bookbashuk Chapter 272 Slap in the Face
Chapter 272 Slap in the Face
The distinction between immortals and mortals in this world is as vast as the difference between clouds and mud.
The Ning family knight knelt on the ground, feeling truly uneasy. Even if his master knew that he had offended an immortal, he would probably execute him at will!
At this moment, all they could do was pray that the Ning family's reputation was great enough, and that the immortal in front of them was only of average cultivation.
Fang Qing remained standing with his sword in his arms, but sighed inwardly.
Even if he kills this evil knight today, or even storms the Ning family, what difference will it make?
If the world doesn't change, and those Purple Mansion True Persons and even Golden Core sects aren't overthrown, it's just another Ning family...
Just as he was losing interest and preparing to leave, a streak of light flew by.
Within the light was a blue shuttle, upon which stood a young man dressed in a plain white robe, resembling a celestial being. Upon seeing the knight, his eyes instantly turned red: "You dare to harm my cousin?!"
"Um?"
Fang Qing's eyes narrowed: 'The supernatural power has entered his brain; there's basically no hope...'
"Has a true master taken a liking to my [Loujin] Dao foundation? Or is it a test?"
The kneeling knights were filled with bewilderment: 'Is my cousin really this loyal and devoted to his older cousin? I've never noticed it before…'
He only managed to get a position as a clan soldier because his elders had become concubines of a Ning family cultivator, and he could act arrogantly and domineeringly outside.
When the young master of the Ning family is being polite, he calls him "cousin," but otherwise he treats him like a servant!
He truly hadn't expected that someone would be willing to fight a foreign cultivator for him! He couldn't help but feel moved: "The master still cares about me... Besides, this cultivator's cultivation level shouldn't be high!"
The knight raised his head, his gaze towards Fang Qing filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
call out!
Then, with a flash of golden light, his head fell off.
On the flying shuttle, the young man in a plain white robe, his hair bristling with rage, cried out: "How dare you!"
He drew his sword and appeared before Fang Qing like a gentle breeze, thrusting his sword repeatedly, attacking without defending, a completely reckless fighting style.
"I'm truly impressed. You dare to bare your teeth at Daoji... Just as I thought."
Fang Qing wrapped a layer of golden energy around his hand, easily grabbed the magic sword, and then slapped it across the face.
Snapped!
The slap was loud, followed by the ejection of several bloody teeth.
The young man was completely bewildered, a flicker of fear suddenly flashing in his eyes: "You...you can't kill me! My Ning family ancestor is already in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm! I am his most beloved grandson!"
A moment of clarity flashed through his mind, followed by a gripping sense of regret: 'In the past, I never cared if a few mortals died, how could things have turned out this way today?'
"Hmm, he seems to be awake now."
Fang Qing nodded.
If we were to follow an absolutely rational approach, the next step would be to reconcile with the Ning family in a friendly manner and calmly break the deadlock.
but……
"I was like this before I entered the Purple Mansion, and I'm still like this now. Wasn't all my cultivation of the Purple Mansion a waste?"
"No, even just the identity of Vajra Power Child is enough to deter many who covet it..."
"I have never liked killing the ignorant. Now you are afraid. Good."
Fang Qing drew the long sword from his arms and gently slashed the boy's neck.
A pool of blood spread out, and the boy's body immediately collapsed in it, convulsing...
"Dead?"
"The young master of the Ning family...died as if he were slaughtered like a chicken or a dog?"
Upon witnessing this scene, the mortals around them were all terrified and fled in panic.
Fang Qing ignored them and simply stood there silently waiting.
Before long, a golden light appeared in the west, sharp and imposing, carrying an aura of unstoppable force.
The surrounding soil and rocks churned and the earth's veins roared, revealing several pieces of unrefined ore.
In the void, the faint sound of a cow mooing could be heard.
A sword light flew over, instantly splitting into countless forms. Each sword light transformed into extremely condensed golden threads, as if to form a sword array that would surround Fang Qing.
"The Ning family patriarch?"
The bronze sword in Fang Qing's hand made slight contact with the golden sword thread, and it exploded with a 'bang', turning into dust everywhere.
He wasn't surprised; instead, he seemed quite intrigued: "[Niu Jin] Sword cultivator? Late Foundation Establishment stage?"
"Hmph, I don't care who you are, you dare kill my beloved grandson? Prepare to die!"
Within the golden light was a flying sword shadow, no more than a foot long, but its hilt was decorated with a bull's head.
Along with the flying sword came an aged voice.
"Haha... If I were a direct descendant of a Golden Core sect and a beloved disciple of a Purple Mansion True Person, would you still be this tough?"
Fang Qing laughed heartily, then his expression turned solemn, and a flying sword about an inch long appeared in his hand.
A shower of starlight descended, and a sword light, swift as lightning and mist, instantly severed numerous golden sword threads, breaking through the sword formation: "This sword is named 'Killing Wolf,' forged primarily from 'Heavenly Pivot Star Sand.' I'm about to ask you for your swordplay, fellow Daoist!"
As he spoke, a surge of [Lou Jin] power, at the late stage of the Dao Foundation stage, rose up and transformed into a sky full of chilling golden energy.
The Ning family patriarch suddenly shuddered: "I..."
He didn't understand why he had rashly left seclusion after sensing his grandson's death, and had to fight a great sword cultivator in the late stage of the Dao Foundation stage.
Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat.
But then, his eyes filled with a crimson light: "You scoundrel, I'll fight you to the death!"
call out!
Fang Qing's "Kill the Wolf" sword flew out and transformed into a single blade.
This sword strike was ordinary, even showing the naivety of a beginner, giving every swordsman the right to laugh at it.
This sword strike was ordinary, even showing the naivety of a beginner, giving every swordsman the right to laugh at it.
But when the blade reached it, all the sword light that filled the sky and the flying golden threads collapsed with a crash!
It is the peerless sword technique that can "break through all laws with a single sword"!
Although Fang Qing had difficulty sensing the elusive sword dao position, he could still easily unleash the power of that position in an instant.
With a flash of sword light, the head of the Ning family patriarch flew up.
"【Niujin】refers to unrefined raw ore, and also carries connotations of sacrificial rituals..."
In Fang Qing's mind, a series of insights about [Niu Jin] emerged.
Then, he picked up the bull-headed sword.
This sword, being the natal flying sword of the Ning family patriarch, was infused with countless rare materials, and at this moment it resembled a piece of stubborn iron.
However, Fang Qing knew that as long as he absorbed the essence of the "Kill the Wolf" technique later, his own natal flying sword should be able to undergo another dual refinement of form and substance, advancing to the fourth level.
After all, once he reached the Purple Mansion realm, he used the [Lou Jin] innate divine power to forge swords, gaining countless advantages.
However, the cycle of mutual killing can only occur between the two swordsmen...
"If it were an outsider, unless they refined the flying sword in front of me, they wouldn't know whether I actually benefited or not..."
"After all, my aura is still at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, not yet at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm..."
Fang Qing sneered inwardly, then suddenly felt a surge of emotion, as if he needed to go to Qiantang City to challenge the world of swordsmanship, especially to find the Eighth Prince 'Li Lu' for a sword duel, so as not to let his hard work in practicing swordsmanship go to waste.
"They're here!"
A look of struggle crossed his face as he stumbled and ran away into the distance.
Behind them, the corpse of the Ning family patriarch gradually transformed into a small mineral vein, spewing out large amounts of gold and stone...
"Qiantang City is to the east, but I'm heading southeast..."
Fang Qing's face was full of struggle, alternating between fervor and cold sweat, behaving as if she had a split personality.
Then, heading southeast, they unknowingly came to a small river.
There is a dock on the river, where several covered boats are moored to wooden stakes and drift with the current.
An elderly man who looked like a boatman was resting while holding a paddle.
"Boatman, I need to cross the river."
Fang Qing walked over, her face full of exhaustion.
"Hehe...you've got amazing willpower and perseverance, you've actually managed to hold on until now."
The old boatman, draped in a straw raincoat, had slightly graying temples, but his eyes were a deep blue-green. His laughter resembled that of a sinister old demon: "Go to Qiantang City… Emperor Wu is about to hold the 'Tide-Watching Gathering,' so that you can advance to the peak of your Dao Foundation and fight Li Lu in front of all the heroes of the world—that is your lifelong wish!"
"May... Buddha, may you wish my ass."
In an instant, Fang Qing raised his head, revealing a sinister grin.
boom!
The Vajra Pestle, unleashed at full power, struck the eyes of this Purple Mansion True Man, causing his originally azure pupils to be tinged with a golden light...
The old boatman froze, then sensed the chanting of Buddhist hymns ahead, as if a peerless and ferocious demon had been born!
Fang Qing's body suddenly shone with golden light, accompanied by the roar of dragons and elephants, as he swung his bronze halberd down.
——【Kamui】!
Whoosh!
The bronze halberd severed the oar, ripped open the old boatman's stomach, and spilled his intestines all over the ground.
Fang Qing, not one to back down, slammed a fist burning with "Embers of Ignorance" into the old boatman's face, twisting and dislocating his features...
Before he could make another move, a golden aura gathered all around, transforming into a scene of autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The river surged backward, concealing some enormous creature within, like a dragon, its scales and claws barely visible...
Countless sharp energies struck Fang Qing, producing a crisp sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves.
"really……"
"Even though I've used my full strength, with just the 'Diamond Force Power,' it would be very difficult to kill a Purple Mansion True Person, even one at the early stage, through a sneak attack..."
Fang Qing sighed inwardly.
Although he sensed that he was being manipulated and guided, and had the urge to vent his anger, he remained measured.
The supernatural powers and methods used... are all of the highest caliber of "Diamond Power," ensuring that someone will cover for you if anything goes wrong.
As for the real account of the [Ji Shui] Purple Mansion True Person, it has remained hidden.
Otherwise, if several Purple Mansion magic treasures were used together, along with ever-changing supernatural abilities, there would indeed be a good chance of capturing this Purple Mansion True Person.
"Fine, at least I've made him suffer a great loss and vented my anger. Time to go..."
In an instant, Fang Qing's figure disappeared, leaving only the Qing Tong Zhenren with his neck twisted and his belly ripped open.
"He escaped into the void?"
The Azure-Eyed Immortal's body flashed with divine light, and all the original physical damage was completely healed.
But then he touched his lower abdomen, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat out a clump of black soil. It fell to the ground and transformed into black bats, flapping their wings and flying away in all directions.
puff puff!
Each fine golden needle, like a tiny sword, pierced through the bats in mid-air, sending them crashing to the ground...
The Azure-Eyed True Man's face changed from white to green, then from green to red, as if his expression were changing, before he uttered in a low voice, "What a cunning Dharma King... I wonder what kind of supernatural power or magic treasure he used to disguise his Dao Foundation so perfectly that even I was fooled..."