Chapter 667 - 180: I see you’re handsome; you must be in a mountain of debt, right?

Chapter 667: Chapter 180: I see you’re handsome; you must be in a mountain of debt, right?

"I remember now! He’s Chu Fan! That kid from Cyan Yang City..."

"Chu Fan? I heard he’s only in the Divine Power Realm, yet he dares to threaten someone in the Bright Heart Realm? He’s courting death!"

"He’s probably relying on Lord Leng’s backing, right?"

The commotion grew so intense that, for a moment, the nearby cultivators ignored the fierce tournament matches below. All eyes were fixed on Chu Fan and Wang Dandan!

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Wang Dandan.

Like an awakening lion, his robes billowed and snapped in the still air!

Beside him, Shi Hao felt the pressure and instantly went pale, finding it hard to breathe.

But in the next moment, an indescribably terrifying pressure, like the weight of Mount Tai, descended silently yet tyrannically upon Wang Dandan!

It wasn’t just a suppression of power, but a spiritual lock from a superior.

Under this pressure, Wang Dandan’s straight back suddenly bent, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

He struggled to lift his eyelids, his gaze passing over Chu Fan to the woman sitting like an iceberg not far away.

"Demon Suppression Envoy... Lord Leng..."

Cold sweat poured down Wang Dandan’s forehead like rain.

She was the stabilizing pillar of the Qing Province Demon Suppression Bureau!

Even if his father, the Patriarch of the Wang Family, were here himself, he would have to be completely respectful to this "Cold-Faced Rakshasa" and wouldn’t dare to act out of line!

If he had been in the right, it would have been another matter; the Noble Families have their pride.

But as it happened, he had been blind and mistaken the person, and had even caused a scene in public.

If the Demon Suppression Envoy were to label this as "intentionally provoking the Demon Suppression Bureau," the Wang Family would get off lightly just by losing a layer of skin.

Just as Wang Dandan’s body was trembling, on the verge of collapse, Wang Yiyi, who had taken a few steps away, turned back.

She didn’t resist the pressure, merely reaching out to pat Wang Dandan’s shoulder gently, dispelling some of his fear.

"Dandan, remember."

Wang Yiyi’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear and firm. "You were in the wrong first. If an apology is due, you apologize."

"It doesn’t matter if they have the power to suppress you, if they’re a favorite of the Demon Suppression Bureau, or a beggar from a street gang."

"Our Wang Family has stood in Qing Province for hundreds of years by relying on one word: ’Reason.’ We never bully others with our power. When we are wrong, we admit it."

Her words were resolute, and many of the spectating cultivators nodded in silent approval.

Wang Dandan took a deep breath. His arrogant demeanor subsided, and clarity returned to his eyes. "You’re right, Sis."

He looked at Chu Fan, cupped his hands, and said in a heavy voice, "Fine. After I return to Qing Province City, I will have someone deliver a Flower of the Melting Core to you."

With that, he turned to leave.

But after two steps, he paused, turned back to Chu Fan, and a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. "However, let’s settle one thing at a time."

"To be honest, I’d also like to see if a presumptuous Demon Suppression Guard like you really has the strength to harm me."

"If you have what it takes, I’ll be waiting for you in the Bright Heart Realm arena! Don’t disappoint me!"

Chu Fan smiled faintly and didn’t reply, only making a "go ahead" gesture.

Back when he helped Demon Suppression Captain Nangong Yue solve the brothel case, she had procured a "Flower of the Melting Core" from the Wang Family for him.

Running into someone from the Wang Family this time, he had only asked on a whim. He hadn’t expected their reserves to be so deep that they actually had another one in stock!

This was a pleasant surprise.

After the Wang siblings had walked away, the crowd of onlookers began to disperse.

"Hey, hey, hey... brother..."

Shi Hao slung an arm around Chu Fan’s shoulder and let out a long sigh, looking as if he’d just survived a catastrophe. "You’re too damn brave! You scared me to death just now."

"But you helped me out of a jam this time, and you defended my honor in front of a beauty. I’ve gotta thank you for that!"

"But this Flower of the Melting Core is a Fire Attribute Body Refining Treasure. It’s useless to me..."

Chu Fan flicked his wrist, and a delicate, small white jade bottle appeared in his palm. He dangled it in front of Shi Hao’s eyes. "I have a use for it."

"How about I trade you this Five-Stripe Acupoint Opening Pill for that ’Flower of the Melting Core’?"

Shi Hao stared at the small bottle, his eyes instantly glazing over, almost drooling. "Five stripes?! Deal!"

The two exchanged a glance and chuckled deviously, filled with the joy of partners in crime.

However, at that very moment—

The two felt the temperature around them plummet as a bone-chilling cold slithered up their spines like a venomous snake.

A young man in a dark cyan brocade robe, with an androgynously handsome face, had appeared like a phantom less than three feet behind them!

His eyes were devoid of emotion, holding only a dead silence.

It was none other than the young master of the Qing Province Zhang Family, Zhang Tianyu!

Zhang Tianyu was expressionless as he said flatly, "Chu Fan, my sister, Zhang Ling’Er, died because of you."

His tone was so bland it was as if he were remarking, "The weather is nice today."

But everyone nearby who heard those words felt their hearts clench, sensing the thick, undisguised killing intent within them!

The smile on Chu Fan’s face slowly faded.

He turned around, looked at Zhang Tianyu, and suddenly sighed. His gaze became distant and profound.

Chu Fan’s voice was low and magnetic, tinged with the weight of experience, as he said wistfully, "Perhaps it’s been too long since I’ve seen the peach blossoms..."

Zhang Tianyu: "..."

Shi Hao: "???"

Ignoring their reactions, Chu Fan continued in that same artistic, melancholic tone, "The following spring, I made a special trip to that person’s hometown..."

The surroundings fell silent, with only the sound of the wind sweeping past.

Zhang Tianyu’s brow furrowed slightly.

’What kind of trick is this guy pulling?’

Shi Hao’s jaw dropped, his face a mask of utter confusion.

Chu Fan tilted his head up slightly, gazing at a forty-five-degree angle toward a non-existent sunset, his eyes vacant. "There were no peach blossoms there at all."

"Peach Blossom... was just a woman’s name."

Zhang Tianyu: "..."

Shi Hao: "..."

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

’What is this madman rambling about?’

’Has he been scared stupid?’

’Or is he undergoing Demonic Transformation?’

Zhang Tianyu remained silent, a muscle in the corner of his eye twitching slightly.

He had anticipated countless reactions from Chu Fan to his pressure—panic, begging for mercy in terror, feigning composure, or even bluffing with Leng Qingqiu’s power.