Chapter 983: Chapter 497: Alliance Through Marriage
This scene, Fang Zhixing witnessed fully.
There are countless coincidences in the world.
He truly didn’t expect that the Chief of the Wind God Departnt would happen to be here enjoying the hot spring as well.
How odd!
Is it possible that such a chief wouldn’t have their own cave abode?
Why co outside to bathe?
Could it be that this hot spring is indeed famous?
“Hmm, trying to catch ? Interesting!”
Fang Zhixing remained unfazed, scoffing in his mind.
At this mont, a middle-aged man in another pool put on his clothes, walked over with a mouth full of alcohol breath, and loudly questioned, “Sis, why are you trying to catch that person? Do you have a grudge?”
The young fairy replied, “You don’t practice the ‘Ancient Skill,’ so naturally you don’t understand the power of the Heavenly Bell Departnt. A single Heavenly Bell commands ten thousand bells. Our Wind God Departnt’s ‘Fu Yao Bell,’ when it encounters the Thousand-Autumn Bell, can only bow its head in submission.”
The middle-aged man scratched his beard, full of defiance, and shouted, “It’s just a Heavenly Bell. If it’s really that powerful, wouldn’t it have unified the universe and reached the position of the Great Emperor long ago?”
The young fairy laughed and said, “You actually guessed it. There’s a rumor that our Yellow Bell Sect’s founding ancestor was indeed a Great Emperor.”
“Rubbish, it’s just a rumor,”
The middle-aged man dismissed, spitting alcohol breath as he spoke, “Throughout the Mu Chen Immortal Domain, countless Immortals have never given rise to a single Great Emperor.”
The young fairy was speechless and earnestly said, “You should read more history books when you have ti, learn about the origins of Mu Chen Immortal Domain, and I’m sure you will make surprising discoveries.”
Upon hearing the words ‘read books,’ the middle-aged man’s face fell instantly. He quickly changed the subject, shouting, “Oh right, have your marriage plans been settled? The Mountain Spirit Tribe, Zeshen Tribe, and Thunderbolt Tribe have all proposed marriage alliances to you. Which one do you plan to marry?”
The young beauty’s expression suddenly turned cold.
The middle-aged man was terrified, waving his hands repeatedly while saying, “Sis, I have sothing to do, I’ll leave now, no need to see off.”
He slinked away embarrassedly with those two beauties.
Seeing this, the young fairy sighed helplessly, stepped on the flowing wind, and also turned to leave.
After about the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea…
Fang Zhixing had finished bathing, exited the pool, and got dressed.
At that very mont, three figures suddenly appeared with a blast of wind and dust.
Fang Zhixing glanced aside, recognizing them as the beautiful Chief, the stern young man, and the gray-robed strongman.
The three scrutinized Fang Zhixing, their facial expressions inexplicable.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward now.
Just a mont ago they were discussing how to capture soone, not realizing that person was right under their noses the whole ti.
The beautiful Chief clutched a small white bell in her hand, surrounded by a flowing breeze, pure and flawless.
Her eyes fixated on Fang Zhixing, suddenly flicking a finger.
Dang~
A bell sound rang out, stirring a gentle breeze!
The soft gentle wind carried full-blown peach blossoms, colorful as rain, scattering towards Fang Zhixing.
Instantly, a resonating sound ca forth from Fang Zhixing’s body, a subtle noise, like a grand bell and big drum, echoing with the world, indescribable.
The myriad flying peach blossoms fell to the ground in acknowledgnt, akin to subjects eting their emperor, bowing down with no daring dissent.
“Thousand-Autumn Bell!!”
The beautiful Chief’s eyes narrowed slightly, her bright face tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The gray-robed strongman assud a stern posture, his right hand hidden in the wide sleeve, gripping a small white bell, ready and alert.
The stern young man held up his sword, resting his thumb on the guard, gathering his sword stance, his battle intent flaring like fire, swelling rapidly as though a balloon being blown up.
Fang Zhixing maintained his composure, leisurely saying, “The three of you have such hostility, isn’t it a bit impolite?”
The beautiful Chief stepped forward, responding, “Is your honor from the Heavenly Bell Departnt, so why sneak onto my Wind God Departnt’s territory?”
Fang Zhixing shook his head and replied, “I am not from the Heavenly Bell Departnt; on the contrary, I should be an enemy of theirs.”
The beautiful Chief was taken aback.
Fang Zhixing smiled and explained, “Simply put, soone from the Heavenly Bell Departnt provoked , and I killed them with ease. Then, I accidentally acquired their Heavenly Scroll and condensed the Thousand-Autumn Bell, that’s all.”
Accidentally?!
The beautiful Chief’s breath hitched, her cherry-red mouth slightly ajar, filled with disbelief.
“Nonsense!”
The stern young man snorted coldly, decisively stating, “Is the Heavenly Scroll sothing that easy to practice? You must be a secret apprentice cultivated by the Heavenly Bell Departnt.”
Fang Zhixing calmly said, “So what if I am, so what if I’m not? Since you don’t believe my words, why bother asking?”
The stern young man angrily said, “Watch your tone, this is not a place where you can act recklessly at will.”
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled upwards, observing the stern young man, saying, “You must be a Tribulation Immortal, right? I heard Tribulation Immortals have a low status in Wangwu Star Ring, often serving as servants to others. As a servant, what qualification do you have to shout at ?”
“You, courting death!”
The stern young man charged forward, drawing his sword and unleashing a fierce killer move.
“Sword Wind!”
A massive wind blade appeared between heaven and earth, resembling a long sword.
This move was imposing, clearly forming the Fate Storm into a sword blade, carrying imnse sharpness, unstoppable.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing chuckled disdainfully, “Tribulation Wind, I know a little about it too.”
He took out a paper fan, casually fanning it.
Witnessing this scene, the beautiful Chief’s eyes widened, urgently saying, “Spare him!”
Whoosh~
A white tornado surged forth, instantly devouring the sword wind, akin to a big fish swallowing a small shrimp, sweeping away the debris with brutal superiority.
Crack~
The long sword offered by the stern young man broke imdiately, shattering into pieces, scattering all around.
Unfortunately, a few of the fragnts were swept back, piercing into his own chest.
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