Chapter 583: Chapter 365: Harvest

"BOOM!"

The fist tore through the air, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.

Yang Zheng was horrified. He tried to repeat his previous trick to dodge, but this time, Xu Yang gave him absolutely no chance. The fist followed him like a shadow.

Helpless, Yang Zheng had to grab with both hands, aiming to lock onto the vital pulse of Xu Yang’s wrist.

"Grapple?"

Xu Yang’s gaze was sharp. Completely ignoring Yang Zheng’s hands, his fist continued its bombardment.

His tremendous physical strength was astonishing, surpassing even Tu Gang. Even if he let Yang Zheng grab him, how could Yang Zheng possibly hold on?

Ten fingers, curved like eagle claws, instantly clamped onto Xu Yang’s arm, but it was completely useless. Yang Zheng felt as if he had grabbed not an arm, but a terrifying python. In an instant, it shook off his fingers and continued its unparalleled assault.

"Crap!"

Yang Zheng wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

The fist, carrying a mountain-shattering and mountain-breaking momentum, punched right through his Protective Gang Yuan and slammed into his abdomen like a meteor.

"BANG!"

It was like being rammed head-on by a maddened bull. Yang Zheng’s bones and tendons groaned. He felt his stomach churn violently and his internal organs shift out of place as his body instantly bowed like a shrimp.

The power of the Dragon Symbols Heart Scripture poured out like a bursting dam. Yang Zheng felt a sweet taste in his throat and couldn’t help but open his mouth to vomit a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Brother, let’s talk this out! I am willing to compensate you!"

Agonizing pain twisted Yang Zheng’s facial features, but he could only endure it and shout, terrified that if he was a second late, he would be beaten to death.

"Is that Yang Zheng, the Gang Leader of the Fuhu Gang? He’s getting beaten into begging for mercy?"

"Yang Zheng is the Fang family’s fixer. He specializes in doing their dirty work. Who has the guts to kill him?"

Several figures appeared in the distance, watching the scene unfold in horror.

The Fuhu Gang and Yang Zheng were extremely arrogant, and it wasn’t just because of his Celestial Essence Second Layer Cultivation. Their true capital for arrogance was the Fang family backing them.

"Never mind who he is, let’s get out of here. Don’t get silenced."

Someone with a clear head knew that watching this kind of spectacle could easily cost them their lives. They immediately turned and left without looking back.

"Your life is the compensation."

Xu Yang was completely unmoved by Yang Zheng’s words. He took large strides in pursuit, his five fingers locking onto Yang Zheng’s wrist like iron pincers.

Twisting his waist, he spun his body.

With a CRACK, Yang Zheng’s arm bone snapped.

"Ah..."

The pain of a broken arm made Yang Zheng’s vision go dark, and he opened his mouth to let out a lung-tearing scream.

He had only come to the Wu Family Castle today for a stroll, intending to use his identity as the Fuhu Gang’s Gang Leader to buy some things he fancied at a low price. He never expected to encounter such a ruthless person.

"The Fang family is behind me!" Yang Zheng yelled, his face full of terror.

Xu Yang only knew of one Fang family, which was the one Fang Xu belonged to. He didn’t know if they were the same family. But he didn’t care at all. The thousand-year Kong family stood behind Lin Jingyu, yet hadn’t he butchered him all the same?

He wasn’t even afraid of the Kong family, let alone the Fang family, which was inferior to them.

His arm suddenly contracted and yanked fiercely. With a tearing RIP, Yang Zheng’s arm was forcefully ripped off alive. Blood gushed like a fountain, exposing snow-white bone.

Using the momentum, Xu Yang thrust his fist out like a great spear, firing it like a cannonball.

Yang Zheng’s soul nearly left his body. He desperately tried to dodge, but could only watch helplessly as the fist, heavy as tens of thousands of catties, smashed through his Protective Gang Yuan and blasted into his chest.

"BANG!"

"CRACK!"

Two sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Yang Zheng’s body trembled as his chest caved in with a crisp snap. He spewed large mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

Having already suffered several heavy blows, he couldn’t hold on any longer. His internal organs were ruptured, and who knew how many bones were broken. His body was sent flying like a ragged sack as the overbearing Fist Strength burst out from his back.

Yang Zheng flew for over a dozen meters before crashing to the ground. After landing, he was barely breathing, his eyes bulging wide.

"Xie Jin..."

He let out an unwilling roar of fury, having never imagined that he would be implicated to death because of Xie Jin’s affairs.

"You talk too much!"

Xu Yang strode over and stomped down on Yang Zheng’s head. After a squelching sound, the entire world went quiet.

He bent down and patted Yang Zheng’s chest, pulling out a bulging money pouch. By the looks of it, there were no fewer than a hundred spirit coins inside.

Xu Yang pocketed the coins and quickly darted around, picking up the Treasure Robe and Spirit Medicine that had dropped to the ground.

"These are all good things!" he thought.

Not to mention the Treasure Robe, there were five stalks of Spirit Medicine in total. They were mostly the kind that cost over a dozen spirit coins each. Two of them were high-vintage stalks that greatly nourished Qi-Blood—items he had previously asked the price for but couldn’t bear to buy.

Bundling everything together, Xu Yang stepped into the air and shot toward the sky.

At the Fuhu Gang.

The Fuhu Gang wasn’t considered a major faction in Yunzhou City, nor did they have their own territory within the city limits. Their Main Altar could only be built outside the city. Fortunately, they had the Fang family backing them. Even though their strength wasn’t great, few people dared to provoke them.

In a corner of the Fuhu Gang’s compound, a massive tiger lay on the ground, snoring loudly.

This was the mount of Yang Zheng, the Fuhu Gang’s Gang Leader—a powerful Exotic Beast nearly comparable to a Celestial Essence Third Layer Martial Artist.

This Exotic Beast was originally a mountain overlord, born with a natural phenomenon—twin horns on its head. To support Yang Zheng, the Fang family had led people into the mountains to injure it. Finally, Yang Zheng controlled it using a Secret Technique, turning it into his mount to fight for the Fuhu Gang.

Suddenly, the snoring stopped. The two-horned tiger sat up, its eyes flickering with confusion.

It felt that the power specifically used to control it for so long had vanished without a trace.

"Master Hu, why aren’t you sleeping anymore? Is it time to eat?"

The lackey responsible for serving the two-horned tiger walked over, his face covered in a fawning smile.

However, before he could receive the usual docile response from the beast, a foul wind hit his face. He looked up in horror, only to see a bloody maw right in front of him, snapping down on his head.

"CHOMP!"

Without even hearing a scream, the Fuhu Gang lackey was swallowed in one bite.

"ROAR!"

A massive tiger’s roar resounded. The two-horned tiger leaped onto the roof and began biting everyone in sight.

"The two-horned tiger has lost control!"

"Quick, go find the Gang Leader!"

In an instant, the entire Fuhu Gang descended into chaos. No one could withstand a single exchange with the two-horned tiger; even those Celestial Essence First Layer Elders were swallowed whole one by one.

"This actually saves me some effort."

Xu Yang originally thought it would take some effort to breach the Fuhu Gang. He didn’t expect to be greeted by a scene of corpses littering the ground when he arrived. Yang Zheng’s mount seemed to have gone mad, chasing down the members of the Fuhu Gang in a murderous frenzy.

"Yang Zheng is dead, so the beast-controlling Secret Technique disappeared?"

After a moment of thought, Xu Yang understood the crux of the matter. Although a Celestial Essence Second Layer Exotic Beast possessed some intelligence, it was mostly driven by bestial instincts. With Yang Zheng dead, it was only natural for it to take revenge on the people who had enslaved it for years.

He ignored the out-of-control Exotic Beast and spread his Heart Spirit to envelop the entire Fuhu Gang. Soon, he located the Fuhu Gang’s Treasure Vault.

Taking a step, Xu Yang drifted into the compound like a swimming dragon and appeared before the Treasure Vault.

In front of the vault, several people lay dead with their necks bitten through, their eyes staring blankly.

"Open!"

Stepping forward, Xu Yang threw a punch at the vault doors.

"BANG!"

Under the fierce and overbearing power, the entire Treasure Vault trembled as the doors instantly exploded.

Xu Yang stepped inside. There weren’t many items—mostly gold and silver.

On a half-person-tall shelf sat several Jade Bottles and Jade Boxes. Usually, such containers were meant to hold Spirit Pills or Spirit Medicines.

Xu Yang didn’t check them one by one. Instead, he opened his sack and tossed all the Jade Bottles and Jade Boxes inside.

"I’m still missing the spirit coins."

Soon, his Heart Spirit detected Spiritual fluctuations in another spot. He quickly walked over and opened the container. Sure enough, it was filled with spirit coins—roughly three to four hundred of them.

"ROAR!"

Just as he put the spirit coins away, a massive tiger’s roar echoed in his ears. Through his senses, he felt the two-horned tiger sprinting toward him at breakneck speed. It was likely that the commotion of him breaking into the Treasure Vault had attracted it.

Xu Yang had no intention of slaying the Exotic Beast, nor did he want to get entangled with it.

Although the beast had killed many, there were still quite a few survivors in the Fuhu Gang. If he fought it, he would inevitably waste time and be forced to use certain Martial Techniques. If anyone saw him, he wouldn’t be able to use those exposed Martial Techniques in public again.

Smashing headfirst through the wall, his figure shot into the sky and sped away.

A few breaths later, the two-horned tiger charged into the Treasure Vault. Sniffing the residual aura of Spirituality in the air, the furious beast promptly rammed the entire vault until it collapsed.

"Three bottles of Spiritual Essence Pills and ten stalks of Spirit Medicine. They’re all good items over a decade old, each worth more than thirty spirit coins. Four hundred and eighteen spirit coins, plus the ones from before... My total is now over six hundred."

Xu Yang beamed with joy. He had originally come out today to spend money. To think that after a string of events, his spirit coins had multiplied several times over. He now had over twenty stalks of Spirit Medicine and had even acquired three bottles of Spiritual Essence Pills.

This sheer amount of resources was enough to sustain his Cultivation for more than half a year.

"However, I can’t use the Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Fist anymore," he thought.

Despite the massive haul, it wasn’t without its troubles. Someone had witnessed him using the Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Fist when he killed Yang Zheng, meaning he could no longer use it openly. Fortunately, the origins of the Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Fist were unclean to begin with. Since he had never used it in public before, he wasn’t worried about it being traced back to him.

"I can’t use this Treasure Robe for the time being either."

Yang Zheng had the Fang family backing him. After the fact, the Fang family would definitely investigate the Fuhu Gang incident. This Treasure Robe, which he originally liked very much, had suddenly become a hot potato. He couldn’t wear it and couldn’t sell it, so he had to stow it away for now.

Bundling everything into a single sack, Xu Yang hurried toward the Celestial Strategy Academy.

At the Fuhu Gang.

"Vile beast!"

Accompanied by an explosive shout, a Fist Seal plummeted from the sky. The two-horned tiger, which was slaughtering people in all directions, suffered broken bones and snapped tendons on the spot as it was blasted into the ground.

From the horizon, several figures exuding powerful auras flew over and landed around the beast, rendering it completely immobile.

"Lord Fang Wei, you’ve finally arrived! This beast suddenly went berserk and started killing people everywhere."

A few Fuhu Gang members crawled out from the ruins, their faces filled with sheer relief.

"It didn’t go berserk; it lost its control. Yang Zheng is dead," Fang Wei said, his face dark.

He didn’t even need to investigate to know the reason for the two-horned tiger’s loss of control. If Yang Zheng wasn’t dead, the two-horned tiger would never act like this.

"What? The Gang Leader is dead!" The remaining members of the Fuhu Gang turned pale with fright.

"Where did Yang Zheng go?" Fang Wei asked.

"To answer Lord Fang, the Gang Leader went to the Wu Family Castle early this morning."

"Leave one person here to control this beast. The rest of you, follow me to the Wu Family Castle to take a look," Fang Wei commanded, his figure shooting into the sky.

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