Novel11 Chapter 205 - 162: Senior Sister, Save Me! (2)
Chapter 205 - 162: Senior Sister, Save Me! (2)
Fang Qingyuan was left speechless. He gave Situ Jingyu a slight nod, then rose and walked with her to the edge of the courtyard to watch the fight.
Red Lotus Square was a series of interconnected courtyards, a design intended to offer a high degree of privacy. However, some Cultivators were simply too powerful; despite the concealing Arrays between the courtyards, certain commotions could still reach the ears of others.
The courtyard where the incident occurred had been booked by a steward from Black Sand City’s Gua Talisman Sect. He was there to dally with his mistress from Red Lotus Square, but just as things were heating up, they heard taunts from two people passing by outside—crude remarks along the lines of, "What a woman... too bad her man can’t get the job done. I should go in and take his place."
As the steward flew into a rage, disaster struck. The two taunters suddenly launched a violent assault, severely wounding the steward and leaving him coughing up blood with a single blow. And then...
’A forced assault?’
The fierce battle in the courtyard raged on. Fortunately, the courtyard had a protective Array. A thin layer of green light now covered the area, absorbing the overflowing shockwaves and, for the time being, preventing any greater destruction.
Inside the courtyard, five or six people were already down. The steward belonged to a local faction, and some of his men had naturally stepped up to help. But against the two instigators, it had taken only a few exchanges for them to be left dead or wounded. The ground was now spattered with crimson, and a closer look revealed small, gruesome blood clots.
Deeper in the courtyard, Fang Qingyuan could faintly make out the shapely, unclothed form of a woman lying limply on the ground. Her body was covered in bloodstains and still twitching faintly. Her situation was clearly dire.
Not far from the woman’s body, two people were locked in a fierce struggle, while a third stood guard with a grin. This third Cultivator, a Foundation Establishment expert, was corpulent and had an exceptionally ugly face. Though he wore a wide grin, the look in his eyes revealed him to be an utterly ruthless and cold-blooded man.
His companion, who was in the thick of the fight, was also a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. He was single-handedly fighting one Foundation Establishment expert and numerous Qi Cultivation practitioners from Red Lotus Square, yet he wasn’t at the slightest disadvantage.
The man was nearly nine feet tall, with dark red skin and a vicious face. A strange ridge bulged from his forehead, a sign that his very bones had mutated.
He too was bare-chested, and when he exerted himself, his bulging muscles looked as if they were cast from iron. The True Evil Spirit Light that pulsed with each breath was so condensed it seemed solid, yet he kept it contained. It was clear to any observer that he was not fighting with his full strength, but merely toying with his opponents.
Fang Qingyuan frowned as he watched. ’Two unidentified Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and both so powerful,’ he thought. ’To cause such a scene here... they clearly have no respect for Black Sand City.’
Bao Yun, who had emerged only a moment ago, was now gone. She had obviously gone to get reinforcements. The forces at Red Lotus Square were clearly no match for these intruders, and Bao Yun wasn’t foolish enough to stand by and watch the situation deteriorate.
It wasn’t just Fang Qingyuan’s courtyard; people in many of the surrounding enclosures had poked their heads out to watch. There was no shortage of Foundation Establishment Cultivators among the spectators.
Gawking at a spectacle is human nature, but getting personally involved is another matter entirely. So, the onlookers simply watched. It was highly unlikely any of them would step in to help.
Fang Qingyuan was no different. He and Jinbao hovered in the air above the courtyard, having found a good vantage point. ’That bare-chested fighter is clearly a Body Cultivator,’ he mused. ’I wonder how many of Situ Jingyu’s punches he could take.’
Situ Jingyu watched the fight below, her fists clenching and unclenching. She was clearly itching to jump in, but for Fang Qingyuan’s sake, she forced herself to hold back.
Situ Jingyu knew her purpose here was to assist Fang Qingyuan, so it was best not to stir up unnecessary trouble. If she had been alone, however, she would have intervened without a second thought.
Fang Qingyuan had been content to watch the show, but unexpectedly, the Cultivator standing guard on the sidelines sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring. The smile on his face vanished. He scanned the surroundings, and finally, his small eyes locked onto Fang Qingyuan.
"It’s you?!"
Seeing this pig-like Cultivator glaring at him, Fang Qingyuan was utterly baffled. ’Is it risky just to be a spectator now?’ he wondered. ’I didn’t say a word.’
"Old Ox, stop playing around! I’ve found the one who killed Old Snake and Old Rooster!"
After shouting to his companion in the fray, the fat Cultivator leaped into the air, summoned a Magical Artifact, and sent it hurtling toward Fang Qingyuan!
Hearing this, Fang Qingyuan instantly understood. ’So, these two are members of the Twelve Yuan Beasts,’ he realized. ’That "Old Ox" must be Ox Face, and this fat Cultivator... could he be Pig Face?’
’But according to the intel from Black Hand, there are only two Early-stage Foundation Establishment members in the Twelve Yuan Beasts. What are the odds I’d run into both of them here?’
He had no time for further thoughts. Seeing the Magical Artifact flying at him, Fang Qingyuan reacted at once, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Senior Sister, save me!"
In truth, he didn’t even need to shout. The moment Situ Jingyu saw the fat Cultivator make a move on Fang Qingyuan, she leaped in front of him, her broad shoulders completely shielding him from the attack.
The Magical Artifact the fat Cultivator had launched was a hook, wreathed in ghostly fire and accompanied by the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves. Before it even reached him, its presence made Fang Qingyuan feel agitated and restless, his mind filling with distracting thoughts.
If even Fang Qingyuan was affected, the onlookers in the surrounding courtyards were faring much worse. Several mortals collapsed to the ground upon hearing the sound, evidently dead.
The surrounding Cultivators were instantly filled with shock and anger. This fat Cultivator was outrageously brazen, daring to use a Demonic Magical Artifact right in front of everyone.