The consequence of this was that the room was left in complete disarray—antiques, rosewood chairs, wall clocks—all destroyed under Lu Chuan’s fists. Every time Lu Chuan was shocked to see Fang Zhiyi dodge his attacks, Fang Zhiyi would turn around and slap him. Gradually, Lu Chuan lost all control, while Fang Zhiyi still seemed relaxed, even taking the time to make a phone call.
After a while of chasing, there was hardly anything left in the room to smash.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly screamed and ran toward his father-in-law, "Watch out!"
As he dodged, Xia Bingbao also sensed the danger but was too late to react. Lu Chuan’s fist, fueled with full force, struck Xia Bingbao’s shoulder, sending him flying straight into the path of the police officers who had just entered.
Seeing the scene before them, the two officers immediately drew their guns. "Freeze!"
They had just received a report of a home invasion and rushed over as quickly as possible.
Fang Zhiyi instantly dropped to his knees, covering his head. "Help, officers! This man is a martial artist!"
Lu Chuan froze for a moment, seeing Fang Zhiyi stop evading. Gathering all his strength, he threw a punch, determined to kill the man. Yet, to his disbelief, his fist landed squarely in Fang Zhiyi’s palm. Fang Zhiyi tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Ah!" Fang Zhiyi collapsed to the ground.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. The officers had fired. They were trained to handle cases involving martial artists—men whose bodies were deadlier than any weapon. The best course of action was to shoot first.
Lu Chuan was stunned. His first physical contact with Fang Zhiyi had completely neutralized his force, leaving him stumbling. And that bullet—it struck him right in the head.
No matter how legendary a martial arts family was, against firearms, it was all meaningless—unless they were truly exceptional.
Clearly, Lu Chuan was not one of those exceptions.
He died with a look of terror, realizing too late the strangeness of Fang Zhiyi.
Xia Bingbao was rushed to the hospital, while Fang Zhiyi was taken to the station for questioning. After all, a member of a martial arts family had died, and the higher-ups demanded a thorough investigation. The officer who fired was also scrutinized, though he insisted he had aimed for the abdomen—Lu Chuan had suddenly bent forward, resulting in the fatal headshot.
The testimonies of Xia’s wife and daughter were straightforward. Though they despised Fang Zhiyi, they couldn’t admit to hiring someone to attack their son-in-law/husband. The scandal would ruin them.
The police had a specialized division for martial artists, so the case was wrapped up quickly. All that remained was to question Xia Bingbao about his relationship with Lu Chuan once he recovered.
But before Xia Bingbao could leave the hospital, the Lu family’s retaliation began. All they knew was that Lu Chuan had been invited to the Xia residence—and now he was dead, witnessed in the act of assault by the police. Whether for justice or reputation, the Xia family had to pay.
Martial arts families weren’t wealthy, but they never lacked money—thanks to wealthy patrons like the Xia family, who funded them in exchange for their services.
Their revenge was simple: send men to lurk around the Xia household, waiting to kidnap either Xia’s wife and daughter or that useless son-in-law.
The first attempt targeted Xia Wuyue. She was snatched and thrown into a car, but police vehicles arrived instantly. The authorities had dispatched their own experts. Realizing they couldn’t shake the pursuit, the Lu family members shoved Xia Wuyue out of the moving vehicle to escape. The consequence? A large patch of skin was scraped off the left side of her face from the concrete road.
The second attempt focused on Xia’s Mother. This time, the Lu family miscalculated even worse. The moment their men moved, armed officers ambushed them, arresting four junior members of the Lu family on the spot.
As for Fang Zhiyi? They couldn’t touch him. It was as if he had taken up residence at the police station, chatting with officers all day before being escorted home in a patrol car.
The Lu family was at a loss. Something felt off, but they couldn’t pinpoint what.
Under mediation from other influential families, the Lu and Xia families finally sat down at the negotiation table. Due to deliberate interference from those families, the Xia family was forced to pay heavy reparations, leaving Xia Bingbao—now with a crippled arm—seething with resentment toward his son-in-law.
But that son-in-law hadn’t been home for days. Inquiries revealed he had even left the police station.
By now, Fang Zhiyi stood before the entrance of an unremarkable small company. Despite its shabby appearance, two security guards stood at the door.
Their eyes gleamed when they saw him, but one still demanded sternly, "Who goes there?"
"Who? Are you blind?" Fang Zhiyi strode forward without pause, pressing a hand against the guard’s face and shoving him aside.
Seeing his companion pushed down, the other guard moved to intervene but was stopped. The fallen guard shook his head urgently. "Ninth Dragon, the Young Master’s strength has grown again. Don’t engage."
"Finally, someone with eyes. You’ve got potential." Fang Zhiyi praised before kicking the door in frustration. "Damn it, why won’t this piece of junk open?"
Ninth Dragon stepped forward and pulled. "Young Master, the door opens inward."
Fang Zhiyi shot a glare at Little Hei, who was doubled over laughing, then rubbed his nose. "Change it to an outward-opening door tomorrow!"
Inside, employees were busy, but no one seemed surprised by Fang Zhiyi’s arrival.
After a brief glance around, a man approached from the other end. "Young Master, the three-year period isn’t over. Why have you come?" His tone carried clear disapproval.
"Isn’t this all my property? Can’t I visit?"
The man’s expression darkened. "Young Master, please mind your language. The Old Dragon King has decreed that if you require assistance, you may contact us by phone. Before the three years are up, you are not to interfere in the affairs of the Dragon King’s Court."
Fang Zhiyi didn’t waste words. His hand transformed into a claw—he had studied this world thoroughly. Here, masters wielded energy, a principle perfectly suited to him.
Seeing the Young Master attack, the man sneered. As the Old Dragon King’s right hand, his strength far surpassed the Young Master’s. Were it not for the strict hierarchy of the Dragon King’s Court, he wouldn’t even need to humor him.
But the strike was faster than he anticipated.
The moment he raised his arms to block, he was lifted off his feet, spun midair, and then sent flying by Fang Zhiyi’s kick.
The sudden commotion brought all activity to a halt.
What just happened? One of the Five Dragon Envoys—White Dragon—had been beaten by the Young Master?
Fang Zhiyi dusted his hands off leisurely and beckoned to the crowd. "Come on, all of you at once."
Little Hei revealed more: Fang Zhiyi was the Dragon King, but after being targeted by transmigrators, the Dragon King’s Court had abandoned him. They only wanted a figurehead—real power remained with the Old Dragon King. The Dragon King’s Court was merely a tool later used by transmigrators to suppress Fang Zhiyi.