Chapter 507: Each Has Damage

The fire was already very fierce, and a loud explosion came from above Tongfu Inn, causing everyone to retreat together. Those purple flames were extremely powerful, water couldn't extinguish them, and in just this short time, half of the inn had been burned down. Fortunately, this inn was a single building, so the fire didn't spread to other nearby buildings.

But a large amount of black ash floated in the air, making the onlookers cough continuously.

"Who set this fire?"

He Lingchuan and Fan Sheng both pointed at each other: "Him!"

Magistrate Tian felt his head grow big.

He Lingchuan saw his face was so bitter it was about to drip water, walked over, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Forget it, I'll help you, just put it all on the Crown Prince's account."

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but Magistrate Tian's appearance was particularly appropriate and timely, effectively stopping the other party from continuing to attack.

This pair of brothers from the Tongxin Guard were not only powerful in cultivation, but their background also seemed very remarkable. He Lingchuan only had the fierce tiger Jiao Yu as a helper, so fighting them was too much of a disadvantage.

He knew very well what the other party was calculating, and the moment Magistrate Tian shouted out the Crown Prince's special envoy status, Fan Sheng couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore, pretending not to know the opponent's identity, so this battle had to end.

Magistrate Tian hurriedly said: "Thank you, Special Envoy."

He Lingchuan moved his feet, and Fan Sheng strode over, coldly saying: "Want to leave?"

"Otherwise?"

Fan Sheng pointed at the giant bear: "You hurt my brother and still want to leave, where in the world is there such a good thing?"

The giant bear didn't even dare to touch the ground with its front paw, standing on three legs.

He Lingchuan also called Jiao Yu to his side, pointing at its chest and front claws: "My brother was also hurt by you, how do you plan to compensate?"

He wasn't lying; there were several cracks on the fierce tiger's fur. Although it wasn't hit directly by the axe, it ate several axe winds, and its front claws were even burned by the purple flames.

Magistrate Tian said weakly: "Both lords..." You two again? At this time, several people walked out of the melon-eating crowd, and the leader was actually Zhongsun Mou.

He looked at the situation in the field and spoke a peacemaking word: "Both lords, give me some face, go to the medical hall to determine the injuries, and then compensate, how about that?"

"Why go to so much trouble?" He Lingchuan said shamelessly, "I am proficient in medical science. You let this giant bear come over every day, and I will treat its injuries. I guarantee it will definitely improve within a month."

Bear monsters are relatively simple in temperament. If it were illuminated by the Soul-Sucking Mirror for thirty days, who knows what changes this guy would have.

He Lingchuan thought with some small expectations.

Fan Sheng's chest heaved twice, and he refused with a livid face: "No need."

The violent bear's vitality was powerful, and its physique was outstanding. Even without any medicine, this injury would heal on its own within a month.

"Then it's nothing?" He Lingchuan shrugged. "Goodbye."

Having said that, he turned and left with the fierce tiger.

Fan Sheng squeezed his fist, his knuckles cracking.

But he still stood in place, only asking Zhongsun Mou: "What kind of good person are you trying to be?"

"Anyway, we can't deal with him for the time being, it's better to let Brother Fan San heal and recuperate early." It would look better on the surface. Zhongsun Mou thought to himself, I warned you not to be arrogant, you didn't listen, who are you going to blame?

But his words sounded nice on the surface, Fan Sheng snorted and didn't reprimand him in court anymore.

He originally thought this He Xiao was just a teenager, and a visitor from a small country, how powerful could he be? Two or three slashes would solve it.

Who knew he was so slippery.

Yes, slippery.

His cultivation might not be very powerful, but he was like a loach, repeatedly not letting him catch his vital points.

Opposite was the carriage station; he went to ask for a carriage and transported the violent bear away.

Magistrate Tian smiled all over his face, and Zhongsun Mou glanced at him: "Are you helping He Xiao hide Fu Songhua?"

Magistrate Tian was startled, waving his hands repeatedly: "No no, there's no such thing!"

"Without you, the local snake, helping, where could he hide the person?"

County Magistrate Tian thought to himself that Baishawan was so large, where couldn't they hide someone? But on the surface, he remained respectful: "When a special envoy acts, where is the need to consult me?"

Zhongsun Mou snorted, ignored him, and turned to board Fan Sheng's carriage.

Magistrate Tian watched the carriage go away with the wheels rumbling, and the smile on his face disappeared.

These high-ranking officials from Lingxu City always looked down on people. But what Zhongsun Mou said was true; where would the special envoy hide the prisoner? A city inn, or a mountain cave in the wilderness? Baishawan was a famous scenic city, but in the end, it was still a small place.

This young special envoy acts boldly, but Magistrate Tian doesn't think he dares to send the Lingxu City criminal away.

Forcibly taking away Fu Songhua could barely be said to be the special envoy asking him to assist in the investigation. This conflict is just a friction between two bureaucratic systems, and as long as the Chiyan monarch comes forward, it is easy to turn a big matter into a small one.

But if Fu Songhua left Baishawan, the nature of the matter would be completely different. Lingxu City could immediately pin the crime of aiding a fugitive on He Xiao.

So, the special envoy must not be stupid.

The giant bear was too big. Even if Fan Sheng requisitioned the largest carriage, its figure almost blocked the space inside the carriage, and the two had to sit in the cracks.

"I have some good medicine there, which can be used for Brother Fan San." Zhongsun Mou's attitude toward the Fan brothers seemed to be Magistrate Tian's attitude toward him.

Fan Sheng said coldly: "No need." He didn't look down on Zhongsun Mou's medicine.

During the conversation, his hands weren't idle, quickly applying medicine to the giant bear, which groaned in pain.

In just this short time, bear blood soaked the wooden boards underneath, and the originally oily and smooth fur was burned bald and scorched by the purple flames, now scarred and miserable to look at.

"With Yuan power protecting the body, the yin poison on that kid's blade couldn't invade." Fan Sheng patted its head, "Bear with it, your bones were also slashed, it will take another six or seven days to heal."

The giant bear's vitality and recovery ability were astonishing. Don't look at how miserable it was now; in fact, for it, this counted as skin trauma.

"That curse master said he was casting a spell to find Fu Songhua's whereabouts, how did this He fellow come over and say he was cursed with a death curse?" Fan Sheng looked up at him, "You sent a flying letter to Qingding City to ask me to come over to assist in the investigation, why didn't you say this person was full of martial power?" If he knew himself and the enemy, he wouldn't have fought like this today.

"He obstructed the investigation, what's strange about saying anything?" Zhongsun Mou sighed. Why didn't he say? He reminded this pair of brothers several times, but they wouldn't listen, what could he do? "This guy is cunning, and his hands are hard, he's not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"Looking at his age, this cultivation is remarkable. In time..." Fan Sheng frowned, "You haven't figured out his background yet?"

"Seems to be from Fu Kingdom, Fu Shanyue doesn't know why he trusts him so much." Zhongsun Mou shook his head, "The time is too short, and the intelligence is too little."

"Appointing a foreigner as a special envoy, this is not a matter in Beijia, it happens every now and then." Beijia's history is too long, there has been nothing new under the sun for a long time. "You are poking around everywhere all day, I thought you had the ability to figure out his background."

"Human power has its limits, otherwise why would I ask for Brother Fan Er's help?" Zhongsun Mou ignored the thorns in Fan Sheng's words. "Killing this He fellow and grabbing Fu Songhua back, I can go back to Lingxu City to hand over the job."

"This job originally had nothing to do with you, why do you have to intervene?" Fan Sheng finished applying medicine to the giant bear and began to bandage it.

"..." Zhongsun Mou said in a low voice, "Isn't it to share the worries for the Emperor."

Fan Sheng snorted, saying one thing and doing another, this guy wants to compete for credit in his heart, right? As a result, he kicked an iron plate.

The violent bear groaned in pain, and Fan Sheng stroked its forehead: "Heal quickly, and then come with me to kill that kid."

He asked Zhongsun Mou again: "Killing He Xiao, the favor my big brother owes your family is settled, right?"

Zhongsun Mou said solemnly: "If this matter is accomplished, I will never dare to bother the Fan brothers again."

"Then where is Fu Songhua hidden? You can always find out, right?"

"Not yet." Zhongsun Mou saw him glare, and hurriedly said, "But soon. He Xiao is not a local resident, the people he knows here are limited, and it's easy to track."

Running more than ten zhang away from the crowd, He Lingchuan still felt the abdomen kicked by Fan Sheng hurting to death, especially when breathing.

He could only adjust his breathing to reduce the pain, while stuffing a pill into his mouth.

Jiao Yu was a bit worried: "Your abdomen is injured, are you okay?"

"Something's wrong." He Lingchuan smiled bitterly, "Fan Sheng's strength is very strong."

When kicked by Fan Sheng, the Soul-Sucking Mirror's protective function was immediately triggered, reducing a lot of damage. Otherwise, the power of that kick was enough to split mountains and crack rocks, and also enough to kick the He Lingchuan before his epiphany in Sanxin Yuan to death instantly.

Now, even if he was running, the true energy in his dantian could continuously relieve the injury.

The significant progress in cultivation was only fully reflected after such a great battle.

Now was not the time to sit down and recuperate. He said to Jiao Yu: "Zhongsun Mou set up a chain trap here, first asking the curse master to deal with me; if it didn't work, there were the Fan brothers waiting."

"This pair of brothers is very powerful, especially Fan Sheng." Jiao Yu had lingering fears, "If I fought him alone, I'm afraid I wouldn't last ten rounds."

They couldn't beat Fan Sheng two against one. Jiao Yu knew very well in his heart that if He Lingchuan hadn't used a surprise move, they would have lost for sure.

"If Zhongsun Mou had this person earlier, he wouldn't have let me take Fu Songhua away." He Lingchuan affirmed, "It must be foreign aid he invited temporarily. But they were still too arrogant, thinking that killing us wouldn't take any effort. Otherwise, if they let the curse master cast spells in the suburbs, there wouldn't be so many onlookers, and Magistrate Tian wouldn't have appeared."

Thinking of this, his heart stirred.

Could it be because Zhongsun Mou and others had special confidence in the nightmare invited by the curse master?

A monster like the Hundred-Faced Nightmare was indeed not something a player of He Lingchuan's level could contend with. The more Zhongsun Mou understood the Hundred-Faced Nightmare, the more he believed it could easily deal with He Lingchuan.

Then there was no need for the curse master to leave the city to cast spells, and the ambush of the Fan brothers was just a backup means.

Probably in his mind, even if He Lingchuan could escape the Hundred-Faced Nightmare's scheme, his divine soul would be severely damaged, unable to pursue the curse master; even if He Lingchuan chased to take revenge, his own strength would be damaged, and he would definitely not be the Fan brothers' opponent.

No matter how you calculate it, He Lingchuan had no hope of winning.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 508 =====