75: Chapter Seventy Five : A Hidden Blade Behind the Fla 75: Chapter Seventy Five : A Hidden Blade Behind the Fla Chapter Seventy Five : A Hidden Blade Behind the Fla After Fang Yan and Qiao Yanran settled their engagent, there was still so ti before the wedding day.
During this period, he had to continue cultivating diligently.
Even after marriage, he wouldn’t allow himself to be lost in tenderness and affection—cultivation would still be his priority.
Because Fang Yan knew very well that during the last proposal, the Fang family had offended the Lan family.
His family had since been on edge, fearing a reckless retaliation from the Lan family.
Carrying a sense of guilt in his heart, Fang Yan could only continue to urge himself to cultivate hard and strengthen the Fang family, so that such incidents would never happen again.
Therefore, when Fang Luo inford the group that they would soon head out once again to the Demon Cloud Mountain Range, Fang Yan was the first to sign up.
Once Fang Luo finalized the list of those departing, he made his way to Fang Ting’s courtyard.
Normally, in the Fang family, Little Grey was left to roam freely.
It would either follow Fang Luo or run about on its own.
Everyone in the household was familiar with it.
But when visiting Fang Ting, Fang Luo didn’t dare bring Little Grey along.
He feared that Little Grey might never want to leave.
He still clearly rembered the last ti he took Little Grey away—the little thing looked back three tis with each step, a sight etched deeply in his mind.
Fang Luo bowed and said, “Sixth Uncle, I’m not here to see you today.
I ca to speak with Aunt.” “Oh?” Fang Ting was a bit surprised—this was a first.
So, Fang Ting transmitted a ssage to Su Xinyan in the back courtyard.
Before long, Su Xinyan arrived.
“Aunt,” Fang Luo greeted respectfully.
In his past life, Su Xinyan had been soone he looked up to for a long ti.
This courtyard was usually inhabited only by Fang Ting and Su Xinyan.
Occasionally, Fang Mu Ge and Fang Luo would visit—besides them, no one else ca.
Only the two of them knew that Su Xinyan had been residing in the Fang household.
Su Xinyan was also sowhat familiar with Fang Luo, an outstanding mber of the Fang family.
She nodded and said, “Speak freely if there’s sothing you need.” Fang Ting’s nephew was her nephew too.
Besides, Fang Mu Ge could also be considered her junior brother.
What she didn’t know was that in Fang Luo’s past life, he had joined Lingyue Sect—technically making him her junior disciple.
Fang Luo didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
“You probably already know about the recent proposal visit to the Qiao family.
As far as I know, the Lan clan patriarch both spoils his son and bears deep grudges.
They’re undoubtedly harboring resentnt and looking for an opportunity to retaliate.” “I’ll soon be leading the bandit-hunting squad to the Demon Cloud Mountain Range.
I worry that the Lan family might send people to ambush us, so I’d like to ask you to accompany us in secret.
That way, if they make a move, we can turn their trap against them and eliminate the Lan clan’s experts.” (In my past life, I cultivated in the Lingyue Sect for many years.
I rember a bit about the Lan family.
To avenge his son, Lan Jiang even dared to send assassins after disciples of Lingyue Sect—let alone the Fang family now.) (Even though I still have so hidden cards, if we run into multiple Purple Mansion realm experts, I’ll only be able to escape.
I won’t be able to protect the others—much less counterattack.) Fang Luo was at the early stage of the Core Formation realm.
The Lan family could very well dispatch Purple Mansion realm experts.
Even with all his cards, Fang Luo could only flee—he couldn’t hope to win.
And that’s assuming it was just one.
If several showed up, it would be even worse.
So, he either didn’t leave ho or found a powerful guardian.
This kind of matter was nothing to Su Xinyan.
“Alright.
You just go about your mission as usual.
If anyone follows, I’ll make my move.” “Thank you, Aunt.” “We’re family—no need to be so polite,” Su Xinyan replied.
Though she hadn’t officially married Fang Ting, she already considered herself part of the Fang family.
Naturally, she wouldn’t refuse a minor request like this.
With no more worries, Fang Luo led the bandit-hunting team out of Lingyue City, piloting their flying vessel straight toward the Demon Cloud Mountain Range.
The Lingyue Sect was located in the eastern region of the Great Qi Dynasty, not far from the border, and the mountain range lay right along that boundary.
So the distance wasn’t far.
As Fang Luo’s group left the Fang household, the three Purple Mansion realm experts sent by Lan Jiang had already been notified and began tailing them, keeping a cautious distance.
To ensure success, they were following Lan Jiang’s instructions: wait until they reached the Demon Cloud Mountain Range before making a move.
On the road, the three chatted casually.
“I don’t know what the clan head is thinking.
These brats might be the cream of the Fang family’s younger generation, but the strongest is just early Core Formation.
The others are at the Spirit Gathering stage.
Why send all three of us Purple Mansion elders?” “Though the clan head may be overdoing it, better safe than sorry.
I heard that Fang Luo once instantly defeated a Core Formation cultivator while still at the Spirit Gathering stage—his monstrous talent is no joke.” “What’s it matter if he’s so genius?
Throughout history, there’ve been countless prodigies.
If the Fang family can’t protect him to adulthood, he’s nothing.” “True that.
A prodigy is only a prodigy if they survive long enough to grow.” Just then, a cold, clear voice drifted past their ears.
“I didn’t expect you all would really co.” The trio instantly tensed—they were in grave danger.
The voice had co from extrely close by, yet none of them had sensed a thing.
That ant only one thing: the enemy was terrifyingly powerful.
“Who’s there?!” Weapons drawn, they scanned the surroundings, spiritual power surging within them, prepared for battle.
A figure silently appeared behind them—a woman in green robes, her long hair cascading down, her face stunningly beautiful.
Su Xinyan wasn’t one for theatrics and didn’t waste ti.
The mont she appeared, she waved her right hand.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
She used her fingers as swords, releasing three terrifying sword strikes—each brimming with deadly intent.
In an instant, sword essence filled the area, saturating the space around them.
Pfft!
Pfft!
The three n’s eyes went wide.
They couldn’t even get a word out before being cleaved apart by the sword light.
It was so fast—not a drop of blood even flowed.
Su Xinyan casually waved her hand again, retrieving their storage rings and turning back toward Lingyue City.
Her expression was calm and indifferent, as if she had done nothing more than swat a few flies.
Upon returning to the Fang household, she handed the three storage rings to Fang Ting.
“I’m going into seclusion for a while.” “Alright.” Su Xinyan then returned to Lingyue Sect.
This seclusion was to break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm—so it was better to do it sowhere rich in spiritual energy.
At the very mont the three Purple Mansion realm experts of the Lan family died, the soul lamps they had left behind in the Lan household were extinguished.
The clan mbers who witnessed it were terrified.
At first, they thought they had seen wrong.
Rubbing their eyes, they checked again—and confird it.
Their hearts trembled.
One of them stumbled and rushed to report to clan head Lan Jiang.
Lan Jiang shot to his feet as soon as he heard.
An overwhelming pressure exploded from him, bearing down like a towering mountain on the clan mber.
“What did you say?!” The poor cultivator, his strength lacking, was crushed to the ground by the force, writhing in pain.
“The three…
Elders’ soul lamps…
they’re out…” Lan Jiang vanished in a blink, arriving at the altar where the soul lamps were kept.
One look, and dizziness overtook him—he nearly collapsed.
He had only just sent those three elders to ambush Fang Luo.
They’d barely set off.
And now, they were dead.
How could this be?!
How could a fourth-tier clan like the Fang family possibly have soone stronger than Purple Mansion realm?!
Unless…
they had enlisted the help of a Lingyue Sect elder?
That had to be it!
Lan Jiang couldn’t think of any other explanation.
Now both furious and filled with regret, he realized that what was ant as a simple act of revenge had resulted in a grievous loss for the Lan family.
They had tried to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice used to lure it.
Those were three Purple Mansion experts—each one vital to the clan’s foundation.
With their deaths, the Lan family’s strength was gutted.
It would take at least a century to recover.
Lan Jiang’s eyes blazed with fury as he growled through clenched teeth: “Fang family…
you will pay for this in blood!”
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