Unfortunate Meeting

Fang Ming didn't know what was the madman waiting for, in fact, the other party was observing his surrounding. Waiting to see whether he might be ambushed or not.

"Speak, what kind of thing do I have?"

"Like I said, I only know there is a problem. I need to inspect your Spirit Beast to know what's wrong."

Fang Ming lowered his tone, trying to be careful when his whole body ringing like an alarm when a massive tree was summoned in front of him.

The dense leaves and branches hit the ceiling, they bend to the side, causing the room to felt suffocating.

"Now?"

'System...'

[Analyzing...]

"Let me touch your Spirit Beast's root."

Fang Ming then grabbed the slithering root in his hand and turned serious.

"You... You only has this one Spirit Beast? But your strength... Hmm... This is more serious than I thought."

Fang Ming touched his chin and tried to read the system's information in detail.

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is... No one will know the problem and solution you are having... Not one in this world, except for me... So, if you kill me, you will be dead by tomorrow.

"Second, I start to question myself, why am I helping you?

"Third, the solution I will be giving you is very valuable. Perhaps even more valuable than your life."

"Want me to kill you?"

"You want to die?"

"I had this symptoms for years. I can manage..."

Fang Ming looked at the seriousness in the man's eyes and knew he was serious. The man was not stupid, he won't believe Fang Ming with just one encounter.

Feeling defeated, Fang Ming sighed.

"Your problem is in your cultivation technique. There is a problem in it. But it seems you have some guesses already."

Fang Ming's tone changed when he saw the man's poker face crack a little.

"Let me explain further... Your cultivation technique is a unique one. You rely on one Spirit Beast and form numeruous bond with it to support you cultivation. But the problem is these bonds or connections between both of you, filled with holes. Demonic Qi sometimes creeping in and tried to corode both of you, resulting in your condition right now.

"At night, you probably feels the burning cold that makes you drown in a bottomless abyss. Your Spirit Beast also feel the same thing. Then, by law of nature, you absorb this demonic qi from your Spirit Beast, adding another weight to your body which you can't handle.

"So, let me be clear. You will have to trust me. If you don't want to, I won't lose anything anyway."

"Then give it to me."

Fang Ming looked at him then sighed.

"You need to recite it, so I know the mistake part."

Once again, the man's eyes turned sharp but he stopped with a glare before reciting the Cultivation Technique he used.

To be honest, Fang Shun didn't need to know. The system already identified the Cultivation Technique that the man used. The only thing he need was the mistake part, so he could sound genuine.

So, he listened...

Word by word...

Verse by verse...

Only after the man stopped chanting and cougjed up blood that Fang Ming pointed out the mistakes.

"You better not lying. If you lie, I will kill you once I sensed something was wrong."

"Be my guest."

The man sat down, letting down his guard, since he knew his Spirit Beast will protect him if Fang Ming tried something on him.

He took his time, sitting down and closed his eyes, before started chanting.

Fang Ming observed from the side as he also tried to inspect the flow of Spirit Qi around him.

Seconds turned into minutes.

When suddenly, the Spirit Beast on the side shook its branches.

"Oh, I forgot to say... This should be done in a safe place because repairing your foundation will paralyze your body."

"Wha..."

Just before the man broke his concentration and charged toward Fang Ming, his entire body clatter, his jaw clashed against each other, and striking pain tightened all of the muscles in his body.

Not only him, but also the Spirit Beast at his side. Causing it to flew back to the Beast Space above the man.

"Hello?? I know you can hear me. Firstly, I want to apologize. Don't worry, I won't harm you. But I also don't want to die. So forgive me for tricking you like this.

"Don't worry, the cultivation technique is genuine. Your body will be fine when you wake up tomorrow. This is why, you should be honest next time."

Sighing, Fang Ming slowly left the room. He didn't dare take anything from the man, afraid of forming a grudge. His intention to help was simply a human impulse.

Perhaps this would be the last one, due to feeling bad, leaving people to die.

With his body wracked with aches, Fang Ming sighed and examined himself in a mirror for any sign of bruising. Assured that he was unharmed, he sank onto his bed, feeling the unfairness of having helped that man. Such is the way of the world.