Capítulo 7: Calm After The Storm
Thump!
The headless body of the Blue-Robed Daoist crashed onto the shattered stone ground, blood splattering everywhere. The Infernal Soul Flag that had been hovering above him fell as well, its Ghost Qi dissipating.
Zhou Xue, trembling as she gazed at the corpse, turned her eyes to the Treasured Sword hovering in front of Fang Wang. Her voice was filled with astonishment, "You... What was that just now?"
Fang Wang, supporting her with his left hand and maintaining his Ariel Sword Art posture with his right, replied calmly, "As you saw, it was the Ariel Sword Art that you taught."
Hearing Fang Wang's words, Zhou Xue's expression changed drastically. She began to cough violently, blood spilling onto the ground. Fang Wang, alarmed, hastily abandoned his posture to support her.
Clang!
The Treasured Sword fell to the ground, its blade still smeared with the Blue-Robed Daoist's blood.
"I'm fine... I won't die... I just used a Secret Technique to temporarily enhance my fighting strength. Although my injuries are severe, they will heal within a month..."
Zhou Xue's face was as pale as death, but her eyes were filled with a fierce determination.
Fang Wang was unsettled by her gaze, especially since she had mentioned being a Demonic Cultivator in her previous life.
"Fang Wang, had you truly never engaged in the way of cultivation before?" Zhou Xue asked seriously.
Fang Wang hesitated but decided to trust her. "Indeed, I had not, but when you mentioned the Ariel Sword Art, I felt it was genuine and possible, so I practiced for seven days. I used True Qi with the technique, which you should be able to sense."
He was still relying on Zhou Xue to guide him in cultivation; there was no need to pretend otherwise. By demonstrating his capability, he hoped to gain her favor.
"How could True Qi be used to execute the Sword Control Technique? And your sword isn't even a Magic Artifact, yet you controlled it through the air..."
"I'm not sure either, but it worked."
Fang Wang shook his head, secretly pleased with his performance.
Zhou Xue's excitement grew. Despite her intense pain, she spoke firmly, "Fang Wang, you are undoubtedly a once-in-a-millennium cultivation genius. Your destined magical artifact must surely be an Earth Origin Spirit Treasure! Once my injuries heal, follow me to cultivate!"
With the Blue-Robed Daoist dead, the immediate threat to the Fang Family was over. Zhou Xue spoke about future plans, which Fang Wang had anticipated.
"All right, wait for me. I'll take care of the remaining foes. Afterward, you can tell me more about what an Earth Origin Spirit Treasure is."
Zhou Xue nodded.
Fang Wang signaled his clan members to attend to Zhou Xue while he set off with his sword in hand.
Fang Zhe, accompanied by clan members and servants, approached. He instructed two women to care for Zhou Xue and cautiously approached Blue-Robed Daoist's body.
"Don't get close; there is a ghostly presence on him. Let Fang Wang and me deal with it!" Zhou Xue called out to stop Fang Zhe. He hesitated but, recalling the terror of the infernal Soul Flag, quickly signaled the others to retreat.
The Ariel Sword Art had depleted seventy percent of Fang Wang's True Qi, but to slay the remaining black-clothed persons, he didn't need True Qi at all.
An hour later.
The Fang Residence had returned to tranquility, though the atmosphere remained heavy due to the night's high death toll.
In the Main Courtyard's hall, Fang Wang stood next to his father, Fang Yin, surrounded by clan members, all with solemn expressions, focused on Fang Meng.
Fang Meng, hands on his walking stick, said, "What happened tonight cannot be concealed. We must spread the word. Tomorrow, we'll hold a grand funeral to let the world know of the Fang Family's tragedy. Only then will no one dare to touch us further."
Fang Wang's uncle, Fang Jin, remarked, "Father, to mobilize so many experts must be related to the Imperial Palace. Even after giving up military power, we have come to such an end..."
"Shut up!" Fang Meng's sharp command silenced Fang Jin, whose face remained full of resentment.
Tonight's losses included not just servants but also two of Fang Wang's cousins.
Fang Meng continued solemnly, "Remember, we are within Great Qi. We cannot recklessly challenge heaven."
The hall was filled with mixed emotions. Had it not been for Fang Wang's actions, the Fang Residence might have been destroyed. Every thought of this brought immense relief yet also fear.
"Everyone, disperse now. Wang'er, stay behind."
As the others left, all eyes turned to Fang Wang with gratitude, admiration, and disbelief.
That night, Fang Wang had slain sixty-three assassins, including the demonic Daoist. Although the news of his feat spread, the grief over the losses overshadowed inquiries about his newfound prowess.
The people left with respectful gestures, and Fang Wang's uncles even patted his shoulder, their eyes filled with praise.
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