Chapter 121: The Hero Appears

"Commoners of the Jianghu, how outrageous! Simply outrageous!"

Outside the city, the Captain of the Guards, preparing to return to the capital, watched the disdainful youth nearby, his steel blade trembling in his rage.

Although it is said that the Jianghu belongs to the Jianghu and the Court belongs to the Court, the government's control over the people of Wu Lin is virtually non-existent.

Yet such a brazen face-to-face provocation, this naked disregard and contempt, still made the Captain of the Guards' anger surge.

"Gossiping behind my back, I could have turned a blind eye, but now that you face me, show me some respect!"

"A few cultivators who have merely shed their mortal bodies dare to be so arrogant; if they enter the Path to Ascend Heaven later, won't they reach the sky?"

Noticing the Captain's gaze, the youth raised an eyebrow and said, "What's the matter? Want to clash with me? I'll let you use one hand; how about one of you against all of you?"

Seeing the situation was on the verge of exploding into a brawl at any moment, the young lady inside the phoenix carriage behind him said, "Commander Yan, do not start a conflict; withdraw for now."

With the Princess's command, the Captain of the Guards breathed a sigh of relief.

This outing was rushed; there was no commander of the Path to Ascend Heaven level stationed within the formation.

Or rather, cultivators of the Path to Ascend Heaven are precious; during ordinary times, the Princess has no right to mobilize them for protection.

If a fight broke out, by the time the city reacted and sent reinforcements, they would likely only find the minced meat of these guards.

As the escort formation moved aside, the youth lifted his head with high spirits and, attended by his followers, was carried before Fang Can's procession.

Looking at the Heart-Image cultivator at the front who was on high alert, the youth smiled wickedly:

"Oi, call your master out. I heard he defeated Wan Chenyu, ranked 325, after a fierce dragon-tiger struggle; he does have some strength. Let's compare with me, Fu Yuxiang."

As the youth's words left his mouth, the onlookers around them came to their senses.

"Fu Yuxiang? Isn't that the one ranked 257 on the Hidden Dragon List?"

"But Fang Can actually defeated Wan Chenyu, ranked 325; hasn't he only cultivated for a short while?"

"In the top thousand of the Hidden Dragon List, every fifty ranks represent a huge gap; Fang Can seems doomed this time."

As the surrounding crowd discussed the spectacle, the royal guards waiting nearby showed expressions of disgust.

"Jianghu commoners only know how to be brave and fight, ignoring the law to gather and brawl; they reek of mud and dirt."

Unlike the surrounding guards, the young lady inside the phoenix carriage showed an expression of anticipation; having lived in seclusion for so long, combat and killing were too far from her world.

The only time she had watched a battle was at the previous Great Competition of Nations ten years ago, but the memory had already faded; in her impression, it had been very intense.

And in another formation, yet another young cultivator showed a look of contempt; a mere 257 was not even half of his 249.

When the time comes, let the 257 fight Fang Can; only the victor will be qualified to face him, saving him from having to fight twice.

Facing the youth's provocation, Ye Yonglie stepped out of the formation and said with dignity, "My Lord God has already entered the city to tour; if you wish to challenge, wait here first."

Fang Can is not here; he has already entered the city?

At the thought of this, the youth's expression stiffened, and he immediately asked, "Then when will he return?"

"The affairs of the Lord God cannot be predicted by us believers; whenever the Lord wishes to return, he will return," Ye Yonglie said matter-of-factly.

Knowing the nature of believers, the 257 waved his hand impatiently; they had come all this way specifically to pick a fight, so waiting a bit longer was fine.

Thinking this, the 257, with a hint of displeasure, crossed his arms and waited on the spot.

And as the 257 waited, like at a concert, countless crowds called out to friends and companions, running toward the city.

"Fang Can is in the city, and in a while he is going to fight someone from the Hidden Dragon List?"

"Really? I must call more people to watch."

"Hey, hey, hey, the Hidden Dragon List and the Ascending Dragon List are fighting at the gate!"

At this moment, in the teahouse, Fang Can and Ye Qingshi sat at one table listening to the storyteller and drinking tea.

At this moment, the storyteller's mouth had already reached the chapter titled "Imprisoned and Bloodied in the Tiger Fierce Prison, The Killer Is the Ascending Dragon Fang Can."

To be fair, these plotlines were put together quite well; Fang Can himself was somewhat drawn in.

When the story reached a thrilling point, wealthy patrons threw several strings of copper coins as tips.

Just as the tea guests were listening intently, a series of clamors suddenly came from outside the house, breaking the atmosphere in the teahouse.

Instinctively, someone wanted to curse, but immediately a person from outside burst in shouting:

"There is a huge spectacle at the South City Gate; the Ascending Dragon Fang Can is about to fight the Hidden Dragon List; if you don't watch now, you won't get another chance."

With these words, only the sound of chairs rattling was heard as countless people instinctively stood up.

"What the hell, listening to this story? There is a real Fang Can fighting outside the door."

The one who ran fastest was not the listeners, but the storyteller.

In this open-air teahouse, the sixty or seventy-year-old storyteller clasped his hands and said, "Distinguished guests, since a new story has already begun, this old man will take his leave first."

Having spoken, he stomped his feet fiercely, leaped high, jumped directly onto the eaves, and then headed toward the city gate.

Inside the hall, Fang Can and Ye Qingshi exchanged a glance; both were surprised, wondering when they had started fighting.

"Don't delay; it must be that Dad and the others at the gate have encountered trouble," Ye Qingshi said, directly grabbing Fang Can's arm and saying, "Come quickly to the city gate with me."

"Hey, you are walking too slowly," Fang Can said helplessly, then, amidst the young lady's flushed exclamation, scooped her up in his arms.

Feeling the softness in his arms, he leaped lightly; Fang Can directly carried the young lady to the roof, where he immediately saw countless figures running and jumping within the city.

One could only say that as befits a big city, the number of cultivators who had entered the First Realm or above was at least several thousand; seeing a spectacle, they ran directly through the air toward the city gate.

And as the news spread, through word of mouth, various rumors began to brew.

"What! The Ascending Dragon Fang Can is fighting the Hidden Dragon List!"

"What! The Ascending Dragon and the Hidden Dragon List are fighting!"

"What! Fang Can defeated the number one of the Hidden Dragon List!"

And as the news spread, Fang Can, already in mid-air, held Ye Qingshi and leaped onto the city tower.

By now, this place had already been surrounded by a sea of people come to watch the spectacle.

Using the high-angle view, he also saw the three teams below, each with a different number of members.

"Wait here for me a moment." On the city wall, Fang Can gently set the young girl down and said with a confident smile, "Once I've dealt with them, I'll come up and fetch you."

"Mm, be careful," Ye Qingshi said in a low voice, her green skirt fluttering.

"Of course. Watch closely. What comes next is..." Fang Can leaped lightly, his voice carried by the wind into the girl's ear: "The hero makes his entrance!"

As the words fell, Fang Can's figure traced an arc through the air before silently crashing down into the arena.

Amidst the rising dust, Fang Can walked out slowly, looking at the waiting 257 and 249, and asked, "So it's you two who want to challenge me?"

As the last word left his lips, Fang Can's body had already risen against the wind to two meters and twenty centimeters, gazing at them with blood-red eyes.

"To show respect, for the two of you, I'll go straight to the Red Powerful Form."

(End of this chapter)