Chapter 333 - On The Wu Zhou Bridge (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

As soon as the two love birds left the Su Family’s residence, they sampled each and every food truck in downtown. Fang Qiong had decided to let go for the day as she wolfed down greasy street food.

Pork Mooncake, Honey Tofu Curd, Deep Fry Potstickers, Lard Rice Cake, Date and Walnut Loaf.

The downtown area of the city was modeled after the buildings of the Tang and the Song dynasty. Buildings made out of dark walls and green roofs hugged the ancient street. A network of bridges linked the roads across a web of small channels. The streets were filled with tourists who were enamored with the quaint and serene scene.

After the two had eaten enough, they walked along the famous Scholar’s Channel to help digest. Fang Qiong pointed at the ancient well-preserved buildings from time to time, telling Chen Fan the stories behind each one of them.

In the end, the two paused on the Wu Zhou Bridge.

“Listen, if you want to ask me about Chen Beixuan, just do it.” Chen Beixuan stood against the railing and looked at Fang Qiong with a smile.

“So you have decided to tell me everything?” Fang Qiong batted her lashes at Chen Fan expectantly. “Who are you exactly? Are you Chen Fan, Chen Beixuan or Master Chen? Why do I feel that you are so much more different than the Chen Fan I knew when we were kids.”

“I am Chen Fan, Master Chen and also Chen Beixuan.”

Chen Fan rested his arm on the stone lion statue at the top of the railing and said slowly.

“So are you that fortune teller I met by the Jin City River?” Fang Qiong wrinkled her nose and said faintly.

The fortune-teller had given Fang Qiong a Dharma Treasure before he disappeared amidst the waves. Fang Qiong had suspected that Professor Chen at the university was that fortune-teller in disguise. However, after seeing Professor Chen in real life, his handsome features and impressive knowledge differed from the overall demeanor of the fortune-teller.

“Of course, that’s me. Who else would give you a Dharma Artifact for free?” Chen Fan jabbed a finger at the girl’s forehead and said with a smile. “That was the very first Dharma Artifact I had made and it has more than one incredible effect. It might hurt my feelings if you don’t wear it all the time.”

“Yes, I do.” Fang Qiong protested. However, she couldn’t help but ask: “Xiao Qiong, how come you suddenly possessed so much magical power, such as walking on water and flying through the air? Are you an immortal now? Did you also make up a story about the North Mystic Celestial Lord and the Zi Qiong G.o.ddess?”

“I am not an immortal yet. But being an immortal is not as big of a deal as you thought. Even a martial artist who had achieved a high enough level of attainment in their internal force cultivation could pull that off.” Chen Fan said lightly.

“Internal Force cultivation?” Questions lit up in Fang Qiong’s eyes.

She was the heir of the Ming De Group a company that her father had founded when he had nothing. The line of business Fang Mingde was in and his relatively low position at the totem pole means that he had never been exposed to the world of Martial Arts. Therefore, Fang Qiong also knew very little about martial artists and spell casters.

Chen Fan filled in the details for Fang Qiong patiently.

“Underneath the peaceful and harmonious facade of our society exists another world that plays by different rules. Men and women in this society are much more than thugs and outlaws. They are martial artists, Spell caster and Extraordinary Ones.”

Chen Fan continued. “a martial artist started to surpa.s.s ordinary humans once they gained the power of Internal Force. Even the top Law enforcement units might not be able to bring down these Internal Force users. Most Internal Force users who had reached the peak of their cultivation were able to lord over an entire area.”

Chen Fan paused and asked: “Do you know anything about your friend Tang Yifei’s father?”

“You mean Sister Yifei? I only know her father Tang Yuanqin is a powerful man in Jiang Nan Province’s underground world.” Fang Qiong batted her lashes and asked curiously: “Even when I was little, I had heard that the Tang family was as powerful as the Song family and the Qiao Family.”

“Then haven’t you ever wondered why a seemingly ordinary man could have gained so much prestige and respect among his peers?” Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and asked.

“Do you mean—”Fang Qiong covered her mouth to stifle a cry.

“Yes, Tang Yuanqin is a martial artist, a peak level Internal Force user to be precise. He was able to preside over the Jin City and had a monopoly over the marine transportation businesses.” Chen Fan said as he looked over the railing and saw a little Chinese junk boat.

Fang Qiong was taken aback by the revelation.

It was the first time she heard of this entirely different world that coexisted with her own world all the while.

She had thought that Tang Yuanqin was able to lord over Jin City because of his successful business strategies, and she would never have expected him to be a martial artist. No wonder Tang Yuanqin was able to remain in power while other powerful family lords fell like flies. Let it be a.s.sa.s.sins or criminal investigations, nothing seemed to be able to bring him down.

“So let me guess. Your name is Master Chen, and you have Divine powers. Is that how you pin those tyc.o.o.ns in Jiang Bei under your thumb?” Realization finally dawned upon Fang Qiong. Just like Tang Yuanqin, Chen Fan was able to claim supremacy in Jiang Bei because of the exact same reason as that of Tang Yuanqin’s success.

If martial artists were really as powerful as they were portrayed in the movies, they should be able to bring any tyc.o.o.n to their heels.

“Xiao Qiong, how does your power compare to Tang Yuanqin’s?” Fang Qiong asked curiously.

“Haha. Tang Yuanqin?” Chen Fan let out a peal of laughter. “Silly girl, you think too lightly of your husband. I am considered the Greatest pride of our nation. Tang Yuanqin simply couldn’t compare. He could maybe be qualified as my butler.”