The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

287: Chapter 287 ReasoningOutside the villa.

Han Jingyang’s car slowly pulled into a parking space.

The front and rear doors on both sides swung wide open.

Shi Xiaoya, Liu Jing, Lin Yuelan, and Lin Yuegui got out one after another.

Han Jingyang was the last to step out.

Han Jingyang got out of the car, scanned the area with a lift of his eyelids, and let out a cold snort. ”A formation!”

Shi Xiaoya was startled. ”A formation? Then how do we break it?”

Han Jingyang walked straight toward the entrance. ”To others, this formation is indeed formidable, but to me, it’s as flimsy as paper. Follow my lead in a moment.”

”Understood.”

The four women responded in unison and quickly moved to surround Han Jingyang, protecting him from all sides.

Liu Jing took the lead and knocked on the door.

The villa door slowly opened.

Wu Zhiyang’s figure was revealed.

Wu Zhiyang stood in the center of the living room holding a sword in one hand. His face was calm, but his eyes burned with a raging fire. Seeing Han Jingyang’s group, he swung his longsword and pointed it at Han Jingyang. ”You, Han, where is my disciple?”

Han Jingyang walked straight inside and smiled. ”Your disciple? That beast named Zhao Junsheng? Oh, he’s dead. I killed him. I used your disciple’s own weapon.”

As he spoke, he shook the titanium alloy flute in his hand. ”I must say, this flute is quite useful. It has good weight, high hardness, and well-distributed center of gravity. The impact feels great.”

”You’re looking for death!”

”Heh, Mr. Wu, if it really comes to a fight, it’s not certain who will die,” Han Jingyang smiled. ”Mr. Wu, I have always been a very reasonable person, and now is no exception. Come, tell me the sequence of events. What deep-seated hatred do you have with Wang Jinlan’s family in Xiaowang Village that you wouldn’t even spare a child around one year old?”

”I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business!”

”I never listen to advice, especially from someone like you,” Han Jingyang took a step forward, looking down at Wu Zhiyang. His expression gradually turned stern as he said in a deep voice, ”Wu Zhiyang, I’m not negotiating with you; you must answer. Cooperate well, and you might still have a chance to return to Taiwan alive. Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death.”

Wu Zhiyang suddenly smiled. ”You want to know?”

Han Jingyang also smiled and nodded.

”It’s a long story, dating back over twenty years,” Wu Zhiyang said as he slowly narrowed his eyes, entering a state of reminiscence. ”To be precise, it was twenty-two years ago. The famous Taiwanese jade carving master, Master Tong Xinyun, used his last strength before his death to carve a statue of guan gong. After completing the final step, Master Tong died with a smile. The moment Master Tong passed away, strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the room...”

”What kind of phenomena?”

”How should I put it? Those phenomena were something people had never seen before. The scenes were mysterious, eerie, and awe-inspiring. Master Tong’s family knelt on the spot, to the point that the local people rumored Master Tong hadn’t died, but rather...”

”But rather what?”

The story Wu Zhiyang told was simple yet captivating. His tone was concise and the content was bizarre, enough to pique anyone’s curiosity. The Lin sisters were listening so intently they had almost moved right up to him.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing also subconsciously waited for Wu Zhiyang to continue his narration.

Even Han Jingyang appeared to be listening closely.

But at that exact moment, Wu Zhiyang moved.

The longsword in Wu Zhiyang’s hand thrust straight toward Han Jingyang’s chest like a lightning bolt.

The speed was so fast that even actual lightning would be put to shame.

Wu Zhiyang was full of confidence; a sinister smile even appeared on his face the moment the sword was thrust.

The number one young expert of Quancheng?

Living in the underworld isn’t child’s play. Strength is important, but experience is even more so.

Every year, countless so-called young experts disappear silently from the underworld because of their lack of experience, failing to even make a splash before dying without a sound.

This is an inevitable law of the underworld.

Underworld experience cannot be obtained out of thin air; it must be accumulated bit by bit through personal experience.

In Wu Zhiyang’s eyes, Han Jingyang was just a young man who had luckily obtained some mysterious inheritance. His strength might not be weak, but he definitely had no underworld experience.

Therefore, while Wu Zhiyang told the story to attract the attention of Han Jingyang and the others, he was secretly gathering power to find the right moment to thrust this strongest sword strike.

Wu Zhiyang was confident he could kill Han Jingyang in one blow.

He had investigated and found that Han Jingyang was just an ordinary person, helpless against such a fatal threat.

As for those two women whose strength wasn’t bad?

Wu Zhiyang didn’t care about them at all. As long as he killed Han Jingyang, with the help of the Feng Shui formation in the villa and his disciple Yang Jinyuan, he could easily kill those two incredibly beautiful women.

He might even be able to capture them alive.

Thinking of capturing Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya—these two beauties who were like white jade—Wu Zhiyang felt as if he had returned to his peak. The sword thrusting toward Han Jingyang actually sped up slightly.

However, at the very moment the longsword was about to hit Han Jingyang...

*Clang—*

*Clang—*

Two sounds of impact rang out almost simultaneously.

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing struck at the same time.

A katana and a combat knife hit the front and back sections of the longsword respectively.

In an instant.

The longsword snapped into three pieces.

The tip and half the blade fell onto the floor with a clatter.

Only the bare hilt remained in Wu Zhiyang’s hand.

As for Wu Zhiyang, he held the hilt in a thrusting position as if he had been hit by a freezing spell, his face filled with an expression of utter disbelief.

Wu Zhiyang slowly lowered his head as a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His dull eyes fixed on his chest.

In Wu Zhiyang’s chest, a single-edged blade was lodged.

The owner of this blade was none other than Lin Yuelan, who had been standing behind Han Jingyang.

The three women had struck almost simultaneously.

What was even more remarkable was that they showed extraordinary coordination without any prior communication.

Shi Xiaoya cut off the sword tip, eliminating the greatest threat to Han Jingyang.

Liu Jing snapped the blade, completely neutralizing the threat to Han Jingyang.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuelan used the cover of Han Jingyang, Shi Xiaoya, and Liu Jing to strike silently, hitting Wu Zhiyang’s chest with one blow.

It looked like Wu Zhiyang was beyond saving.

Except by Han Jingyang.

But Han Jingyang would certainly not use his precious life-saving skills on a treacherous ”island frog” like Wu Zhiyang.

No, he wouldn’t waste any healing skills on an enemy; that would be a criminal act.

So, he watched expressionlessly as Wu Zhiyang stumbled backward.

When Wu Zhiyang collapsed on the floor clutching his chest, Han Jingyang looked up at Xiao Pingtou standing at the top of the stairs. ”Are you one of Wu Zhiyang’s people too?”

Xiao Pingtou sighed. ”Han Jingyang, why bother?”

Han Jingyang smiled. ”Judging by your accent, you’re a native of Quancheng, right? What, do you feel a sense of accomplishment by colluding with these island frogs to harm your fellow townsfolk? ’Why bother?’ How do you have the face to say that?”

Xiao Pingtou shook his head slightly. ”It’s different, it’s different. I am a native of Quancheng, that’s true, but you can’t pin this crime on me. I’m just an employee.”

”Fine, then let me ask you, was that dump truck at the entrance of Xiaowang Village arranged by you?”

”What dump truck? I don’t know anything about that.”

”It seems you have no intention of admitting it.”

”Han Jingyang, I admit you are indeed formidable, even ruthless, but you can’t just pin labels on me without cause, can you? How can I admit to something I haven’t done? Of course, if you insist on pinning it on me, I have no choice. You’re strong, you have the final say. Even if you kill me and announce to the world that I tried to kill your whole family, I wouldn’t be able to refute it.”