Chapter 202: You Are a Heartless and Unjust Person!

Zhuge Qing looked at the fish in Fu Rong's hands and forced a smile. He knew the peaceful times were about to end. The two left the side of the small stream in silence, Zhuge Qing heavy with worry.

Time flew by, and night descended upon Biyou Village.

Inside the Temporary Workers' residence, Wang Zhenqiu checked the time: "Eight o'clock sharp."

"We can begin the operation." Zhang Chulan stood up, his gaze resolute.

The group was fully prepared and left the residence without a sound, beginning their operation under the cover of night.

On the other side, Qiu Rang, who had been monitoring them in secret, saw the unusual movements of the Temporary Workers and immediately ran quickly toward Ma Xianhong's residence.

"Village Chief, they have begun their operation!" Qiu Rang reported in a low voice.

Ma Xianhong stood before the window, his expression calm: "Send word down; tell everyone to make their deployments and be ready to fight at any time."

The surface of Biyou Village under the moonlight was calm, but the undercurrents had already begun to surge.

On the side of the Temporary Workers:

"The instructions from above are to destroy the Cultivation Furnace first," Wang Zhenqiu said while looking at the group, "so the question is, do you know where the Cultivation Furnace is located?"

Zhang Chulan and the others shook their heads one after another; although Zhang Chulan knew the location of the Cultivation Furnace in his heart, he chose to remain silent.

"Then let's split up and search." Wang Zhenqiu made the decision.

The few of them soon dispersed, each searching for the whereabouts of the Cultivation Furnace. Xiao Zizai walked alone on a small path, the moonlight stretching his shadow very long.

Suddenly, Ding Zihuan and Zhong Xiaolong appeared from the darkness and blocked his path.

"Uncle," Ding Zihuan said excitedly, "I've long wanted to have a contest with you." He turned his head and said to Zhong Xiaolong, "Xiaolong, this is my opponent; don't you interfere."

Upon hearing this, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of Xiao Zizai's mouth. He did not speak, only pushed up his glasses, and a strange white light flashed across the lenses. The atmosphere in the air instantly became tense.

Just as Ding Zihuan set his stance and prepared to attack, he saw Xiao Zizai shake his head.

"Tsk tsk," Xiao Zizai looked at Ding Zihuan with disdain, "You little monkey, I have no interest in you." After finishing, he turned to leave.

Ding Zihuan was enraged by this attitude; his palms instantly gathered Qi and he launched an attack at Xiao Zizai's back.

Yet Xiao Zizai only sidestepped slightly and dodged this fierce strike. His movements were fluid and effortless.

"This... how is this possible?" Ding Zihuan widened his eyes, "How can his speed be so fast!"

"Little monkey, don't bother me." Xiao Zizai said without looking back.

Ding Zihuan gritted his teeth, unwilling to give up just like that. He circulated the Qi throughout his entire body and unleashed his pride and joy, the Ghost Shadow Walk; his figure suddenly became elusive, and he launched another attack at Xiao Zizai.

However, the speed he was so proud of was like a child playing in Xiao Zizai's eyes. Xiao Zizai dodged with ease, and Ding Zihuan's attack missed once again.

Zhong Xiaolong, standing to the side, watched in a daze. It was his first time seeing someone be able to toy with Ding Zihuan in the palm of their hand, and in a contest of speed, no less.

"Zihuan, come back!" Zhong Xiaolong sensed that the situation was wrong and shouted hurriedly.

But Ding Zihuan had already been blinded by rage; he circulated the Ghost Shadow Walk again and launched a fierce attack at Xiao Zizai.

A white light flashed across Xiao Zizai's glasses. After nimbly avoiding the attack, he just reached out casually and pinched Ding Zihuan's throat. This simple action carried an irresistible force.

The arrogance on Ding Zihuan's face instantly turned into terror; for the first time, he felt the scent of death from an opponent. His previous confidence vanished completely, leaving only fear that stemmed from his soul.

Xiao Zizai looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word. The next second, he struck like lightning; with two "Crack!" sounds, Ding Zihuan's legs snapped in response, and blood flowed freely.

Xiao Zizai tossed Ding Zihuan aside as if discarding a piece of trash and turned to leave. In the night, Ding Zihuan collapsed on the ground, clutching his blood-gushing legs and letting out a shrill scream.

At this moment, Zhong Xiaolong finally understood what a true gap in strength was.

Reacting from his shock, Zhong Xiaolong rushed to Ding Zihuan's side to check his injuries. When he saw the exposed white bone in Ding Zihuan's leg, he gasped. Zhong Xiaolong had not expected that a mere simple grab could cause such a severe injury. What kind of power was this that a human could possess?

"Hey, Village Chief!" Zhong Xiaolong said, his phone trembling, "Zihuan... he has had both his legs broken, I can see the bone! It was that Temporary Worker with the glasses who did it!"

Ma Xianhong, on the other end of the phone, clenched his fist until it cracked.

"Alright, I understand. Take Zihuan to Bi Lao first."

After hanging up the phone, Ma Xianhong immediately dialed the numbers of the other Root Vessels.

"They hurt Zihuan," Ma Xianhong's voice was as cold as ice, "No need to hold back, kill them directly!"

In the night, Ma Xianhong's expression was gloomy. It was supposed to be just a probing skirmish, but now it had escalated into a life-or-death battle. But since the other side struck with lethal intent first, they could not be blamed for fighting with their lives on the line.

The night in Biyou Village was as quiet as usual; at this moment, inside a civilian house:

"Beep beep..."

Fu Rong hung up Ma Xianhong's call, her expression grave.

Zhuge Qing stood at the doorway, originally smiling while waiting for Fu Rong to feed him fish soup. Seeing her stand up suddenly, he couldn't help but ask: "What, are you not drinking anymore?"

"Something happened," Fu Rong said, "Something happened to the village."

"Hm?" Zhuge Qing put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "What happened?"

"The outsiders in the village, they hurt someone from the village..."

"And then you are going to help the people of the village?" Zhuge Qing frowned, "Must you go?"

"..."

Fu Rong pursed her lips, "When I was at my lowest, with nowhere to go and nothing to eat, it was the village that took me in."

"Now that the village is in crisis, as a member of Biyou Village, I cannot sit idly by."

"So I must go." Although Fu Rong's voice was soft, it was incomparably firm.

Seeing that she was determined to go, Zhuge Qing sighed slightly: "I see, then..."

Before Zhuge Qing could finish his sentence, Fu Rong pressed her body close to Zhuge Qing's chest, waiting with a pair of bright, lively eyes as she asked:

"Ah Qing, do you want to come with me? Village Chief Ma has treated you quite well."

Fu Rong's request left Zhuge Qing unsure of how to choose for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, Zhuge Qing shook his head, his tone somewhat indifferent:

"I'm not going."

Upon hearing this, Fu Rong immediately questioned him loudly: "Zhuge Qing, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! I guess I misjudged you, Fu Rong!"

Fu Rong's sudden action left Zhuge Qing very confused:

"Fu Rong, don't you wrong me! What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Ungrateful! Heartless and unrighteous!"

Fu Rong rolled her eyes at Zhuge Qing, her face full of disdain.