by Zhi Bai
Qiu Changchen said to Zhen Zhuangbi: "Vice Principal Zhen, you were the one who recruited this child into the Academy, so it's up to you to decide what to do. I'm tired, Phantom Institute can't lose any face."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the inside of the academy. He stood behind the tall wall and coldly observed everything.
Zhen Zhuangbi was in a bit of a dilemma as he looked at Gao Sanduo: "Even now, I can't prove that he was the one who killed those children, right? Even the officials would have to give evidence if they wanted to convict. He's only under suspicion right now, so you think it's a bit too hasty to deal with him. I don't think so. I'll lock him up first and imprison him in the academy. "It won't be too late if you find evidence."
Just at this moment, two men who were standing outside the crowd supported a couple as they ran over. When the woman saw Chen Zhou, she immediately broke down, "That is my son's arm, my son's arm ah …" There is a birthmark shaped like a plum flower on my arm, I remember it clearly. "
Zhen Zhuangbi's expression changed, "Why are you so irresponsible with your words? There are hundreds of thousands of people in this world, and birthmarks are not something unique to your son."
"Phantom Institute is covering up for the Devils!"
"The Phantom Institute is responsible!"
These voices rose and fell one after another, but Zhen Zhuangbi didn't seem to care at all, "I already said that this is a matter of the academy. If he really is the person who killed the child, then I will naturally punish him. "But there's no reason for you to make trouble like this. We'll talk about it when we have the evidence."
Previously, Qiu Changchen said that he couldn't lose any face for the Phantom Institute. Zhen Zhuangbi thought that he wanted to maintain his academy's position, so he was adamant in not admitting that the disciples of the academy were murder demons. As he was busy dealing with the situation, he did not see Qiu Changchen's gloomy expression.
"Shut up!"
Chen Zhou shouted, "You lowly commoners! You lowly escaped from the outside world, living an humiliating life in this lousy place called the Illusory Paradise. You don't even have the courage to face life, and you only dare to shout a few times because of your numbers. In my eyes, you are as disgusting as maggots. I'm telling you, you want to kill me? "How could it be that easy!"
He suddenly raised his head and shouted, "All of you, listen up. If anything happens to me, your traces will be exposed by my men. As long as I am dead, none of you will be able to survive! "
On the roof, Chen Shaobai frowned: "I underestimated you in the past, to think you actually knew how to take advantage of me. Back then, in order to protect me, you created the Chen family. In order to protect me, you created those people. But now, they have no choice but to protect you … Chen Qi, I have a whole new level of respect for you. However, you think things are too simple. "
Just as he finished speaking, a huge arm suddenly stretched out from afar without any warning. The size of that arm was unimaginable. A hand stretched out over a hundred meters.
The hand reached out towards Chen Zhou, and then a voice as heavy as thunder sounded, "I'll help you one more time. From now on, we'll owe each other nothing."
Chapter 48 - Hunting
The arm that suddenly appeared startled everyone, even the faces of Sumeru Stage experts like Gao Sanduo and Zhen Zhuangbi changed. Previously, when Chen Zhou used his Manifestation Art, Gao Sanduo felt that something was amiss, but now, he was sure that there was an expert guiding him from behind. This person's transformation technique was much better than Chen Zhou's.
"You dared to behave so atrociously in my territory, did you ask me?!"
Gao Sanduo opened the fan with a 'pa' sound, and then pointed to the sky.
More than a dozen fan bones broke away from the folding fan, shooting light in all directions. These fan-like bones grew larger and larger in the sky, finally forming a dozen dazzling longswords. The swords circled in the air and hovered there. The tips of the swords pointed at the huge black arm, preparing to strike.
In the direction that Gao Sanduo pointed, a dozen or so swords turned into streams of light and pierced forward. That sword brought with it a wind that tore through the skies, and it was extremely swift and fierce.
This was the difference between Sumeru Stage Rankers and Elementary Realm cultivators. Cultivators of the Sumeru Stage not only could release Qi from their body, but they could also use Qi to fight against treasures. After reaching the ninth stage of the Sumeru Stage, it was not difficult to kill someone twenty miles away. A dozen long swords overflowed with colors, flying straight towards the black arm. Although Gao Sanduo knew that the owner of that arm was very strong, he was still a well-known figure in the Fantasy City, so he naturally could not be afraid of it.
In comparison, Zhen Zhuangbi was much more timid.
"Childish."
That muffled sound appeared once again, and he waved his hand. The black hands covered in curly hair slapped against the swords, producing crisp clanking sounds. All the swords were swept away, but they could not even break the fur on that hand. The long sword was swept away by a tremendous force. Some of the swords flew into the crowd and struck the onlookers who couldn't escape in time. Some of the swords pierced through the trees and some nailed into the walls.
Gao Sanduo was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "You're looking down on me? You are just a cowardly turtle, you don't even dare to reveal your real body! "
With a sudden wave of his hand, he threw the folding fan out. The fan flew up into the air and opened up, forming a painting that was hundreds of meters long. The scroll fluttered in the wind, extremely majestic. Gao Sanduo's feet pushed off the ground and his body rose into the air, stepping on the fan as he pointed forward. The fan was thrown forward, and a moment later, the black arm was firmly wrapped around.
Gao Sanduo jumped onto his arm, then pressed down with both hands: "Break for me!"
The long swords that had been knocked away all flew back and gathered in the air before quickly stabbing down. The fan was tightly wrapped around his arm, and the way his arm was twisting looked like a multicolored python. Dozens of swords brought with them flowing light as they stabbed into his arms.
Gao Sanduo revealed a proud look: "Now, I will cripple your arm and reveal your real body!"
"Childish."
The voice said the same two words.
Then, with a bang, the fan on his arm split apart. Although the fan was not torn, there were a lot of holes. A dozen longswords also flew out, spinning as if they were glowing fans. Gao Sanduo was also shaken by the immense strength on his arm, he staggered a few steps when he landed before finally being able to stand steadily. He lowered his head to look at the surface of the fan. It was extremely damaged.
This time, the longsword that was knocked flying did not fly back. Instead, it turned back into a fan bone and fell to the ground.
Gao Sanduo's face paled slightly, but he was still unable to hold it in in the end, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Chen Zhou laughed loudly: "You pieces of trash, who can stop me from leaving? An Zheng, like I said, I have already left you far behind. Even if you win against me today by a fluke, you will still die without a doubt! "
He pointed at An Zheng: "Kill him for me, we owe each other nothing!"
Someone in the sky seemed to sigh, and then, that large hand smashed down towards An Zheng's head. That palm was too big, it could cover an area of a hundred meters. Furthermore, the speed of its descent was fast, so with An Zheng's current strength, there was no way to dodge it. Qu Liuxi and Du Shoushou were both by his side, so if anything happened to An Zheng, the three of them would die together. An Zheng suddenly grabbed Qu Liuxi and threw him out. At the same time, he kicked Du Shoushou's butt: "Go!"
Only after doing these two actions did he begin to dodge to the side. It was obvious that he was too late.
He rushed forward a
bout twenty to thirty meters before his palm landed on the ground.
Seated on the rooftop, Chen Shaobai's face changed slightly as he scolded an idiot. Then, he made a hand seal with one hand and said, "Come out."
With a jingling sound, the Bronze Bell in An Zheng's embrace suddenly flew out before it quickly grew large, forming a copper bell and placed it on top of An Zheng's head. As the palm heavily slammed down, the 100-meter-wide palm fell onto the ground with a bang.
Within a hundred meters, all those who could not escape in time were all killed. The green slabs were turned into dust. A few of the trees were smashed into dust, and the wall was blown away by the hurricane. The crushed stones and dust immediately stirred up, making the sky and the earth look dark. Everyone knew that An Zheng was finished. Even, who was a Sumeru Stage Ranker, was not a match for that arm, so what about An Zheng?
Everyone faintly heard a mournful scream, and those who saw it all gaped their mouths wide in shock.
However, the miserable scream did not come from An Zheng, but rather came from the arm's owner. When the dust cloud was about to dissipate, people realized that there was a bloody hole on the palm!
An object the size of a bronze bell stood there, while An Zheng had already disappeared. The palm struck the copper bell, and the copper bell immediately pierced a hole through the palm. The owner of the arm let out a blood-curdling scream, and immediately after, his voice trembled as he shouted: "Bell …" Why does he have a bell! "
After blocking the attack of the giant hand, the Bronze Bell returned to its original size, flew around An Zheng once, and then immediately flew away and disappeared. Just when everyone and An Zheng were astonished, a muffled grunt came from a far away place, and then, an old figure flew out from the crowd, fleeing in a sorry state.
"Who is that?"
Someone questioned.
"Like the trash in Nanshan Street, who often fixes pots with tears?"
"Heavens, is he the legendary Ninth Master of the Ghost Hand who can change the heavens and the earth?"
"If it's him, then I understand. He was the one who switched Chen Zhou's arm. Ghost Hand Nine is too ruthless when doing things, and is even being chased by the Evil and Righteous Fairies, who would have thought that he was actually hiding in the Fantasy City. It was said that he had already broken through the Sumeru Stage many years ago. With Gao Sanduo's strength, it would be reasonable for her to not be able to defeat him. "
"If it really is Ghost Hand Nine, then who is An Zheng? What is that bell? "
"Why would a child who had just started cultivating have such a treasure? That is a treasure that can automatically protect its master, and is even able to defeat the ninth sister of Ghost Hand. It can't be said to be a Golden-Rank, and it might even be a Purple-Rank treasure! "
"Good stuff, really good stuff."
Hearing these words, the hearts of the people from the Martial Arts Academy became heavy. They were well aware that even if they were to survive this tribulation, their future days would not be so comfortable. The Bronze Bell had saved An Zheng, but it had also offended countless greedy evil people. Qu Liuxi and Fatty ran back to An Zheng's side and asked if he was alright.
An Zheng shook his head: "I'm fine."
Du Shoushou looked up and down, and only after making sure that An Zheng was alright did he heave a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death, it's good that you're fine."
Qu Liuxi reached out her hand to check An Zheng's pulse, but then she also relaxed: "It's nothing serious, it's just that my injuries from the battle with Chen Zhou weren't light. I'll help you bandage your wounds first to stop the bleeding."
She quickly ran back to get the medicine box, and then helped An Zheng to treat his injuries.
At this moment, that green stream of light was still chasing after Ghost Hand number nine. It looked like Ghost Hand number nine was very, very old, but his speed was still so fast that it was shocking. But no matter which direction he fled in, the Bronze Bell would always chase after him. The Illusory world was long and quiet. The Ghost Hand, Nine, continuously appeared on top of the house, and wherever he went, the Bronze Bell followed him.
"What you say doesn't count!"
The Ghost Hand's Ninth Brother continued running while wailing mournfully, "You said you wouldn't owe me anything!"
Hearing this, everyone looked towards Chen Zhou, while Chen Zhou was also stupefied, as if he didn't know what had happened. He only knew a little about the Chen family's secret, but he had no idea about the secret behind it. From his point of view, Phantom Hand Ol 'Nine was an expert who could have lived in the Illusory Paradise alone. Who would have thought that he would be chased into such a sorry state by an unremarkable Bronze Bell.
On the rooftop, the black-robed Chen Shaobai muttered to himself, "Little Chen Qi, you don't even know why the Chen Family existed. You don't even know how your father succeeded either. Since the Chen family can gather cultivators like Phantom Hand's Old Nine, will they be annihilated by your father, who is in the pure realm? I just miscalculated a little, I didn't expect a child like you to have such a deep scheming, going ahead of me and finding some Chen family secrets for your own use … Unfortunately, you will never be able to come into contact with deeper secrets. "
He stood up and looked at An Zheng: "Interesting person, you must not die that quickly. We are not even done yet."
With that, he turned around and left. His body turned into a blur as he disappeared.
The Bronze Bell was chasing after the Ghost Hand Nine, while Chen Zhou stood there, dazed. After a while, people reacted and rushed at him: "Beat him to death!"
"Beat this beast to death!"
Countless people rushed towards Chen Zhou as he crazily shouted for people to come out and help him. Some of his men who had been hiding rushed out to take him away in the chaos, but they were quickly surrounded and beaten. Chen Zhou continued to kill people, but in the end, he was still drowned by the crowd. There was a pile of corpses on the ground, including Chen Zhou's underlings and others, as well as Chen Zhou himself. All the anger was directed at him, and the body was not preserved.
"What's that?"
Du Shoushou pointed to the quickly moving flowing lights in the distance and asked.
An Zheng shook his head: "I … "I don't know."
"That's yours, how could you not know?"
"I really don't know. I picked up that thing, I just thought that the Bronze Bell looked really good and wanted to hang it on good old man's neck, I didn't think it was some treasure."
"Your luck is truly heaven-defying. You can pick up any treasure you like!"
Du Shoushou slapped An Zheng, causing him to grin from the pain. Qu Liuxi anxiously replied: "Go easy on me."
Du Shoushou laughed awkwardly: "I got it, I got it. Softer …"
His finger lightly poked at An Zheng's shoulder: "Is this light enough?"
An Zheng sighed: "You are truly despicable..."
In the distance, the Ghost Hand, Ol 'Nine, was still too old after all, and was chased by the Bronze Bell in the end. The bell crashed in from the back of his head, out of his forehead, and his head exploded in the air with a bang. The body fell from a high place and became a meat patty.
The Bronze Bell flew back in a streak of light, circled around An Zheng a few times, and then flew in front of An Zheng. An Zheng reached out his hand, and the little bell immediately fell into An Zheng's palm.
At this moment, the surrounding people couldn't help but to surround him. The eyes of many people were emitting a greedy light.
Chapter 49 - Thank You and You
An Zheng's injuries were not really that serious, they were all external injuries and could even be cured with the medical skills of Mad Qu, let alone Qu Liuxi who had already surpassed the limits of her abilities. The cut on his belly looked so bad, but it was much better after the stitching. These were Du Shoushou's original words, and only he could use a clever way to describe the scars left behind by the
seams.
In the end, those people who were after the Bronze Bell did not dare to act rashly. Ghost Hand Old Nine was an expert with Captive Stage, so he easily extinguished the wine cup bell. Even if they were greedy, they weren't stupid enough to rush up and snatch it. No one would suspect that if someone dared to snatch An Zheng's bell, that bell would be able to kill a river of blood in Fantasy City.
Qu Liuxi changed the medicine for An Zheng and looked at her wounds.
"Your physique seems to have undergone some changes."
Qu Liuxi said with some doubt: "The speed at which the wounds are healing is too fast, so fast that it surpasses one's imagination."
An Zheng pretended to be nervous and asked: "Is it good or bad?"
Qu Liuxi laughed: "At least it looks like it's a good thing now."
An Zheng raised his hand and rubbed the Liu Hai'er on Qu Liuxi's forehead: "Then it's fine, don't worry."
Du Shoushou was stunned by the side, and was a little unconvinced: "Why can't you just rub her hair, she's as obedient as a little cat. "Why did she beat me up like I was his grandson just because I pulled on her braids last time? Why?"
Qu Liuxi blushed and ran.
An Zheng also came to his senses, and immediately felt guilty. He had actually forgotten that to someone he liked, girls were as gentle as water. If it wasn't for the love between a man and woman, anyone who touched a girl's hair would have immediately been beaten to the point where they didn't know which direction was which.
Du Shoushou sat down beside An Zheng, and said haughtily: "Little struggle, there's something I need to tell you. Although I know that you are doing this to protect me, but in the future, don't snatch away what I should do, alright? No matter what, I am a cultivator. If you do things like fighting for me, what's the point of cultivating? If cultivation does not involve fighting, why not go home and sell sweet potatoes? "
