Chapter 404: 404
Chapter 404: Unruly Little Miss Meets The Bandit
Translator: Myriea_ActiasLuna Editor: Nou
"Exalt Xing, I just remembered a question I wanted to ask you… . "
The second young miss Hentian Ning walked over with a smile, and when she got close, she suddenly lost her balance and fell right towards Fang Xing's arms . He was half lying down and appeared shocked at her fall, but he soon smiled . "Second Young Miss, be careful…" he shouted with a laugh before pulling her completely into his embrace without any delay or hesitation . "Nn, what perfume did Second Miss use? It smells so good… . " He snickered while drawing in a breath and holding Hentian Ning in his arms . "What did you want to ask me?"
Hentian Ning showed a sweet smile and sat on Fang Xing's legs . "After what you did to Venerated Big Brother earlier, aren't you scared…?" Her voice was soft, but her cow-horn dagger was slowly making its way closer to Fang Xing's neck .
The dagger had been crafted from the horn of a peril beast called "Fiery Bull", and it contained an extremely potent venom that could kill even a full-mastery Foundation Stage cultivator . Even a single cut and a small amount of venom sinking into the skin would be enough; even if it was detoxified in time, it would still leave the victim's body considerably damaged and their meridians shriveled . A person in such a state would no longer be able to fight and their cultivation level would also diminish, leaving them effectively crippled .
Hentian Ning's smile was gentle, but her act was vicious . It wasn't until the dagger had nearly reached Fang Xing's neck that she showed her true self; she smirked at Fang Xing as he held her chin before she coldly asked, " . . . that this little miss will take your life?"
"Of course I'm not scared… . " Just as Hentian Ning was about to land her strike on Fang Xing's neck, he quickly tightened his grip on her sharp chin and casually placed a Sense Suspension Talisman on her forehead . Hentian Ning was suddenly unable to move, and even the sneer on her face was frozen in place . The hand with the cow-horn dagger was poised less than an inch away from Fang Xing's neck, yet now she didn't have any energy to push it forward .
Fang Xing still held Hentian Ning's thin waist in his embrace as though nothing had happened, and his finger slid down from her forehead as he continued to snicker . "Your forehead is a little too narrow . Your eyes aren't small, but it's a pity they're shaped like triangles, which gives a harsh appearance . The bridge of your nose isn't tall enough, and your lips stick out too much, giving you an unrestrained look that certainly isn't very dignified . Your neck is too thin, your shoulders are too narrow, and your boobs are so lacking that let alone not having much to feel, you might not even have enough for your future babies… . Your waist is thin enough, though, except a little too long, which makes your legs look short… . You can be considered a small-time beauty, but you're honestly not extraordinary at all . And with that bad temperament of yours… . " His expression suddenly changed and he flicked her away .
Although it was only a flick of a finger, Fang Xing had full mastery over Foundation Stage and its power was very substantial . Hentian Ning flew over a dozen feet away before she fell into the pond the red dragon liked to rest on . A yellow talisman paper—the Sense Suspension Talisman—slowly floated down from the air, which Fang Xing caught and placed into his storage sack with a cold smile .
Regardless of anything else, Uncle Fang had been forced to go through an endless stream of danger . His world had been complicated and dangerous from the moment he was weaned off breast milk, so how dare this Hentian Ning try to use her little bit of cleverness to try to compete against him? It was like playing with fire in front of the god of death himself .
"I'm going to kill you…" Hentian Ning's voice rose up from the pond . She jumped back onto shore and continued clutching the dagger in her hand while looking at Fang Xing full of hatred .
If she'd only wanted to cripple Fang Xing before, now she was filled with genuine murderous intent . It wasn't really her fault, either; perhaps any girl who'd been felt by another man while being criticized all over would be as angry as she was . She did not dare to move forward, however, as the solemn coldness Fang Xing gave off suddenly made her feel like some kind of joke .
Fang Xing didn't mind this at all and his sneer returned . "Second Young Miss, although your sister's temperament is as annoying as yours and she likes to dress as a man, at least her appearance is good . Your height isn't as tall as hers, your looks are not as delicate as hers, your boobs are not as big as hers, your butt isn't as perky as hers, and even the time you were born was later than her . How do you intend to compete for a man against her?"
"You're seeking death!" Hentian Ning was infuriated and abruptly dashed towards Fang Xing with the cow-horn dagger, but she did still have some small preparations . Although on the surface she came straight at Fang Xing with her dagger, there was a slight glimmer of light beneath her feet and two thorny vines quietly crept out from behind Fang Xing's chair . The tips of both vines had a small flower apiece, and as the petals opened, some poisonous fumes were released .
A flash of green light also appeared at the opening of Hentian Ning's sleeve, and a small green snake flew out to try to bite towards Fang Xing's neck . As the snake's mouth slightly opened to bite down, she shouted and a hair-thin needle shot out from between her lips, so thin as to be nearly invisible to the naked eye under the bright sun . By the time her voice had reached Fang Xing's ears, the needle had arrived right in front of him . It was clear the second young miss truly hated Fang Xing to the extreme to immediately go for a fatal attack like this .
Although Hentian Ning's cultivation level was low, she did have plenty of random and strange things, and perhaps even late-Foundation Stage cultivators could die from her hands if they did not pay enough attention . Unfortunately for her, such small tricks were like child's play in front of Fang Xing, who had a spirit sense more powerful than even ordinary early Golden Cores . This crafty and unruly little miss had bumped into a real bandit this time and was just like a mouse running into a cat .
Fang Xing blew some air first, easily dealing with the silver needle she'd shot out from between her lips . His gaze then concentrated, and the illusion of a golden feather suddenly materialized and chopped the green snake into two, causing its halves to twist on the ground with inevitable death . A transparent barrier formed behind him as well, blocking the purple smog from coming close .
When Hentian Ning saw Fang Xing break through all her killing tricks without even having to move, she could only feel terror and shock and her movement towards him became hesitant . Fang Xing didn't give her the chance to retreat, however, and all five of his fingers clawed at the air to grab her over . He held onto the clothes in front of her chest, tugged her securely atop his legs, and forced her to lean against his knees with a giant pressure preventing her from moving .
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