Chapter 175: Chapter 118: Where Do You Think You’re Going?

He immediately flew into a rage:

"You’re courting death!!"

He turned, clenched his left hand into a fist, and viciously smashed it toward Fang Shuwen’s chest.

But in the next moment, the fist landed in Fang Shuwen’s palm. Fang Shuwen’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Is this... the Paradise Dharma Body!?"

With Fang Shuwen’s past experience, he wouldn’t have recognized this Paradise Dharma Body. Even though he had killed several lecherous monks from the Joyful Zen Temple before, they had died so quickly that Fang Shuwen had never gotten a real sense of what the Paradise Dharma Body was like.

It wasn’t until his long talk with Chen Yan at the Jingyun Inn that he learned of this Martial Art.

Recalling it carefully now, the monk from the Joyful Zen Temple back at Zhuji Pavilion had indeed used a gleaming, golden Body-Protecting Divine Technique.

According to Chen Yan, it was the Paradise Dharma Body, which originated from the Celestial Desire Divine Technique.

Seeing it again now, he finally recognized it.

The monk’s expression changed, and he suddenly looked up.

"This one’s a tough nut! Help me, quickly!!"

But when he looked up, he saw that only the seductive woman remained on the cabin roof. Xiao Yanyu was nowhere to be found.

The seductive woman was still looking around, her eyes filled with confusion.

She had only glanced at Fang Shuwen a couple of times, and in a daze, the Xiao Yanyu who had been beside her vanished.

Hearing the monk’s words now, her expression darkened.

"Aside from a pretty face, you’re utterly useless."

As she spoke, she tapped her foot and shot straight for Fang Shuwen’s back.

Now that he knew the monk’s origins, Fang Shuwen’s eyes turned cold. With a slight squeeze of his hand, a cracking sound was heard. The golden light wrapped around the monk’s fist was actually crushed by Fang Shuwen.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he pulled the monk over. He shifted his position just as the woman’s attack arrived.

Her attack was about to strike the monk’s Danzhong Acupoint. The monk hastily raised his hand to block. The woman also sensed something was wrong. She spun around, and a fragrant scent instantly washed over them.

The moment Fang Shuwen was exposed to it, he could tell this fragrance was no good. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

He immediately switched to the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand, followed with a slight press, and the monk screamed as he was forced to his knees.

At the same time, he flipped his other hand and pressed down with an open palm.

A fierce wind howled, instantly blowing the fragrance away.

The woman landed and looked up at Fang Shuwen.

It was a look of utmost charm and seduction. Had it been an ordinary person, they would have been instantly captivated.

Fang Shuwen just sneered.

"The Flower Moon Sect’s ’seductive eyes like silk’? A cheap trick..."

He reached out and curled his five fingers. The woman’s expression changed drastically as she was pulled involuntarily toward Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen seized her by the throat.

She tried to say something, but could only feel all the Inner Strength in her body surging uncontrollably into Fang Shuwen.

At the same time, the monk also let out a miserable cry, his own Inner Strength being pulled away by the North Nether Divine Technique.

Fang Shuwen, however, gave the monk a surprised look.

In his eyes, this person was utterly unremarkable, aside from being slightly handsome. Nothing to be surprised about.

But as the North Nether Divine Technique drained him, it felt like an endless supply.

It was a world of difference from what the monk’s performance had suggested!?

’What’s going on here?’

Fang Shuwen was momentarily confused. The woman’s Inner Strength was now empty. He killed her with a casual palm strike, and her body fell directly into the Clear Water River.

Yet he still wasn’t finished draining the monk’s Inner Strength.

It took another two breaths before he was completely drained dry.

At the same time, the Lotus Ornament on his brow disappeared without a trace.

Just as Fang Shuwen was debating whether or not to ask the monk why his Inner Strength was so profound, a door creaked open. A man in the attire of Yuqing Pavilion stepped out of the cabin, his face irritable as he spoke in a cold voice:

"So noisy! Who dares disturb me..."

He trailed off as he looked up, his eyes meeting Fang Shuwen’s.

In that instant, a chill shot up from the base of his spine to the crown of his head.

’This demon... what is he doing on this boat?’

Intense fear seized his heart, and he froze on the spot, forgetting what to do.

He might have forgotten, but Fang Shuwen had not.

He had no time to waste asking the monk about his profound Inner Strength. He sent the monk flying with a kick, straight at the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master only snapped back to his senses when the fierce wind rushed his face.

He looked up just in time to see a big, bald head right in front of him.

With no time to think, he hastily slapped out with his hand.

But he felt an immense force in that head!

The force sent him stumbling backward, crashing through the cabin.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM... The boat captain’s eyes went wide as he listened to the sounds of crashing travel from the bow all the way to the stern. He was on the verge of tears.

’I definitely didn’t check the almanac before leaving home today. Otherwise, how could I have met with such a disaster?’

Fang Shuwen tapped his foot and didn’t forget to call out:

"Don’t panic. I will compensate you for the damages afterward."

But by the time these words reached the boat captain’s ears, Fang Shuwen was already in front of the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master had taken the monk’s head-on impact, and his own qi and blood were now in turmoil.

As for the monk, between being thrown by Fang Shuwen and slapped by the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, he was already as dead as he could be.

With no time to worry about the monk’s fate, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master looked up sharply to see Fang Shuwen’s five fingers already clawing down at him. He hastily dodged, having no intention to fight, and turned to flee.

But just as he reached mid-air, he felt a tightness around his ankle. Turning back, he saw Fang Shuwen with a faint smile on his face.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Heavens have mercy, Fang Shuwen’s smile wasn’t menacing at all; after all, he was blessed with handsome features.

In fact, it was quite a sunny smile.

But in the eyes of the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, that smile was like the vicious grin of a demon about to devour a person.

His heart and guts felt like they were splitting from terror. He desperately tried to mobilize his Inner Breath to escape.

With his ankle caught by Fang Shuwen, his arms were still flailing, thrashing about desperately like a drowning man.

But no matter how much he struggled, Fang Shuwen dragged him down from mid-air. First, he swung him in a circle and slammed him onto the deck, the impact causing blood to gush from his mouth and nose.

Then he stepped down and broke the Vermilion Bird Hall Master’s leg.

"I’ll teach you to run again!?"

At some point, Miao Feichan, who was sitting on the cabin roof, watched the scene unfold and sighed softly:

"For a moment there, I really couldn’t tell which of them was the villain."