CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 87: FAN WUBING IS HERE! FAN WUBING IS HERE!

Fu Manman forced herself to take a blow from Wei Shaoyuan’s fist, which was condensed with celestial energy, causing the Protective Gang Qi on her body to shatter instantly.

The heavy force transmitted into her chest, making her heart skip a beat.

She groaned, leaning against the wall.

Wei Shaoyuan asked gravely,

"Where is Fan Wubing?"

She remained silent, malice swirling inside her, with some golden threads climbing into her eyes.

The short man observed the scene and urged,

"Kill this little girl quickly. She gives off an uncomfortable feeling as if something is awakening inside her."

Wei Shaoyuan frowned,

"Hmph, even if you won’t say. He’s just a cook with no cultivation, how can he overturn the heavens? He might live just a day or two longer."

With that, he clenched his fists, intending to finish Fu Manman with one blow.

Suddenly,

it began to rain.

The rain came quickly and fiercely, catching everyone off guard. Wei Shaoyuan’s movement to unleash a killing blow inevitably slowed down.

Some of the malice within Fu Manman was also quenched.

Because, besides the unexpected rain, she felt a sense of peace.

As if... with this rain, everything would be okay.

Is that so?

She couldn’t help but think, in this Peach Blossom Spring.

The first time it rained, Fan Wubing gave her an umbrella;

The second time it rained, it drenched the paper dolls of the red and white calamity, sparing them from disaster;

This is the third time.

The third time, what will happen?

Suddenly, a voice echoed in her ear,

"Don’t be afraid, I’m back."

She started trembling suddenly,

"Didn’t I tell you not to come back?"

"If I didn’t come back, what would you all do?"

A warmth entered her body, soothing the restless blood and repairing the internal injuries.

"Leave the rest to me."

Fu Manman hurriedly said,

"He’s a Golden Core five—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly saw Wei Shaoyuan ahead of her, flying backward like a sack, smashing straight through the courtyard wall.

Fu Manman was dumbfounded.

Wei Shaoyuan, smashed to the ground, was also dumbfounded. He didn’t understand what had happened, why he was suddenly sent flying?

The short man beside him, perhaps slightly sensitive to the energy, suddenly screamed,

"Someone’s here, someone’s here!"

"Who?" Wei Shaoyuan shouted.

The short man didn’t have time to speak before he too was suddenly sent flying. His cultivation was much lower, and taking a hit, his skull instantly concaved, bleeding from the orifices, fainting on the spot.

Wei Shaoyuan quickly stood up, shouting,

"Who is sneak attacking!"

A deep voice came from within the rain,

"Weren’t you looking for me? I’m here."

"Fan Wubing!" Wei Shaoyuan’s eyes widened in rage.

"So, do you know where I am?"

Only the voice was heard, but there was no sight of him.

The heavy rain disturbed the energy in the environment. And Fan Wubing, with the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, almost perfectly merged with the rain curtain.

Wei Shaoyuan furiously threw a few punches, bursting through the mist of rain.

But every punch hit nothing.

"Manman, how many punches did he strike you with?"

Fan Wubing’s voice sounded from within the rain.

Fu Manman answered, "Twenty-seven punches."

Wei Shaoyuan shouted,

"Stop pretending, get out here!"

He punched repeatedly into the rain curtain, feeling like he hit nothing but cotton, with no feedback.

Suddenly, he saw something black and flat, like a frying pan, suddenly sweeping in.

He was about to defend, but the frying pan had already slapped onto his head.

The force was strong!

Instantly, he was dazed, lost balance, and fell to the ground.

Fan Wubing didn’t stop, hitting his head with one frying pan after another.

The intensity of the fight between the two was clearly not on the same level.

From the moment Wei Shaoyuan got hit by the frying pan on the first strike, he lost the ability to retaliate.

But Fan Wubing kept it up for twenty-seven hits before stopping. Emerging from the rain curtain, he placed his hands on his hips and turned his head, saying,

"Manman, all good now."

On the ground, Wei Shaoyuan lay unmoving like a dead dog, blood foaming from his mouth and nose.

At this moment, Fu Manman suddenly said with a flushed face,

"I... I remembered wrong. He only swung fourteen punches at me, not twenty-seven."

Lying on the ground, Wei Shaoyuan twitched, and in the last moment before his consciousness faded, he roared in his heart, how could one mistake fourteen for twenty-seven, that’s such a big difference! You wretched woman, you are clearly a wretched spirit!

Fan Wubing tossed a piece of cake to Fu Manman,

"Eat it, take a good rest, I’m going to help Senior Brother Jiang."

Fu Manman, sitting in the corridor, watched the figure within the rain curtain, taking small bites of the cake.

The first taste was a bit sour, but it quickly turned sweet.

She muttered to herself softly,

"The rain really does bring good things."

...

Yi Shanhe’s heart was filled with unease, saying,

"Quickly finish him. This place is strange, it was clear and bright just now, and suddenly this heavy rain fell..."

Xu Lengshi felt the same way, drawing his knife upward. The blade light was like a thousand-layered mighty wave, with the momentum to sweep away everything. He showed no restraint, as he aimed to slice Jiang Maodian into pieces with one strike.

When the blade light was about to hit Jiang Maodian, a large black pot suddenly fell from the sky, covering him tightly.

Xu Lengshi and Yi Shanhe’s eyes grew wide, afraid they might have seen wrong,

"A pot?"

"Why is there a pot here! And it actually blocked my killing move! Why!"

Yet, this pot made Jiang Maodian feel an affection. Because every day at mealtime, he could see it.

He shouted with a subtly meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking, Junior Brother Wubing, you indeed hide deep within... but, this is just like you, always able to change everything in unexpected ways.

He tucked away the fatigue in his eyes, shouting,