Unbeatable Martial Emperor

Chapter 45

C45 – Enter the Fang Sect

After uttering those words, Murong Fu felt a shiver run down his spine, realizing he might have misspoken. He hastily clamped a hand over his mouth and stole a glance at Tang Tian from behind Min Zhenkang.

As expected, Tang Tian’s face was on the verge of eruption, prompting Murong Fu to quickly duck behind Min Zhenkang for cover.

Murong Lin was well aware that his brother had slipped up again, as Tang Tian’s breaths grew labored beside him.

“Min, here’s a Wind Thunder Talisman. It can withstand a full-force strike from a fifth-level Martial Warrior. Should trouble arise, channel your Profound Qi into this talisman to unleash a powerful force that can fend off enemy attacks. Keep it with you, just to be safe.”

Murong Lin retrieved a talisman from his Storage Ring and handed it to Min Zhenkang.

“Little Long, make sure you don’t cause any trouble for Min Zhenkang!” Once Min Zhenkang accepted the Wind Thunder Talisman, Murong Lin quickly whisked the seething Tang Tian away.

Had they lingered any longer, Murong Lin would have been in for an inevitable thrashing!

Though Tang Tian wouldn’t really inflict grave harm on Murong Lin, the ordeal would still be painfully unpleasant.

With Murong Lin and Tang Tian out of sight, Min Zhenkang called out to Murong Fu.

“Come on out, they’re gone now.”

“Are you sure?” Murong Fu emerged cautiously, still visibly shaken.

“She’s really left? Dodged a bullet there!” Murong Fu said, relieved, as he stepped out from hiding.

“She’s that terrifying?” Min Zhenkang asked with a smile, eyeing Murong Fu.

“You don’t know the half of it, tough guy. When she blows her top, it’s like heaven and earth are splitting apart. Not even my big brother Lin can hold her back!”

Murong Fu continued to glance nervously around, paranoid that Tang Tian might overhear his comments.

“It’s not that she’s frightening; you’re just too much of a scoundrel. I’m tempted to slap you myself, so I can only imagine how Tang Tian feels!”

Seeing Murong Fu’s ignoble demeanor, Min Zhenkang felt an urge to give him a slap as well.

“Heh, I knew you wouldn’t let me down, Brother Fierce!”

In just a short time, Murong Lin was back to his usual self.

“Achoo!” Tang Tian, who was being tugged by Murong Lin, suddenly sneezed.

“That must be your little brother gossiping about me again. Next time I see him, he’s going to be bedridden for months, I swear! Hmph.”

Tang Tian clenched her fists with resolve.

“Junior Sister Tang, you know Xiaolong’s temperament. Don’t stoop to his level. Let it go; anger is bad for your health!”

Murong Lin felt helpless when it came to the ongoing feud between his brother and Tang Tian.

One was his actual brother, and although the other wasn’t his sister by blood, they’d grown up together and their families were old friends. He couldn’t bring himself to be harsh with Tang Tian.

Stuck in the middle, he found it tough, so he always tried to mediate whenever conflicts arose, hoping to spare Murong Fu from some of the hardship.

“Don’t bother making excuses for him. It’s not like I can do much anyway. The worst I’d do is confine him to bed for a few months, which might actually teach him a lesson. That should give you a break too, right?”

Tang Tian was determined, paying no heed to Murong Lin’s words, set on teaching Xiaolong a lesson.

At a loss for words, all Murong Lin could do was silently hope his brother wouldn’t cross paths with Tang Tian too soon.

Min Zhenkang’s blunt words jolted Murong Fu back to reality.

Min Zhenkang could tell that Murong Fu had potential, but like Chang Tai, his penchant for frivolity was holding him back. Otherwise, his accomplishments could have been far greater.

Upon hearing Min Zhenkang’s words, the guide looked at him with newfound respect.

Such insight and awareness indicated that Min was no ordinary individual.

Murong Fu trailed behind, occasionally taking in the surrounding vistas with appreciation.

They encountered numerous Fang Sect disciples along the way, from both the inner and outer sects, as well as several hardworking servants.

All eyes were on Min Zhenkang and Huangfu Changlong with the same curious intensity.

Typically, the Fang Sect did not permit outsiders, yet following the recent conclusion of their recruitment, two strangers had emerged within the sect’s boundaries.

This sparked curiosity among the members about the identities of these two individuals and the reason for their presence at such a time.

Min Zhenkang chose to disregard the surrounding stares. Murong Fu, engrossed in the landscape, remained oblivious to the attention they were attracting. The guide, for his part, focused solely on leading the way, ignoring any other distractions.

“Halt, who are these two, and why are they here?”

While most onlookers were merely curious about Min Zhenkang and Huangfu Changlong, not all were content to simply watch.

​A young man approached with a group in tow, blocking the path of Min Zhenkang and his companions.

“Senior Brother, these two are the brother and friend of Senior Brother Murong. He instructed me to escort them to his mountain peak should they visit the Fang Sect,” explained the guide.

“Oh, it’s Senior Brother Murong’s brother, is it? My apologies for the oversight!” The young man’s tone dripped with sarcasm rather than the respect one might expect upon learning of the connection to Murong Lin.

“But how can you prove you’re truly Senior Brother Murong’s brother? What if you’re an impostor?” The challenger’s intentions were clear.

His demeanor had been somewhat agreeable before learning of Murong Fu’s relation to Murong Lin, but afterward, his skepticism only intensified, suggesting a rift with Murong Lin.

​Judging by his appearance, this young man was certainly not among the core disciples; his attire was far more lavish than that of the outer sect disciples, marking him as a member of the inner sect.

An inner sect disciple clearly wouldn’t dare to cross a core disciple, so this individual must have the backing of another core disciple.

It appears that the core disciples of the Fang Sect aren’t exactly on friendly terms with one another!

In a flash, Min Zhenkang had figured out the lay of the land. The Fang Sect was far from a tranquil place.

Min Zhenkang couldn’t help but wonder whether his arrival at the Fang Sect would prove to be a boon or a bane.

“Senior Brother, they possess Senior Brother Murong’s token. I’ve verified its authenticity,” one disciple asserted.

“Hmph, you think you’re capable of discerning a real token from a fake? If it were that simple, counterfeit tokens wouldn’t exist,” the skeptic retorted, relentless in his doubt.

“You...” The outer sect disciple guiding them was seething with anger, yet he bit his tongue, unable to retort.

Where there’s drama, there’s always an audience. Passersby halted in their tracks; some watched in silence, while others murmured amongst themselves.

“Isn’t that Jee Xiang? What’s he gotten himself into with these two?”

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