Chapter 202: Chapter 127: Demon Evil God (3)

So, he asked in the calmest tone he could manage:

"The Demon Evil God you mentioned... what exactly does that mean?"

"Please, don’t kill me!!"

The man didn’t seem to hear Fang Shuwen at all and just kept begging for his life.

Fang Shuwen’s expression darkened, his patience finally exhausted:

"Shut up!!!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The sharp command finally cut through the man’s pleading.

With a dark expression, Fang Shuwen demanded:

"Tell me, what does ’Demon Evil God’ mean?

"And why did you all run when you heard my name?"

The man said with a woeful expression:

"Demon Evil God... is... it’s you, Uncle Fang.

"We... we wouldn’t dare provoke you. Please, just let me go..."

Fang Shuwen had already suspected as much.

Even so, for a moment, he felt the world go dark.

He took a deep breath to compose himself, then asked the man how he had come to hear these stories.

The man, sensing that Fang Shuwen wasn’t going to kill him after all, confessed everything.

The story came from two main sources.

First was the story of Fang Shuwen slaughtering hundreds of men from Dragon Emperor Hall outside Flying Snow City, a tale that was now growing more and more exaggerated with each telling.

The other was the fact that City Lord Feixue, Wu Lingxiao, had given the Seven-String Ancient Chapter to Fang Shuwen. This old news was being dredged up again.

Previously, no one had paid much mind to this, because the Seven-String Ancient Chapter had quickly fallen into Ye Feihua’s hands, leading everyone to assume Ye Feihua had simply stolen it.

But after learning that Fang Shuwen had single-handedly slaughtered hundreds of experts, people were horrified to realize just what kind of terrifying figure Wu Lingxiao had given the Seven-String Ancient Chapter to.

Further digging revealed that Ye Feihua hadn’t stolen the Seven-String Ancient Chapter at all. Instead, Fang Shuwen had thought so little of it that he’d casually gifted it to Ye Feihua.

What’s more, the group that had originally hunted Fang Shuwen for the Seven-String Ancient Chapter hadn’t dared to make a move against him.

It was only after Fang Shuwen gave the treasure to Ye Feihua that they dared to give chase and try to seize it.

And so, Fang Shuwen’s reputation exploded!

Some were stunned by his Martial Arts, but far more were terrified by his ruthlessness.

While killing is common for those who walk the Jianghu...

It wasn’t unusual for two factions to clash, pitting hundreds against hundreds in a grand spectacle. A few hundred deaths in such a battle would hardly be considered strange.

But... Fang Shuwen was different.

He had slaughtered hundreds of people all by himself.

And it wasn’t just one or two hundred... it was five or six hundred!

Afterward, some people even went to investigate. The bodies had been collected by people from Flying Snow City, and they made a chilling discovery: Fang Shuwen hadn’t just killed them; as if fearing they might not be dead enough, he had delivered a final, killing blow to each and every one.

Such a vicious individual was a rarity in the world.

And so, the three words "Demon Evil God" came to be.

After hearing all this, Fang Shuwen felt absolutely terrible.

After letting the terrified Jianghu man go, Fang Shuwen didn’t even look at Lin Fan. He simply walked back to the carriage, sat down in his original spot, and let out a long sigh.

Lin Fan’s expression was complicated as he looked at the scattered corpses and the vast, empty night.

He had fought his heart out, even drawing his Purple Nether Sword.

Yet none of it had been as effective as Fang Shuwen simply stating his name.

’Martial Arts, reputation... how can the gap between us be this huge?’

He took a deep breath, walked over to Shopkeeper Sun, and cupped his fists.

"I’m sorry, Shopkeeper Sun. Everything that happened tonight was my fault."

"I will leave the caravan at once, so as not to bring any more trouble upon you all."

Shopkeeper Sun’s first instinct was to make a polite offer for him to stay.

But before he could speak, Boss Geng, anticipating the move, grabbed his wrist.

The shopkeeper came to his senses and, after a moment, nodded.

"In that case, do as you see fit, Brother Lin."

Lin Fan nodded. He glanced at Fang Lingxin, looking as if he wanted to say something, but he saw that she was stealing glances at Fang Shuwen. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes.

He then gave a self-mocking smile. Without another word, he sheathed his Purple Nether Sword, and with a light push of his feet, he leaped away, his figure vanishing into the darkness in an instant.

Fang Lingxin, however, hadn’t noticed Lin Fan’s departure at all. She was focused on Fang Shuwen, sensing that his mood had soured.

An inexplicable worry bloomed within her, and she couldn’t help but draw closer to him.

"Brother Fang, what’s wrong?"

Shui Qianrou also blinked, watching him with wide, curious eyes.

Fang Shuwen looked up at the two girls and sighed.

"Tell me, if I hunt down and kill the bastard who gave me this nickname, do you think they’ll give me a better one?"

Fang Lingxin burst out laughing.

Shui Qianrou, for her part, couldn’t quite grasp what was troubling Fang Shuwen.

"What’s wrong with your nickname, Big Brother? I think it’s pretty useful. You just said your name and all those people ran away!

"It’s amazing!

"So impressive!"

"..."

Fang Shuwen rolled his eyes, a fresh wave of indignation washing over him.

"This is simply outrageous."

’To think that I—a man who has always been polite and well-mannered, a modest gentleman who knows his rites and holds to his principles, who would never do a dishonorable deed even in private—am a genuinely upright person, a good man!’

"How could they give me a nickname like that?

"Demon Evil God? It sounds... it sounds like the final boss of some story, doesn’t it?"

"Villain?"

"What’s a ’final boss’?"

Each of the girls had a question.

Fang Shuwen was in no mood to explain. He was genuinely distressed.

A nickname, just like a real name, sticks with you for life.

He imagined introducing himself to people in the future:

"’I am the Demon Evil God—Fang Shuwen.’"

Fang Shuwen felt he wouldn’t even be able to get the words out. It was just too absurd.

’Even if I don’t say the three words myself, the moment people hear my name, won’t they react just like that group today?’

They would all turn pale, stumbling backward and crying out in alarm:

"’You’re the Demon Evil God?!’"

The very thought of it made it impossible for Fang Shuwen to feel any joy.

And he didn’t even have to think about the future. Right now... aside from Shui Qianrou and Fang Lingxin, even the way Shopkeeper Sun looked at him was tinged with fear and a desire to curry favor.

To say nothing of Boss Geng.

The man might as well have had the word ’fear’ written across his forehead.

This... what the hell kind of mess is this?