Chapter 807
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Chapter 807 Red Dust Fruit!
After listening to Fang Yu’s narration, Huai Xu’s eyes were filled with shock.
He had originally thought that a powerful person like Fang Yu must have had a smooth journey from the beginning of his growth until now.
Even if he encountered setbacks, they would only be temporary and easily resolved.
But unexpectedly, Fang Yu had suffered the pain of having his sect destroyed!
This kind of pain was something Huai Xu had never experienced, so he couldn’t truly empathize.
He could only see from the cold killing intent on Fang Yu’s face how great an impact this event had on him.
“So, what do you think I should do now?” Fang Yu looked at Huai Xu and asked.
Huai Xu glanced at the document in Fang Yu’s hand, shook his head, and apologetically said: “Brother Fang, forgive me… I cannot provide you with advice.”
“It’s fine, just imagine this happened to you, what would you choose to do?” Fang Yu asked.
“I… would probably let them rebuild the Purple Flame Palace, and then destroy their sect again… making them experience the pain of sect destruction once more,” Huai Xu hesitantly replied.
At Huai Xu’s age, he had long lost the heart for killing.
But after putting himself in Fang Yu’s position, what he thought of… was far from merciful.
The actions of the Purple Flame Palace deserved the most extreme revenge.
“Then let’s do that.” Fang Yu placed the permit on Huai Xu’s desk and said, “Take this permit to the Wen’an City Martial Arts Association and let them inform those Purple Flame Palace remnants that they can establish their sect now.”
“Alright,” Huai Xu took the permit document and said.
“Once their sect is established, inform me immediately,” Fang Yu said.
“Yes, I’ll have someone keep an eye on it,” Huai Xu replied.
Fang Yu nodded and poured himself a cup of tea.
Although it was difficult to suppress his rage, Fang Yu was willing to do so in order to inflict the most extreme pain on those Purple Flame Palace remnants.
For the crimes committed by the Purple Flame Palace, simply killing them would be too merciful.
Let them rebuild the Purple Flame Palace, then destroy it again in the same manner as before.
This time, Fang Yu would give them the heaviest blow and the deepest fear.
…
After sitting for a while, Huai Xu spoke up: “Brother Fang, I will officially return to the public eye tomorrow.”
“Good,” Fang Yu nodded and said, “The Martial Arts Association is in chaos now, you should step in and manage it.”
“I’m not concerned about the internal corruption, the key issue is the Half-Spirit Clan…” Huai Xu said.
“Oh, I just remembered, yesterday evening, the Half-Spirit Clan came directly to my home,” Fang Yu said.
“They’re that bold?” Huai Xu’s expression changed slightly as he asked.
“Just a few puppets, which I destroyed with one palm strike, but afterward, the person controlling them left me a few words,” Fang Yu said.
“What did they say?” Huai Xu asked.
“Nothing much, just the usual boring threats about wanting me dead,” Fang Yu said. “I couldn’t track their location through that sound transmission technique, so there was no follow-up.”
Huai Xu’s expression became solemn as he pondered something.
“They’ll probably send someone to find me again soon. When that happens, I’ll try to gather more intelligence,” Fang Yu said.
“Brother Fang, if they really come looking for you, you must notify me,” Huai Xu said with a grave expression. “I need to understand what kind of people they are, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with them.”
“Certainly,” Fang Yu replied.
…
Fang Yu left Yinlin Villa and wandered the streets.
He needed to take a walk now, otherwise the rage in his chest would not dissipate.
Returning to the central district of Beidu, there was a street with a long history called Hengtong Ancient Street.
This street had over a thousand years of history and was crowded with pedestrians.
What attracted people wasn’t the street’s history, but rather the stalls.
On both sides of the street, there were various stalls selling items from different regions, often featuring rare specialty goods.
Fang Yu walked forward through the crowded throng, occasionally glancing at the stalls on both sides.
Most stalls sold small ornaments or souvenirs, with no food vendors.
“Wrong place,” Fang Yu shook his head slightly and quickened his pace.
The street was full of tourists, with people stopping at almost every stall.
After walking a considerable distance, Fang Yu suddenly noticed a stall with no customers.
On this stall was an irregularly shaped item that looked like an ordinary stone.
The vendor was a boy who appeared to be underage.
Although it was winter, he wore only a thin short-sleeved shirt, hugging his knees, looking emaciated.
“Kid, what are you selling here?” Before Fang Yu approached, a bald middle-aged man carrying a child walked up to the stall and asked.
“This is a Red Dust Fruit from the northwestern outskirts, very rare…” the boy immediately began explaining when someone came to inquire.
“You mean this is a fruit?” The bald man widened his eyes, looking at the stone-like items below.
“Yes, this is the Red Dust Fruit. It only grows wild and can’t be cultivated… In our region, only one grows each year!”
Before the boy could finish, the bald man left with his child.
The boy sighed in disappointment and lowered his head.
Fang Yu walked up, squatted down, and picked up a Red Dust Fruit, squeezing it slightly.
He could indeed feel that it was somewhat soft inside.
But from its appearance, it was difficult to tell it was a fruit.
And Fang Yu had never heard of the name “Red Dust Fruit” before.
“You just said this fruit only grows once a year?” Fang Yu asked.
The boy heard the voice and immediately raised his head. Seeing Fang Yu playing with the Red Dust Fruit, he nodded quickly: “Yes, only one each year.”
“If there’s only one per year, how did they all end up in your hands?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked.
“There really is only one! I’m not lying,” the boy said excitedly. “The reason they’re all with me is because the Red Dust Fruit tree is only in my family…”
“You just said it’s a northwestern specialty. If it’s a specialty, how could only your family have it?” Fang Yu asked again.
The boy looked up at Fang Yu, hesitation appearing on his dark face, but he quickly became resolute.
“Before my grandfather passed away, he often repeated a story to me…”
“When my grandfather was young, he once met a monk in tattered clothes. This monk passed by our door asking for water and food. My grandfather was very poor at that time, with barely anything, but seeing how pitiful the monk was, he gave him his only remaining piece of flatbread.”
“After eating the bread, the monk wanted to thank my grandfather, so he took out a seed from his pocket and gave it to him.”
“The monk said that if this seed grew, my grandfather’s life would be completely transformed…”
Hearing this, Fang Yu asked, “So did your grandfather’s life change?”
The boy shook his head and said sadly, “My grandfather remembered the monk’s words his whole life and always watered the seed, but after decades, it never grew… until a year ago when my grandfather passed away, the seed finally started to grow.”
“Just last month, the tree produced its first fruit. I picked the Red Dust Fruit and wanted to sell it…”
“I thought many people in Beidu would know about the Red Dust Fruit…”
After hearing the boy’s story, Fang Yu frowned slightly, looking at the stone-like fruit in his hand.
Assuming everything the boy said was true, this so-called Red Dust Fruit was truly extraordinary.
Just its growth cycle alone was comparable to some medicinal herbs.
But from its appearance, nothing special could be seen.
And the fruit didn’t emit any unusual aura.
What exactly was this thing?
“Brother, do you want to buy it?” the boy asked with a hopeful expression. “If I sell this fruit, my parents won’t have to work so hard to earn my tuition.”
“How much?” Fang Yu asked.
“Two thousand,” the boy said.
“That’s too expensive. An apple costs only two yuan, you’re charging a thousand times more,” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and said.
“Then, then fifteen hundred! Or one thousand!” the boy hurriedly said, seemingly afraid Fang Yu wouldn’t buy it.
Fang Yu smiled and took out a thumb-sized, purple-glowing gemstone from his Void Spirit Ring’s storage space.
“I don’t have cash, so I’ll use this gemstone instead. Its value definitely exceeds two thousand yuan. Take this gemstone home and give it to your parents. They should be able to find a place to exchange it for cash,” Fang Yu said.
“Great!” The boy took the gemstone from Fang Yu’s hand, his eyes shining.
Fang Yu stood up, holding the so-called Red Dust Fruit.
“Take good care of that gemstone, don’t lose it,” Fang Yu told the boy.
“I will, thank you, brother.” The boy stood up, bowed to Fang Yu, and quickly packed up his stall.
Fang Yu turned and left, observing the Red Dust Fruit in his hand as he walked.
“Whoosh!” After walking a few steps, the stone-like Red Dust Fruit in his hand suddenly flashed with a beam of light!
Then, the entire fruit transformed into a wisp of gas and entered Fang Yu’s palm!
