Chapter 646 - 177: Bright Heart Realm? One Punch, One Kill, Slain Bare-handed

A moment later, she suddenly turned her head to look at Zhao Tianxing, who was sheathing his saber. "Hmph," she said. "I’ll admit you have some skill, but you only broke through to the Divine Power Realm a few days ago. To want to participate in the Profound Origin Secret Realm competition, a gathering of countless experts and prodigies, isn’t that a bit overambitious? Aren’t you biting off more than you can chew?" Zhao Tianxing wasn’t the least bit angry. He just scratched his head and gave a simple, honest smile. "I’m not expecting to get any amazing results in the Profound Origin Secret Realm competition. I mainly just want to go and see all the different masters in action. It’ll be a good learning experience." Chu Fan, who had been lying by the edge of the Body Tempering Pool without saying much, broke into a grin and nodded. Within the Seven Stars Gang, only Tianxing and Senior Sister Qingxue wanted to participate in the Profound Origin Secret Realm competition. The others just wanted to go for the spectacle. At this moment, Fatty, Jiang Yuanfan, and the others quickly gathered around, looking at Zhao Tianxing with faces full of envy and admiration... "Tianxing, you’re incredible! Not only did you break through to the Divine Power Realm so quickly, you even managed to defeat a Spirit Demon as powerful as Xiaoqing!" "Your archery is masterful! One arrow after another, so fast and accurate. It made my heart pound just watching!" "Can you only use Divine Techniques once you reach the Divine Power Realm?" Zhao Tianxing rubbed his head, a bit embarrassed, and said shyly, "It’s all because Old Chu is a good teacher. Otherwise, how could I have gotten this strong, let alone defeat Xiaoqing..." Just as Chu Fan stepped out of the Body Tempering Pool and was about to dry himself off, a Seven Stars Gang disciple arrived with a man dressed in the uniform of the Demon Suppression Guard. "Senior Brother Chu, a Demon Suppression Guard is here to see you." Chu Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze passing over the disciple to land on the figure striding in behind him. The moment he got a clear look at the man’s face, the smile on Chu Fan’s face receded like the tide, leaving behind an expression as deep and unreadable as a bottomless pool. His eyes grew cold and sharp. He didn’t know the man’s name. But he clearly remembered that back when he had crippled Tang Tinghua at the entrance to the Demon Suppression Bureau, this man had been standing right behind Demon Suppression Captain Pei Yufeng. This man, like Tang Tinghua, was one of Pei Yufeng’s subordinates. "Chu, long time no see!" The Demon Suppression Guard plastered a warm smile on his face the moment he entered the backyard, acting as if he and Chu Fan were long-lost best friends. He cupped his hands in a salute and laughed. "The Seven Stars Gang’s headquarters is truly magnificent..." Chu Fan didn’t respond, merely watching him in silence. His gaze was a mixture of mocking amusement and scrutiny. Stared at by Chu Fan’s not-quite-a-smile, the Demon Suppression Guard started to feel his skin crawl. He gave a dry cough and hurriedly stated his purpose. "It’s like this. Lord Pei has recently encountered a difficult case. He’s been tracking an exceptionally cunning demon, but it keeps escaping..." "After thinking it over, my lord felt that with your extraordinary skills, you would be the perfect person to ask for help. He was wondering if you might have some free time in the coming days?" Chu Fan’s mouth slowly stretched into a grin, revealing a row of stark white teeth. The smile was so bright it was chilling. Just then, a voice as clear and cold as an icy spring echoed without warning in the depths of Chu Fan’s mind: "Go with him." It was the voice of Demon Suppression Envoy Leng Qingqiu. Her voice carried its usual detached composure, the tone of someone with the entire situation under control. "There is no longer any need to keep Pei Yufeng alive." Chu Fan’s expression remained unchanged as he casually asked in his mind,’Aren’t we going to use him as bait anymore? If he provokes me, can I just kill him?’ Leng Qingqiu’s voice rang out again, laced with an indisputable, murderous intent. "If he dares to make a move against you, and you want to kill him, then kill him." "In any case, after the Refinement of the Zhang Family Ancestor’s Soul Division, we’ve already grasped the general outline of this chess game. This pawn named Pei Yufeng is no longer of much use." Chu Fan smirked, his well-muscled torso still bare, and began to walk away from the Body Tempering Pool. As he passed the Demon Suppression Guard, he didn’t even give him a second glance, merely tossing out a casual order: "Wait on the side." With that, he walked straight into the house to change into some clean clothes. Left standing there, the Demon Suppression Guard watched Chu Fan’s supremely arrogant back, a flash of unconcealable humiliation and rage flickering in his eyes! ’We’re both Demon Suppression Guards, and I have far more seniority in the Demon Suppression Bureau than this brat. How dare Chu Fan be so contemptuous, so unbelievably arrogant and domineering!’ But remembering Lord Pei’s instructions, he had no choice but to forcibly suppress his anger, not daring to let it show. He took a deep breath. When he turned to face Zhao Tianxing, Mo Yunzi, and the others, who were all glaring at him like tigers, he had to force a smile that looked worse than a grimace, feeling utterly humiliated. But after seeing Chu Fan’s earlier attitude, they all gave him the side-eye, not a single one of them offering a friendly expression. The Demon Suppression Guard was so furious the corner of his mouth started to twitch uncontrollably. Before long, Chu Fan emerged from the house dressed in ink-black martial attire. He looked at the Demon Suppression Guard with an indifferent expression and said, "Lead the way." The Demon Suppression Guard’s eye twitched violently. In the end, he didn’t dare utter a single harsh word. He simply lowered his head, turned, and started to walk away, feeling utterly and completely humiliated. Outside the West City Gate of Qing Province, a fierce wind kicked up, blasting their faces with yellow sand. By a roadside pavilion about a mile outside the city gate, several fine steeds were tossing their heads, neighing and snorting. Pei Yufeng, dressed in silver soft armor with a cold, gleaming Long Saber hanging at his waist, had clearly been waiting for some time.