Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 53 Who Says Only Those with Good Aptitude are Geniuses_1

At the doorway of the courtyard, Liu Xiujie was stunned for a moment, then squeezed out an extremely strained smile, "Lord Fang, what is this... we... he..."

He pointed at Shen Yi, and his speech was halting and stuttering.

He looked just like a child who went to a playmate's house to find someone and was caught red-handed by the playmate's elder.

Seemingly not wanting to see him embarrass himself here, a hand pulled Liu Xiujie back.

Li Xinhan, leaning against the outer wall, straightened his expressionless face and stepped in front of the courtyard entrance.

Both being Third-Rank Demon Suppressing Marshals, they were supposed to be quite familiar with each other.

Yet, he furrowed his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and with reluctance bowed slightly in greeting, his voice carrying a noticeable distance, "I am under orders to investigate demons and will depart forthwith. Shen Yi has already agreed to accompany me, I hope elder brother will be accommodating."

Liu Xiujie fell silent and stepped back to stand with the other three people.

Aside from the beggar, there was a man as small and thin as a child and a voluptuous woman with her hair tied in a ponytail.

Counting the boss Li, they totaled five persons— the entirety of their remaining team, as all the rest had stayed behind in Baiyun County and couldn't return for the time being.

For this very reason, even though Li Xinhan was reluctant to encounter Fang Heng, he had to suppress his feelings and step forward.

"..."

Fang Heng didn't turn around, he didn't even look at the few people at the courtyard entrance.

He simply spat out a single word, abrupt and resolute.

"Scram."

Upon hearing this, Li Xinhan's palms, which had been hanging down, clenched tight involuntarily, and his breathing quickened.

He was born into a martial arts family and was naturally talented from a young age, unaccustomed to such disdain.

Agitation gradually built within him.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xinhan once again calmed his emotions, "I just want to take my person and leave without causing trouble."

"Not cause trouble, my ass. If the General blames us, go home and ask your father to apologize." The ponytailed woman yawned, and with a slap on the back of his head, she spoke bluntly, "Fight and take him."

In the meantime, Liu's fingers had already conjured several poison-coated hidden weapons, the beggar tensed up, and the diminutive man hunched over, setting his sights on Shen Yi.

"Naturally, you can request whatever you need from the family, like how you just advanced to the Jade Liquid Realm and were able to have a Mid Stage of Jade Liquid Realm... subordinate help you get promoted to side general, while I am just an ordinary man who came out of a medicinal bath."

Fang Heng turned around slowly, his expression laced with a hint of mockery.

Then this trace of mockery became sheer coldness, "But you can try stepping through this doorway, try to see how inadequate your family's support is against my talent."

"Tsk, I'm so scared," Li Mujin patted her ample chest, her sultry face lazily expressing her mood, her body conveniently stepped one pace through the doorway, her short sword already in hand without knowing when, "Hey, kid, where are you going? Hurry over here."

At her reminder, everyone looked over.

They then realized that while they were confronting Fang Heng, Shen Yi had somehow already reached the door and unhurriedly went in to get his saber.

Under Fang Heng's indifferent gaze, he hung the black scabbard on his waist, stepped past Fang Heng, and moved to stand with the rest, "I've finished packing up; let's go."

Li Xinhan blanked for a moment, thinking... was it really that simple?

Had he overthought the matter? Perhaps there was no need to report to anyone; after all, Shen Yi was new to the Demon-suppression Bureau and had no duties, so he was free to come and go as he pleased.

Li Mujin: "..."

That's not good.

A friendly spar and a complete provocation of the opponent are two completely different things.

She turned her head towards someone not far away.

Fang Heng's expression was utterly unflustered, but his muscles were slowly tensing.

The next moment, his figure vanished from the spot.

Even the woman, also in the Mid Stage of Jade Liquid Realm, was caught off guard for a moment.

When he reappeared, Fang Heng was less than a foot in front of everyone, his hand reaching out towards Shen Yi's neck like catching a chicken, using no martial arts, relying purely on his overwhelming strength.

Forceful, yet undeniable!

Li Xinhan's pupils constricted, knowing there was a gap in strength between him and Fang Heng, but he hadn't imagined it would be so beyond his expectations.

"I said, you shall not take a single step outside before you learn," Fang Heng stated.

"Are you deaf?"

Fang Heng's palm forcefully pressed down.

Shen Yi slightly shifted his body to the side; his right hand, which hung by his side, instantly lifted, his fingertips ingeniously and eerily circumvented the opponent's palm, lightly touching Fang Heng's arm in an understated manner.

There was no sense of fierce momentum.

It even looked like they weren't really sparring at all. Find your next adventure on empire

"..."

The moment Shen Yi raised his hand, Fang Heng's eyes flickered with recognition of that inexplicably familiar feeling, but he was still somewhat hesitant and unwilling to believe it.

And when the other's fingertips touched him, the wavering in his eyes turned into a chagrined fury.

He had already understood the heavy price he would pay for his casualness just now.

"Heh!"

Fang Heng let out a roar, forcibly retracting his strength; his foot stomped hard on the ground, and his sturdy body shot back like an arrow.

Retreating over ten yards from Shen Yi, he rapidly steadied himself and smoothed his breathing.

The onlookers were all somewhat puzzled.

What was he doing?

Charging over, then jumping back...

"..."

Fang Heng stood with his gaze cast down, completely still, and remained silent for a long time.

Only Li Mujin sensed that something was off.

She glanced curiously at him, what was Mr. Fang hiding?

Though Fang Heng tried his best to conceal it, his right arm, deliberately hidden behind him and slightly trembling, still attracted Li Mujin's attention.

Even without a scratch, it dangled oddly, as if boneless.

"Any other questions?"

Shen Yi leaned back on the scabbard, ready to continue answering if the other party had more questions.

At those words, a flush from surging blood rushed onto Fang Heng's lowered face.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks bulging until a slight metallic taste tingled on his tongue.

Fang Heng was not afraid of combat; even with his entire right hand restrained, he still had sixty percent of his strength.

But it was pointless…

His most prized talent had been calmly crushed and ground underfoot by the opponent.

In just seven or eight days, to be able to instantly find the meridians was no mere rudimentary achievement—if the blow had been slightly stronger, his right arm might have been sealed off permanently, instead of just temporarily.

In the face of such a horrifying realization, Fang Heng found that aside from standing still and playing dead, there seemed to be nothing else to do, not even raise his head without feeling ashamed.

"When did you come back?" he asked hoarsely.

"When did I ever say I was coming back?" Shen Yi looked back, puzzled.

"You!" Fang Heng suddenly raised his eyes, his fury and panic intermingled.

This small courtyard was the holy ground of the entire Demon-suppression Bureau—how could anyone not wish to stay here?

If…

If he really didn't stay, how would he explain to his senior sister! Such a terrifyingly insightful person must not slip through his fingers!

"This is Senior Sister Lin's wish, don't go too far!"

Watching the angry Fang Heng, everyone was somewhat taken aback.

Since when did this proud brute switch from fighting to verbal confrontation?

Only Li Xinhan nodded thoughtfully.

He faintly remembered that as a child, when he encountered something he couldn't handle, he too would habitually invoke the name of his sister.

But… what couldn't he handle?

It couldn't be Shen Yi, could it?

He turned his head to look at the young man beside him.