Immortal of the Nine Realms

“They know each other?”

The South Heaven Sect’s cultivators exchanged looks. They couldn’t understand why a cultivator like Zhou Yizeng was acquainted with a normal martial artist.

“You know me.” Fang Chen halted his footsteps.

“It was thanks to you that our Blood Spirit Cult was able to forge six Blood Spirit Divine Pills five years ago,” Zhou Yizeng sneered. “But you’ll never understand what truly happened even when you’re on your deathbed. That’s the gap between us. Mortals see you as Great Xia’s War God, but you’re a mere chess piece in my eyes.”

“You’re indeed unable to make a move.” Fang Chen laughed.

“What do you mean?” Zhou Yizeng narrowed his eyes.

“They are right. You would have dealt with me instead of running your mouth if you could, but you’re busy manifesting your ninth immortal vein right now. If you make any move, you’ll unravel the progress you have made and fail in your breakthrough,” Fang Chen pointed out.

Zhou Yizeng was surprised. Does he know about immortal cultivation too? But how could a mere martial artist learn about this?

“I can sense your confusion, but you won’t understand what truly happened even when you’re on your deathbed,” Fang Chen replied as he raised his hand.

“Brother, you should flee and help us relay our message if you know what you’re up against!” one of the South Heaven Sect’s cultivators anxiously cried out. “You aren’t a match for him! There’s nothing you can do that would breach his spirit ki defense!”

“He’s right. You don’t have the means to harm me. I have my hands full now, but once I finish my breakthrough, I’ll come looking for you in the capital. I’ll force you to watch in despair as I siphon your clansmen’s blood essence. You’ll feel helplessness resonate throughout your entire being. It’ll be an emotion that lingers even after your death,” Zhou Yizeng said with a vile grin.

“I’ve already sent Xu Hui, Goldflower Granny, and Daoist Xue on their way. You ought to accompany them.” Fang Chen chuckled.

Without any warning, he whipped out the Moonsunk Gold Truncheon and viciously smashed it on Zhou Yizeng’s head.

What?!

Zhou Yizeng was shocked by Fang Chen’s words. Xu Hui, Goldflower Granny, and Daoist Xue were dead? He was so shaken up by the revelation that he belatedly noticed the terrifying might of the Moonsunk Gold Truncheon.

One, two, three… It’s a twelve daosoul imprint artifact?! He actually has such a formidable treasure?

By then, it was too late for Zhou Yizeng to dodge the attack even if he wanted to. He tried to channel his spirit ki to protect himself, but his spirit ki dissipated the moment it came into contact with the Moonsunk Gold Truncheon.

The Moonsunk Gold Truncheon smashed into Zhou Yizeng’s head with unstoppable force!

Zhou Yizeng’s body disintegrated under the sheer impact. His immortal veins dissipated, causing his accumulated spirit ki to gush out and return to the world. All that was left of him was his sword and his lingering aura.

The red light shrouding the South Heaven Sect’s cultivators vanished due to Zhou Yizeng’s death, but despite being freed, they could only stare at Fang Chen with dazed eyes.

An eighth stage Ki Refinement cultivator, who was on the verge of advancing to the ninth stage, was smashed to death by a Ki Manifestation martial artist just like that?

“A twelve daosoul imprint artifact… Even our South Heaven Sect only has a handful of them…'' one of the South Heaven Sect’s cultivators murmured.

“He doesn’t have a storage ring?” Fang Chen frowned.

It would appear that storage rings were scarce in the world of cultivation. He picked up the sword on the ground and stowed it in his storage ring. Then, he turned around to face the seven cultivators from the South Heaven Sect.

“Are you all right?”

“Zhou Yizeng has siphoned all our blood essence. We won’t live for long. We have written down an account of the situation in this jade seal. If it’s not too much to ask for, could you deliver it to our South Heaven Sect? It’s located in the southern region of the Infernoblaze Country. We’d be truly grateful to you for that…”

The seventh stage Ki Refinement cultivator took out a jade seal and placed it beside him. Before Fang Chen could say a word, he closed his eyes and breathed his last.

The same happened to the other cultivators too. They had already reached their limits, just that they were forcing themselves to hold on through sheer tenacity.

“I guess this is for the best…” Fang Chen murmured.

He would have been put in a spot if those cultivators survived. They had seen his Moonsunk Gold Truncheon, and they knew that he was the one who killed Zhou Yizeng. If these cultivators survived, they would have posed a risk to him.

He quickly ransacked the bodies and tossed all of their items into his storage ring. Then, he dug a huge hole and buried the seven cultivators in there.

“This mountain valley will probably bloom like never before,” Fang Chen muttered before taking his leave.

The spirit ki emanating from the deceased seven cultivators would change the environment of this mountain valley.

Four hours later, Fang Chen returned to the Heavensword Mountain Villa.

He headed to his room, and with a wave of his sleeves, he took out the items he had stowed inside his storage ring.

The first item he inspected was Zhou Yizeng’s sword. It had eight daosoul imprints on it, so it should be worth quite a few ki stones if he chose to sell it. It would also be a decent weapon if he chose to keep it.

Then, he checked the items he had looted from the South Heaven Sect’s cultivators. All in all, they had over 200 low-grade ki stones. They also had a few artifacts and cultivation manuals, which were things that Fang Chen needed the most at the moment.

“I mustn’t easily trust others in the world of cultivation.” Fang Chen made up his mind.

He had merely taken a small trip, and his fortune had grown significantly. He had over 400 low-grade ki stones at hand, and his wealth could be further increased if he sold his artifacts.

“Purple Aura Formula. I should let my parents practice this cultivation method.”

Fang Chen picked up one of the manuals and flipped through it. It was an orthodox cultivation method, unlike the Blood Spirit Art.

“Fireball Art? Ice Arrow Art?” He looked at two other manuals and found that the Fireball Art was similar to the one practiced by Goldflower Granny. It must be a common cultivator skill. “I should try practicing the Fireball Art and the Ice Arrow Art when I return.”

With such a thought in mind, he stowed away his items. He took out his brush, cinnabar, and talisman paper and began drawing Purple Lightning Talismans. This was his way of cultivation.

The following morning, Jue Panshi paid Fang Chen a visit. He wanted some pointers as to what he could do to help apprehend the culprit behind the Heavensword Mountain Villa’s massacre.

“He’s dead,” Fang Chen replied.

“Dead?!” Jue Panshi was taken aback. It was just a single night, but Fang Chen has already eliminated the culprit behind the Heavensword Mountain Villa’s massacre? Unbelievable!

“Indeed. I’ll be heading back today, but I’ll be leaving Rectifier Yuan and the others behind so as to assist you in dealing with the smaller sects oppressing the populace. Such practices shouldn’t be tolerated,” Fang Chen said.