Full-Level Fierce Person-Chapter 59 Choices

59: 59 Choices

59: 59 Choices

Wiping the blood from the dagger, Fang Zhixing stood up and looked around thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Xigou couldn’t help but ask, “What are you thinking about?

Aren’t we leaving?”

Fang Zhixing replied calmly, “What do you think would happen if I took these bodies to the county and reported to the authorities?”

“What, you want to report to the authorities?”

Xigou suddenly shivered and retorted, “How can you carry so many bodies alone and walk ten or twenty miles to the authorities?”

Fang Zhixing responded, “I’ll cut off their heads and take them to Songlin Temple first, then proceed to notify the County Magistrate Luo Peiyun through the mediation of Songlin Temple.”

After thinking it over, Xigou nodded and said, “That could indeed work, but I want to know, what are you aiming to achieve?”

Fang Zhixing replied, “If all goes well, I will have the opportunity to meet Luo Peiyun and could, by virtue of reporting the rebels, possibly obtain some rewards, such as acquiring the continued cultivation techniques of ‘Iron Mountain Skill’.”

Xigou realized and exclaimed, “Wow, you just reached the Perfection of the Great Python Realm and are already thinking about advancing to the next realm.”

Fang Zhixing sighed, “The cultivation techniques are monopolized by the aristocratic families.

What other options do I have besides infiltrating their powers?”

Xigou thought it made sense and analyzed, “That could work.

With your current strength, Luo Peiyun might appreciate you very much, and might even appoint you to a minor official position.”

Yet Fang Zhixing hesitated.

Xigou said in surprise, “What, you still have concerns?”

Fang Zhixing sighed, “I killed the righteous army’s people and sabotaged their assassination plan.

Once word gets out, the righteous army will certainly despise me deeply, and they might focus solely on me, vowing to put me to death.”

Xigou’s heart skipped a beat, and he urgently said, “That’s definite.

You are irreconcilable with the righteous army, and there’s a sea of blood between you.

If not you, who else would they seek revenge upon?”

Fang Zhixing wavered, his thoughts tumultuous.

After thinking it over, Xigou suggested, “How about we forget it and just leave, putting an end to it all?

After all, no one knows it was us who killed these righteous soldiers.”

He solemnly added, “As a human being, one mustn’t be too greedy, but take what comes.”

Fang Zhixing fell into contemplation, weighing the pros and cons.

Unnoticed, the mountain wind carried away the last trace of twilight, and the night ascended, sprinkling moonlight upon the cliff.

“Hmm, let’s go.”

Fang Zhixing sighed softly, seeming to have made up his mind.

Xigou perked up, asking, “Where to?” ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Fang Zhixing turned towards the woods, his face showing a fierce determination, “To Songlin Temple, to strive for a future.”

Xigou paused, “Are you sure?

With this step, you’ll be offending all the heroic and righteous in Jianghu.

They will despise you deeply, and everyone will want you dead.”

Fang Zhixing grinned coldly and said, “Being timid will get us nowhere.

Everyone thinks they have choices, but in fact, they don’t.”

Xigou couldn’t help but remain silent.

Although his understanding of Great Zhou World was limited, he had to admit, based on the intelligence they had, Fang Zhixing was right.

Dreams are always wonderful, making one feel like there are many choices, but reality tells us that only children dream.

Fang Zhixing swung his dagger, cutting off heads, tying their hair together, and picked them up.

Fourteen archers, one martial artist, a total of fifteen heads.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, utilised Grass Flying, and darted into the dark forest.

Under the enchanting moonlight, the forest was dense, with tall, sturdy pine trees everywhere, lush and thriving, their branches and leaves flourishing.

The surroundings were exceptionally quiet.

Xigou listened for a moment, then transmitted his voice, “I don’t hear any unusual movements, no sounds of breathing.”

Fang Zhixing nodded, the remaining water bandits must have seen the bad situation and fled.

A man and his dog delved deeper into the woods, heading east.

Having traveled seven or eight miles, a bright light suddenly appeared ahead.

Fang Zhixing drew closer for a better look, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.

Before him was an expansive clearing, where a tall-walled, deep courtyard rose from the ground, its gate facing directly south.

Exiting the gate, there was a cobblestone path wide enough to allow a carriage to pass smoothly.

This road was very long, stretching far into the distance, seemingly a specifically constructed imperial road.

Returning his gaze to the front of the gate, he could see a large stone lion on each side, exquisitely carved, lifelike, and imposing.

The gate was a reddish-bronze color, very spacious, three meters tall, and four meters wide.

Looking up, he could see the plaque hanging above the gate, boldly inscribed with the golden characters for “Songlin Temple,” the brush strokes robust and forceful.

It was now dark, and the gate was closed.

Looking into the distance, he could see multiple buildings within the compound, with the tallest being a six-story building, light shining through its windows.

Fang Zhixing walked up and knocked on the door.

After a moment, someone opened the door.

It was a middle-aged monk, his head shiny bald, his waist thick and round, his face entirely covered with folds of flesh, at first glance detestable and not of the kindly sort.

“Who might this benefactor be?”

The fat monk’s gaze hardened as he scanned Fang Zhixing’s face.

Fang Zhixing replied, “I am from the Iron Mountain Sect, and I have urgent matters to convey to your abbot.

Please announce my arrival.”

“Iron Mountain Sect?”

The fat monk paused momentarily, his brows furrowed, his gaze suddenly fixated on Fang Zhixing’s hands, his expression turning to horror.

“What, what are you holding in your hand?” the fat monk screamed, backing away, his face filled with shock.

Fang Zhixing lifted a string of heads, and said with a light smile, “These are the heads of water bandits.”

The fat monk sucked in a breath of cold air, not daring to offend Fang Zhixing, raised his right hand in front of him, bowed his head, and said, “Please, benefactor, calm your anger.

I will go and inform the abbot immediately.”

With that, he turned and ran, as if his feet were smeared with oil.

Fang Zhixing stood waiting at the door.

Shortly after, the gate slowly opened with a creak.

A white-bearded old monk and four tall young monks walked out from the gate.

“Amitabha!”

The old monk raised a single palm, sizing up Fang Zhixing while he spoke, “This humble monk, Yun Chen, am the abbot of Songlin Temple.

May I inquire as to the benefactor’s esteemed name?”

Fang Zhixing clasped his hands together and responded, “My name is Fang Zhixing.

I once practiced martial arts under Iron Palm Cheng Tianen for some time, and I have met Master Yun Chen before.”

Yun Chen nodded repeatedly and said, “Iron Palm Cheng Tianen is known for his righteousness and holds the position of Incense Master within the Iron Mountain Sect.

This humble monk has heard of him.

Benefactor Fang, you come bearing heads at night, might there be some profound reason?”

Fang Zhixing continued, “This is a matter of great importance.

Could we possibly find a secluded location to discuss further?”

Yun Chen pondered for a moment, then gestured invitingly and said, “Please, come inside.”

Fang Zhixing strode confidently, heads in hand, into the sanctified grounds of the Buddhist temple.

Soon, he was seated in a Zen room, sipping mountain tea, and slowly began to speak, “I came from the town of Xiaoqing River upstream, originally traveling on a large boat to escort the County Magistrate Luo Kegong to Qinglin County.

Unfortunately, we were attacked by a sea monster en route, the ship sank, I fell into the water, managed to reach the shore, and then proceeded along the riverside heading south.”

While talking, he took out a map and pointed to a spot, “At this place, I suddenly encountered an attack by a group of water bandits…”

“Thus, I interrogated one of these water bandits and learned that their purpose was none other than to attack Songlin Temple and assassinate the County Magistrate Luo Peiyun!”

As Fang Zhixing narrated his story, Master Yun Chen’s expression gradually changed, showing immense shock and disbelief.

“What, water bandits actually aim to…”

He breathed heavily, stood up, and called over a young monk, instructing him, “Quick!

Hurry to the county town and report this matter to Magistrate Luo!”