Chapter 107
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Chapter 107: The Vengeful Spirit Enters the Body!
“Is he Fang Yu?” Sitting in the driver’s seat was a young man with a square face and a stern expression.
His gaze was quite sharp; even while sitting in the car, one could feel the fierce aura emanating from him.
He was Huang Xiaolong, the youngest senior guard at the Jiangnan Defense Headquarters.
“He’s coming our way, just in time!” Xia Weiyu said with a teasing glint in her eyes.
Today, she was determined to make Fang Yu suffer and force him to apologize to her and her sister!
Huang Xiaolong looked at Fang Yu, preparing to push the door open and get out of the car.
“Brother Xiaolong… remember to go easy on him,” said Xia Tinghe from the back seat.
Huang Xiaolong glanced back at Xia Tinghe and smiled, “Commander Xia has already instructed me; I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.”
With that, Huang Xiaolong pushed the door open and got out.
Seeing Fang Yu approach, Xia Weiyu also got out of the car.
“Fang Yu!” Xia Weiyu called out to him.
Fang Yu frowned slightly and asked, “Do you need something from me?”
“Of course I do! I’m here to settle the score with you today!” Xia Weiyu said, hands on her hips.
“Settle the score?” A faint smile appeared on Fang Yu’s face. Since Li Xiaomo hadn’t arrived yet, he had time to play with these two sisters.
“You followed my sister before, and yesterday you even laid hands on her…” Xia Weiyu said, her voice filled with agitation.
“Get it straight; your sister attacked me first. I was just defending myself,” Fang Yu replied.
“Not only that, but you also humiliated my sister and me!” Xia Weiyu’s face flushed red as she continued.
“I spoke the truth; it wasn’t humiliation,” Fang Yu said calmly.
“You…” Xia Weiyu trembled with anger, wishing she could kick Fang Yu to vent her frustration.
“Little brother, it’s not nice to talk like that,” Huang Xiaolong said, stepping in front of Fang Yu with a smile.
Fang Yu had already noticed his presence.
From the aura he exuded, this man was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, a so-called martial arts master.
“My name is Huang Xiaolong,” he said, looking at Fang Yu.
He was observing Fang Yu.
Last night, Xia Heguang had called him to the study and specifically instructed him to carefully observe Fang Yu and test his strength.
Seeing Xia Heguang so serious, he had thought Fang Yu was some extraordinary talent.
But now that he saw him in person, Huang Xiaolong felt immensely disappointed.
If judged by appearance alone, he looked like an ordinary student—thin and unremarkable.
The aura he emitted indicated that he was at most a martial artist at the seventh or eighth stage of innate talent.
Such cultivation might be considered quite good among ordinary people.
But for a genius like Huang Xiaolong, it was hardly worth mentioning.
After all, he had already been a half-step master at eighteen.
Commander Xia must have misjudged this time.
Huang Xiaolong’s gaze toward Fang Yu gradually turned disdainful.
“What do you want? Are you here to back these two sisters?” Fang Yu asked.
Huang Xiaolong’s expression remained stern as he said, “I want you to apologize to them.”
“I haven’t done anything wrong; why should I apologize?” Fang Yu countered.
Xia Weiyu’s expression changed, and she was about to speak.
But Huang Xiaolong gestured for her to stop.
“If you don’t apologize, then I’ll have to use some forceful methods to educate you,” Huang Xiaolong said in a deep voice.
“Educate me?” A smile appeared on Fang Yu’s face as he said, “I’m curious about what you can teach me.”
“I hope you can treat girls more like a gentleman in the future,” Huang Xiaolong said coldly, suddenly making a move to grab Fang Yu’s shoulder.
But in the next second, Fang Yu caught Huang Xiaolong’s outstretched right hand with his left.
Huang Xiaolong’s expression changed slightly as he exerted force, only to find he couldn’t break free from Fang Yu’s grip.
This guy looks so thin; how can he be so strong?
A hint of surprise flashed in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes as he increased the strength in his right hand.
Still, he remained completely immobile.
Fang Yu’s hand was like a vice, firmly holding his right hand.
At this moment, Fang Yu’s expression showed no change, appearing completely unfazed.
Huang Xiaolong’s surprise deepened as he circulated his internal energy and pulled hard.
Just then, Fang Yu suddenly released his grip.
Huang Xiaolong, unable to adjust in time, lost his balance and stumbled back two or three steps.
Fang Yu glanced behind him and saw a black Mercedes-Benz pull up.
He recognized the car; it belonged to Li Xiaomo.
“I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving. If you want to educate someone, start with these sisters; they clearly need it more,” Fang Yu said, turning to walk toward the black Mercedes.
“You…” Xia Weiyu stomped her foot in anger, watching helplessly as Fang Yu got into the car and drove away.
“Brother Xiaolong! Didn’t we agree to teach that jerk a lesson? Why did you let him go?” Xia Weiyu turned to Huang Xiaolong, frustrated.
Huang Xiaolong’s expression was somewhat grim.
In the earlier confrontation with Fang Yu, he had been completely at a disadvantage.
Especially with the Xia sisters watching, it made him feel incredibly embarrassed.
This Fang Yu was not as weak as he had imagined; at the very least, his strength was formidable and did not match his appearance at all.
“Wei Yu, I promise I’ll do what I said. After all, we’re at the school gate today; I can’t go too far,” Huang Xiaolong said, his gaze resolute.
…
Sitting in the car, Li Xiaomo looked at Fang Yu beside her and asked, “Mr. Fang, did you run into some trouble? I saw that the Jeep had black plates; it seems to belong to the Defense Headquarters…”
From the aura Huang Xiaolong exuded, Fang Yu knew he was a professional security personnel.
However, it wasn’t a big deal.
“It’s nothing,” Fang Yu shook his head and replied.
Seeing Fang Yu unconcerned, Li Xiaomo didn’t press further.
“Who is that person you mentioned? How does he have so many monster beast inner cores?” Fang Yu asked.
“I heard he’s a master of sorcery from the southwest… Recently, he happened to be traveling in Jiangnan and was invited by the Jin family to perform sorcery… As for why he has so many monster beast inner cores, I’m not sure; I only found out he plans to sell them to an auction house…” Li Xiaomo explained.
A sorcerer from the southwest? Performing sorcery?
“What kind of sorcery?” Fang Yu asked, puzzled.
“I heard the Jin family has been experiencing hauntings lately, but I’m not too clear on the specifics… They’ve invited many sorcerers to perform rituals, but none have worked, so they had to spend a fortune to invite this master from the southwest to perform sorcery… He just arrived at the Jin family this morning and might still be performing rituals now. We’ll find out when we get to the Jin family,” Li Xiaomo said.
…
An hour later, Fang Yu arrived at the entrance of a villa on a mountaintop.
Before he even got out of the car, he felt a heavy aura of yin and evil.
No wonder the Jin family was restless.
The yin and evil energy surrounding this villa was even denser than that of a mass grave!
After getting out of the car, Li Xiaomo stood beside Fang Yu, feeling a chill creeping up from her feet, unable to suppress a shiver, her face slightly pale.
It was midday, with the sun high in the sky and bright sunlight.
Yet standing in front of this villa, one felt inexplicably cold; it was truly eerie.
“Mr. Fang… could there really be ghosts here?” Li Xiaomo asked softly.
“It’s possible,” Fang Yu replied.
Hearing Fang Yu’s words, Li Xiaomo felt even more frightened and moved closer to him.
There were no security guards at the Jin family’s gate, so the two walked straight in.
At this moment, the entire villa was eerily silent, as if no one was home.
It wasn’t until Fang Yu and Li Xiaomo entered the hall that they saw several people standing silently on either side, watching a middle-aged man in a blue Daoist robe at the center of the hall.
The Daoist had his back to Fang Yu and Li Xiaomo, his head bowed as if he were silently reciting incantations.
In front of him was a table with some talismans, a bowl of fresh blood, and a handful of hair.
Seeing the items on the table, Fang Yu frowned slightly, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
Suddenly, the Daoist moved, picking up a peach wood sword and began to dance it through the air, as if slashing at something.
A piercing scream echoed through the air.
Everyone present, except for the Daoist and Fang Yu, trembled in fear at the sound.
Especially Li Xiaomo, who let out a shriek and clung to Fang Yu’s arm.
At that moment, the Daoist suddenly turned around.
Upon seeing his face, Fang Yu’s pupils constricted.
The Daoist was wearing a ghost mask, and the eyes on the mask glowed with a faint blue light.
This Daoist was a member of the Xuanming clan!
Seeing Fang Yu, the masked Daoist was momentarily stunned.
He felt that this person looked familiar!
Then, he recalled the image transmitted by his clansman A Jiu before his death…
This was the person who had killed A Jiu!
“Just in time! First, let’s draw that thousand-year grudge soul to him, making him feel the pain of his soul being torn apart! Then, we’ll kill him and absorb that thousand-year grudge soul!”
With that thought, the Daoist waved the peach wood sword, pointing it directly at Fang Yu!
Fang Yu felt a chill of yin energy above his head, accompanied by a piercing scream.
He looked up and saw a wisp of black smoke.
In the next second, the black smoke drilled into his head!
