A one-armed man walked upright along the path that led out of the forest. His muscular right hand carried a large bundle of firewood slung over his shoulder. Despite having only one arm, he showed no sign of struggling with the task. As for his left arm—whether it had been missing since birth or lost through some misfortune—there was no indication that he possessed one at all. The empty left sleeve of his shirt flapped in the wind, clearly revealing nothing solid within. Like most villagers, he wore a bamboo hat to shield his face from the burning rays of the sun. A tuneless whistle escaped his lips, reflecting the lightness in his heart. As he reached the edge of the forest, his steps suddenly halted. The whistle died in his throat. His gaze grew sharp as he noticed an old man stumbling toward him in a panic. “Fang Yun...!” the old man shouted. “What is it, Grandpa?” Fang Yun frowned, trying to guess what had happened. “Judging from your face, it’s like you’ve just seen a gho

The four men growled in anger. They clicked their tongues in frustration after none of their attacks landed a hit. What baffled them even more was that the twig in the young man's hand remained unscathed, despite clashing repeatedly with their weapons.Unbeknownst to them, Fang An had channeled his inner energy into the twig, making it as hard as metal."Kill him now!" shouted the man with a green headband, the leader of the group.Fang An had no desire to drag this fight out. He steadied his stance and launched forward, increasing his speed to swiftly eliminate all four of them.Truthfully, it wasn’t difficult for the red-haired youth to defeat them. He had already gauged their abilities and was merely testing the durability of the twig he had infused with energy.This was the first time Fang An had taken a life since he began learning martial arts. The four men were unable to withstand his fierce assault. Their skulls shattered, one after another, as the twig struck with lethal prec

"Could it be that he already had martial arts skills before he came to this sect?" he murmured, wondering in his heart."He's clearly lying, Your Majesty. How could a weakling like him possibly kill four bandits who were quite well-known in this region? Even if Fang An knew martial arts, why did he never fight back whenever I hit him?" Zhang Wuji blurted out unconsciously.Yun Xia glared wide-eyed at his son, who had lost control. "What did you say? So those bruises on Fang An’s body were your doing?"Zhang Wuji suddenly realized he had spoken carelessly. There was no way to take back the words that had already slipped from his mouth. The rice had already become porridge. With a touch of arrogance, Zhang Wuji admitted his actions."A weakling like him doesn’t deserve to be in our sect, Father! As long as he’s here, I won’t stop tormenting him until he leaves!""You've made a fatal mistake, Zhang Wuji. If you knew who Fang An really is, you wouldn't even dare to look him in the eye!" Y

The young man yawned widely while stretching both of his arms. He had to admit—sleeping on a tree had made his body stiff and sore. All the interconnected muscles throughout his body felt painfully tense. He had been forced to maintain his balance the entire night to avoid falling.Fang An looked off into the distance, toward the direction where the sounds of fighting had come from. His position atop the tree gave him a slight advantage in visibility, although a few large trees blocked parts of his view.It wasn’t usually in Fang An’s nature to meddle in others’ business, but for some reason, his heart seemed to urge him to approach the scene of the fight.He leapt lightly to the ground and quickened his pace, moving confidently across a carpet of fallen leaves and lush green grass.About thirty meters from the battle, Fang An stopped and leaned against a tree trunk. His sharp gaze focused on the dozens of men clashing with one another, while his tongue played with a blade of grass tu

Sky SwordEnergy surged out of every pore on Lung Wei’s body. Her black staff trembled violently as the power she released grew more intense.“You’ve underestimated me, boy! I’ll show you that the Warrior of the Serpent Valley is not just an empty title!” Lung Wei growled in irritation at Fang An’s blatant disrespect.“Hehehe... that’s only what you think, Lung Wei. I never underestimated you—I'm simply confident that I can kill you!”“It’s the same, fool! That means you're looking down on me!” Lung Wei’s voice rose sharply. The veins on her wrinkled neck bulged, revealing the immense force behind her tone.“Come, attack me first, Lung Wei! But forgive me in advance if this sword tears your wrinkled skin apart.”“You bastard...! Filthy brat...! Die, you wretch!” Lung Wei could no longer contain her fury.With a stomp of her right foot, her aging figure shot toward Fang An, the serpent-headed tip of her staff leading the charge.The wind howled around her as she sliced through the air.