A group of young hooligans blocking the road
Fang Yun seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, Wu Yue and the others had a mocking expression on their faces, following behind Fang Yun's back, turning around to leave.
How dare you block Fang Yun's way? This kid doesn't even know how to write the word "death".
The boss and others have personally experienced Fang Yun's horror.
Anyone who underestimates this fourteen-year-old boy will get a bitter taste.
In their eyes, Fang Yun was a deep pool that could never be guessed how deep it was.
Jia Ding's face was extremely tense, and he didn't even have time to look at the door, rushing over to block Fang Yun's path.
"Is there a way for you to cure him, young master?" The house servant's face was filled with pleading and deep fear.
"Why should I cure you?" Fang Yun's mouth curved into an arc.
"I... I can let you into the Lord's Manor, and you can meet the Lord and the Old Master."
"It's not necessary." Fang Yun evaded and avoided talking to him again.
"...how much money do you want?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Jia Ding regretted it. Someone who could casually take out a thousand taels of silver would care about that little bit of money?
Jia Ding's face was extremely ugly, with a hint of fear and regret in his eyes. He had been too confident in his own judgment, and as a result, he had offended this young master.
Fang Yun didn't treat him like a regular household servant, and using his authority on him was pointless. Fang Yun just gave him a small lesson.
"I will circulate the fighting energy through the Tianmen, Ququan, Renzhong and Tianjing four meridians for a hundred days, and the injury will heal itself. However, this fighting energy of yours is best not used, as it has a huge flaw. Cultivating it for three years will lead to illness, and ten years will lead to death."
Fang Yun didn't mean to go in, but scared this family's servant, it was just a coincidence, didn't expect to run into such a 'sick' servant.
Jia Ding was even more convinced in his heart that his internal energy had indeed been cultivated for ten years, and he didn't think that Fang Yun would be able to see through it.
"I've told you before, but you still don't believe it. My family's Fang Yun is a master who can bring the dead back to life and make flesh and blood out of white bones. Fortunately, Master Fang is kind-hearted and won't bother with you." Wu Yue said harshly.
Jia Ding lowered his head and didn't dare respond. He looked at Fang Yun with a lowered head: "Master Fang Yun, please go inside, I'll announce your arrival."
The castle was very luxurious, and compared with the Fang family's mansion, it was not inferior at all. Moreover, it had its own unique features that were exclusive to the airport. Fang Yun looked around as he walked.
However, what Fang Yun was most concerned about was a garden within the mansion, where many rare and precious flowers and plants from Earth were planted.
On the Eastern Continent, there is no Chinese medicine, so almost nobody knows the preciousness of these flowers and herbs.
Many doctors and pharmacists use alchemy-synthesized medicines, which have some magical effects, but are essentially similar to Western medicine, with varying degrees of side effects.
These flowers and plants themselves have a very dense spiritual energy, so many wealthy mansions will plant some flowers and plants to improve the spiritual energy in the mansion.
Of course, this is purely a personal preference, just like Fang Yu's biased love for beautiful flowers and plants.
Fang Yun's greatest hobby is to dig out Fang Yu's heart and brain, and even Fang Yun himself finds it unbelievable that he has such a wicked taste.
"Huh? Isn't this Lai Fu?" a voice came over.
Lai Fu is the name of a servant in the house. When he saw Lai coming, he immediately lowered his head: "Young Master."
The newcomer was none other than the son of Yu Fengnian, Yu Fengnian himself. Beside him stood a white-robed priest, about fifty years old, with an icy gaze and a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even glance at Lai Fu, but instead swept over Fang Yun and the others with an arrogant gaze.
"How dare you bring these unscrupulous people in again." The white-robed priest sneered, "This is the City Lord's Manor, not your home."
"Master, this is Left Zhongren, and these are the ones who have come to treat Old Master's strange illness." Lai Fu said in a low voice.
"How can these people possibly cure Grandfather? Look at them, which one looks like a doctor? They even bring in little kids, did Father let you watch the door and choose doctors? Is this how you chose?" Yufeng Nian asked, looking at Laifu.
"Master... they..."
"Drive them out immediately, our Yu family doesn't need people with unknown origins." Yufeng Nian shouted angrily.
"What a big show!" Fang Yun looked at Yu Fengnian with disdain: "Since your Yu family doesn't need me to see the doctor, then we won't bother seeing this illness. Let's go."
"Heh heh...... a little devil who hasn't even grown a full head of hair, actually dares to say they can diagnose illnesses, probably doesn't even recognize a few characters."
"In ten days, I'll make your father personally invite me over!" Fang Yun said coldly.
"You dare to utter such arrogant words with your tender age." Left Zhongren sneered.
"How dare you speak disrespectfully in my Jade family, looking for death!" Yu Fengnian's face revealed a fierce and ruthless expression, as he waved his hand to shoot out a fireball that rapidly flew towards Fang Yun's back.
"Master be careful!" Wu Yue and the others exclaimed, they didn't expect that Yu Fengnian would actually attack without warning. At this moment, Fang Yun had his back to Yu Fengnian, don't let him take advantage of it.
Fang Yun turned around, stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The fireball fell into Fang Yun's palm, but instead of exploding, it floated calmly in his palm.
The crowd gasped in shock, staring at Fang Yun in disbelief. This fireball would explode as soon as it came into contact with any physical object - this was almost common sense. Yet, Fang Yun had actually caught it in his hand.
"Let me teach you how to use fireballs!" Fang Yun's eyes turned cold: "Nine Yang Pierces the Sun!"
Although Fang Yun couldn't use magic, he could use immortal techniques. The Nine Suns Piercing the Sun was only a low-level immortal technique, but when Fang Yun used it, it immediately revealed its terrifying power.
Only to see Fang Yun's palm fireball suddenly enlarged, with a diameter of half a meter, the huge fireball was like a small sun, emitting intense light, Wu Yue and others saw Fang Yun get angry, immediately retreated ten meters away.
Wu Yue and the others, each of them gazed at Fang Yun with eyes full of worship, although they knew that Fang Yun's martial skills were exceptional, but they did not expect that Fang Yun would also know magic, and his strength was in no way inferior to his martial arts.
Fang Yun's magic, however, scared Yu Feng so much that he peed his pants. He had never seen such powerful magic before. At the age of 19, Yu Feng was still at a mediocre level with only 2nd rank 9th grade strength. Apart from a few low-level spells, he hadn't even seen other types of magic, let alone learned them.
At this moment, he saw Fang Yun, who was only fourteen years old, and yet possessed such powerful magic.
"Be careful, Master Yu!" Zhong Ren exclaimed, immediately blocking in front of Yu Fengnian and waving his hand: "Holy Light Shield."
Only to see a white wall barrier appear in front of Zuo Zhongren, radiating light in all directions. This holy light shield was a high-level magic spell, and even Zuo Zhongren found it slightly difficult to cast.
"Today, let you know what it means to have a strong opponent in the midst of strength!" Fang Yun snorted, and the surface of the fireball in his hand immediately shot out a fierce flame pillar, with countless flames dancing on the fireball.
"A strong man in a strong country must have a strong hand!" The crowd was shocked, and even Yu Fengnian's heart rose with an unstoppable feeling.
