with brutality fixated tightly on Fang Chen.
"Die!" he suddenly shouted, extending his hand to control the Dragon from afar as it charged towards Fang Chen to tear him apart.
Sizzle.
The Dragon pierced through Fang Qiyang's body, and the Frenzy's Qi Energy tore it apart, creating a dazzling spray of blood in mid-air, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.
"That's really ruthless!"
Fang Chen's pupils constricted as his body suddenly surged forward, dodging like a slingshot.
The Dragon "bit" into the ground where he had just stood, causing a thunderous roar and kicking up clouds of dust.
One by one, the Azure Garden Guards who had been surrounding Fang Chen were crushed into a pulp by the Dragon due to their inability to evade in time!
"The Qi Boundary is indeed still far behind the Body Refinement Realm."
Watching the immense destructive power generated by Fang Nansiao's strike, Fang Chen couldn't help but feel this way.
But can this stop him from doing what he intends to do?
"This is just the beginning." Fang Chen whispered to himself.
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