112: Chapter 112 I still want to restore my kingdom and become emperor!

The Prefect was an honest man. Upon hearing of this matter, he was very worried that this "Flower-Crushing Ravisher" would target women from respectable families. Wanting to take precautions, he sent "Xia Youtie" to meet this person.

After Tie Youxia carefully investigated the situation of the girls, he felt that the Prefect's concerns were well-founded.

This person seemed to be practicing an evil martial art; he first absorbed the girls' Primordial Yin and then left a type of Yang Evil Qi within their bodies, which led to the girls becoming weak and ill.

Furthermore, when practicing this martial art, his personality would become brutal and aggressive.

Initially, he only needed one or two women, but later it slowly increased to seven or eight. This indicated that the more he practiced his martial art, the deeper he fell into it, following a typically evil and unorthodox path.

For now, he was spending money to find women from brothels to practice his skills, either because he still had a shred of conscience or because he was afraid of exposing his tracks.

However, once the women from the brothels and pleasure boats could no longer satisfy him, it was hard to guarantee he wouldn't target women from respectable families.

This kind of person must be caught as soon as possible; otherwise, innocent commoners would suffer.

The only thing that Tie Youxia found strange was that recently, this person had stopped touching women and only used the girls to practice his skills.

It seemed as though there was a problem in "that area," but as his martial arts deepened, he became increasingly brutal, and several girls had been severely injured by his beatings.

Just then, a manager from the brothel walked in: "Lord Xia, someone at the Fengqi Pavilion has requested twelve women." Tie Youxia immediately stood up: "Let's go take a look!"

As the night deepened, Murong Fu, with blood on the corners of his mouth, was fleeing in a sorry state.

"Damn it!" He had underestimated the enemy tonight and fallen into an ambush.

His identity must absolutely not be exposed. Once it was, the Murong Family would be spurned by the people of the Jianghu and would also be targeted by the government.

Fortunately, the Taihu Lake was just ahead. Like a ghost, he leaped into the water.

By the time Tie Youxia and the experts hired by the brothel arrived, they only saw ripples spreading across the lake's surface.

"Curse it, he got away!" someone said with frustration. "Who exactly is this person? He uses women to practice his skills; this martial art is far too evil."

Tie Youxia said in a low voice, "Get boats to search. He took a palm strike from me and suffered an internal injury; he won't get far." "Yes!" everyone responded.

Murong Fu had grown up by the Taihu Lake and could hold his breath underwater for half an hour. He usually kept this skill hidden, but it came in handy at this critical moment.

Evading Tie Youxia's search, he returned to the Huan Shi Shui Ge with his injuries and took out his family's Medicinal Pills to treat his wounds.

But his injuries weren't just caused by Tie Youxia's palm strike; there were also hidden dangers left from practicing the Bixie Sword Manual.

It had to be said that Murong Fu was somewhat clever.

He actually used the Stars Shifting Technique to transfer the Evil Fire generated from practicing the Bixie Sword Manual onto women, and then absorbed their Yin Qi to practice his skills.

Relying on this method, he had mastered part of the Bixie Sword Manual and had even used it when fighting Wang Yuyan.

But this was ultimately "treating the symptoms but not the root." Every so often, he had to vent the accumulated evil Qi, or his Internal Energy would flow in reverse, causing pain that made him wish he were dead.

He had tried transferring the evil Qi to men, but not only was it ineffective, it also intensified his distracting thoughts.

"Sigh!" While Murong Fu was healing, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face was crimson, and the veins on his forehead bulged, making him look like a demon.

The Internal Energy from the Bixie Sword Manual was resisting wildly within his body. He had suppressed it heavily before, so its current resistance was exceptionally fierce; his body felt like it was swelling to the point of exploding.

"Am I going to die? No! How can I die now?"

Murong Fu's eyes were bloodshot like burning flames. "I still want to restore my country and become Emperor! I, Murong Fu, am a descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family. How can I die in obscurity?

Save me, someone save me!" He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, and his body was on the verge of collapsing.

He gritted his teeth until they shattered, his mouth full of blood. At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the Sunflower Manual Secret Manual, and the eight characters on the open page—"To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself"—were particularly jarring.

Near the pavilion of the Jing State Dukes Residence, Unrivaled in Solitude stood silently like a ghost, gazing into the distance. His eyes were filled with wonder, his gaze fixed tightly on Zhao Fangcai not far away.

"How can this young man possess so many heaven-rank divine pills? Could it be that he found some ancient ruins?" he wondered to himself, his heart full of doubt.

Atop the city wall, Zhao Fangcai was desperately enduring the bone-deep pain. His entire body was already soaked in sweat and blood, and his wounds were still constantly seeping blood. He took a deep breath to steady himself and unhesitatingly swallowed that nine tribulations golden elixir.

To ensure his safety, he had specifically invited Unrivaled in Solitude to act as his Protector.

During the day, he had just given Unrivaled in Solitude a heavenly heart pill, so at this moment, the other party naturally found it hard to refuse. Furthermore, Unrivaled in Solitude was already full of curiosity toward Zhao Fangcai, even feeling that this young man had the potential to grow into a powerhouse on par with himself—such an evaluation was already quite high.

One must know that when he traveled the world a hundred years ago, he had wholeheartedly hoped for an opponent who could defeat him. Back then, those who could fight him were all the top powerhouses of various nations.

Even though his injuries had not yet fully healed, killing a Grandmaster-level figure like Yuan Thirteen Limits was still an easy task for him, which showed just how formidable he was.

The effects of the nine tribulations golden elixir were very special; it was specifically capable of tempering a Martial Artist's internal organs and Primordial Spirit, which were hidden deep within the body and rarely utilized.

Anyone with even a slightly weak will would be completely unable to withstand the devastation of the medicinal power.

Its medicinal power far exceeded that of ordinary Medicinal Pills. When it took effect, it was like a raging fire burning the body or muffled thunder exploding within the frame—violent and fierce.

An indescribable agony instantly spread throughout his entire body. It was truly "heart-wrenching," and even his Primordial Spirit felt as if it were being crushed into fragments.

Zhao Fangcai only felt as if he were being repeatedly "disassembled and reassembled," gritting his teeth to persevere through the endless torment. Such pain, even for Unrivaled in Solitude, who had seen many great storms, was enough to make him feel astonished.

But the medicinal effects were equally remarkable.

After the first tribulation of the nine tribulations golden elixir, a slight sound similar to bronze cracking came from Zhao Fangcai's chest, and at the center of his forehead, the light of his Primordial Spirit suddenly bloomed brightly.

As his blood and Qi surged, an extreme sense of comfort allowed him to regain his vitality. The momentum of his soaring Aura was even more intense than "adding oil to a fire."

Unrivaled in Solitude focused his attention and watched, feeling that the current Zhao Fangcai was already no weaker than the Grandmaster Realm.

And this was only the beginning; there were still eight more tribulations waiting for him to pass. Unrivaled in Solitude was suddenly taken aback, his eyes widening as he whispered, "Could it be that he intends to endure all nine tribulations and directly advance to become a top-tier powerhouse?"

In the small courtyard of the inn, Fan Qinghui was like a Fairy under the moon. Her plain gauze clothes fluttered gently in the night breeze, and her appearance was as exquisite as a Heavenly Immortal descending to the mortal world, making her extremely stunning.

She had practiced the Cihang Sword Manual for many years, and with the accumulation of time, she naturally radiated a holy and incomparable temperament, making one not dare to have even the slightest thought of disrespect or desecration. At this moment, she was pacing back and forth in the small courtyard, her expression showing a hint of contemplation.

"Master!" Shi Feixuan had returned.

"How was the investigation?" Fan Qinghui asked hurriedly. Ever since she and Shi Feixuan had entered the city, she had sent her Disciple out to gather information about Zhao Fangcai and the Jing State Dukes Residence.