Chapter 33

Just a little more, and he could have split the Daoist Xuan Yue in half.

But often, the distance between success and failure is just that little bit!

Daoist Xuan Yue looked at the short sword that had fallen to the ground. After a moment of shock, he burst into laughter.

He couldn't help but laugh; it was a matter of life and death!

But he, Daoist Xuan Yue, was still alive after all!

"Fang Ling, the heavens will not let me perish. Next time we meet, I will take your life!" Daoist Xuan Yue, pointing at Fang Ling, was now full of spirit.

Fang Ling stared at the Xuan Yin Dao that had fallen to the ground, his heart filled with regret and unwillingness.

But at this moment, he had no connection left with the Xuan Yin Dao, which he had refined with his heart.

The Xuan Yin Dao was now like a piece of scrap iron.

And with the Western Suburb Smoke and Dust Map broken, it was difficult to unfold it without repair. The blood he had spat onto the Xuan Yin Dao had drained his essence and spirit.

It was also difficult to command the refined corpses within the Smoke and Dust Map.

Should he let Daoist Xuan Yue escape like this?

No!

Fang Ling, who had spat blood on the ground, gritted his teeth and, like a large goose, instantly landed beside Daoist Xuan Yue.

"Die now!"

With a fierce shout, Fang Ling grabbed Daoist Xuan Yue and punched him hard on the head.

Daoist Xuan Yue tried to resist, but at this moment, he had no spiritual energy left. The spells he used to wield so freely were now useless.

After advancing to the Seventh Layer of Qi Cultivation and converting his internal energy into spiritual energy, Daoist Xuan Yue had abandoned the martial techniques he had previously practiced.

Now, it was impossible to use them.

"Bang!"

One punch down, Daoist Xuan Yue felt a ringing in his ears and a dizziness in his head.

In shock, he tried to struggle, but his body, suppressed by Fang Ling's internal energy, could not move at all.

At this moment, Daoist Xuan Yue was filled with fear.

"Fang Ling, if you spare my life, I will let this matter drop. I, Daoist Xuan Yue, swear to the heavens that I will not seek any revenge against you, or may I be struck by lightning!"

"Bang!"

Another punch, though not large, sounded like thousands of bells and drums in Daoist Xuan Yue's ears.

At this moment, Daoist Xuan Yue felt his mind go blank.

I can't die. I, Daoist Xuan Yue, have just broken through to the Seventh Layer of Qi Cultivation. How can I die so miserably here?

"Fang Ling, if you spare me this time, I will serve you as my master and never betray you!"

Fang Ling's fist did not pause for a moment. His fist fell again, striking the same spot.

"Bang!"

At the moment the fist landed, Daoist Xuan Yue became completely silent!

Looking at the blood-stained Daoist Xuan Yue, Fang Ling's heart slowly calmed down.

He had heard Daoist Xuan Yue's offer to serve him, but he believed that he could not control Daoist Xuan Yue. It was better to kill him outright.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Ling picked up the Xuan Yin Dao. As it fell into his hand, it lightly trembled, as if telling him its condition.

The blade was icy cold, with no sense of connection to his flesh and blood.

Holding the Xuan Yin Dao, Fang Ling slowly walked to Daoist Xuan Yue's corpse. After a moment's thought, he cut off Daoist Xuan Yue's head with one stroke.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Ling walked out of the alley, now carrying a food box in his hand.

At this moment, apart from his pale face, Fang Ling looked like a young neighbor delivering food!

The night wind howled, and Fang Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, a white mist swirling around his body.

Suddenly, Fang Ling clasped his hands, and the white mist turned into a white smoke, which he slowly inhaled into his abdomen.

Fang Ling, opening his eyes, had eyes like stars in the cold night, flashing with a sharp light, though his face was still a bit pale.

Getting off the bed, he pushed open the window and heard the howling wind outside.

A dark and stormy night.

"A good night for killing!" he muttered to himself and then strolled out of the Fang residence.

Half an hour later, Fang Ling climbed up Qingyang Mountain.

Qingyang Mountain was not large, but the Daoist temple where Daoist Xuan Yue resided was not small. Dozens of rooms housed over a dozen of Daoist Xuan Yue's disciples and grand-disciples.

At this moment, there was still a faint light in the temple.

Four or five Daoists were chatting around a table.

"Senior Brother, why hasn't Master returned yet?" a younger Daoist asked a short-bearded Daoist beside him.

The short-bearded Daoist stroked his beard and smiled, "Master was probably invited to a banquet by the Chen family head. He might return tomorrow."

"Senior Brother, is it true that the Chen family's daughter has become a Golden Core True Person's concubine?" another thin and gaunt Daoist asked curiously.

"If the Chen family's daughter hadn't become a Golden Core True Person's concubine, would Master have rushed over to befriend the Chen family?" the bearded Daoist said, with a hint of disdain in his voice, "Relying on such connections, she will eventually grow old and lose her beauty, hmpf!"

"Senior Brother is right. The Chen family won't be arrogant for long," the first Daoist agreed.

The other Daoists also nodded in agreement, clearly uncomfortable with their master's efforts to befriend the Chen family.

The short-bearded senior brother, being older, saw his junior brothers getting excited and said sternly, "Junior Brothers, you can say such things here in the temple, but not outside!"

"Also, when you see people from the Chen family, remember Master's instructions and give way when necessary!"

As the senior brother, the short-bearded Daoist's words carried weight, and the other Daoists quickly replied, "Senior Brother, rest assured, we understand."

"By the way, Senior Brother, didn't Master go to the Chen family head yesterday? Why did he go to Dinging City today?" the thin and gaunt Daoist asked curiously.

The short-bearded Daoist pondered for a moment and then smiled, "It's not a big deal. The Chen family head asked Master to kill someone."

The word "kill" immediately piqued the interest of the other Daoists.

"Who? Someone who can make Master take action himself must be a cultivator, right?" a bearded Daoist asked in a deep voice.

The short-bearded Daoist shook his head, "No, but you should have heard of this person's name, Fang Ling."

"The one who beat up three hundred disciples of the Tiger Might Martial Hall?" the thin and gaunt Daoist asked with a hint of disdain.

The short-bearded Daoist nodded.

"Is that brat worthy of Master's personal action? Master just needs to give a command, and I'll twist that brat's head off and kick it like a ball!"

His words immediately resonated with the other junior brothers. The youngest Daoist said, "Fang Ling is just a bully to ordinary people. Any of us could take his head off. Why does Master need to do it himself?"

The short-bearded Daoist chuckled, "Junior Brothers, you are right. But Master was going to Dinging City to meet the Chen family head, so he didn't give us the order."

"Alright, it's late. Get some rest. We have morning prayers tomorrow."

"Right, everyone should go back!" a calm voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this voice, the Daoists, who were about to leave, stood up simultaneously.

The short-bearded Daoist leaped up like an eagle and rushed toward the door. As he charged, a pale white internal energy enveloped his entire body.

Condensing Qi into armor, Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation!

The short-bearded Daoist was a Sixth Layer Qi Cultivation expert.

However, the cautious short-bearded Daoist did not face any attack. When he rushed out of the door, he saw a young man in green standing not far away.

The other Daoists also rushed out, and when they saw the young man, their tense expressions relaxed.

A Fifth Layer Qi Cultivation youth, any of them could easily deal with.

The bearded Daoist was about to step out when he heard the short-bearded Daoist say, "This is the Xuan Yue Temple. You entered without permission. If you don't give us an explanation, you won't be leaving today!"

"I know this is the Xuan Yue Temple, and I didn't plan to leave just like that," Fang Ling said calmly, looking at the Daoists.

As he spoke, a few more Daoists ran over.

"Who are you?" Fang Ling's calmness made the short-bearded Daoist feel uneasy. He stared at Fang Ling and asked coldly.

Fang Ling smiled lightly, "You just talked about me. How can you not recognize me now?"

The short-bearded Daoist was stunned for a moment and then said in a low voice, "You are Fang Ling!"

"Yes!" Fang Ling's answer was simple and direct.

A sense of foreboding rose in the short-bearded Daoist's heart. Master went to kill Fang Ling and hasn't returned, and now Fang Ling is here at the Xuan Yue Temple. What about Master...

This thought had just risen in the short-bearded Daoist's mind when he dismissed it. He said sternly, "Since you're here, you won't be leaving!"

With that, the short-bearded Daoist leaped up and quickly grabbed at Fang Ling's neck. His outstretched claws were surrounded by a three-foot-long aura.

Fang Ling did not move, but behind him, a black-clad figure quickly rushed out. The figure's movements were stiff but fast.

"Bang!"

Fist and claw met, and the short-bearded Daoist was instantly sent flying.

Landing on the ground, the short-bearded Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the black figure in shock and said, "You are..."

Before the short-bearded Daoist could finish, Fang Ling moved his fingers, and five refined corpses rushed out, and the sound of slaughter echoed through the Xuan Yue Temple.

Half an hour later, a fire broke out at the location of the Xuan Yue Temple!

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