Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. He had already pieced together the known storyline. This world was completely different from the previous demon and ghost worlds—there was no spiritual energy at all. Now he needed to test a hypothesis.
Xu Xiaoya didn’t understand why Gousheng dared to swagger out in the open, but she didn’t dare to ask. After all, he was her only friend, so she just stuck close behind him.
“I originally planned to sneak out, but now I’m in a really bad mood,” Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself.
Up ahead, a figure appeared, staggering drunkenly. The man looked over, his face flushed with intoxication.
“Hey, who the hell are you? Hurry up and get me some ginseng tea!”
Xu Xiaoya nervously grabbed the back of Fang Zhiyi’s clothes.
“Easy, you’re choking me,” Fang Zhiyi said.
Xu Xiaoya quickly let go and whispered an apology.
Her voice reached the drunkard’s ears. He tilted his head, squinting in confusion. When he spotted Xu Xiaoya, he grinned with delight: “Oh, a little beauty here? Come on over and let your master—”
He didn’t finish his sentence. Fang Zhiyi swept his leg out and kicked him into the nearby pond. The loud splash stunned Xu Xiaoya.
“Gousheng, he…”
“He won’t die. If he does, that’s his fate,” Fang Zhiyi said, walking on.
Perhaps Master Gao was too overconfident—along the way, they barely saw any servants. And the few who did see them didn’t think much of it. After all, who would imagine someone daring to break into the Gao residence and stroll around so brazenly? It wasn’t until Fang Zhiyi reached the main gate that the gatekeeper poked his head out, eyeing them suspiciously.
“You two…”
Xu Xiaoya watched as Fang Zhiyi suddenly grabbed the gatekeeper by the hair and smashed his head against the window frame. His ruthless action made her shrink her neck.
Had Gousheng always been this fierce? But when she saw his foster mother scold him, he only ever grinned like a simpleton.
Fang Zhiyi pushed open the door to leave, then paused. He turned back, patted down the gatekeeper, and pulled out a money pouch. He weighed it in his hand and muttered, “Cheapskate.”
Xu Xiaoya looked at his tattered clothes and felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. She quickly pulled off the cheap ornaments from her hair. “Gousheng, I have these here. Do you think we can sell them?”
Fang Zhiyi glanced back at her. “Keep them. Those scraps won’t fetch anything.”
The two figures slipped away openly through the front gate.
When the knocked-out servant came to, Master Gao was looming over him, his face twisted in fury.
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know. I, I…”
“You idiot!” Master Gao paced back and forth in rage. Finding the girl was secondary—with his wealth, he could always find another. But losing face? That was unacceptable. “Let’s go! Find that old hag!”
Widow Li was humming a tune at home, calculating her next move. She planned to visit another village today, scout for some promising goods, make a few more deals, and save up to buy a shop.
Her eyes drifted to a drafty shed in the yard.
“Gousheng! You freeloader! Still not up?!”
She was starting to regret taking that fool in. If she hadn’t picked him up for free, she’d have sold him long ago. Actually, she had considered it before, but she never found a customer with the right taste.
The shed remained silent. Widow Li frowned. She had taken the money yesterday and gone to town to enjoy herself, returning only late last night.
Could it be…
She walked to the shed and was about to push the door open when the courtyard gate was pounded on.
Correction—it was being battered.
Irritated, she strode over and unlatched the bolt. “What’s all this banging so early? someone die?”
The moment she opened the door, a slap cracked across her mouth.
“Who dares hit me?!” she snarled. But when she saw the grim-faced Master Gao stepping in, her anger vanished, replaced by fawning sycophancy.
“Master Gao, so early? I already sold you my last girl yesterday. For new stock, you’ll have to wait a while…”
“Shut up!” Master Gao jabbed a finger at her nose. “That little slut you sold me ran off! Hand her over!”
“What? What are you talking about?” Widow Li paled.
Master Gao snorted. “Don’t play dumb. You think I’m easy to fool? That I’m some patsy?”
Before Widow Li could defend herself, the shed door creaked open behind her.
Fang Zhiyi poked his head out. “Foster mother, did you bring in the pigeons yesterday? Just like you said, that idiot surnamed Gao really is a sucker… hey, why so many people?”
Widow Li’s eyes bulged. “What the hell are you saying?!”
Fang Zhiyi put on a look of terror. “Me? Saying something? No, no, I’m talking nonsense! I…” He turned and bolted back inside, slamming the door shut.
Master Gao’s face was now purple with rage. Money was trivial to him, but being made a fool of? That was unforgivable.
“Oh, excellent. Widow Li, you’ve made a fool of me, have you? Splendid!”
“Master Gao! I didn’t! I…”
Gao Mingzhi didn’t let her finish. He waved his hand, and several burly henchmen pounced, pinning her down. Others began kicking in the shed door.
Widow Li couldn’t utter a word in her own defense. She could only watch helplessly. But when the door shattered open, the shed was empty.
“Master, that brat jumped out the window and ran!”
“Fine. The monk may run, but the temple can’t,” Gao Mingzhi hissed, fixing his glare on Widow Li. “Am I right?”
Her mouth stuffed with a rag, Widow Li could only stare back in terror. She knew better than anyone what these powerful men were capable of.
Xu Xiaoya watched as Fang Zhiyi jogged up, clutching a small bundle. The weight in her heart lifted. She hesitated, then asked, “Gousheng, where do we…”
“My name is Fang Zhiyi.”
“Fang Zhiyi…” Xu Xiaoya repeated it a few times, then nodded to show she remembered. “Fang Zhiyi, where do we go now? We can’t go back to foster mother’s. Where else is there?”
Fang Zhiyi stared at her.
“Where do you want to go?”
“I, I, I… I want to go home.” The last words were barely a whisper.
Fang Zhiyi nodded, looking at Xu Xiaoya. “Going home is fine, but are you sure you can go back?”
Xu Xiaoya looked up. “What do you mean?”
Fang Zhiyi gave a bitter smile. He had a terrible suspicion, but he couldn’t say it.
Some things, Xu Xiaoya would have to see for herself.
Meanwhile, three of Widow Li’s fingernails had already been ripped out. She couldn’t take it any longer. “I know where that little wretch went! I know! She must have gone home! To her family!”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure! She doesn’t even know her own parents sold her to me! Find her, and you’ll see I’m innocent!”
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
