Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 227 - 82: Five Thunders Hand
The rain curtain grows more intense.
Blood gushes onto the ground, merging into the flowing water. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
On the surface, Fang Zheng appears nonchalant and contemptuous, but in truth, his heart was pounding with fear during the action, his heartbeat yet to settle.
After all, the opponent was a Martial Artist!
And a renowned one at that.
If he made a mistake, it could very well mean his own death.
Luckily…
Although a Martial Artist is strong, they are ultimately not completely immune to firearms. Severely injured, the body loses balance, allowing him the opportunity to seize it and decapitate with one stroke.
"Ough..."
An eerie wind rises sharply, as five Resentful Souls catch the scent of blood and crawl out from the Five Ghosts' Pouch, letting out excited low cries towards the two corpses on the ground.
Especially Yin Fang's corpse.
The abundant Qi and Blood to them is like a gluttonous feast. Even with Fang Zheng suppressing, they still desperately inch forward.
"Get lost!"
Fang Zheng shouted lowly, waving to repel the Resentful Souls, bending down to inspect Yin Fang's corpse.
A total of eight bullets hit Yin Fang, to prevent any mishaps he didn't aim for the head, but targeted the larger area of the chest.
To avoid missing the mark.
What met his eyes made him involuntarily gasp in shock.
"Hiss..."
"None of them penetrated the internal organs?"
All eight bullets were lodged in Yin Fang's firm flesh and bones, not a single one reaching the internal organs, let alone proving fatal.
Fortunately, the bullets broke bones, which was equally agonizing.
"The body of a Martial Artist is akin to a Fierce Beast, crucially the skin, flesh, and bones autonomously counteract external threats. The pistol's lethality sharply reduces, and this was without wearing Soft Armor, and at close range."
Fang Zheng withdrew his gaze, deep in thought:
"If Yin Fang had been wearing Soft Armor, even the lowest quality, today's situation might have been a different story."
"Ordinary people, even Blood Exchange Martial Artists, can't match a Martial Artist's reaction speed. Last time, even with a gun, I couldn't threaten the opponent."
"Firearms..."
He shook his head and waved a hand:
"You can eat."
"Screech!"
The Resentful Souls delightedly screeched, pouncing on the corpse on the ground, with black smoke enveloping the body, and chewing sounds erupting.
After a long while.
They finally flew up, satisfied and not bothering with Shen Ji's corpse nearby.
Fang Zheng had moved indoors, where sheets of an unfolded letter lay on the table, indicating Yin Fang met his tragic end before finishing the letter.
"Tap tap..."
Footsteps approached from behind.
"Altar Master!"
"We heard the commotion, did something happen?"
Two beggars with sticks emerged through the back door, paused at the sight of Fang Zheng, then tensed up instinctively gripping their sticks.
"Um..."
Fang Zheng lifted his head, beckoning the five Resentful Souls behind him:
"Leave no survivors."
"Screech!"
Ghostly wails suddenly intensified, piercing all the way to the Divine Soul.
......
Fang Mansion.
Underground secret chamber.
"What a bountiful harvest!"
Fang Zheng placed a heap of items on the table, a lingering fear showing in his eyes:
"This time it truly was a narrow escape!"
Yin Fang was equipped with Soft Armor, and it was of decent quality. But perhaps due for rest, he had already removed it and wasn't wearing it.
Upon seeing the Soft Armor, Fang Zheng internally exclaimed his fortune.
That little courtyard was likely a secret base of the Beggar Gang, Yin Fang had quite a stash of goodies hidden inside.
Now,
all of it benefited Fang Zheng.
"Six Yang Skill"
"Snake-Driving Secret Technique"
"Three Skills: A Brief Discussion of Martial Arts and Techniques"
...
First, there were several books. Among them, the Six Yang Skill was the Dharma Gate that Yin Fang cultivated, his nickname 'Wind and Fire Divine Dragon' owed to it.
This skill harbors Scorching Power within.
Inside it recorded the Six Yang Palm, with Palm Force that burns all, its might exceptional.
"What a pity!"
Skimming through, Fang Zheng reluctantly shook his head.
The Six Yang Skill is genuine, with Yin Fang's annotations showing frequent perusal. Alas, crucial parts are missing.
This is quite normal.
Important Dharma Gates are often orally passed or the true Secret Manual hidden in secret places. The Cultivation Technique carried is typically incomplete.
Thus,
even if the Cultivation Technique is lost the issue isn't grave.
This copy of Six Yang Skill is relatively complete, at least allowing cultivation up to the Martial Master Realm according to Fang Zheng.
Attempting further cultivation might lead to going mad.
Setting down the book, Fang Zheng picked up a brocade box.
"Tap..."
He carefully opened the box lid, a gentle glow gushing out.
"Pearls?"
Inside the brocade box, there were actually over a dozen bird egg-sized, rounded pearls, each with exquisite quality and high value.
The Otherworld also has cultivated pearl-producing shellfish.
Yet even so, these dozen pearls are valued at over two thousand silver taels.
Perhaps even more!
Besides,
his haul also included several Silver Notes, a set of Soft Armor, some letters, a piece of unknown metal, and a Human Skin Mask...
Human Skin Mask?
Fang Zheng's gaze flickered, flipping through that heap of letters to find one and examine it closely.
Moments later.
He let out a light chuckle:
"The Anxi Army is even conducting such trades, doing business with rivals, truly merchants are profit-driven, discarding anything."
Finally.
Were the only remaining spare bullets in his hand.
Altogether just six.
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The next day.
"Lord Thousand Households."
Fang Zheng's complexion was pale, voice trembling:
"Yesterday at the depot, I encountered a zombie, though I managed to kill it, I was poisoned by the corpse and need time to recuperate."
"I hope you can allow it, my lord."
"Oh!"
Households Commander Ming stopped organizing the desk, looked up to see Fang Zheng's truly weak aura, and waved nonchalantly:
"Go ahead!"
"Yes."
Fang Zheng nodded, feeling a slight relief in his heart:
"I take my leave."
He was confident in his disguise since the corpse poison is real, he simply hadn't triggered Qi and Blood to resist it.
The weakness,
was also real.
Unless someone proficient in medical skills feels his pulse, otherwise it wouldn't be found out.
