Fang Yu felt an inexplicable stir in his heart.

He slightly turned his head, glancing at Ye Wenjun's profile.

Still exquisitely peerless.

Beautiful beyond words.

Just like her personality, seemingly gentle as water, but in reality, fiercely loyal.

Fang Yu did not speak.

He gently rested his hand on her shoulder.

Ye Wenjun's body trembled slightly, offering no resistance...

...

Early the next day.

Fang Yu went alone to Jin City in Ze State.

Returning to the Lu Family.

Everything had changed beyond recognition.

The streets were desolate, the flow of people sparse.

Only some frail and sick were sitting in front of their houses, guarding the deserted roads. Occasionally someone would shout, laying out their stalls.

Fang Yu sighed.

"The ways of the world are ever-changing."

From an old man, Fang Yu learned that since the Lu Family's Nine Layers Hall was destroyed, the descendants of the Lu Family scattered one after another, leaving their homeland behind.

The families in Ze State that once depended on the Lu Family also declared their disassociation.

Many enemies also came knocking.

After all, the Lu Family used to be too arrogant, bullying others with their power. Now, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; and when the wall collapses, everyone pushes it.

No wonder all the descendants of the Lu Family had fled from the clan.

...

With no one to stand in his way, the path was unobstructed.

He reached the dilapidated steps.

"The destructive power that night was really fierce."

With every Hall he passed, Fang Yu would exclaim, "I was really that strong."

When he reached the Seventh Layer Hall, he could see the plaza of the Eighth Layer Hall. It was also where the Seven Stars Formation was etched, where most of the Lu Family's descendants had died.

Fang Yu noticed that there were quite a few people on the plaza, walking back and forth, searching with their heads down.

He quickened his pace and approached.

"This sword is not bad... It didn't even break, while the others are all shattered..."

"You are really lucky. I just found a jade pendant."

"Haha... You guys are crap, I found a gold silk corset, it must be the Lu Family miss's personal belonging!"

"Darn! You have such good luck?"

The crowd gathered together, assessing the finds, and envy was written on their faces.

Fang Yu heard their discussion and then understood why there were so many people here. They were hoping to scavenge some valuable items from the deceased Lu Family members.

Many of them were draped with all sorts of treasures.

Treasure Swords, adornments, wealth... they had everything.

Fang Yu arrived at the Eighth Layer Hall.

"Brother, you're new, right?" a man said to Fang Yu.

"Newcomers should start searching from the back, don't cut in line!"

"Yes, we have to follow the order of arrival! Otherwise, don't blame us for turning heartless."

Hearing their warnings, Fang Yu was indifferent.

He walked straight onto the plaza.

These items were not his goal, so there was no need for him to compete with them...

However...

As soon as he stepped onto it, someone shouted at him:

"Hey, are you deaf? I told you to stand at the back!"

Fang Yu turned his head to look.

That one was a stout man, fat, but with a large build and physically strong.

Fang Yu ignored him and continued forward.

This action immediately aroused the anger of the people.

After all, this was the Lu Family's territory, where even a random treasure could cause people outside to scramble for it. With luck, they could find an exceptional treasure that would secure a lifetime of comfort and ease.

So...

Who would tolerate a lone person, searching ahead of them?

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you bastard! Stop right there!"

Four or five people quickly surrounded him, blocking Fang Yu's way.

Fang Yu frowned slightly, and said indifferently, "Is there a problem?"

"Nonsense! What do you mean 'is there a problem'? Are you deaf?"

His companions also shouted, "Get lost! Dare to stand before your grandpa, looking for death?"

Fang Yu had no intention of competing with them.

But then he thought, he wanted to go to the plaza of the Nine Layers Hall.

Perhaps, there would be more people there.

More people also meant more noise.

Fang Yu's expression turned indifferent, a faint killing intent appeared, pervading the air.

Just as he was about to grip the Mandala Flower—

"Tianyuan Sword Manual!"

Someone nearby roared.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Everyone's gaze converged, all looking over.

Even Fang Yu couldn't help but shift his focus.

The Tianyuan Sword Manual had always been the strongest martial technique of the Lu Family, as well as the sword skill their descendants were most proud of.

Numerous martial artists from all over aspired for it.

Their goal for this trip was also to find this sword manual on the Lu Family's turf.

Unexpectedly...

They found it!

The Lu Family had always guarded the Tianyuan Sword Manual very strictly, only the core members ever had the chance to hold and see it.

"Tianyuan Sword Manual, it really is the Tianyuan Sword Manual..."

One person excitedly held the sword manual, coming to the center of the plaza with a face full of excitement.

The crowd around all flocked towards him.

No one searched for anything else anymore; everyone's attention was on the person who picked up the manual.

Fang Yu glanced over and quickly made out what it was. It was made from sheepskin... Pure paper material would have turned to dust in combat, there's no reason it would have survived.

At this moment—

The crowd continued to advance.

Pairs of eyes, like wolves, were fixed dead on that Tianyuan Sword Manual.

The man's face changed slightly as he realized the gravity and danger of the situation.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm warning you, this is what I found! None of you come over here!"

"We agreed, whoever finds it keeps it!"

"Back off!"

However...

How could he, alone and without support, compete with everyone in the plaza for the Tianyuan Sword Manual?

"Hand over the sword manual and get lost!" A middle-aged man stood with a graceful demeanor, his eyes deep.

This man was clearly a powerful master.

His aura and demeanor stood out from the crowd.

"Impossible! The manual I've finally found... whoever dares to come near, I'll burn it!" The man immediately took out a lighter from his pocket.

"Idiot! Don't you know that what you have in your hand is the original copy? An original made from sheepskin isn't afraid of fire!"

Hearing this, the man's face turned pale in an instant.

The crowd was also startled.

It was actually the original!

Its value had just doubled from the original estimate.

At this moment, a steady voice rang out over the plaza—

"Put down the sword manual."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

The speaker was none other than Fang Yu, who had just arrived not long ago.

His face was indifferent, his gaze sharp, staring at the sheepskin scroll.

The whole place quieted down.

"Put down the sheepskin scroll, I'll spare you from death... Those who do not heed this warning—die!"

Instantly.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"This kid is crazy!"

"Idiot!"

"Who does he think he is!"

"Kill him first! Then we'll talk about the manual, I've been annoyed with this bastard for a while now!"

The conflict that had just shifted was instantly redirected towards Fang Yu by himself.

But he didn't care at all.

Seeing that they didn't do as he had said, he shook his head—

"Very well. Let me send you on your way."

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