Chapter 738: 601 Life and Death Unequal, Ying Zijin Awakens [1 Update]
He hardly used any strength in his hand, easily rendering the Captain of the Guards unconscious.
On the ground, a swath of Meng Family’s guards lay fallen.
After all, the Meng Family was not one of the Ancient Martial Families, and most of these guards’ Ancient Martial Cultivation was around thirty years.
Even though Fu Yunshen did not reveal his true cultivation level, he easily took care of all the Meng Family’s guards.
Muscles on Patriarch Meng’s face twitched, and his voice squeezed through clenched teeth, “Fu Yunshen, don’t get too cocky!”
This scene took him back many years.
Back then, Fu Yunshen was just a teenager, but he used his fists to brutally cripple a direct lineage family member of the Meng Family.
Since then, Fu Yunshen had not set foot in the Meng Family again, and they had no idea how advanced Fu Yunshen’s current Ancient Martial Cultivation was.
Patriarch Meng truly didn’t expect that Fu Yunshen would dare to barge into the Meng residence .
Ancient Medicine practitioners were rare, and thus protected by the entire Ancient Martial World.
Even opposing forces would absolutely not lay a hand on practitioners of Ancient Medicine.
Because no matter where, doctors were too important.
Wasn’t he, Fu Yunshen, afraid of being held accountable by the Ancient Martial World?!
Fu Yunshen let go, and the Captain of the Guards hit the ground at the sound.
He stepped forward, closing in on Patriarch Meng step by step.
His presence was fiercely compelling.
Patriarch Meng’s legs went weak and he plopped down on the ground with a “thud,” “What, what do you want to do?”
Where was his former aggression now? Panicked, he shouted, “Someone! Come quick!”
Very soon, another group of guards rushed over.
The leader was Meng Jingyu.
“Fu Yunshen!” Meng Jingyu’s expression changed, “Don’t forget, this is the Meng residence!”
“Even the Xie Family’s people wouldn’t dare to act recklessly in the Meng residence, if you offend the Meng Family, which Ancient Medicine practitioner would dare to treat you in the future?”
At that, Fu Yunshen turned his head, “I almost forgot about you.”
The next second, before Meng Jingyu could react, he was pinned against the wall, feet off the ground, and his throat tightly seized.
He couldn’t resist at all.
He couldn’t even utilize his Inner Strength.
This was absolute suppression!
Meng Jingyu’s face showed shock, and in a disjointed voice, he gasped, “Your cultivation…”
He wasn’t considered a genius in Ancient Martial Arts, but he wasn’t mediocre either, otherwise, an Ancient Martial Family wouldn’t have sent him to the Meng Family.
Fu Yunshen smiled coldly, his gaze fierce, “At the auction back then, it was you who sent someone to snatch her medicine, right? Huh?”
He raised his hand and landed a punch on Meng Jingyu’s face.
Bone-deep pain swept through his entire body, as if he had been crushed to pieces.
Meng Jingyu spat out a mouthful of blood, “Fu Yunshen, you—”
He couldn’t finish his words, for the man’s fist struck again.
The Meng Family, being one of the Ancient Medicine Families, did not have many Martial Artists, and nobody could stop him.
Dozens of punches later, Meng Jingyu could no longer speak; only blood kept flowing down the corner of his mouth, like a string of beads broken free.
His head tilted, unable to hold on, and he too fell unconscious.
Another one incapacitated.
The scene was all too familiar.
Patriarch Meng’s heart trembled even more fiercely, his whole body shaking.
“Your turn,” Fu Yunshen rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, “I remember when I left that year, I told you, ‘Don’t provoke me.’
Near the desk, he casually picked up a fruit knife and tapped it against Patriarch Meng’s face with a low chuckle, “Tell me, you’re already so old, why couldn’t you resist the urge to bully my girl?”
Patriarch Meng’s body shuddered again.
Fu Yunshen spoke indifferently, “Don’t worry, she won’t die, but the Meng Family can prepare to collect your corpse.”
He lifted his hand, and the fruit knife plunged directly into Patriarch Meng’s shoulder blade.
Patriarch Meng let out a mournful scream, “Fu Yunshen!”
Fu Yunshen pulled out the fruit knife and struck again.
The other shoulder blade was also pierced through.
Patriarch Meng coughed up blood, “You, you’re done for, the Ancient Martial World won’t let—ah!!!”
Another knife went down.
Patriarch Meng was in so much pain he couldn’t even faint.
His eyes bulged with rage.
Fu Yunshen pulled out the fruit knife. He tossed it, looking for another suitable spot.
Right at that moment, a frantic shout rang out.
“Yunshen, stop for a moment!”
It was an elderly man, entering rapidly from the back door, his hair and beard both white.
The Meng Family Ancestor, Meng Xiong.
Meng Xiong was not the founder of the Meng Family, but he was the eldest living member.
This year, aged one hundred and forty, he was considered elderly among practitioners of Ancient Medicine.