Local Bully 01

When Little Hei left, he still dropped a Xiaoxiaohei behind.

Fang Zhiyi was a bit puzzled, "Seriously, are you going to leave one of these things behind in every world?"

"Might as well," Little Hei said, pulling a round sphere from his body. The sphere emanated a faint aura of the Heavenly Dao. "Look, a tribute from a previous transmigrator."

Fang Zhiyi reached out, took it, and examined it. "Surprisingly, they didn't die. Good luck for them."

"What is that supposed to mean!" Little Hei snatched the bead back and tossed it into his own mouth.

In a small city within the borders of the Western Shu Kingdom, Fang Zhiyi swaggered down the street. He reached out and grabbed a pear from a peddler, then turned and picked up a freshly cooked bowl of noodles from a noodle stand. The stall owner wanted to curse him out, but upon seeing who it was, he could only shut his mouth, his face full of indignant resentment.

He was a local ruffian of Yang City. It wasn't that he was a great fighter, but rather that he was incredibly shameless. If you provoked him, he would pester you every single day, making it impossible for you to get anything done.

Recently, some outsiders had arrived in Yang City, which was enough to pique Fang Zhiyi's curiosity. Especially since there were quite a few beautiful girls among them, he gathered his courage and sneaked into the inn where they were staying.

However, these people were all skilled in martial arts. How could a lowly street punk like him hide from their sharp hearing? Fang Zhiyi was quickly caught by a man who loudly demanded to know what he was doing there. Fang Zhiyi made full use of his specialty, making a scene and acting foolishly, but the other party didn't buy it and viciously struck him.

That palm strike made Fang Zhiyi vomit blood, though fortunately, he was left with half a life. The innkeeper knew him and, fearing a murder on his premises, had the waiter carry him home, even leaving him some silver to buy medicine.

Fang Zhiyi ended up lying on the earthen bed in his home, and he stayed there for three whole months.

Little did he know that precisely because he was laid up in bed, he managed to avoid a major catastrophe.

Once he recovered a bit, he began plotting his revenge. Although he knew he couldn't defeat them in a fight, he couldn't just take a beating for nothing. He figured he would gather his brothers later and at least extort some silver from them to spend.

However, when Fang Zhiyi appeared on the streets again, he was somewhat dumbfounded. The streets were desolate, and dozens of households even had white mourning banners hanging by their doors. After asking around, Fang Zhiyi learned what had happened.

Those foreign martial artists had come to Yang City with a clear purpose; it seemed they were there to fight over a certain treasure. While Fang Zhiyi was recovering, the treasure appeared, and martial artists from all over fought fiercely for it. The group that had been staying at the inn managed to seize the treasure. Faced with the pursuit and interception of other martial arts experts, this group decided to run straight into the crowded areas.

The martial artists chased them all the way onto the bustling main street. Martial artists never cared about ordinary commoners, and the civilians were thrown into chaos. Swords and blades have no eyes, and many were accidentally injured. In this chaotic situation, the man who had injured Fang Zhiyi suddenly went berserk, drawing his sword and slashing wildly. In an instant, several commoners fell beneath his blade. After going mad, the man's strength surged, and the other martial artists couldn't subdue him. After a fierce battle, he injured several people before collapsing from exhaustion. His companions quickly supported him and fled, leaving behind only the innocent, grieving commoners crying out to the heavens.

Although Fang Zhiyi was a ruffian, he also knew that if it weren't for these neighbors, he would have starved to death long ago. From that moment on, Fang Zhiyi's mind was consumed by hatred. He wanted revenge.

A street punk trying to step into the martial arts world sounded ridiculous. Fang Zhiyi was in his twenties and had no foundation in martial arts. He exhausted himself trying to find those orthodox sects, only to be turned away at the door, even facing the mockery and expulsion of their disciples. Penniless and filled with despair, Fang Zhiyi walked down the road, only to faint at an intersection. It was here that his journey into the martial world truly began.

A member of the Heaven Shrouding Cult named Wang Ergou passed by and, taking pity on him, brought him back to their branch. When Fang Zhiyi woke up and learned that he had been brought to a branch of what the martial world called the Demonic Cult, he didn't panic; instead, he felt joy.

He stayed and took up odd jobs there. The Heaven Shrouding Cult acted unconventionally, making it quite a liberating place. Under Wang Ergou's guidance, Fang Zhiyi learned some rudimentary martial arts. He worked harder than anyone else, completely changing his former lazy and careless demeanor. This perseverance caught the eye of the branch master. Upon learning of his grudge, the branch master personally taught him martial arts, and Fang Zhiyi's strength saw a massive improvement.

Hard work pays off. Through the Heaven Shrouding Cult's intelligence network, Wang Ergou found out the background of that group.

It was Jiang Gucheng, who was rising to fame in the martial world. Behind him was the illustrious Jiang family of Jiangnan. However, legend had it that Jiang Gucheng had an affliction; demonic blood caused havoc in his body, and once he went berserk, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

But Wang Ergou advised him that he couldn't afford to provoke the Jiang family, and the main headquarters would never agree to them conflicting with Jiang Gucheng.

Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and nodded. Knowing he was no match for them, he began his own scheming.

First came framing and entrapment. He managed things step by step, successfully plunging Jiang Gucheng and his group into a murder scandal. Jiang Gucheng's reputation took a hit, and everyone in the martial world believed he had killed the highly respected Old Man Tianji. After all, it wasn't surprising for Jiang Gucheng, with demonic blood rushing to his head, to do such a thing.

Next was spreading rumors. Word spread that Jiang Gucheng possessed Old Man Tianji's Wordless Heavenly Book, and whoever obtained it could command the heroes of the realm. Suddenly, the entire martial world was restless. Fang Zhiyi didn't need to do anything else; there wasn't a single martial artist who didn't want to sit in that number one spot. Jiang Gucheng and his companions were plunged into endless trouble, constantly being hunted down by people trying to get their hands on the non-existent Wordless Heavenly Book.

Jiang Gucheng's companions also seemed to suffer a streak of bad luck. Some were implicated in clan extermination cases, while others were branded as murderers who robbed their fellow sect members. For a time, they were thrown into a panic. Of course, Fang Zhiyi didn't have the ability to actually commit these crimes. He merely used his specialty: gossiping. He spun vivid tales out of unsolved mysteries and waited for the rumors to automatically ferment.

Jiang Gucheng was tough to kill. Time and time again during these conflicts, he successfully escaped danger. Once, while being hunted, he jumped off a cliff to save his confidante and accidentally obtained a secret manual. When Jiang Gucheng returned, his martial arts had reached absolute mastery. He also realized that someone was framing him, so he began to settle the score with those who had hunted him. Following the trail, Fang Zhiyi was eventually exposed before them.

To avoid implicating the Heaven Shrouding Cult, Fang Zhiyi chose to flee overnight, but he still couldn't escape the pursuit of Jiang Gucheng and his group.

Jiang Gucheng had long forgotten about that little street punk. Looking at the insignificant nobody before him—someone he could crush with a flick of his finger—Jiang Gucheng asked, "Why did you frame me?"