To everyone's surprise, Fu Mingxu shook his head: "I won't help you kill someone."
"He won't either."
He stared at Fu Shanqing for a few moments, his gaze lingering on the man's severed knees. After a moment of silence, he said, "But I can make your limbs grow back."
Fu Shanqing didn't expect him to be so resolute. Looking into Fu Mingxu's clear eyes, he knew that he wasn't giving him a chance to bargain.
"Limb regeneration? Unless you let me leap to the Nascent Soul stage." Fu Shanqing's voice was very dry, assuming he was being tricked. "With your abilities?"
Faced with his questioning, Fu Mingxu was not angry, but nodded firmly: "Yes, based on me. But I'm not going to let you leap to the Nascent Soul stage. Even if I had that ability, you don't have the capacity to enter the Nascent Soul stage."
Fu Shanqing stood frozen in place. He was arguing about something when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Han Tao looking over at him.
His golden eyes gleamed, revealing a fierce glint within, carrying a strong warning.
The cold glance sent chills down his spine, making him shudder uncontrollably and instantly clear his head.
Fu Mingxu had always known that his father had gone to Wuwang Island, but despite his inquiries, he had never heard any news about the island.
Since Fu Shanqing left the Fu family for the Tianxuan Sect, he could only train in the surrounding areas. Therefore, he guessed that the information about his father that the other party mentioned should be something he had initially learned from the Fu family.
In other words, Fu Shoude, the current head of the Fu family, should know something about his father's whereabouts.
"Do you know about Wuwang Island?" he asked tentatively. Sure enough, he saw Fu Shanqing's brow twitch and he immediately understood. "Tell me what you know, and I'll help you regenerate your severed limbs."
Shen Ange had already pulled away A-Shu, who was watching the commotion. Han Tao stood next to Fu Mingxu, coldly looking at Fu Shanqing, showing no pity for his current miserable state.
Fu Shanqing finally realized that Fu Mingxu was not as weak and easily bullied as he had imagined.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, apart from the fact that they "tricked" Fu Mingxu in the matter of the marriage to bring good luck, no one in the Fu family could really bully the other.
From the current perspective, this marriage to bring him good luck wasn't a bad thing for him.
Looking at the two figures standing side by side, he felt as if a huge stone was sinking into his heart, almost tearing it out.
At this moment, Fu Shanqing suddenly "woke up".
Fu Mingxu took two steps forward and looked down at him: "Since you've come to me, you must want something in addition to seeking temporary protection."
This is all I can give you.
"Of course, if you are unwilling, I don't mind searching your soul."
What do you think?
Upon hearing these words, Fu Shanqing felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Han Tao stood beside him again and said coldly, "I'll do it."
After saying that, he actually lifted his foot and moved closer to Fu Shanqing.
His expression was calm, and his gaze toward Fu Shanqing was cold and ruthless, as if Fu Mingxu could disrupt the other's consciousness with just a single command.
Fu Shanqing was horrified; his face turned deathly pale, and even his lips trembled.
"No rush." Fu Mingxu quickly pulled him back, his face tense. "Let him think it over himself."
After saying that, he didn't wait for Fu Shanqing's reply, but directly pulled Han Tao out.
Once outside the room, he couldn't help but pat his chest, then looked up and glared at him: "You really want to do a soul search? Don't you know that this method is too vicious, and if it is carried out, you will be plagued by evil karma?"
Before Han Tao could answer, he continued, "Let me tell you, even if you have the Heavenly Mirror to temporarily conceal the secrets of heaven, it won't work!"
They are not the same Fengyou they once were, nor can they ever become the same Fengyou they once were.
Han Tao's gaze fell on their clasped hands. After a moment of silence, he spoke: "You don't need to lift a finger."
"You!" Fu Mingxu was so angry at his words that he almost fainted. He said irritably, "I don't need your kind of help."
His emotions were fluctuating wildly, and he didn't even let go of Han Tao's hand.
Han Tao naturally wouldn't remind him of this. He stared at him intently for a few moments before curling his lips and saying, "I know you were just trying to scare him, weren't you?"
Fu Mingxu's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "So, you were just cooperating with me just now?"
When he saw the other person nod in agreement, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
After all that, it turns out I was just worrying unnecessarily.
The "argument" between the two ended with Han Tao's explanation. Fu Mingxu wanted to take out some pills from his storage bag, but after moving his fingertips, he belatedly realized that his hand was still being held in Han Tao's palm.
With the slightest movement, he could clearly feel the rough calluses rubbing against the back of his hand, sending a subtle shiver through his skin.
Oh right, he pulled Hantao out in his panic just now.
The two stood outside the door, Han Tao's figure blocking the view from those inside.
Fu Shanqing leaned against the bed railing, and from his angle, he could only see Han Tao's tall back and a glimpse of a green robe that seemed to be nestled in his arms.
The burning sensation on the back of his hand was unsettling, and the thought of being seen at any moment made Fu Mingxu inexplicably anxious.
When he looked down, he could see their hands clasped together, like an inseparable pair of lovers.
"Let go," he said softly, a faint warmth reaching his earlobe. "Fu Shanqing should have thought it through. I'll go ask him."
Footsteps sounded from not far away; someone would surely appear in no time.
But Han Tao did not let go as he said. His voice was low and deep: "It hasn't even been a quarter of an hour since we came out. Do you really think he has thought it through?"
When his hastily made-up excuse was exposed, Fu Mingxu's face flushed, but he didn't forget to remind him, "Then let go."
Han Tao remained calm despite seeing his urgency, and even used his free hand to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead, giving a soft "hmm".
The rough fingertips accidentally touched the smooth forehead, and a touch of reluctance followed as they left.
A note from the author:
Han Tao: Since I've already bought it, please have my wife deliver it to me as soon as possible.
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 61
Before Shen Ange came into their sight, Han Tao subtly let go of his hand, but his gaze remained fixed on Shen Ange's side.
As the heat enveloping his hands disappeared, a strange feeling arose in Fu Mingxu's heart.
He seemed to have gradually become accustomed to Han Tao's touch without even realizing it. By the time he remembered, his body's instincts had already made a judgment before his consciousness could.
“Mingxu.” Shen Ange’s arrival interrupted his thoughts. She glanced into the room and deliberately lowered her voice, “I found out that Fu Shanqing’s leg disability was indeed caused by Fu Haoren, and it happened in the secret realm.”
"I don't know what Fu Haoren did, but Fu Shanqing was not only removed from the inner disciple list of Tianxuan Sect, but his originally appointed master also abandoned him and instead took Fu Haoren as his disciple."
"Unfortunately, the Tianxuan Sect has closed down now, so this is all the information I could find out."
To be honest, Shen Ange was also full of doubts. She didn't know what abilities Fu Haoren had that had forced Fu Shanqing to such a state.
"So it seems their fates have been reversed." Fu Mingxu frowned slightly upon hearing this, but he only assumed that Fu Haoren had used some trickery.
Han Tao pondered for a moment, and after the two finished speaking, he slowly said, "It's a master-slave contract."
Fu Mingxu and Shen Ange both looked at him at the same time, and both adopted a posture of listening attentively.
“Fu Shanqing has a slave mark in his consciousness.” He casually flicked out a wisp of spiritual energy to shield the door behind him. “Based on what you’ve said, his master should undoubtedly be Fu Haoren.”
After a brief moment of surprise came doubt. Fu Mingxu asked, "Fu Shanqing is also willing?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had said something stupid.
Who in this world would willingly become a slave, especially one whose very consciousness is marked with the mark of slavery?
It seems that after Fu Shanqing was seriously injured in the last secret realm, Fu Haoren did not show him any family affection.
The Heavenly Profound Sect would never allow a disciple with a slave mark in their consciousness to become an inner disciple. Even if this slave mark could be removed by someone with profound cultivation, as long as there is a trace, someone will care.
With such deep-seated hatred, it's no wonder that the first thing Fu Shanqing wanted them to do was to grind Fu Haoren to dust.
But Fu Mingxu clearly didn't want to become a tool in his hands. Given his previous threats and the suggestion to help him regenerate his limbs, he felt that Fu Shanqing would know how to choose.
“I’ll go in and see; he should have the answer by now,” he said.
Han Tao stopped him, lowering his eyes and saying, "Let's wait until tomorrow, give him more time."
Fu Mingxu paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay."
Shen Ange glanced at Han Tao with an ambiguous expression, but said nothing more.
There were no extra rooms in the back of the shop, so Fu Mingxu naturally had to return to the courtyard before nightfall. Before leaving, Shen Ange handed him a storage bag. He only opened it and glanced at it briefly before he was almost dazzled by the spiritual plants inside.
"This is the payment that A-Shu asked me to give you," Shen Ange said with a light smile. "Just accept it."
Fu Mingxu looked behind her and saw A-Shu, dressed in red, looking over gently. Her beautiful eyes smiled, showing no trace of the demonic charm of a demon woman, but rather a touch of the unique beauty of a human.
He only glanced at her beauty politely, then put away the storage bag Shen Ange handed him, his voice as clear as a spring: "Although it's payment, I'll share half of the pills with you."
Shen Ange did not refuse: "Then thank you very much."
This is a tacit understanding between the two friends over the years; even as time has passed, their habits have not changed.
Han Tao glanced at the storage bag and said only, "Let's go, you should go back and rest."
As night gradually falls, this sentence inexplicably carries a unique ambiguity.
Fu Mingxu felt a little hot-eared for some reason, but seeing that Han Tao's face didn't show any special expression and his expression was still indifferent, he felt that he was overthinking it.
"Let's go." He nodded reservedly.
Shen Ange knew him quite well. As he turned around, she saw the tips of his ears turn bright red. Her heart stirred slightly, and she remained lost in thought even after the two figures disappeared.
"What are you thinking about?" A-Shu walked over slowly, the luminous pearls under the eaves emitting a faint light behind her, making her already beautiful face even more alluring.
Seeing her swaying as she walked, Shen Ange felt a headache coming on. She quickly stepped forward and placed her hands on her shoulders, saying, "I told you not to sway when you walk."
A-Shu stiffened and stared directly at her: "An-Ge doesn't like it?"
You don't like it? Not really.
Shen Ange sighed, patted her shoulder, and explained, "You're not usually one to be shy. Although I don't know why you've been behaving strangely these past two days, I still think you were more pleasing to the eye before."
A-Shu's brow furrowed and then relaxed, and she suddenly realized, "I know, An-Ge likes women who are heroic and spirited!"
Seeing that her words were becoming increasingly incoherent, Shen Ange felt helpless: "It's okay, just be yourself, do whatever you want."
Perhaps the women of the demon race are more capricious. She and Ashu talked for a long time without getting to the bottom of it. In the end, she could only hold Ashu's hand and comfort her, saying, "You are beautiful no matter what. Your demonic source should be repaired soon. You should rest more."