Fu Qingjun asked calmly, not expecting to have a visitor after just three days of seclusion.
The person on the other side was shocked, exclaiming, "Your voice isn’t Brother Fu’s!!!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel{f}ire.net
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make his voice sound serious. After all, expecting a high school student to have a mature, manly voice was a bit too much.
To be honest, Fu Qingjun regretted it a bit now.
His third master once said that he was skilled in dressing as a woman, and could also imitate voices, so adeptly that he hadn’t been discovered for years. He enthusiastically tried to teach him, but he only found Turtle Shell Binding useful and didn’t learn the rest.
Thinking back now, having a variety of skills is never a bad thing. If he had learned voice imitation, he wouldn’t have had to bother trying to sound like a mature man.
"Who are you? Open the door!" The door was being pounded violently from outside.
What a bother! Fu Qingjun was completely annoyed.
He was covering his face to watch the fun, not wanting to show his face at all, as people familiar with him would notice inconsistencies in maturity.
But now, not showing his face was completely...
He thought for a moment, stood on a stool to appear taller, and secretly opened the door a crack to peer at the few people outside.
"Brother Fu, why do you look younger?" the person was shocked, "And why is your expression suddenly gentle?"
This was exactly why he didn’t want to show his face.
He couldn’t just say that he was another Fu Qingjun from a parallel world.
"I am still cultivating in seclusion, have reverted to purity, and my voice is returning to childhood. Don’t disturb me; I’m still breaking through." Fu Qingjun’s face was stern as he looked at the three behind him, his expression turning odd as they were the three strange men looking at him peculiarly from downstairs, "Who are you three..."
"Is it convenient to come in for a chat?"
Jiang Yang asked calmly.
"Not convenient." Fu Qingjun replied.
Jiang Yang pondered for a while and showed a trace of regret. He knew the senior was inside and probably didn’t want to see him.
Fu Qingjun was actually quite baffled, unsure why they had come specifically to see him after raising some ants for a few days, and had been startled by the King of the Gods of the ants.
Jiang Yang turned his gaze to Fu Qingjun.
Only showing a head without looking at physique and posture made it hard to discern martial depth, but he seemed unfazed by the spiritual pressure, suggesting he wasn’t simple.
However, his eyes were clear and peaceful, and his youthful appearance didn’t match the domineering, arrogant persona from the legends.
He didn’t think further, paused for a moment, and said, "Since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave."
Fu Qingjun continued peeking his head out.
He originally thought he was doomed, but didn’t expect them to leave so quickly. They were polite, reminiscent of those aristocratic families from the old times.
Jiang Yang said, "Today’s schedule is tight, so it’s not suitable to stay long. I’ll visit again some other day."
With that, they started going down the stairs.
"Wait a moment." Fu Qingjun looked at the pale-faced young man, seemingly realizing something, and quickly closed the door.
After a dozen seconds, the door opened a crack again, and Fu Qingjun wore gloves to avoid showing signs of losing his virginity, handing out a bottle of wine, "You look pale, this wine cures energy deficiency and weak body, enhancing kidney power. I sell it to you for ten taels of silver."
Jiang Yang was momentarily stunned and quickly reacted, "Li Yi, pay him."
Down the stairs and back on the street, the big man lay on the car’s chassis, covered it, and the two got in the car, driving again.
"Brother, why did we leave so easily?" the young girl complained a bit.
"Firstly, our schedule is tight and it’s not suitable to stay long."
Jiang Yang said lightly, "Secondly, a person like him clearly doesn’t want to meet us, so we shouldn’t force it. Just being able to sense each other’s energy was an opportunity in itself."
"Thirdly, although we only spoke a few words, I have already understood the details of Fu Qingjun and the situation unfolding."
The young girl was shocked and looked at him with admiration, "Brother, after just a brief conversation, he only showed his head and didn’t even reveal his martial arts skills, yet you’ve already grasped what he’s doing?"
Jiang Yang sat in the car calmly, "The neighbors previously said that Fu Qingjun is a master at the Bone Realm... Earlier, if the two Bone Realm individuals were fighting, he was surely one of them!"
"Ah!!" The girl was horrified, "You mean he just killed someone? And now he acts so calm and youthful, truly like a ruthless hero!"
Jiang Yang continued, "There’s a scent of death inside, but the room is too small for a fight. They probably fought on the rooftop and dragged the body to the third floor, hiding it in the room, hence the refusal to open the door."
There was a dead person inside.
The girl suddenly understood, perfectly matching everything, no wonder he wouldn’t open the door.
"Master, I looked at his face, and could tell he was just an ordinary person, weak and delicate..." a voice came from under the car, "I can make ten of him cry with one punch."
"A tyrant that can dominate a train station must be someone as radical as me in the new continent. How could he be a regular person?"
Jiang Yang chuckled, "Li Yi, you just entered the Bone Realm, but he might already be at the Great Perfection of Bone Realm. If you fought, within several moves, he would crush your neck."
The big man lying under the car was startled while tightening the tire rod with his hands.
"Great Perfection of Bone Realm, brother, are you saying he’s preparing to enter Breaking God, pursuing the path of Grandmaster uniting spirit, energy, and soul?" the girl seemed particularly knowledgeable in this area.
"Naturally, otherwise how could there be a martial competition?"
Jiang Yang laughed, "Facing life and death, challenging masters is a way to understand oneself... That mysterious Grandmaster by the window is surely inside, a senior of Fu Qingjun, bringing masters for him to duel, to gain insight in life-and-death encounters... and coincidentally trap us along this path."
The two suddenly understood and secretly admired.
Indeed worthy of being one of the strongest of the younger generation, this wisdom managed to unveil the entire process and what transpired inside with just a brief dialogue.
"This bottle of wine is probably medicinal... the senior knew of my difficult path ahead, offering his help." He opened the bottle, suddenly revealing a shocked expression,
The car continued heading away.