Yang Shu Mei Ying

Chapter 17 Part 2

Jun Shuying was silent, but his hand tightened around his cup.

Gao Fang played with a cup and continued, "I was originally worried that Qing Lang would do something to you. You've been at odds with him, but he never had a problem......"

The cup clattered. It was the sound of it shattering into pieces. Jun Shuying grabbed Gao Fang's neck hard. The veins on his hands popped. He said viciously, "You're really getting bolder and bolder. Do you think that I won't kill you?"

Gao Fang's eyes widened. His mouth opened wide as his hands clutched the big hand around his beck. Jun Shuying used more strength. Only when Gao Fang's face turned blue and bloodless did he let go. He looked coldly down at him. Gao Fang clutched his neck and sat on the ground, coughing and gasping for breath. He cut a very sorry figure.

"I...... I know my mistake. Please forgive me, Sect Master." Gao Fang looked up at Jun Shuying.

Jun Shuying coldly snorted. He ordered, "Strengthen the defense to prevent Qing Lang from coming. Don't bother me if there's nothing important."

Gao Fang lowered his head and assented. Jun Shuying nodded faintly. "Go out."

"Yes, this subordinate takes his leave." Gao Fang crawled up from the ground and suppressed his cough. He bowed as he left. Several finger bruises were clearly printed on his thin white neck. Jun Shuying slightly frowned. He walked over to the bookcase when he heard Gao Fang's ringing bells gradually fade away. He pulled a few books out and continued to immerse himself in his investigation.

Gao Fang was efficient. The defensive deployment was soon arranged. Jun Shuying knew that with his current strength, he could only wait to be captured if he and Qing Lang had a direct confrontation. He could only hope that those subordinates were useful and could block him. But he must find a solution.

Jun Shuying seemed strong, but he was almost always in fear. He could not stabilize his internal force. He lost even his only thing he could rely on. He woke up in the middle of the night sometimes from nightmares.

His suddenly empty dantian [two inches below navel where Qi resides] felt a hundred times worse than a nightmare. He was like a feeble person who couldn't even kill a chicken living among a group of tigers, leopards, and jackals. He was in danger of being destroyed at any moment.

He thought carefully. It was as if his good luck had disappeared ever since he met that Chu Feiyang. His luck had turned for the worse. If he wasn't injured by Chu Feiyang, he wouldn't have lost to Qing Lang; he wouldn't have been under some strange gu's effects; he wouldn't have experienced that shameful night in the cave; and he wouldn't be losing internal force day after day and could do nothing about it.

He didn't know when he would recover. He didn't know when he would be found out and die in tragic circumstances.