Chapter 116
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Chapter 116: Crazy
Sometimes, blood brothers harbored the deepest hatred for one another, just like Liu Feijue and Liu Feikong. Though they shared the same father, they had become bitter enemies, openly fighting for power within the Liu family, each wishing for the other’s demise.
Once, Liu Feijue had left Liu Feikong in a dire predicament, nearly leading him to a miserable defeat. Now, Liu Feikong’s arrival signified that the balance of power within the Liu family had shifted.
Liu Feijue felt a storm of grief and anger rising within him. His once-favorable situation had been ruined, and he blamed Zhang Yang for it. Nothing would have satisfied him more than tearing Zhang Yang apart.
Yet, he understood that with Liu Feikong’s presence, any reckless action on his part might play right into his rival’s schemes. Gritting his teeth, he bitterly remarked, “Don’t celebrate too soon. The true victor is the one who laughs last.”
With that, he turned and left.
From start to finish, Liu Feikong did not spare him a glance, only offering a cold, knowing smile.
Zhang Yang, who had observed the entire exchange, frowned slightly. This was his first encounter with such intense familial strife—brothers who treated each other as mortal enemies.
Without any pretense, Liu Feikong got straight to the point.
“Brother Zhang, we share a common goal. My purpose here is simple. If you help me with one thing, I will grant you three requests—anything within my power.”
He stared intently at Zhang Yang, his lips curling into a confident smile.
Zhang Yang was tempted but found the ongoing feud between Liu Feikong and Liu Feijue repulsive. He had always believed that survival in the martial arts world depended solely on strength. Witnessing such ruthless betrayal among kin was something he had never expected.
From the sidelines, the shadowy figure of Xue Feishuang urged him once again, forcing him to confront the harsh realities of the world.
“What do you want me to do?” Zhang Yang asked.
Liu Feikong’s smile deepened. “It’s very simple. Just publicly challenge him. If he accepts and you defeat him decisively, that will be enough.”
The “him” naturally referred to Liu Feijue. After being set up by Zhang Yang, Liu Feijue was already in a precarious position. If he suffered another humiliating defeat in public, it would all but ensure his elimination from the Liu family’s power struggle.
“That’s all?” Zhang Yang asked, narrowing his eyes.
“That’s all,” Liu Feikong confirmed. “Quite a bargain, isn’t it?”
Zhang Yang pondered for a long moment before speaking. “Then prove your sincerity—help me with one thing first.”
“Of course,” Liu Feikong agreed readily. “But, Brother Zhang, don’t ask me to kill the concubine’s guard. That is something I absolutely cannot do.”
Zhang Yang said, “I want ten Great Xia Martial Lord Seals.”
At this demand, the expressions of those behind Liu Feikong subtly shifted. Even Liu Feikong himself furrowed his brows slightly.
“If you can’t do it, forget it,” Zhang Yang stated flatly.
Liu Feikong’s smile returned. “I can do it. I promise you, by tomorrow morning, ten Great Xia Martial Lord Seals will be delivered to you.”
Zhang Yang was secretly astonished. He despised getting involved in such intricate schemes and had expected Liu Feikong to hesitate or refuse. The fact that he agreed so readily to such a difficult request made one thing clear—he was willing to go to any lengths to eliminate Liu Feijue. A man with no boundaries was the most dangerous kind.
What more could be said?
Liu Feikong let out a hearty laugh. “For our first collaboration, I hope it goes smoothly.”
As Liu Feikong left, Zhang Yang remained in the courtyard, feeling the cold wind against his skin. Light rain fell like silver threads, soaking the ground beneath his feet. He stood there for a long time before finally turning back, with Xue Feishuang’s voice echoing in his mind.
"If you wish to reject the schemes and deception of this world, you must be powerful enough. Only then can you shatter all plots and conspiracies with a single punch."
This was why Xue Feishuang had forced him to face what he despised—so he would feel the pressure, so he would grow stronger.
Zhang Yang murmured, “I am a simple man. An honest man. My fists will speak for me.”
He had made up his mind—he would fight openly and honorably.
Simple? Honest?
Xue Feishuang: “……”
She had long seen through her junior brother. He was just a little too simple and honest.
Zhang Yang needed training.
His strength had been growing rapidly over the past three days. He longed to fight, to test himself, but there was no suitable opponent.
As he walked into the hall, he suddenly stopped and turned back, looking up at the sky.
The rain intensified.
Above, a white light surged, keeping the falling rain at bay. A graceful figure hovered in midair.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly, “Qiu Lingshui.”
She had once been a key member of the Demon Slayer Team in the Vast Forest—a woman proud to her very core.
Back then, Zhang Yang had wanted to defeat her, but fate had intervened. She had been sent flying out of the Vast Forest, barely escaping with her life. Now, she stood before him once again.
“Are you taking advantage of the fact that I can’t fly?” Zhang Yang’s gaze was sharp and unyielding.
Qiu Lingshui responded icily, “Zhang Yang, stop being arrogant. Don’t think that using tricks and clever ploys to bring down Liu Feijue makes you invincible. Martial arts ultimately depend on strength. Underhanded tactics will never stand in the spotlight.”
For the first time, Zhang Yang agreed with her. He nodded and said, “You’re right. So why don’t you come down and fight me?”
“I have no interest in fighting someone as good as dead,” Qiu Lingshui replied with her usual pride. “I’m here to inform you that my aunt, Qiu Yinong, will be arriving soon. You should prepare for your end.”
Qiu Yinong—a beautiful name belonging to a woman known throughout the Southern Region for both her stunning looks and her exceptional martial prowess.
Some had even compared her to Bing Yuyan, claiming that she was destined for sainthood. The only thing she could not surpass in the Southern Region was beauty, and that was all.
She had vowed never to marry, dedicating her life entirely to martial arts, leaving countless admirers sighing in regret.
She had reached the Great Boundless rank.
Her illustrious achievements were countless, and she was widely acknowledged for her ability to challenge opponents beyond her realm.
Zhang Yang crossed his arms and smirked. “The weak get beaten, and the strong send in reinforcements. That’s a common trait among your pack of mad dogs. I’m not surprised.”
“Zhang Yang! What are you so arrogant about? You only rely on the Vast Forest. If you were outside, you wouldn’t stand a chance!” Qiu Lingshui shot back, her pride flaring.
“Oh? Is that so?” Zhang Yang mused. “How about this: go and invite all the new generation of your Golden Cauldron Sacred Land, including your so-called holy son. I’ll fight all of you by myself. Are you brave enough?”
Qiu Lingshui’s face darkened. His words were an immense insult.
Before she could respond, Zhang Yang continued, “I’ll give you two days. In two days, at the largest Blackstone Arena in Mo City, I’ll face the entire new generation of your Golden Cauldron Sacred Land alone. If you kill me, I won’t regret it. Just tell me, are you up for it?”
“Come on, woman, answer my challenge.”
Qiu Lingshui’s mouth twitched. She had heard this same taunt before in the Vast Forest.
Her mind raced, but in the end, she let out a cold laugh. “You said it yourself, Zhang Yang. It’s a man’s challenge. In two days, at Blackstone Arena, we’ll meet!”
“Haha! That’s right! In two days, I’ll take on the entire new generation of your Golden Cauldron Sacred Land by myself!” Zhang Yang laughed heartily. Finally, an exciting fight—his fists itched in anticipation.
Qiu Lingshui sneered. “You should prepare for your funeral.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Zhang Yang felt exhilarated. The Touching Heaven realm had no special requirements, and after training day and night for three days, his cultivation had soared. He had been longing for a fight, and now, he finally had one.
As Qiu Lingshui left, she remained convinced that Zhang Yang was recklessly seeking death. No one in history had ever dared to challenge an entire holy land alone—it was a path to self-destruction.
Thus, she spread the news that same day, fearing that Zhang Yang might back out.
Before long, all of Mo City was buzzing with the same words:
“Zhang Yang has gone mad.”
