Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms - Chapter 84
Chapter 84: You Aren’t My Son
“Get up.”
Fang Chen didn’t acknowledge Chen Da’s words, but the latter was already confident by then that the person standing before him and War God Fang.
The man before him was as the rumors depicted him—young like a youth, yet more valiant than a thousand men!
The martial artists pinned under Yuan Zhuang and the other rectifiers’ feet stared at Fang Chen with frightened eyes.
“What’s your father’s name?” Fang Chen asked.
“W-wait! War God Fang can’t possibly be here. It wasn’t long since he purged the Greenpine Superior Dojo, so he must have many matters to attend to. He wouldn’t have the spare time to journey to the southern region…” the young man murmured.
With those words, he convinced himself that the person before him was an impostor, so he changed his attitude once more and sneered, “How dare you impersonate War God Fang? Someone as important as War God Fang wouldn’t step into the wild southern region for no reason. Otherwise, the other countries would surely send assassins after him!”
Those words set the crowd thinking. Is he really not Fang Chen?
Chen Da’s eyes also glimmered with doubt.
“Young master, this fellow just won’t give up!” Yuan Zhuang chortled.
“Hold him down first. Let’s finish our tea before settling this,” Fang Chen said before ignoring the young man altogether.
Yuan Zhuang and the others returned to their tables and continued sipping their tea too. The southern region’s climate was simply too warm, and only the chilled tea here could cool them down.
The young man and his lackeys were pinned down by the constables, unable to move at all.
“You’re stubbornly keeping up with the act? Wait till my father learns about it. It’ll be too late for regrets by the time he dispatches soldiers over!” The young man harrumphed.
But no one paid the young man any heed. They leisurely sipped on their chilled tea, ordering a pot after another, determined to drink till they were satisfied.
While serving the customers, the teahouse’s manager would occasionally glance at the young man with worried eyes. The merchants and martial artists who should have left by now seemed to be glued to their seats too.
The Blackriver Sect’s Chen Da chose to linger as well.
They were dying of curiosity to know if the person before them was Fang Chen.
In less than an hour’s time, the ground suddenly shook as galloping horses could be heard outside.
Chen Da’s ears pricked up, and a moment later, he murmured, “There must be at least a hundred cavalrymen here…”
“Young master is in there!” someone bellowed.
The young man was excited to hear that voice, and he immediately shouted back, “Centurion Wu, I’m here! Come in and take down these bandits!”
The teahouse had been surrounded by over a hundred cavalrymen. Ten were dressed in the Valiant Defenders’ uniforms, and their leader was a brawny man who emanated the aura of a Ki Explosion martial artist.
The leader quickly barged into the teahouse with his men.
The crowd revealed fearful looks upon seeing the Valiant Defenders.
The leader quickly noticed that the young man was pinned under a constable’s foot, and his eyes glowed with a red light. He glared at Fang Chen and the others and roared, “Audacious! How dare you lay your hand on our young master? Do you have a death wish?”
“Centurion Wu from the Valiant Defenders…” Chen Da murmured fearfully.
“What airs you are putting on,” Yuan Zhuang scoffed. “Threatening to chop off people’s heads at a whim. We should have tapped into our connections and entered the Valiant Defenders instead of joining the Court of Great Brilliance.”
“Indeed.”
“It sure is comfortable being a Valiant Defender.”
The other rectifiers also sneered in response.
Centurion Wu was taken aback. Court of Great Brilliance?
“Don’t be fooled by them, Centurion Wu! These people are impersonators! One of them even claimed to be War God Fang!” The young man raised his hand with much difficulty and pointed at Fang Chen.
Impersonating War God Fang?! That’s a crime that warrants capital punishment! Startled, Centurion Wu quickly ordered, “Release our young master right now, and I’ll give you a chance to explain yourselves!”
“Huangfu Jie, do the South Immortal Commandery’s Valiant Defenders usually act so domineering?” Fang Chen asked.
“That’s how they usually conduct themselves, though they rarely mess with our Seven Profound Sect. That being said, they do think of ordinary civilians as lower beings they can shove around as they like,” Huangfu Jie snorted.
“Seven Profound Sect’s Huangfu Jie?! You are… Seven Profound Saber!” Centurion Wu finally recognized Huangfu Jie, and his heart skipped a beat.
This was the number one expert of not just their South Immortal Commandery but the entire southern region! Huangfu Jie was said to have already reached pinnacle Ki Control despite his young age, and there was a chance he could advance to Ki Manifestation in the near future.
The young man was stunned. So were his lackeys. Chen Da and the others were dumbstruck.
“You recognize me?” Huangfu Jie asked Centurion Wu.
“I followed Lord Chiliarch to the Seven Profound Sect to investigate the matter concerning the massacre of the Heavensword Mountain Villa. It was there that I met you.” Centurion Wu clasped his fist at Huangfu Jie. “May I know how my young master offended you? Could you let this matter go on my account?”
The young man quietly watched the situation. Since Centurion Wu recognizes Huangfu Jie, there should be no doubt about his identity. But if that’s the case, could that man really be…
His heart, which had calmed down due to Centurion Wu’s arrival, beat violently once more.
“I’m afraid this matter cannot be resolved that easily. I don’t call the shots here.” Huangfu Jie shook his head.
“Hahaha! Who here could be more important than young master Huangfu? I’d love to know who in the South Immortal Commandery has such a transcendental standing!”
There was a hearty laughter coming from outside, and a slim, middle-aged man strutted into the teahouse. He was accompanied by thirty Valiant Defenders.
“Lord Chiliarch!” Centurion Wu and the others quickly bowed.
Even the South Immortal Commandery’s chiliarch is here?
The crowd instinctively stood up, knowing that they were standing before an important figure. Anyone making a living in the South Immortal Commandery couldn’t circumvent this man, including Chen Da’s Blackriver Sect. Most of them had ‘donated’ money to the Valiant Defenders before.
“Father!” the young man exclaimed in delight. There might be a chance to amicably resolve this matter now that my father is here. No matter what, he’s still a chiliarch of the Valiant Defenders!
“You sure are brazen to humiliate my son…” the middle-aged man sneered as he swept his gaze across the crowd.
When his eyes fell on Fang Chen, he suddenly jolted as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and he stiffened on the spot. Without any hesitation, he kneeled to the ground and cried out, “Subordinate Jue Panshi pays respect to War God Fang!”
It really is War God Fang!
Chen Da and the others were overjoyed. They quickly kneeled down as well.
The young man and his lackeys were dazed. Is there a need for my father to kneel down so quickly even if the person before us is War God Fang? The Valiant Defenders should be an independent organization that exists outside of other command chains, accountable only to the emperor!
“Chiliarch Jue, I heard your Valiant Defenders boast unchecked powers in the South Immortal Commandery?” Fang Chen asked with a smile.
“There’s no such thing! War God Fang, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere,” Jue Panshi frantically denied the matter as cold sweat soaked his back.
“Not only did your son attempt to chase us out, but he even coveted the abbess traveling with War God Fang. This can’t be the first time he’s doing something like that. The Valiant Defenders must have gotten powerful for your son to dare pick on our Great Xia’s War God,” Yuan Zhuang sneered sarcastically.
“Father…” the young man tried to speak up.
“Don’t call me father. I don’t have a son like you. Get lost!” Jue Panshi bellowed. He turned to Fang Chen with an apologetic smile, “War God Fang, I have long wondered if this child is truly my son, and this verifies it. You may deal with this matter however you wish to.”
The young man sunk into despair.
