Unbeatable Martial Emperor

Chapter 42

C42 – The Funny Murong Fu

Onlookers cast peculiar glances at Min Zhenkang, yet he remained utterly indifferent to their stares.

“Hey kid, what’s that you’re carrying on your back?”

As they drew nearer to the Fang Sect, the path grew crowded, and eventually, someone approached Min Zhenkang with the question.

“Just an old stick,” he replied nonchalantly.

“Really? Mind if I take a look at your ‘old stick’?” the man said, reaching out to grab it.

Clearly, Min Zhenkang was shouldering a weapon, but its type and quality were obscured from view, thanks to the black cloth shrouding the spiritual weapon, functioning similarly to a disguise Min Zhenkang had used previously. The weight of the weapon was evident, however, as it left footprints over ten centimeters deep in the ground, signaling it was no ordinary armament.

​​”I’m afraid that’s personal property. Hands off,” Min Zhenkang stated firmly, quickening his pace and thwarting the man’s attempt to touch it.

​”Now you’ve piqued my interest. I might just take it off your hands if it catches my fancy,” grumbled the man, irked by his failed grasp.

Bystanders, sensing drama, gathered around to watch the unfolding scene. Min Zhenkang, however, had no intention of engaging further and kept walking.

​Feeling slighted by the young man’s disregard, the man made another grab for the spiritual weapon on Min Zhenkang’s back. With a deft flick of his wrist, Min Zhenkang deflected the man’s hand.

​Whoosh ~

The man’s footing failed him, and he went sprawling face-first into the dirt.

“That does it, you’re dead!” he shouted, scrambling up and charging at Min Zhenkang with a martial technique, no longer just posturing.

​”Friend, picking on a youngster like that doesn’t sit right,” interjected a passerby, stepping forward.

​”And who might you be?” the aggressor paused, eyeing the newcomer.

Meanwhile, Min Zhenkang relaxed his grip on the spiritual weapon he had been ready to defend.

If no one intervened, Min Zhenkang was ready to draw his spirit weapon and swat the irritating pest away. After all, swatting a buzzing mosquito is best done with a swift slap.

Upon first glance at the man, Min Zhenkang had pegged his cultivation at the fourth level of Martial Spirit—a decent talent, indeed. But it paled in comparison to Min Zhenkang’s prowess. As someone at the pinnacle of the Martial Spirit Stage, Min Zhenkang could easily dispatch anyone beneath the Martial Warrior Stage without a second thought.

“I am Murong Fu!” announced Murong Fu, flourishing his feather fan.

“Murong Fu? Isn’t he the scion of the Huangfu Family from Steelgrave?”

“Who else would go by the name Murong Fu?”

“He’s here for the Fang Sect’s disciple recruitment? But isn’t his elder brother a core disciple there? He could join the Fang Sect anytime he wanted, couldn’t he?”

“And look, he’s alone. Didn’t the Huangfu Family send anyone to guard him?”

The crowd buzzed with speculation about Murong Fu, completely sidelining the dispute involving Min Zhenkang and another individual.

“My apologies, Brother Murong Fu. I didn’t recognize you,” said the man, quickly plastering on a smile upon hearing Murong Fu’s name.

“I’m Zhai Renzhi. To think I’d have the honor of accompanying Brother Murong Fu—it’s truly a stroke of fortune!” Zhai Renzhi gushed with flattery.

“Ah, Brother Zhai, your reputation precedes you,” Murong Fu responded in kind.

“May I ask what the misunderstanding is with this young man?”

“Oh, it’s a trifle, really. I was merely curious about the item he’s carrying, which led to a slight misunderstanding.”

“I see. However, it seems this young man prefers to keep his belongings private. In the spirit of harmony, why not spare him the discomfort? Let’s turn our conflict into peace,” Murong Fu suggested, playing the role of mediator.

“With Brother Murong Fu making the request, I’m inclined to oblige,” the man conceded.

In that moment, Murong Fu shed any pretense of the gentleman he was during his conversation with Zhai Ren, now exuding the carefree spirit of a child.

“Hey, tell me about how you shook things up with the Jee family, will you? I’m dying to hear the story!”

Min Zhenkang had no desire to entertain the question, opting instead for silence, effectively dismissing Murong Fu’s inquiries.

Undeterred, Murong Fu persisted, peppering Min Zhenkang with questions, only to be met with the same indifference. Even when he tried a more indirect approach, Min Zhenkang remained unresponsive.

Murong Fu was left without any means to engage Min Zhenkang.

“Tell me, tough guy, if I hadn’t spoken up earlier, how would you have handled Zhai Ren?” Murong Fu pressed, skeptical that the man who had easily stirred up trouble at the Jee family would let Zhai Ren off the hook.

​”How do you deal with a fly buzzing around your ear?” Min Zhenkang countered.

“Slap it dead!” Murong Fu exclaimed impulsively.

Realizing what he had just said, he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

He certainly didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a lethal slap from Min Zhenkang, not believing for a second that the formidable man would fear the Huangfu Family.

Noticing Murong Fu’s reaction, Min Zhenkang understood the misunderstanding.

“You’re overthinking it. I wasn’t referring to you, but to Zhai Ren!”

“Oh, that gave me a scare. I thought you meant me!” Murong Fu said, tapping his chest in feigned relief.

“Why would I slap you if you haven’t wronged me?”

“Heh.”

“Murong, are you practicing some body refining technique?” Murong Fu inquired, observing Min Zhenkang’s intense state.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Nothing, just curious. What kind of body refining technique requires enduring such pain?” Murong Fu winced sympathetically at the sight of the deep pits left by Min Zhenkang’s every step.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Even in martial cultivation, one must withstand the tedium of training and the agony of seclusion, right?”

“You’ve got a point, but this method of cultivation seems particularly grueling.”

Min Zhenkang just chuckled and chose not to elaborate.

Afterward, Murong Fu stuck by Min Zhenkang’s side, matching his pace. When Min Zhenkang rested, so did Murong Fu. When Min Zhenkang pressed on, Murong Fu kept up.

Despite his reservations, he only spoke up when he truly couldn’t keep it to himself, seeking out Min Zhenkang for conversation.

Zhai Ren would probably be livid if he found out, especially since he had been denied the chance to travel with Murong Fu, who, in contrast, clung to Min Zhenkang with dogged persistence.

Min Zhenkang couldn’t help but find amusement in Murong Fu’s determination to follow him, even though he didn’t actually find Murong Fu to be overly talkative.

Having a companion to talk to on this dreary journey was quite pleasant. Still, Min Zhenkang had no intention of encouraging Murong Fu, fearing that a gentle nudge might unleash a torrent of chatter, which could be quite bothersome at times.

Murong Hai, however, was no fool. After several days of observation, he realized that Min Zhenkang wasn’t bothered by him, so he gradually stopped holding back and chattered away to his heart’s content.

Min Zhenkang would engage with Murong Fu when he felt like it, offering a response here and there. When he wasn’t in the mood, he simply tuned Murong Fu out, ignoring him completely.

Murong Fu, for his part, didn’t seem to mind. He just kept on muttering to himself.

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