Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1246 - 551: Name Your Price (2)

All those chivalrous virtues brimming with righteousness had been deeply implanted in the pure heart of this innocent youth.

Humblebane Plague had originally planned for Zhao Wutian to rise as a mighty hero, passing on his martial legacy to his disciple along a fresh path, thereby achieving a measure of personal atonement.

Yet surprisingly, this very mentoring approach had now become a grave liability.

"Shut up!"

With a fierce scolding, Humblebane Plague yanked Zhao Wutian protectively behind him.

Next, he flashed Fang Yu a conciliatory smile.

"Esteemed sir, we failed to recognize Mount Tai and interrupted your rest. Please accept these 300 taels of silver; I beg Your Honor to allow this old man and youth to depart."

As he uttered those words, three silver notes were softly laid upon the table.

The moment the silver notes touched down, Brother Tian’s henchmen gawked in shock at Fang Yu’s response.

"Th-three hundred taels!!!"

"Brother Tian, that old fellow is loaded!"

Brother Tian’s subordinates kept marveling at Humblebane Plague’s fortune, but Brother Tian mulled over Fang Yu’s line, ’Are you keen to dance too?’.

That phrase rang unmistakably like player speech.

Could it be... that this man is truly a player??

Brother Tian covertly eyed Fang Yu’s form, reminiscing about his dreadfully masterful feats, before swiftly quashing the notion.

Absurd! For such a霸主-tier powerhouse to be a player—he’d rather chomp down on this table right here!

Not even the entire game would boast players of that stature.

He knew the reputations of Poison Marrow Sword and Bone Piercing Whip; both elite masters, yet they crumbled before this figure without effort—not even in the same league. How could a player pull that off!

Besides, as players swarmed into Thunder City, natives dubbed it Blue Blood Disease, picking up players’ speech styles and quirky terms, occasionally blurting strange phrases to lure out Blue Blood Disease players.

Judging solely by such lines would get you swiftly betrayed and shipped to the Foolish Underworld for coin.

Thus, Brother Tian’s suspicion flickered briefly before being firmly dismissed.

The pressing need was to bolt from this lethal inn at once.

They’d only shown up to stir chaos, spectate master duels, and pilfer techniques covertly; who’d have thought the masters were actually transcendent powerhouses, flipping the scene into catastrophe. Linger too long, and he plus his crew would likely perish on the spot.

Weeks of toil squandered—they simply couldn’t stomach it.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat! Drop everything else!"

Brother Tian issued the order, and his underlings promptly assented.

Besides their group, those Fang Yu had hurled aside earlier mostly bore grievous wounds yet clung to life, hauling themselves up from the floor. Witnessing the fight’s seismic reversal, their battle lust vanished entirely.

Their outfit’s skills, respectable as they were, couldn’t match famed virtuosos.

Even Poison Scorpion Sisters fell instantly; what nerve did they have to confront this fiend? Each silently raged at the shadowy employers behind the mission.

Damn it all—this far exceeded their league! Why dump it on them? Did those bosses have any intel at all?

Staggering to their feet clumsily, they slunk away furtively, edging past Fang Yu from afar, inching toward the inn’s doorway.

As they neared crossing the inn’s threshold, Brother Tian and the rest felt their hearts clench.

Fortunately, that havoc-wreaking butcher never once glanced their way.

Such utter dismissal might provoke a proud soul to whirl around and challenge him.

But Brother Tian was no such man.

A mere street rat pilfering kung fu secrets—what pride did he possess? Escape reigned supreme.

Yet the instant he and his men burst from the inn, poised to sprint free, they spotted the frontrunners—who’d bolted with them—abruptly falling back.

Brother Tian:?

Tracing their stares ahead, dread drained the color from his face.

Beneath the night’s shroud, from the forward gloom, a line of figures advanced, their ranks all but sealing off the inn!

The fleeing bunch now resembled penned turtles, merely shifting from a tight snare to a broader one.

"Brother Tian!"

"Who are those guys up there...?"

"Retreat... everyone retreat..."

Under duress from the shrouded throng, Brother Tian, his lackeys, and the others were forced step by grudging step back toward the inn’s doorway.

In the moonlight’s glow, Brother Tian made out their garb, his eyes bulging wide.

"So it’s... "

...

Inside the inn.

Fang Yu pulled his eyes from the receding shapes.

Those with mere three-digit health bars offered no thrill, only pointless spikes to his Evil Qi tally.

His attention swung back to Humblebane Plague and his companions.

"He can leave. You, however, must stay."

Fang Yu jabbed a finger straight at Humblebane Plague.

Humblebane Plague quivered on the spot.

Not even 300 taels could buy passage for both?

The mission payout hadn’t topped a hundred silver taels!

"I’m not leaving! Demon, others may fear you, but I won’t! I’ll stand with Master to eradicate you!"

Utterly guileless and pure-hearted, Zhao Wutian grasped nothing of the peril.

Humblebane Plague, meanwhile, gradually balled his fists.

"Is it... not enough money?"

The sum was already substantial.

By Humblebane Plague’s seasoned judgment, it qualified as a fair deal.

Pressing for more bordered on greed.

Yet with the foe dominating, even higher demands would prompt Humblebane Plague to gnash teeth and yield.

Thus, he opted to let the man dictate terms.

"Sir, name your price; we’re mere hirelings chasing coin, so spare us a chance, please."

Humblebane Plague truly exercised notable patience and decorum.

This gave Fang Yu brief pause on claiming the Blood Bag.

Glancing at the system alert once more, today’s Evil Qi buildup had surpassed thresholds, demanding days to dissipate before calm resumed.

Musing briefly, Fang Yu splayed five fingers.

"Five hundred taels, then both of you can leave. But..."

Hearing the opening words, Humblebane Plague’s expression lit up.

Trading gold for safety and escape—perfect resolution.

Yet Fang Yu’s follow-up instantly knotted his nerves anew.

"But?"

"But you must tell me who your mastermind is and where I can find them."

At those words, Humblebane Plague’s visage shifted sharply.

A truly vicious scheme!

Aiming to dismantle the puppetmaster completely?

Cases like this had cropped up before, but Thunder City wasn’t some podunk village rife with squabbles.

Its entrenched powers were all hegemon-class behemoths.

Interlocked and intertwined; slight one, and you’d provoke the Ten Major Families outright, unleashing waves until even the mightiest fell to invisible forces.

Truth be told, Humblebane Plague pegged Fang Yu’s chances as slim, even pitying him somewhat.

Despite beholding Fang Yu trounce Poison Scorpion Sisters and crew, Humblebane Plague deemed him outmatched by the colossal backers.

Still, such worries weren’t his burden.

Whatever the man sought, he’d deliver—so long as he and Zhao Wutian escaped alive.

"Master!"

Zhao Wutian clearly balked at yielding.

Yet this time, Humblebane Plague refused to humor him.

"Shut up! From now on, utter one more word and our master-disciple tie ends!"