Free Web NovelChapter 1508: Chapter 670: First Signs of Trouble (Part 2)
But the son simply wouldn’t listen!
Until...
Step!
The disobedient, rebellious son suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The son who feared nothing, challenged everything, suddenly turned pale.
Liu Bixin realized something.
His brain was almost blank at that moment.
A massive shadow blocked the fierce sunlight.
A huge sense of pressure was right behind him, very close, very close!!
"Run!!!"
Liu Bixin let out perhaps the last scream of his life.
It was also the first time his rebellious son was willing to listen to his elder father’s words.
He ran.
He was running.
Run!
Run!!
Watching his son turn and flee, Liu Bixin was filled with tears, his body was like lead, unable to move.
Everyone reacts differently when facing extreme fear.
Liu Bixin was now terrified to the extreme.
When a child is in danger, he can force himself to be brave.
But when the child leaves, when the child starts to escape danger, he lost that courage.
The courage to run.
Stiff.
Entirely stiff, unable to move!
And he began to feel, death was approaching!
The overwhelming sense of oppression and crisis, accompanied by piercing whistling wind, charged in wildly from the left side!
Just realizing this almost exhausted all of Liu Bixin’s physical potential.
Then it was...
Dead silence.
Like the wind of death, passing through his body.
Liu Bixin felt as if his soul was being taken away.
But when he came to his senses...
He found out he was still alive.
Slowly, confusedly, he turned around.
What he saw was a young boy with a leisurely expression, standing on the back of a massive Pig Demon.
By just standing like this, the demon that previously emitted an extremely terrifying aura now trembled with its huge black eyes, its body seemed frozen, not daring to move a muscle!
Even the huge tusk sweeping towards Liu Bixin from the side suddenly halted halfway, not daring any excess movement.
This scene seemed to sear itself into the depths of Liu Bixin’s soul.
He wouldn’t realize, even many years later, he would be unable to forget this scene.
The afternoon sun was scorching, yet the young boy felt slightly disappointed.
With a wave of his hand.
A dozen meters of Bone Blade extended from his hand, effortlessly carving across the Pig Demon’s neck.
Buzz!!
Like a sharp blade slicing through fallen hair.
The enormous Pig Demon’s head produced a slight dislocation with its huge body.
And then...
Thump!!!
The Pig Demon’s head fell heavily to the ground, stirring up dust.
Then, from the severed neck of the Pig Demon, blood spurted out frantically while the upright demon body tilted and fell.
One strike... slain??
Liu Bixin stared dumbfoundedly at the young man.
Memories from a few days ago seemed to be reviving.
He seemed to know who this young man was.
"Diao, Mr. Diao!"
Liu Bixin hurriedly knelt to the ground.
Demon Blood sprayed onto his body, staining his cloth red, but he dared not move a single muscle.
"Frightened, aren’t you? In the future, run when you see demons, I’ll handle them."
Pausing, Fang Yu glanced at the stunned boy standing in the distance.
"Is that your child?"
Liu Bixin’s expression tightened: "Yes, yes!"
"Captain Song is forming a team and needs manpower. People like you staying at the team’s outskirts are exactly what he needs. You can let your son sign up and say I sent him."
Even kneeling on the ground, Liu Bixin widened his eyes in shock, staring blankly at the ground, as his brain slowed down.
Because this was a fortune beyond imagination! A heaven-sent lottery! An opportunity he had never considered.
When he came to senses.
"Thank you for your care, Mr. Diao!"
After saying this, he knocked his forehead several times, ignoring the slight cut.
Fang Yu naturally saw this but didn’t stop him.
For many who have nothing, only sufficient attitude can express their gratitude.
"Though this demon is dead, its stench is spreading. It’s not advisable to stay here long. You should prepare, the team will likely depart soon."
Fang Yu did not mention how to handle the Demon Meat, but it would naturally be collected. This was something he didn’t need to worry about; Song Zhenrong would handle it later.
That’s the advantage of being a hands-off shopkeeper.
Still, Fang Yu was just one person. He could handle a few demons from one direction, but if demons attacked from all directions simultaneously, casualties in the team couldn’t be avoided.
Though Fang Yu never promised to be responsible for everyone in the team, he hoped to prevent any casualties within the team as much as possible.
The members on the outskirts of the team were like human detectors, always the first to encounter demon attacks.
Even after a guard system was set up, starting patrols, these outskirts members still wouldn’t receive security guarantees.
Better to incorporate them and find ways for them to quickly relay messages.
As long as he received the information, it wouldn’t take long to rush over and support them.
At this time, Liu Bixin’s son had already returned to Liu Bixin’s side.
His look towards Fang Yu was very complex.
His expression showed guilt, admiration, remorse, and a natural fear of surviving a disaster, the lingering terror and dread.
Fang Yu said no more, turning back directly.
As for the system prompt, Fang Yu simply ignored it.
A demon with not even ten thousand blood, only a few thousand, couldn’t even provide Experience Points, just an easy one-strike slay.
However, during the previous action...
Fang Yu extended his hand, looking at his palm.
"Ice Blood Storm... seems there’s been some change."
With a thought, beneath the skin surface, something seemed to wriggle like grains, overlapping layers of undulation, his palm burgeoning with rows of sharp protrusions, like dense barbs or spikes.
Fang Yu thought for a moment, the change soon subsided, his palm restored as before.
"Wait for next time, find an opportunity to try it out."
If Ice Blood Storm changed, then rooting into the soil might also have new effects.
Different from other skills, which gradually improve, each enhancement directly feeds back to oneself, completely perceptive of any change.
These two skills, elevated suddenly from a low-level stage to a peak.
Equivalent to a neighbor’s child returning home from a visit, a day before still young, the next day suddenly turned into years later.
Such dramatic change naturally brought a sense of unfamiliarity.
Fortunately, the system was capable; otherwise, no local Martial Artist could elevate a Cultivation Technique from a low realm to such height in such a short time.
...
After Fang Yu left, Liu Bixin looked at his child.
Joining Captain Song’s team, this opportunity was naturally something he hoped his child would seize.
So he directly asked about his child’s intentions.
But the child still blankly looked at the direction Fang Yu departed, murmuring.
"Dad, he... that guy... is about the same age as me, right?"
Not many.
Not many people noticed Fang Yu’s age.
Because at Fang Yu’s level of power, many of appearances are disguised, or maintained by taking Medicine Pills for beauty and shape.
Without understanding Fang Yu’s true background, instinctively they’d assume... Fang Yu was an old monster.
Only someone like Liu Bixin’s naive child or outsiders would think Fang Yu’s age matched his appearance.
"No manners! You should address as Mr. Diao! As for age... Mr. Diao is surely at least a hundred years old, older than your father!"
Liu Bixin said earnestly.
More observation doesn’t always lead to the correct answer.
But the child quickly nodded seriously, his solemn yet somewhat despairing jealous expression immediately softened, dissolved.
Indeed, only such old monsters possessed such terrifying powers.
How could someone like that be just... merely a young boy like him!
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