Chapter 412 - Unwelcome Visitor
Chapter 412 of "Online: I Can See Health Bars" starts with: Fang Yu:...This efficiency is indeed faster than general Martial Arts.But it seems... thereâs no rapid... Continue exploring!
Fang Yu:...This efficiency is indeed faster than general Martial Arts.
But it seems... thereâs no rapid progress like "improving by leaps and bounds," or "speeding up the progress," right?
Or perhaps, in the eyes of an NPC, a Martial Arts that takes several years to improve, having several subtle changes in one night is already a manifestation of superior talent.
But compared to system-leveling, this is nothing!
Fang Yu looked at the proficiency prompt and sighed.
Forget it, I am not destined for arduous cultivation, I donât have that talent, you know.
Speaking of giving up, it seems unnecessary. Whatever I train is still training; this one increases proficiency faster than general Martial Arts, maybe someday itâll suddenly level up and Iâll have several attribute points to spare.
He glanced at his second sister.
Goodness, her health went up by another point.
Ding Hui really has some tricks up his sleeve.
But isnât he feeding second sister too many herbal soups? Her belly seems a bit swollen...
"Umm?!"
It seemed like second sister suddenly started slapping Ding Huiâs wrist, almost choking.
"Ding Hui?!"
Fang Yu shouted, but Ding Hui showed no sign of stopping.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle...
Second sister managed to drink it all down forcibly, gasping for air, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Ding, Doctor Ding, isnât tonightâs dose of the herbal soup too much? My, my stomach feels a bit uneasy."
"There are three more bowls, come on, keep it up."
Fang Yu could hardly stand to watch.
"Ding Hui, letâs continue tomorrow, second sister is feeling unwell."
Ding Hui gave him a sidelong glance, apparently weighing something, and finally sighed.
"Alright, letâs call it a day for now. Weâll continue tomorrow."
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Second sister cheered, then collapsed on the table, her eyelids fluttering as they slowly closed.
"I feel... like Iâm falling apart... today..."
With those words, she started snoring.
"Look what youâve done to her," Fang Yu said with frustration, looking at Ding Hui, who put her index finger to her lips.
"Shh."
What?
Fang Yu was slightly taken aback.
Boom!!
A red steam billowed from second sisterâs body, lifting her sleeping form into the air.
"What did you feed her?!"
"Shut up! I told you I know what Iâm doing. Her Spirit Powder has been suppressed for too long; it will only integrate deeper into her body. Proper release is necessary so that it can be better separated later."
Darn it!
When it comes to professionalism, I have no say in the matter.
Iâm not the one with the technical knowledge.
"Well, youâre busy then..."
"Nonsense! Iâll take her back to her room. You continue your training."
Without waiting for Fang Yuâs response, Ding Hui pushed the floating second sister into the room like a balloon, closed the door, and all went silent.
Fang Yu continued his cultivation in frustration; after all, a Martial Artist has abundant energy. Tonight, Iâll be a liver emperor, working hard on my proficiency to see the efficiency.
Holding Brother Qingâs Demon Bloodline, I should have some natural talent for Martial Arts.
When Fang Yu was deeply immersed in practicing , feeling he was about to increase his proficiency...
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door from outside.
Fang Yu was startled.
Because by now, it was already late at night.
They had already lit the oil lamps in the house, casting a faint glow.
The streets outside should be shrouded in darkness.
At this time, at this moment, someone was knocking on the door?
This is truly a bit abnormal.
Fang Yu squinted his eyes, glancing in the direction of his second sisterâs room.
It seems Ding Hui is still engrossed in his research, oblivious to the world outside.
Then let me see, who comes knocking on the door at this late hour.
Could it be that Che Linfang has returned? Or could it be someone from the Foolish Underworld coming to investigate and it has somehow involved us?
He approached the door.
Creak...
He opened it.
Standing at the door was a young man in black clothes.
Moreover, Fang Yu recognized him.
"Lin... Wu?"
The face of Lin Wu moved above Lin Wuâs head.
There, Lin Wuâs latest health bar was displayed.
health?
What was Lin Wuâs health bar last time I saw him?
Wasnât it just around 30 points?
Whatâs this situation? A stroke of luck?
No, this doesnât add up. Lin Wu, what sort of mystical encounter could you possibly have had?
Could it be that youâve taken refuge with Yuan Hongxin, gorging on his heart-drilling demons?
Fang Yu squinted slightly.
"Junior Brother Lin, coming to me so late, whatâs the matter? If itâs about the issues with the Martial Arts Hall, thereâs no need to mention it. I am now a disciple of Yangshen Hall. My master should understand my difficulties."
Thereâs no way Iâm going back; I donât even want to see Yuan Hongxinâs monstrous face.
Under the moonlight, Lin Wu slowly raised his head, opening his eyes to look at Fang Yu.
"Thereâs no need to pretend, that movement just now has exposed you, causing a disturbance in the . I thought I was the only one who had secretly traversed the to this place, but it turns out thereâs competition from others of our kind. Too many monks and not enough gruel; I think we need to divide our territories. What do you say, kin?"
What?
Fang Yu was instantly stunned.
That taste, it feels a bit demonic.
A clench in Fang Yuâs heart, and now looking at Lin Wu under the moonlight, his attire was exactly the black clothing mentioned by Che Linfang.
Black clothing, youth, last night, kin...
A flash of insight seemed to cross Fang Yuâs mind.
"Are you Hu Shusheng?!"
As soon as these words fell, Fang Yu felt something was wrong.
Because the blood volume didnât match.
Although Hu Shusheng is just a lowly demon, he also had several hundred blood volume, not the neat 100s.
So what was happening?
He was baffled.
Lin Wu was slightly taken aback too.
As if not understanding what Fang Yu was talking about.
But his brows also began to slowly furrow.
"No, thatâs not right... thatâs not you... that presence, it has nothing to do with you!"
As if sniffing something, his gaze moved slowly from Fang Yuâs body to the closed door behind him.
Lin Wuâs eyes gradually brightened.
"So itâs hiding inside."
Lin Wu smiled, his voice suddenly rising a few notches.
"Fellow kin, no need to hide anymore, I have found you. Come out, let us discuss this peacefully and resolve the issue. If possible, I donât want to be enemies with my own kind."
What... does this mean?
Fang Yu was bewildered.
Kin?
The kin in the room behind?
Wait!
Could it be?!
Fang Yuâs eyes widened in an instant.
"You are... a Spirit?! A Believer!!"
That was the only explanation!
My second sister had been misunderstood by Monk Quan Heng, a Believer, before.
Now Lin Wu, behaving so oddly, had a response similar to that of Monk Quan Heng.
Wait!
Lin Wu isnât Hu Shusheng.
And yet he fits the image of the Little Tonic Tavernâs assailant.
Doesnât that mean... the Little Tonic Tavern incident was Lin Wuâs doing.
If Lin Wu is a Believer, then does Hu Shusheng still live??
So... was everything orchestrated by Lin Wu?!
However, Fang Yuâs words were completely ignored by Lin Wu.
As if Fang Yu didnât even qualify to get a glance from him.
From beginning to end, he was only conversing with someone inside the room.
But now, Lin Wu seemed to have realized something wasnât adding up.
"No, this ainât right! Not right!!! What in the world is inside that? Itâs not my kin!!"
Lin Wu suddenly roared furiously and stepped into the room with a heavy stomp.
Snap!
Just as his body was about to fully step into the room, his hand was firmly grasped by Fang Yu.
Lin Wuâs furious eyes glanced at him sideways.
"Worthless ant."
Bang!!!
In an instant, a violent force knocked Fang Yu flying, slamming him against the wall inside the house.
"Quiet!"
Almost at the moment Fang Yu hit the wall, Ding Hui just happened to open the door and roared out.
But as the door opened, Ding Hui was stunned.
In front, a rolling red steam was lifting a black-clothed youth into midair, gazing down from a great height.
And on the wall next to them, marked with a dent, was Fang Yu slowly peeling away.
"What happened...?"
Ding Hui was flabbergasted.
"Itâs not you either!!"
The black-clothed youth floating in midair twisted his hand in the air.
Whoosh!
The rolling red steam that was spilling out from around the black-clothed youth rushed toward Ding Hui like a command, surging madly like a red tide!
"Ding Hui?!"
"Whatâs happening aaaaah!!"
Armor...ize!!!