Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Fang Yu’s Past
The bald man originally had a few subordinates with him.
However, after witnessing Fang Yu’s strength, those subordinates no longer dared to step forward.
The bald man was still begging for mercy when Fang Yu suddenly raised his foot and kicked him in the chin.
“Bang!”
The bald man let out a miserable scream, his body flying backward and crashing to the ground, his mouth filled with blood, and he lost consciousness.
Fang Yu looked down at Li Zhengrong, raised his foot, and said, “Last time you sent someone to deal with me, you didn’t kill me. Now, it’s my turn to find you.”
Li Zhengrong’s eyes widened, filled with fear.
Fang Yu’s foot came down!
“Bang—”
Li Zhengrong’s body was crushed by the force, flying out and then crashing heavily to the ground. Soon, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell completely silent.
Li Zhengrong, one of the most powerful figures in the underground of Jianghai City, was dead!
Inside the martial arts hall, there was still a heart-stopping silence.
Everyone looked at Fang Yu, their faces pale, their eyes filled with terror.
This young man was truly terrifying.
……
Fang Yu left the underground martial arts hall under the gaze of many eyes.
He did not get into Li Xiaomo’s car but chose to walk home.
He needed to think about some things.
……
A long time ago, the sect Fang Yu belonged to was called Tiandao Sect.
Fang Yu was brought into the sect by his master at the age of fifteen and had never left Tiandao Sect since.
Tiandao Sect was not a very large sect, with only about five hundred disciples in total.
Fang Yu’s master was the leader of Tiandao Sect.
After Fang Yu had been on the path of cultivation for a thousand years, his master successfully transcended the tribulation and ascended to immortality.
Before leaving, his master handed the position of sect leader to Fang Yu’s senior brother, Lin Daochen.
Another twelve hundred years passed, and Lin Daochen also successfully transcended the tribulation.
Before leaving, Lin Daochen passed the position of sect leader to Fang Yu and instructed him to take good care of the five hundred disciples of the sect.
Fang Yu did not want to be the sect leader, but unfortunately, he was already the highest-ranking person in Tiandao Sect at that time.
Nearly a hundred years passed again.
One year, a disaster struck.
A group of female disciples who had just joined the sect for less than five years, around fifteen years old, encountered disciples from Ziyan Palace while out on a training expedition.
These female disciples and the elder leading them were almost all brutally murdered, their bodies discarded in the wilderness, and burned to ashes by the disciples of Ziyan Palace using secret techniques.
The only female disciple who escaped returned to Tiandao Sect and informed Fang Yu of this incident.
Fang Yu took a long sword and stormed into Ziyan Palace, killing ten elders and over fifty disciples, severely injuring the leader of Ziyan Palace.
If it weren’t for the people sent by the so-called Righteous Alliance intervening, Fang Yu could have wiped out Ziyan Palace that day!
That was one of the things Fang Yu regretted the most to this day.
If he had been able to destroy Ziyan Palace before the Righteous Alliance arrived, there would have been no subsequent events.
Later, since Ziyan Palace refused to admit that their disciples had committed such acts and had destroyed all evidence, even the bodies were gone.
Thus, the charges against Ziyan Palace were dismissed, while Fang Yu, who had killed many disciples of Ziyan Palace, was caught and imprisoned in a mountain jail for two hundred years.
Before entering the jail, Fang Yu entrusted a friend to help him look after Tiandao Sect.
This friend was a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Ji Rumei.
During the two hundred years, a sect war broke out outside.
The leader of Ziyan Palace harbored deep resentment against Fang Yu, so he took advantage of Fang Yu’s absence and the chaos in the cultivation world to lead a group of disciples to attack Tiandao Sect.
Tiandao Sect’s disciples were already few in number, and their overall strength was not on the same level as Ziyan Palace.
In one night, the entire sky above Tiandao Sect was filled with purple flames, and not a single disciple survived.
Fang Yu’s friend, that woman, died in this battle while fulfilling Fang Yu’s commission.
When Fang Yu emerged from the mountain jail and returned to Tiandao Sect, all he saw was ashes, devoid of any life.
Thus, he stormed into Ziyan Palace once more.
This time, no one dared to stop him.
Fang Yu killed for seven days and nights in Ziyan Palace, sparing no one, forcing the Supreme Elders out.
Fang Yu, heavily injured, fought with the Supreme Elder for thousands of rounds, ultimately beheading him.
But it was all too late.
……
Recalling this memory, Fang Yu felt a surge of hostility rise within him.
Especially after discovering today that Ziyan Palace still had successors, his hostility was nearly uncontrollable.
He had to root out all the successors of Ziyan Palace, killing every single one he found!
Under the night sky, Fang Yu’s gaze was icy cold.
……
In Nandu, the Zheng family.
Zheng Xiuchen sat in his study, squinting slightly as he looked at Yang Yinzhu in front of him.
Yang Yinzhu appeared somewhat haggard, her eyes slightly red and swollen.
However, before meeting Zheng Xiuchen, she had deliberately put on makeup. Thus, her face still looked enchanting and flawless.
“Miss Yang Yinzhu, I feel very sorry about your brother’s situation. But if you want me to help you deal with Fang Yu, I must be frank: dealing with Fang Yu doesn’t hold much benefit for me,” Zheng Xiuchen said with a smile, his tone gentle.
“Young Master Zheng, my brother has such a good relationship with you…” Yang Yinzhu’s expression changed slightly as she spoke.
Zheng Xiuchen waved his hand and said, “Indeed, I consider your brother a friend. But in today’s world, relying solely on feelings is not feasible. I need reasons for everything I do. And feelings do not count as a reason for me.”
Yang Yinzhu bit her lip.
She had long heard that the Zheng family’s young master was an extremely demanding person, with a rather cold temperament.
Now that she saw him, it was indeed the case.
“Young Master Zheng, if you agree to my request, I can make the Yang family a subsidiary family of the Zheng family, providing a fifteen percent profit share to the Zheng family every year,” Yang Yinzhu said through gritted teeth.
Making the Yang family a subsidiary of another family was a very difficult decision for someone as proud as Yang Yinzhu.
But she had no other choice.
After Yang Jian was crippled by Fang Yu, the Yang family was on the verge of collapse.
As the head of the family, Yang Shaorong was in a state of hysteria and could not manage the overall situation at all.
Now, the Yang family was leaderless, and all operations were at a standstill.
Only Yang Yinzhu’s return could stabilize the morale.
But Yang Yinzhu did not dare to go back; she knew Fang Yu would not let her off easily.
Time was running out, and Yang Yinzhu had no other choice but to use enormous benefits to seek the Zheng family’s assistance.
“Fifteen percent… I’m afraid that’s not enough. Our Zheng family has many subsidiary families, and they contribute at least twenty-five percent of their profits every year,” Zheng Xiuchen said with a slight smile.
Twenty-five percent!?
That was simply asking for too much!
Moreover, Zheng Xiuchen’s use of the term “contribute” deeply hurt Yang Yinzhu’s pride.
Yang Yinzhu’s face turned ugly, her red lips tightly bitten, feeling extremely aggrieved.
“Of course, considering it’s Miss Yang’s request, I can offer a bit of a discount; your Yang family only needs to contribute twenty percent of the profits,” Zheng Xiuchen said, looking at Yang Yinzhu with undisguised heat in his eyes.
Seeing Zheng Xiuchen’s gaze, Yang Yinzhu immediately understood his meaning.
Yang Yinzhu stood in place, her fists clenched, her breathing growing heavier.
She had always been a proud person, believing herself to be intelligent and exceptionally gifted.
And indeed, she had not faced many setbacks in her life; she succeeded in everything she did. After taking over the Yang family’s business, she had elevated the family to a higher level in just a few years.
But ever since encountering Fang Yu… everything changed.
Yang Yinzhu had been failing, continuously failing!
Her seemingly perfect plans were always thwarted by Fang Yu!
Now her two brothers had both been turned into useless beings by Fang Yu!
Fang Yu was her nightmare.
He had to be eliminated!
As long as she got rid of Fang Yu, she believed she could get back on track and once again make the Yang family soar!
“Miss Yang, I can give you some time to consider; you can go back first…” Zheng Xiuchen had not finished speaking when his expression changed.
He saw Yang Yinzhu had already raised her head, her face expressionless.
She placed her hands on the buttons of her top, starting to unbutton it, slowly walking towards Zheng Xiuchen.
When Yang Yinzhu reached Zheng Xiuchen, she was almost undressed.
Zheng Xiuchen looked at Yang Yinzhu in front of him, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he reached out to embrace her…
……
At Jianghai City Central Hospital, in the intensive care unit.
Yang Jian was still lying on the hospital bed, in a state of coma.
The examination report showed that due to excessive blood loss, Yang Jian had multiple severe injuries. He was very likely to never wake up, in a state of brain death, commonly known as a vegetative state.
Yang Shaorong sat beside the hospital bed, looking haggard, his eyes bloodshot, his hair almost turned gray overnight.
He had only two sons, but now both had become vegetative.
Yang Shaorong clutched his hair, his entire being in a state of frenzy.
His heart had completely collapsed; he didn’t even want to live anymore.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the ward.
Yang Shaorong raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, “Come in.”
The door was pushed open, and a tall man dressed in a black martial robe, with an extremely strong physique, walked in.
He walked straight to the bedside and grabbed Yang Jian’s left arm.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Yang Shaorong’s expression changed as he asked.
The man ignored Yang Shaorong, gripping Yang Jian’s arm, a dazzling golden light emanating from his hand.
After a moment, he released Yang Jian’s hand, looked at Yang Shaorong with cold eyes, and said, “I will help Yang Jian take revenge.”
