Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 223 - 81: True Energy Realm (Part 3)

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look:

"I didn't even notice someone approaching, such impressive Light Body Technique."

"Not at all."

The person was draped in a cloak and wore a felt hat, thick white snow falling upon him, resembling a snowman standing there for an unknown amount of time.

With cold, eerie eyes looking over the distance, he said:

"Amidst so many people in the freight yard fiercely fighting for their lives, only you remain calm and composed, leisurely instructing others, truly admirable."

"Hmm…" Fang Zheng pursed his lips:

"Actually, I was also left with no choice. I suppose no one enjoys fighting to the death; it'd be best to muddle through with discretion."

He treated the Otherworld as a place to earn money and gain experience, naturally maintaining a good mindset, and wasn't truly going to risk his life.

Recently, he had been loosely following Households Commander Ming to catch people, taking it easy.

Of course,

If pressured, it would be a different story.

"Is that so?" The person sneered coldly:

"But, the world is unpredictable, and no one can have everything their way."

"Take this!"

"Thwang!"

A sound similar to the vibration of a bowstring rang out as the person charged like a powerful arrow from a bowstring, fiercely pouncing towards Fang Zheng, a gleam of cold light thrusting in first.

Rapier!

The opponent's weapon was similar to a Western Throwing Sword, with a blade as slender as long chopsticks, relying mainly on the sharp tip to pierce.

Fast!

Incredibly fast!

This thrust, honed to perfection and ingrained in the bones, the rapier had already approached Fang Zheng's throat with a single step.

"Swish!"

The rapier tip missed.

The person under the felt hat narrowed his eyes, swung the rapier horizontally, with the 'swooshing' sound of air being sliced apart.

Fang Zheng's figure flickered rapidly like a ghost, maneuvering skillfully within a three-foot space, and remarkably, the opponent's rapier could not touch him at all.

Seeing the opponent's breath getting rough as they were about to falter, a gray shadow suddenly leaped out from nearby.

"Squeak squeak…"

The gray shadow screeched while pouncing toward Fang Zheng's face.

Speed,

Oddly even faster than the rapier.

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng squinted, instinctively swinging his palm to strike it away, empowered by his Elemental Thunder Skill, his physique allowing his palm to shatter rocks.

"Bang!"

His palm landed squarely on the gray shadow, yet it felt like hitting a stubborn stone. The gray shadow screeched, hit the ground, then bounced back up to pounce again.

This time,

Fang Zheng clearly saw the gray shadow's appearance.

It was surprisingly a monster resembling a squirrel!

Calling it a monster was due to its human-like face, protruding fangs, sharp claws, and a pair of frenzied eyes.

"Poisonous Item?"

Zhang Mingrui's past words flashed through his mind, making his eyes gleam coldly:

"You are indeed a Gu Master!"

The Gu Technique is also one big category within magic, typically referring to the technique of cultivating Gu Insects from various poisonous bugs, and those skilled in it are called Gu Masters.

Gu Masters are rare.

It was unexpected to encounter one here.

As he spoke, Fang Zheng raised his hand to look, noticing that the gloves made of Celestial Silkworm Silk he wore were already scorched black, corroded by the poison.

Such potent poison!

Bear in mind,

These gloves could withstand blades and swords without damage!

......

Outside the freight yard.

"Sir."

A Hundred Households gazed upwards:

"There are too many bandits here; they are nearly exhausted."

"Hmm."

Households Commander Ming nodded slowly, pointing with his finger:

"You, you... each take thirty men inside, just focus on killing the enemy, no need to bother with those guards."

"Yes!"

The two Hundred Households took orders, leading sixty men rushing into the freight yard. With this force joining the fray, the resistance suddenly weakened.

But only for a moment.

More Evil Dao demons surged in from within the freight yard.

"Lord Ming." The wind stirred as a man appeared, with a tiger-like aura causing those nearby to instinctively bow their heads.

The leader of the guards beside County Magistrate Lord Yan, Gong Xiong.

Beside him,

Stood Chen Jiuniang from Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

Both were Martial Artists possessing True Qi.

Gong Xiong squinted, looking toward the freight yard, and asked:

"Are you sure there are White Lotus Sect Martial Artists inside?"

"Of course."

Households Commander Ming lightly squeezed his legs, steering his horse forward:

"At least one. They hate me to the bone, definitely won't miss this chance. I hope Brother Gong and Miss Chen will lend a hand later."

"If you can capture a Martial Artist, General Song will have ample rewards."

"Naturally." Chen Jiuniang nodded:

"However, to lure out the White Lotus Sect Martial Artists, you must risk yourself. Given the dire situation here, we cannot guarantee timely intervention."

"Be careful!"

"Heh…" Gong Xiong chuckled lightly:

"Lord Ming truly keeps General Song's instructions in mind, taking great pains to use himself as bait to lure the White Lotus Sect Martial Artists."

"But, aren't you worried?"

"Here, your Phoenix Blood Horse is of no use."

The freight yard was muddy everywhere, possible to get stuck just by passing, let alone a horse?

Without the Phoenix Blood Horse, Households Commander Ming's strength would be greatly diminished, not even standing out among the Minor Circulation Martial Artists.

If he could leverage the power of the Phoenix Blood Horse, he could even withstand a Great Cycle Martial Artist.

"You must enter the tiger's den to catch a tiger cub." Households Commander Ming dismounted, drawing his giant sword, his eyes underneath the mask growing solemn:

"Follow me inside!"

"Yes!"

......

"Boom!"

"Rumble…"

The sound of explosions came from behind.

Fang Zheng licked the corner of his mouth, and said:

"The Imperial Court soldiers have entered, friend, will you continue?"

"Heh…" The opponent, holding the rapier, coldly laughed:

"Of course!"

"Soldiers, they're just here to die!"

The rapier and the Poisonous Item pounced again, in a crisscross stance, working seamlessly together; a regular Three Blood Martial Artist would likely be unable to escape their combine efforts.

Fang Zheng's feet seemed glued to the ground, his lower half steady while his upper half swiftly bent backward, drawing a semi-circle around the attacking force.

Ultimate Tai Chi Skill - Bird Does Not Fly!

Simultaneously, his figure halted, drawing his knife with one hand, and furiously waving it.