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Fang Zhi hated him deeply, secretly hiding five White Zombies, preparing to harm him in the dark. He had been watching from the sidelines, hoping to see him suffer a bit. Who would have thought that Liu Linglang was so cunning and tricky, leaving Wu Fei in a pitiful state? The Corpse Driving Four Clans were all connected by blood; if he didn't act now, it would be difficult to explain later. He cleared his throat and said, "Brother Wei, killing someone is not just a matter of hitting them lightly. The Corpse Driving Four Clans have always been united; don't you think this is a bit excessive?"
Wei Ning replied coldly, "This person is inherently malicious and has shown such disrespect to the God of Joy. He has already violated the ancestral teachings of Zhu You. My family’s Liu is merely punishing his ancestors a little; why are you not satisfied with that?"
Fang Zhi forced a smile and said, "That's not it. Regardless of how Brother Wu behaves, it's still a family matter that should be handled by their elders. It shouldn't involve you, Brother Wei, and... your companion here. If this matter reaches the ears of the Wu Family elders, it might damage the harmony between the Corpse Driving Four Clans..."
Wei Ning countered, "The God of Joy is the foundation of our Zhu You's existence. Even if the Wu Family elders find out, they will agree with my actions. Are you suggesting that my Wei Family has become too weak over the years to manage your affairs?"
As he spoke, Wei Ning's eyes sparkled with intensity, piercing into Fang Zhi's pupils. Fang Zhi felt a shiver run through him under that gaze and involuntarily weakened his stance.
At that moment, Wu Fei, hanging from a tree, looked pale and desperate. No matter how much he struggled, the Ink Line felt like it was cutting into his very insides; the more he fought, the more it hurt. He shouted urgently, "Brother Fang, he must be a spy sent by Taiping Dao! If you don’t capture him now, he will surely disrupt the Corpse Driving Conference!"
Given Fang Zhi's temperament, he wouldn't act without at least ninety percent certainty. The impression left by Wei Ning's seemingly magical movements and Liu Linglang's near immunity to physical attacks had deeply rooted itself in his mind. If it weren't for Wu Fei's disgraceful behavior and Wei Ning's overwhelming presence making him somewhat angry and embarrassed, he probably wouldn't have acted at all.
However, despite their decades-long rivalry, the Wu Family and Fang Family had maintained an outward appearance of harmony. Even if he had a thousand unwilling thoughts in his heart, Wu Fei still had to be saved.
Fang Zhi suddenly became serious and looked at Wei Ning. "Friend, as long as you apologize now and swear never to set foot in Hunan again, we will treat this as if nothing happened and let you leave. But if you refuse, I believe you have seen the power of my Gu Corpse; don't blame me for being heavy-handed when it comes time!"
By referring to Wei Ning as "friend" instead of "Brother Wei," Fang Zhi clearly rejected Wei Ning's status as a descendant of the Wei Family.
Wei Ning reached into his pocket and pulled out the Soul Bell, sneering as he said, "Whether I am part of the Wei Family is not for you to decide. If you want to fight, then let’s fight; what’s with all this nonsense?"
Seeing Wei Ning's Soul Bell made Fang Zhi's heart tremble. The bell was ancient in shape and could not possibly be replicated by market fakes; its appearance confirmed Wei Ning's identity beyond doubt. However, given the situation, Fang Zhi could only brace himself.
With a strike of his Yin Luo, Fang Zhi quickly retreated. Wei Ning shouted loudly, "Liu, step aside; watch how I handle this."
Liu loved excitement; seeing Wei Ning about to take action made her forget about the Ink Line in her hands as she clapped enthusiastically. "Great! Go for it, Wei Ning!" Her cheeks flushed with excitement, making her look quite adorable.
Fang Zhi activated Yin Luo, the sound of the copper bell ringing like a death knell. Gu Corpse, who was standing nearby, opened his eyes wide and swiftly lunged at Wei Ning. Wei Ning shouted, "Come on!" However, no matter how fast Gu Corpse was, he could not outpace Wei Ning. Moreover, Gu Corpse was controlled by the sound of the bell, which slowed him down just enough. In an instant, Wei Ning dodged to the side with a speed invisible to the naked eye, moving like a flash of lightning to stand directly in front of Fang Zhi. Fang Zhi was taken aback and had no time to react; Wei Ning had already drawn a Peach Wood Sword, its blade shimmering with a strange black light, and calmly placed it against Fang Zhi's neck. Fang Zhi's face turned pale; in that moment, he realized he had lost.
In martial arts, speed is paramount!
Wei Ning said lightly, "I don't want to waste my energy dealing with your God of Joy. If you know what's good for you, you'll take him back; otherwise, you'll face the consequences."
Fang Zhi never imagined that there could be someone in this world who could exceed the limits of physical speed and effortlessly subdue him. At this moment, Gu Corpse was also powerless to intervene. With his teeth clenched, Fang Zhi commanded Yin Luo to stop, and Gu Corpse immediately halted as well.
Watching from the side, Wu Fei was dumbfounded and didn't dare make a sound. He understood clearly that although he didn't know how Wei Ning achieved this feat, this person had surpassed human comprehension. He and Fang Zhi were merely two ants in Wei Ning's hands, easily crushed at any moment.
Without breaking a sweat.
"I will report today's events truthfully at tomorrow's Corpse Driving Conference," Wei Ning continued. "Today I only gave you a slight reprimand. I hope you can learn from this lesson. Remember, in this world, no matter what happens, the dead must be respected. Taking pleasure in the dead is the act of the lowest scoundrels."
After finishing his words, Wei Ning sheathed the Peach Wood Sword and said to Liu Linglang, "Liu, let's go. We'll come back tomorrow."
"Wei Ning, you're amazing!" Liu Linglang exclaimed excitedly as she clapped her hands and laughed. "I want to marry you."
At this remark, Wei Ning was left both amused and bewildered. "You little ghost, do you even know what marriage means?"
"Exactly!" Hearing this from under the umbrella, Ding Ying could no longer hold back. She jumped out and patted Liu Linglang on the head. "You little ghost, if you keep saying such nonsensical things, there will be no more Dove chocolates for you."
"Sister, good sister! I don't want to marry Wei Ning anymore; can I marry you instead? You can give me Dove chocolates..."
"Ghost," Ding Ying said with a playful smile, "What do you understand..."
Wei Ning sighed inwardly, thinking of Qiqi. A mix of emotions swirled within him.
At that moment, Fang Zhi's expression shifted between uncertainty and determination. If he allowed Wei Ning to leave like this, tomorrow he would have to announce his connection with Wu Fei and the Fighting Corpse to everyone. Even with family backing him, he would likely incur the wrath of the crowd. After that, there would be no place for him and Wu Fei in Zhu You School. He exchanged a glance with Wu Fei, who had just broken free from the Ink Line, and the meaning was clear:
No matter what, he had to keep Wei Ning here; he could not let Wei Ning go.
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