Chapter 20

"Slash!"

A grayish-white sword light shot out the moment Yu Zeren rushed out, slashing toward his body like lightning.

Yu Zeren laughed, thinking that being inside the protective aura, this lightning-fast slash wouldn't do much to him.

"Trivial tricks, showing off, just behave..."

Before Yu Zeren could finish his words, the white sword light had already pierced through his body, which was surrounded by red inner energy.

The sword light passed!

Yu Zeren's body was split in two from the neck.

And the words he hadn't finished saying would never be spoken again.

Seeing Yu Zeren fall to the ground, Fang Ling let out a huge sigh of relief. At that moment, he felt like collapsing on the ground.

This feeling wasn't just from the relief, but because that one slash had drained all the inner energy in his body.

Fang Ling endured the discomfort in his body, made the hand seals, and retrieved the golden sword talisman given to him by Lin Mucheng.

The golden sword talisman was a bit dim, and the three red lines on it were now only two.

This made Fang Ling a bit heartbroken.

Carefully putting away the sword talisman, Fang Ling's gaze fell on Yu Zeren's body, which was lying on the ground with wide-open eyes.

Fang Ling didn't feel any pity for Yu Zeren's death; he only felt a sense of reflection.

Yu Zeren was at the sixth level of Qi cultivation, and in terms of cultivation, he could even be said to be a notch above Guan Wushang of the Tiger Might Martial Hall. But such a powerful person couldn't withstand a single strike from the sword talisman given to him by Lin Mucheng.

No wonder cultivators at the seventh level of Qi cultivation looked down on those below the sixth level. Even he now looked down on those who practiced martial arts.

He must break through to the seventh level of Qi cultivation and become one of the cultivators.

Fang Ling clenched his fist and then began to search Yu Zeren's body. Clearly, Yu Zeren wasn't someone who easily trusted others, so his main possessions were all on him.

Fifty thousand gold notes surprised Fang Ling. Although he had made a fortune from herbs, it was only a few tens of thousands of gold. Yu Zeren was indeed wealthy, with fifty thousand gold notes alone.

"The Blood Slaughter Technique," a book of only twenty pages, not only recorded Yu Zeren's cultivation method but also the Blood Weeping Divine Claw and other techniques he used.

Fang Ling was already cultivating the family's Yuan Cultivation Technique and wouldn't abandon it to cultivate the Blood Slaughter Technique. However, techniques like the Blood Weeping Divine Claw could be practiced, but without the foundation of the Blood Slaughter Technique, its power would be much weaker, basically a useless skill.

Just as Fang Ling was about to put the Blood Slaughter Technique aside, the last page caught his attention.

The Blood Burning Technique!

Only one page, with only two hundred words, but in Fang Ling's eyes, it was like a treasure.

The Blood Burning Technique didn't restrict the user's cultivation method. Its only function was to burn the user's essence blood, instantly doubling their power.

Although it had many drawbacks, it could save one's life in critical moments.

Fang Ling silently memorized the Blood Burning Technique and then picked up Yu Zeren's body, preparing to find a place to bury it.

But when he grabbed Yu Zeren's red robe, his hand felt something odd inside.

"Rip!"

Fang Ling tore the top layer of Yu Zeren's robe, and a piece of fabric with writing on it fell out.

Fang Ling was very interested in this fabric. After all, Yu Zeren had casually placed his cultivation method in his pocket, but he had carefully hidden this piece of fabric in his robe, showing how important it was to him.

After reading the text on the fabric, Fang Ling fell into deep thought.

It wasn't that the content disappointed him, but rather that it brought him a sense of surprise.

This map was left by a disciple of the Demon Transformation Sect.

To be precise, it was left by a disciple who escaped the joint extermination of the four major sects of the Lu Kingdom a hundred years ago. This disciple, due to his low cultivation, managed to escape.

Knowing that the identity of a Demon Transformation Sect disciple was hard to survive, this disciple hid the twelve corpses he had cultivated in a secret valley and then entered the ordinary world.

Thus, the Divine Sword Manor was born.

This map recorded the location of the twelve corpses.

When the disciple who founded the Divine Sword Manor left the twelve corpses, he originally intended to use them later. However, with a stable life and the relentless pursuit of the four major sects, he never activated the corpses.

Yu Zeren massacred the Divine Sword Manor and obtained this map. Over the years, he searched according to the map and recently found the valley where the disciple had hidden the corpses.

Luming Mountain!

These three words were added by Yu Zeren to the map!

Fang Ling, who grew up in Dinging City, knew that Luming Mountain was only 150 miles away from Dinging City.

Fang Ling was filled with longing for the twelve corpses, whose power was comparable to the seventh level of Qi cultivation. Since the corpses weren't living beings, if he could store these seven corpses in the Dusty Map, the map's power would increase significantly.

After putting away the map and pondering for a moment, Fang Ling picked up Yu Zeren's head and walked toward his room.

By then, it was already dawn!

For cultivators, the early morning was an important time. Practicing at this time could be 30% more effective than at other times.

Chen Zhenghua's servant girl clung to him tightly, as if trying to make him part of her body. The young servant girl was becoming increasingly plump and fresh, nourished by him like tender tofu. Although Chen Zhenghua enjoyed the feeling of pressing tofu, he slowly withdrew from her body. At this moment, he needed to practice.

But today, he didn't practice. Instead, he eagerly headed toward the Fang family.

Was it a river of blood or a mountain of corpses?

It was a pity that a beauty like Huashuying was destroyed by Yu Zeren's cruel hands. Thinking of this little beauty, Chen Zhenghua's heart raced, but his father's lack of support made him dare not negotiate with a fierce person like Yu Zeren.

"Master, look, there are many people from the government at the Fang family's gate," the servant behind Chen Zhenghua said solemnly.

People from the government? Hehe, it seems the Fang family is in trouble this time.

"Let's go and see," Chen Zhenghua said. Although the city governor was the highest official in Dinging City, he could only stay in office with the Chen family's approval.

Even a few disobedient city governors ended up dead under mysterious circumstances.

And the final result was that they were dead!

So the government officials had no pressure from the Chen family.

"Master Chen, good morning!" A guard with a knife on his belt smiled like a flower and greeted Chen Zhenghua respectfully.

Chen Zhenghua didn't pay much attention to the guard's expression. He feigned ignorance and asked, "What happened? Why are you here so early?"

"Something big happened! We didn't want to come so early!" the guard said with a tired look.

Chen Zhenghua felt even more comfortable. Yu Zeren, the notorious killer, had done a clean job.

He nodded, about to ask more, when Guan Wushang of the Tiger Might Martial Hall came out with a black face. Seeing the heavy expression on Guan Wushang's face, Chen Zhenghua was puzzled. Why was he here so early?

Did he also hear the news?

It must be so. Guan Wushang was a local thug in Dinging City, and nothing could escape his notice. His worry was probably about being a scapegoat, as Fang Ling had beaten 300 disciples of the Tiger Might Martial Hall yesterday, and today the family was massacred.

Anyone would suspect the Tiger Might Martial Hall first.

Guan Wushang might not care about the government's investigation, but the powerful cultivator behind Fang Ling was a different story. The government needed evidence, but a powerful cultivator could kill Guan Wushang without any reason.

"Old Guan, what happened?" Chen Zhenghua asked, pretending to be concerned.

Guan Wushang looked up and saw Chen Zhenghua, his face turning cold, but then he smiled and said, "Nothing, nothing big."

Nothing big? Do you think I don't know what happened? Hehe, this time, you're in for a rough ride. Although sacrificing you is a bit of a pity, you're just a dog, and the Chen family has plenty of dogs.

Chen Zhenghua chuckled, "Good, good, it's a small matter."

Just as he was about to say more to Guan Wushang, footsteps approached, and three people walked out. The first was Master Zhao, the second was the city's chief constable, Wang Daor.

Chen Zhenghua wasn't surprised to see these two, but when he saw the third person, he was stunned.

The clear face had a touch of heroism, and the person looked completely different from before. Walking beside Master Zhao and Wang Daor, this person's aura couldn't be suppressed.

"Fang Ling, your family's killing of Yu Zeren is truly gratifying. I will report this to the provincial government and deliver Yu Zeren's bounty to your family," Wang Daor said with a smile.

Chen Zhenghua was too shocked to pay attention to his expression. His mind was spinning with Wang Daor's words.

Killing Yu Zeren!

Yu Zeren actually died at the Fang family's!

The person he had pinned his hopes on was dead!

"Wang Daor, what did you say? Yu Zeren is dead!" Chen Zhenghua couldn't keep his calm and shouted.

Wang Daor saw the flustered Chen Zhenghua and looked puzzled. But he was a smart man and knew it was best not to offend the Chen family. He laughed and said, "Yes, Master Chen. Yu Zeren sought his own death last night by attacking Fang Ling's family and was killed on the spot!"

"This... This is impossible!" Chen Zhenghua muttered.

"Why not? We have Yu Zeren's head. Some people have wild imaginations, but I hope such things happen less often!" Master Zhao said with a sinister tone, hinting at something.

This made Chen Zhenghua even more uncomfortable. He understood that Master Zhao was warning him!

A servant carried a small tray with Yu Zeren's head on it. Seeing the head, Chen Zhenghua's body trembled!

Then, he saw Fang Ling's smile.

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