Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 231 - 82: Five Thunders Hand!

"Who believes it?"

Fang Zheng nodded.

Hundred Households Commander Kong was not one of the four Households Commanders’ men, he was directly under General Song, having risen from being Song Kewang’s personal guard to become a Hundred Households Commander, and also attended today’s banquet.

Of course.

He attended as a guard, not qualified to sit at the table.

Who knows what he heard, but when he came back, he was furious, dragging Fang Zheng to drink, looking as if he wanted to kill someone.

"The Ren Family is not an ordinary large family."

Fang Zheng refilled his cup and said:

"Is General Song really planning to move against the Ren Family?"

"I don’t know." Despite Kong’s anger, he knew he couldn’t speak carelessly about such matters. He shook his head and looked towards the backyard:

"Brother Fang, have you asked Miss Jin Shu whether she’s willing to go to the Prefecture City with me?"

"This..." Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, then said:

"This matter needs further discussion."

"Ah!"

Hundred Households Commander Kong sighed softly, looking lonely:

"To be honest, I’ve never been so smitten with a woman before, I really want to marry Miss Jin Shu."

"Whatever the cost!"

"Even heroes have a weakness for the charms of a beautiful woman," Fang Zheng chuckled:

"But I admire Brother Kong’s character, liking someone and saying it aloud directly, no need to hide it, it’s not something to be ashamed of."

"Haha..." Hundred Households Commander Kong laughed heartily, then shook his head:

"Alas, the falling flower has intentions...but what about the heartless stream."

"Indeed!"

"A fairy-like person such as Miss Jin Shu, how could she fancy someone as rough as I am, it is... my wishful thinking."

"Come!"

He raised his cup:

"Let’s drink, let’s drink!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded:

"Drink!"

"One must enjoy life to the fullest while living, don’t leave the golden chalice empty against the moon, why bother with such grievances? Today I’ll accompany Brother Kong, we shall not return unless we’re drunk!"

"Good!" Hundred Households Commander Kong slapped the table:

"Drink!"

After three rounds of drinks, Hundred Households Commander Kong was intoxicated, slumping to the ground in a daze, Fang Zheng walked out of the house, invigorated by the cold wind.

?

"Who?"

He turned to look towards the shadow in the corner.

"Brother Fang has sharp senses."

Xu Xiu emerged from the darkness, looking surprised; this skill of his was a closely guarded ability, yet it had never been discerned by anyone before.

"Heh..."

Fang Zheng let out a light laugh:

"I’m just familiar with the place."

He naturally couldn’t say he had cultivated True Qi, heightening his senses, and the aura on the other was somewhat similar to the Elemental Thunder Skill.

He then waved his hand and asked:

"Brother Xu, what brings you here?"

"..."

Xu Xiu was silent for a moment, then said:

"About the Ren Family, Brother Fang should know by now?"

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"This is good; General Song needs heads to claim rewards, if he takes the Ren Family as a target, perhaps he won’t bother others."

"No need for Brother Xu to continue hiding either."

"Heh..." Xu Xiu chuckled lightly:

"Does Brother Fang truly believe Song Kewang is killing to gain merit with the Imperial Court?"

"Uh..." Fang Zheng blinked:

"Isn’t that so?"

"Of course not!" Xu Xiu looked grave and said:

"As far as I know, Song Kewang is refining a Demonic Weapon and needs a blood ritual, which is why he continually orders his men to arrest people."

"He even..."

"Kills innocents to claim merit!"

A Demon Artifact?

A blood ritual?

Fang Zheng’s eyelids twitched.

He did not doubt Xu Xiu’s words, after all, there were similar rumors around town, and the other had no reason to lie to him, but having already killed so many, still not enough?

What kind of weapon requires the sacrifice of so many people to forge?

"Brother Fang."

Xu Xiu stepped forward, speaking earnestly:

"Song Kewang has entered the path of demon with his weapon refining, a person like this as a general will only bring calamity to the people, if he completes the Demon Artifact, who knows how many more will die to satisfy his desires."

"He,"

"Is the one who truly deserves to die!"

"Hmm." Fang Zheng neither agreed nor disagreed:

"Why is Brother Xu telling me this?"

No matter what the other said, he had no interest in getting involved, no matter how evil Song Kewang was, it had nothing to do with him.

"Song Kewang deserves to die."

Xu Xiu squinted, saying:

"We plan to kill him!"

Hmm?

Fang Zheng looked surprised, speechless in his heart.

Song Kewang was stationed at the military camp, being a Great Cycle Peak Martial Artist; even experts who had cultivated the Leakless True Body couldn’t kill him.

"Courageous indeed."

He cupped his hand towards the other, smiling:

"I wish Brother Xu success in his endeavor."

"Brother Fang need not be sarcastic," Xu Xiu said:

"I want to ask Brother Fang for a favor."

"Apologies." Fang Zheng shook his head, immediately rejecting:

"I lack the strength, and there’s nothing I can do to help. If Brother Xu is hungry, in light of past friendship, I can offer a meal."

"You..." Xu Xiu was momentarily stunned.

"Senior Brother."

Outside the wall, came a cold voice:

"Why beg him, this man is just a coward, even without him we can find out the military camp’s layout from others."

"Hmph!"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng snorted coldly:

"Do you really think this place is a playground to come and go as you wish? Do you believe I can’t have you captured with a single call?"

"Brother Fang..." Xu Xiu raised his voice slightly:

"I apologize for disturbing you."

"Brother Xu, for the sake of past friendship, let this go for today." Fang Zheng waved his sleeve:

"If you ever come again, don’t blame me for disregarding our past, I am different from you; I just want a simple and stable life."

"This..." Xu Xiu’s face stiffened slightly, then he sighed lightly:

"In that case, I bid you farewell!"

"Farewell!"

Fang Zheng swung his large sleeve.

Watching the figure leave, he shook his head speechlessly:

"What is this about?"

"But then..."

"Xu Xiu is no fool; to speak of storming the military camp to kill Song Kewang of such nonsense, could they have some means?"

What could be their means?

In the entire Gu’an County, how many could threaten Song Kewang?