The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 132 - 117: You Hong’Er’s Sneak Attack; A Gentleman Takes His Revenge

"Junior Brother Fu Ming!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

Yang An and Wild Forbidden both turned to look at Fu Ming, who had appeared between them.

Fu Ming was leaning against a ruined wall with one hand. He suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and only then did he seem to breathe easier.

He slowly raised his head, wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, and then looked at Wild Forbidden.

"Senior Brother, you've gone a bit too far."

His voice was calm and relatively quiet, as if he didn't have much strength to speak.

On the other side, Wild Forbidden looked at Fu Ming, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, but then he suddenly chuckled.

"You must be joking, Junior Brother Fu Ming. I just felt like playing with Junior Brother Jiu for a bit, that's all. Isn't that right, Junior Brother Jiu?"

Wild Forbidden said slowly with a smile on his face, his gaze shifting back to Yang An.

At that moment, Yang An desperately wanted to fire the arrow in his hand. But with his Second Senior Brother, Fu Ming, suddenly appearing between them, Wild Forbidden also seemed ready to let the matter drop.

Since the situation had changed, Yang An couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief internally.

Although he was eager to witness the arrow's power, he had never used it before. If by some chance it failed to kill Wild Forbidden, he would be the one to die.

Without absolute certainty, he thought for a moment and slowly released his grip on the fully drawn bowstring.

"Hehe, Senior Brother is right!"

Yang An replied with a smile of his own. By now, the wounds on his body had all healed.

'You little bastard! Shoot him! Why are you such a coward!'

Seeing Yang An slowly release the string, the Vulgar Mouth Bow's indignant voice instantly rang in his ear.

Only Yang An could hear its voice, which was filled with frustration, as if it was extremely eager for him to shoot the arrow.

The string was already fully drawn; the feeling of it suddenly being released was enough to drive it insane.

Any woman would go crazy!

'I only have the strength for this one shot. If I can't kill him, I'll be the one to die. I can't just act without considering the consequences! I have to save this arrow for a critical moment.'

Yang An responded to the Vulgar Mouth Bow in his mind. His voice, too, could only be heard by the bow.

'AHHHH! You detestable little bastard! Next time you want this old lady to help you, it'll cost you at least a hundred handsome men!

A hundred!!!'

As the Vulgar Mouth Bow shrieked in a fit of rage, Yang An completely released his hand. Still, he kept one hand on the bow and the other on an arrow, just in case.

At this moment, his gaze turned to Fu Ming.

Fu Ming was like the only person in the Life Crane Sect who diligently abided by the Rules.

With Fu Ming here, Wild Forbidden probably wouldn't try to attack him again.

"In that case, Senior Brother should have had his fun. Please, take your leave."

Fu Ming started coughing again, his words not flowing smoothly, but he looked at Wild Forbidden and spoke slowly, his attitude firm.

"Hehehe, we'll meet again some other day, my two junior brothers."

Wild Forbidden gave him a deep look, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Not until Wild Forbidden's figure had completely vanished and the Qi Seal Yang An had placed on him had moved beyond the range of his Qi Seal Sensing Technique did he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Looking at Fu Ming, Yang An thanked him sincerely.

Fu Ming always arrived just in time. It had happened when Zi Luan attacked him last time, and it happened again with Wild Forbidden.

Fu Ming waved his hand, unable to stop himself from coughing a few more times.

"Master has rules. I will report this matter to him. In the Sect, only Senior Brother and Third Junior Sister occasionally disregard them. You needn't worry too much, Junior Brother."

"Okay!"

Yang An nodded. He was about to thank his Second Senior Brother again, but Fu Ming's words made him freeze. The hair on his body suddenly stood on end.

'Third Senior Sister!!'

'Shit! I almost forgot about that competitive one!'

Just as the thought flashed through Yang An's mind, a fragrant breeze suddenly washed over him.

A graceful figure in a light red dress had appeared before him at some unknown point. She held a sword in both hands, her charming face revealing an undisguised madness and excitement.

"Junior Brother! It's my turn!"

Yang An's scalp instantly went numb. The beauty before him was like a venomous scorpion. A chilling sword intent rushed toward him, seemingly freezing the very space around him and making escape impossible.

Although Yang An's body had just recovered, drawing the bow and arrow had consumed all his Mana. His acupoints were now empty, leaving him with no strength to resist.

As the sharp, cold-gleaming sword was about to strike his body, a terrible sense of crisis welled up in Yang An's heart!

'I can't let this sword hit me! I absolutely can't! If it hits me, I'll very likely die!'

"Bow Lady! A hundred handsome men!!"

In his desperation, Yang An had no other choice. He screamed in his mind while subconsciously raising the bow in front of him, trying to draw the string once more.

But You Hong'Er had appeared too suddenly, and the distance between them was too short. There was no time!

Just as his hand was about to pull with force, the tip of the sword had already reached his heart. The sharp sword intent alone made his chest ache.

And at that very moment, a roar echoed in Yang An's ear.

'Not enough! This old lady wants two hundred!!'

The next moment, the bow in Yang An's hand shot forward. A tremendous force erupted from it, directly carrying his arm to strike the incoming sword.

SSSHHH—

Sparks flew through the air with a teeth-grating screech.

But then, an unbelievable scene occurred.

The bow and the longsword collided. Sparks flew from the bow's limbs, but the sword in You Hong'Er's hand shattered on impact, breaking all the way from the tip to the hilt.

It was like a stone hitting an egg, or an iron block smashing tofu.

You Hong'Er clearly hadn't expected this. The murderous, crazed look on her face changed abruptly, and she froze in shock.

This longsword was a Magical Artifact her Master had given her. According to him, it came from the famous Jade Refining Workshop. He had obtained it after annihilating a Sect, and it was forged from the incredibly hard Cold-Dropping Iron.

She had used it for decades, and not a single nick had ever appeared on the blade. It was as good as new.

But now, it had shattered?!

'That bow...'

She looked at the pure white bow clutched tightly in Yang An's hand.

'Just what is the origin of that bow?!'

CLATTER—

A large number of sword fragments fell to the ground with a clatter. You Hong'Er stood there, stunned, holding only the hilt.

Yang An was also dumbfounded.

'Seriously? Is Bow Lady really this fierce?!'

'She can go head-to-head with other weapons! She just smashed You Hong'Er's sword to pieces!'

'Since when is a bow harder than a sword?'

'The Workshop Master never told me this! The bow can be used like this?'

'A piece of scrap metal dares to act all high and mighty in front of this old lady? Ptooey!'

The Vulgar Mouth Bow's voice immediately rang in Yang An's ear, filled with disdain.

'It's a deal! You little bastard! Two hundred handsome men! Not one less!!'

"..."

It all happened too fast. In a mere instant, before You Hong'Er's longsword could pierce Yang An's body, it had shattered to pieces.

Both of them were stunned. You Hong'Er reacted a split second faster, but it was already too late for her to strike again.

Just then, between the two of them, a mass of flesh covered in black fuzz shot up wildly from underground, completely shielding Yang An.

"Junior Sister!"

Fu Ming's weak voice called out. A flash of surprise, just as fleeting, crossed his sickly pale face as he looked at You Hong'Er.

Staring at the mass of flesh blocking her way, You Hong'Er was unwilling to give up, but she had lost her chance to attack.

Her body was trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, as if on the verge of tears, but she bit her lip so hard that it bled.

She had lost!

Senior Brother had been able to beat Yang An to the point where he couldn't fight back. If Fu Ming hadn't appeared, Yang An would have died.

But when it was her turn, even with a sneak attack, not only did she fail to injure Yang An, but her beloved weapon was now in pieces on the ground.

This time... was a devastating defeat!

With a cold snort, You Hong'Er threw away the remaining hilt, and with a gust of fragrance, vanished in the blink of an eye.

The hilt hit the ground with a THUD. You Hong'Er had come and gone in a flash, her entire appearance lasting only a few breaths.

Seeing that You Hong'Er was finally gone, Yang An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart pounding with lingering fear.

'So close! Just a hair's breadth! I would have died at either Wild Forbidden's hands or You Hong'Er's.'

'What a pair of fucking weirdos!'

'A gentleman always gets his revenge. Just you wait!'

The mass of flesh in front of him quickly retracted back underground, revealing Fu Ming's figure. He was again vomiting blood violently.

Yang An returned the arrow to his Meat Burial Talisman and slung the Bow Lady back over his shoulder before looking gratefully at Fu Ming again.

"Thank you again, Senior Brother!"

Fu Ming's expression was not good.

"I will report this to Master. Junior Brother, do you wish to accompany me to Heavenly Respect Pavilion?"

Yang An hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He decided it was best to go with Fu Ming to see the old man now.

Even though Wild Forbidden and You Hong'Er were gone, if they decided to circle back for another attack, he would be completely defenseless.

The two of them immediately left and headed toward Heavenly Respect Pavilion.

A quarter of an hour later, walking slowly behind Fu Ming, they finally arrived at Heavenly Respect Pavilion. The two of them bowed outside the pavilion and were granted an audience with Elder Life Crane.

Inside the main hall, Elder Life Crane stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from them. Only his He Tou was turned around, looking at the entering Fu Ming and Yang An with a sinister smile.

When the two had drawn near, the He Tou stretched its long neck out in front of Yang An, looking him up and down.

"Tsk tsk tsk! I never would have thought, little disciple. To obtain a Cultivation Technique right under my nose, without me even noticing... impressive!"

Yang An's heart immediately tensed.

He knew that obtaining the Visceral Stone Realm Cultivation Technique from the Earth Spirit Stele would eventually be exposed to the old man as his Cultivation Level rose.

Although Yang An had prepared for this, planning to let them think he had only obtained the Early Stage of the Viscera Stone Realm technique and hide the rest for as long as possible—since neither the old man nor the old monster could see through it anyway.

But with the He Tou right in front of him, his acupoints completely empty of Mana, and no strength to resist, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

However, just as Yang An was preparing to bluff his way through, the Bow Lady's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

'What the hell is this thing? Why is it so ugly? So ugly!

Get away from it! This old lady can't stand it!'

"..."

Yang An chose to ignore the Bow Lady's complaints.

He organized his thoughts, having already figured out how to answer the old monster.

But just as he looked up, he saw the old monster squinting, his gaze suddenly fixed on the Vulgar Mouth Bow slung over his back.

A bad feeling instantly rose in Yang An's heart.

'Oh no!'

'Don't tell me this old monster can hear the Bow Lady's voice?!'