boyutpedia Chapter 312 The Butterfly Effect
Chapter 312 The Butterfly Effect
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"Nanjiang, Rank 7, come immediately."
This was the message Wang Jinyang sent, and Lu Hao was shocked the moment he saw it.
Have the cult gone mad? Sending seventh-rank officials to attack Fang Ping, and high-ranking officials to make their move in the city.
The next moment, all the high-ranking members will probably expose them. After all, these cults are not secrets in Zhang Tao's eyes. Among the top ten cults, three are Zhang Tao's people. The purpose of the cult is to give people an enemy before the underground cave opens its doors.
So Zhang Tao didn't punish them and let them go, but there was a bottom line: he couldn't cause large-scale casualties.
Now, has this cult gone mad? Gao Pin's brazen attack in the city is something Zhang Tao probably didn't know about; otherwise, he would have nipped this trend in the bud.
Is the butterfly effect I created really that big?
Thinking about it that way, it does seem quite big.
Lu Hao rushed towards Nanjiang with all his might, unsure if the fighting had broken out there yet. However, Lu Hao wasn't too worried about the two men's lives. Old Wang, with his War God Bow and semi-golden body, could hold off an ordinary seventh-rank opponent for a while. As for Fang Ping, while he might not be able to defeat a peak sixth-rank opponent now...
But surviving shouldn't be too difficult.
Let's go back ten minutes.
In Guanhu Garden, Fang Ping was preparing to eat New Year's Eve dinner when he suddenly felt a fluctuation of qi and blood on his side.
Fang Ping frowned slightly. His mental strength had reached 800 Hz, making him very sensitive. The fleeting fluctuation of blood energy he had just witnessed could not have been an illusion.
Is he a martial artist passing by?
Fang Ping held his breath and used all his strength to probe with his ears. His auditory ossicles had been fully tempered, and his hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people.
Ignoring the other noises, Fang Ping heard three long, drawn-out breaths, the kind of breathing only martial artists possess.
Were these martial artists just passing by?
Not necessarily. Fang Ping knows his own family's situation best. His reforms at Magic Martial Arts University have already had a significant impact on both companies.
They might very well take action against Fang Ping.
Fang Ping's expression changed, and he took out his phone to call Wang Jinyang: "There are a few martial artists outside my residential area."
What grade?
"have no idea"
"Don't make any rash moves, I'll be there soon."
"Come on, take my family away, and I'll fight or retreat."
"Don't make any rash moves, I'll be there soon."
"Please, Brother Wang."
After he finished speaking, the call ended. Wang Jinyang had returned to Yangcheng with him, but the two of them didn't make a big fuss about it, and very few people knew that they had returned.
Fang Ping thought for a moment and sent messages to a few more people. After all, he didn't dare to make a decision about the situation outside. The best way was to keep things in this stalemate and wait for reinforcements to arrive. Although he hadn't made a move yet, Fang Ping always considered the worst-case scenario. Otherwise, why would a few martial artists come to Yangcheng on New Year's Eve instead of going home? There weren't many martial artists in the entire city, and it just so happened that they came to his house.
Fang Ping thought about the people he had offended recently; there were quite a few, and he wondered who had sent them.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Ping returned to the living room. Seeing his parents looking at him, he said, "Mom and Dad, take Yuanyuan downstairs first. Don't go out; wait at the bottom of the stairs."
"Pingping—what's wrong—"
"elder brother-..-
"It's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking it. You guys go down first, and come back up if there's nothing else," Fang Ping said with a smile.
But no matter how you look at it, the smile seems forced.
"Alright, be careful," Fang Mingrong said as he saw his son pick up the long knife.
Fang Mingrong pulled Fang Yuan and Li Yuying outside. From his son's behavior, he could tell that a major battle was about to break out here, and the target might be his own son.
No one knows how this man could be so heartless as to take his wife and daughter out, leaving his son in the room.
After his family left, Fang Ping didn't make any rash moves. Instead, he went to the window, deliberately sticking half his body out, and stared at something. After a while, his phone rang.
"I'm here, what's going on?"
"Don't come in through the front door. My family is in the stairwell. If they don't make a move, don't move either. If they do, take my family away first."
"Wait a minute, something's not right," Wang Jinyang, who was hiding outside the residential area, suddenly said as he looked at the entrance.
"What's wrong?"
"How many people did you detect?"
"Judging from the breathing frequency I heard, there were three people."
"There are four, and there's one more sitting in the back of the car," Wang Jinyang said, glancing at the situation inside the car out of the corner of his eye.
"Moreover, my intuition tells me not to fight the last person. I can't beat him, and it's dangerous, extremely dangerous. The last one might be a grandmaster," Wang Jinyang said solemnly.
Grandmasters have been dispatched; what exactly do these people want to do?
"Grandmaster—it seems he's coming for me. A grandmaster passing by my door... Ha—I, Fang Ping, have quite the influence," Fang Ping said silently on the other end of the phone.
Wang Jinyang quickly sent a message to Lu Hao: "Buying time is the priority. I've already notified Lu Hao; he's on his way. We'll be safe once he arrives."
"And if things really come to a head, leave the Grandmaster to me. I have trump cards that can hold out for a while until Lu Hao arrives."
"Thank you so much, Brother Wang."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Ping didn't dare to look directly at the car, but kept a close eye on it out of the corner of his eye.
"Even grandmasters have come. Fang Ping is just a fifth-rank cultivator. What merit do he have? If he survives this time, things will get interesting," Fang Ping thought viciously.
Fang Ping remained in that reading position by the window, luring the enemy for twenty minutes.
"Is he still reading there? It's already dark, why don't we make our move?" an old man said, frowning.
"Should we wait a little longer? He can easily spot us now, especially from the window."
"We can't wait any longer. Things could change in the meantime. Even if he finds out about us, what can he do? Protector Mei, you make the first move, and I'll follow," the middle-aged martial artist said, frowning.
The three got out of the car. Two of them walked towards Fang Ping's house, while the middle-aged man took to the air and disappeared.
Fang Ping, who was on the balcony, naturally saw this scene. He cursed inwardly, thinking that it was indeed aimed at him. Twenty minutes had already passed, and reinforcements would probably arrive soon. Moreover, only three people got off the vehicle, and the martial artist who appeared to be a grandmaster did not get off. This made Fang Ping breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, if a Grandmaster came right from the start, he felt he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.
Seeing this, Fang Ping concealed his aura and set up one mental barrier after another in front of him, using the system to quickly gather the power of heaven and earth and integrate it into the Calming Blade.
Even if there are grandmasters present, they should be made to know that Fang Ping is not an easy nut to crack.
He has already prepared his strongest attack, and the first person to arrive will definitely not be able to withstand its power.
Fang Ping's spiritual power had already sensed the arrival of two auras.
The next moment, Fang Ping saw himself fly out of the broken window. "Kill!"
A dazzling light tore through the surrounding void, illuminating the night.