Xiangzi’s Record of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 54: A Woman’s Death

Jin Fugui crouched like a cat on the East Tower’s third floor, cold tiles beneath, chilly night sky above.
He held his breath, listening to the room below.
From today, that kid had broken the Blood Energy Barrier, his blood energy likely surpassing Jin Fugui’s.
Not to mention Liu Tang and the guards sleeping in this building.
If one strike failed, not only would he miss the kid, but he’d have no chance of escape.
He’d thought through the risks on the way.
But this trip was non-negotiable.
Skinny Monkey, his sworn brother, died before his eyes—
trampled to pulp.
It was Jin Fugui who’d linked with Fat Fan.
No matter how you sliced it, Skinny Monkey died because of him.
This grudge demanded blood.
First Xiangzi, then Fat Fan.
One by one, they’d pay for Skinny Monkey!
Jin Fugui tightly controlled his dantian’s qi vortex, his short spear sliding into his palm.
He gripped it,
a bead of sweat tracing down his forehead.
The window was steps from the bed; he could faintly hear steady breathing inside.
His eyes narrowed, using the dense locust leaves as cover, inching toward the window.
In the tight space between floors, he curled into a ball, moving nimbly, then pausing—like a rat in a gutter.
Nearing the window’s edge,
a
crack
of lightning tore the sky!
Pale light flooded the room—
a large hand loomed by the sill.
Jin Fugui’s heart sank, but the hand curled into a fist, smashing toward his chest.
He barely raised his spear to block the ferocious blow.
Clang!
A deafening crash.
The window was blasted open from inside.
Clang!
Another crash—the courtyard gate was kicked in.
Men in blue jackets stormed in.
Fat Fan, hands on hips, his fat belly quivering, barked, “Spread out and search! Find that rat Jin Fugui!”
From the house, a timid woman’s voice called, “Dear, you back?”
Sleepless with worry, she hurried out at the noise.
Stepping out, she froze, seeing unfamiliar faces.
A flat-nosed man lunged, grabbing her collar like a chick. “Heh! Jin Fugui’s woman, eh? He’s got some luck!”
Fat Fan eyed her coldly. “Where’s Jin Fugui?”
Her heart tightened, throat choked with pain, unable to speak.
Fat Fan waved; she crumpled to the ground.
Struggling, she gasped, “My man’s out of town, back in a few days.”
A lie—she knew these men meant trouble.
“Damn it!” Fat Fan cursed. Missing Jin Fugui, he’d have no excuse for Sixth Master.
Worse, Jin Fugui knew too much—
especially about smuggling five-colored ore, a death sentence.
No matter what, Jin Fugui had to die today—Fat Fan prided himself on flawless work!
He sneered at the sprawled woman. “Don’t play me! He’s hiding somewhere! Lie, and I’ll skin you!”
Her heart trembled with fear, but she shook her head desperately.
Fat Fan waved. “Search inside!”
The men filed in.
Flat-Nose, sharpest, reached the kitchen, catching a foul stench.
A small clay pot simmered on the stove, bubbling softly.
Grimacing at the sticky mess, he kicked it over with a
clang
!
Red-black sludge splattered the floor.
The woman screamed, shoving Flat-Nose aside with sudden strength, diving for the ground.
Ignoring the heat, she frantically scooped the liquid back into the tilted pot.
“Damn crazy woman!” Fat Fan strode forward, kicking her chest.
She flew back, blood seeping from her lips, clutching the scalding pot, muttering, “
This is medicine… this is medicine…
”
The men, baffled, exchanged glances.
Then, a raspy cough came from the house.
A pale-as-paper girl stood at the door, staring at the courtyard.
She clutched the wooden box her mother had told her to keep safe, a fiery maple leaf in her hand.
“That’s Jin Fugui’s sick kid?” a man muttered.
Fat Fan’s small eyes gleamed—
mother and daughter here, Jin Fugui’s close!
He grabbed the girl.
His wrist stung—a shallow bite mark from her teeth.
“Don’t hurt my mama!” she cried, legs kicking.
Her shrill voice pierced the night.
Annoyed and wary of neighbors, Fat Fan’s heart hardened. With a twist,
the girl hit the wall like a rag doll,
slumping motionless.
The red maple leaf drifted down, landing on her.
Seeing this, the woman thrashed, screaming like a madwoman.
Fat Fan slapped her hard.
She collapsed, unconscious.
The world fell silent.
“Damn, stuck waiting here,” Fat Fan spat, eyes grim. “Can’t run from the temple if the monk’s gone—his wife and kid are here. We’ll wait!”
Flat-Nose leered at the woman’s limp body, grinning sleazily. “Fat Master,
what about her?
”
Fat Fan smirked, reading his intent. “Country dog, get lost!”
Flat-Nose gleefully hoisted the woman.
Fat Fan added, “Don’t kill her—she’s still useful!”
“Fat Master, I’ll keep her breathing,” Flat-Nose said eagerly, carrying her inside.
As he spoke, another
crack
of lightning ripped the sky, tearing a jagged white-purple line.
For a moment, it was bright as day, illuminating Fat Fan’s greasy, cold face.
A thunderous
boom
followed,
startling Fat Fan.
The same thunder jolted Jin Fugui.
Less the thunder than Xiangzi’s ferocious fist wind stunned him.
The punch not only shattered the window but slammed his chest!
In an instant, the sneak became the struck.
Caught off guard, Jin Fugui grunted, crashing against the wall like a broken kite.
The three-story drop would’ve cost half his life, but an old locust tree cushioned his fall.
Xiangzi, with a few leaps, swung down from the third floor like an ape, using ledges for grip.
Twin pillars boosted not just strength but agility.
Jin Fugui reached for his spear, but a cold edge pressed his throat.
A sharp spearhead.
“Jin Fugui, you’re no match for me!”
Xiangzi’s voice carried exhaustion.