A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. The drizzling rain made the night look as bright as day. Mister Wen's expression drastically changed.
Fang Xing saw the shape of his lips, and the shock in his heart couldn't be said to be any less than the tides and seas.
However, he felt that something was wrong at this moment. His expression didn't change at all …
However, he quickly thought of something in his mind. He then looked up at the sky …
[Why did Mister Wen take advantage of the lightning strike to ask for help?]
With Fang Xing's current level of cultivation, he naturally understood that when lightning streaked across the sky, the aura of the Heavenly Thunder would disturb one's spirit. Even the mightiest of divine thoughts would be affected when lightning streaked across the sky. For cultivators, the divine thoughts were like eyes. They could see anything they wanted to see. Lightning was an existence that could temporarily distract the eyes. Mr. Wen had seized the opportunity when the lightning streaked across the sky to call for help. It was obvious that he was hiding from something. However, Fang Xing was constantly on guard. He was certain that no one was spying on him. So, what was he hiding from?
"Haha, young friend Fang, you've only seen me, so I'm sure you'll understand. Back then, my cultivation might have been a bit lower than Mister Lan and the others. But now, my cultivation is close to that of an immortal. How could they possibly compare to me?"
Mister Wen laughed heartily after the lightning strike. His expression was as calm as ever. It seemed as if the scene of him crying for help was just an illusion of Fang Xing's. His voice was bright and clear. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind. He said, "This is only the result of my thirty years of meditation on the Boundless Great Way. I feel that my cultivation is surging, and I'm close to the Immortal Path. Young Friend Fang, you're a genius of Tian Yuan. Your aptitude is much higher than mine. You mustn't miss this opportunity to become an Immortal …"
Fang Xing's expression remained indifferent even though all sorts of thoughts were surging in his mind like a volcano. He remained calm for a long time. Then, he looked at Mr. Wen's face and said with a smile, "So, you were the one who revealed our whereabouts thirty years ago?"
Mister Wen was startled. He shook his head and replied, "Not at all. I thought that you were already buried in the sea of stars … I only told you that there were several juniors behind the Immortal Path. The three Supremes were the ones who predicted your arrival. It wasn't me …"
"Sure enough, someone leaked our whereabouts, and it wasn't them who figured it out …"
Fang Xing thought. He had a general answer.
"Hehe, Little Friend Fang, I've said all that I have to say. Since we're old friends, please don't disregard my words …"
Don't turn a deaf ear to my words … "Mister Wen looked at Fang Xing's expressionless face. It was unknown whether he was disappointed or hopeful. He forced a smile and gulped down the cup of hot tea. Then, he sighed and said," The great Dao is merciless. Time flies. I must go back and study the Dao … "
"Of course, I must study the Dao. But, I can't avoid owing a favor …"
Fang Xing seemed to have made up his mind at this time. He sighed and said.
"Hmm?"
Mister Wen was startled. He looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"You had an ulterior motive when we crossed the sea of stars. You instigated the Dragon Mother to use me for alchemy. Have you forgotten?"
Fang Xing slowly opened his mouth and brought the cup of hot tea to his mouth.
"When did I …"
Mister Wen was puzzled. He couldn't understand what Fang Xing was saying.
He had been kept in the dark when the Dragon Mother wanted to use people for alchemy. He hadn't intervened at all. Moreover, the Dragon Mother had her eyes on Lu Sou. It had nothing to do with Fang Xing. So, why was this little devil lying through his teeth?
Fang Xing didn't wait for Mister Wen to ask any questions. He interrupted him and said, "Hehe, the entire Tian Yuan knows that I'm a very vengeful person. I can remember things as small as sesame seeds for the rest of my life. Do you think I've forgotten your enmity with me? Hehe … Or, do you think that I won't cause trouble for you if we become good friends in the future since we've come to the Immortal World together? Ridiculous! You stinky scholar! Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you for coming to see me? "
Mister Wen's head was spinning. He didn't know what Ye Xiwen was talking about.
"Crackle …"
However, Fang Xing didn't bother to explain. He jumped up and swung his palm towards Mister Wen's head. He had used the Dragon Clan's Lightning Manipulation Technique. The lightning power in the world had been drawn by him, and had enveloped Mister Wen's head. Then, he said in a heavy voice, "I'll kill you to vent my anger …"
Mister Wen was surrounded by a sea of lightning as soon as Fang Xing's palm hit him.
Mister Wen understood Fang Xing's intention. His face turned deathly pale as he shouted, "You can't …"
Fang Xing was a man who would do anything once he thought of it. So, there was no need for him to be polite. He threw himself towards Mister Wen, and his magic power surged towards Mister Wen to suppress him. Mister Wen's cultivation was extremely frightening. Fang Xing couldn't compare with him. But, he was trapped in the sea of lightning. Moreover, he knew what Fang Xing was planning to do. So, he didn't dare to fight recklessly. So, he was suppressed by Fang Xing in a split second …
"Realm Lord, save me …"
Mister Wen screamed. His screams reverberated far and wide …
The sea of lightning around Fang Xing rumbled for a long time. Then, it slowly receded, and Mister Wen was revealed.
Fang Xing's palm had landed on Mister Wen's head. Mister Wen's spirit had vanished. It seemed that his spirit had been destroyed by Fang Xing's sneak attack. Only his body was left …
"You've tried to frame me. But, you still dare to come and see me? You've got guts!"
Fang Xing sneered. He slowly withdrew his palm. His eyes were filled with ridicule as he spoke to himself.
Then, he looked around vigilantly as if he had just killed someone. He muttered, "Which son of a b * tch is this Realm Lord?" He turned around to leave. But, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly turned around and slapped Mister Wen's body. The Samadhi True Fire ignited, and Mister Wen's body was burnt to ashes. Then, he smashed it with his palm. Then, he said to himself, "There's only one Immortal Life. You've cultivated thirty years earlier than me. So, how can I leave you behind to compete with me?"
Then, he turned around and looked into the rainy night sky. The main hall was empty except for a zither and two teacups …
"Clang …"
The zither suddenly emitted a soft sound after Fang Xing left. It seemed as if an invisible hand was playing it.
…
…
"You … aren't you afraid of being discovered by him?"
At this time, Fang Xingzhi was flying in the direction of the Forgotten Worldly Mountain. On the surface, everything seemed normal, but part of his Divine Sense had already sunk into his World of Consciousness. A person had appeared in his World of Consciousness, and he was saying anxiously, "Also, why do you have a pocket world? Ever since the disaster of the Nine-headed Bug thirty years ago, small worlds are no longer allowed to exist in the Celestial Realm. Logically speaking, no matter what, they would not allow you to keep a small world with you. How did you manage to keep it? "
This person was Mister Wen, who had been killed by Fang Xing. He was alive and well in Fang Xing's Realm of Knowledge. The only difference was that his appearance had greatly changed. When he was in the Immortal Realm, he was handsome and had a cultivation close to that of an Immortal. But now, in Fang Xing's Realm of Knowledge, his appearance had greatly changed. His entire body had become as thin as a stick. Even his Qi was almost exhausted, like a candle in the wind. Fang Xing had no doubt that Mister Wen, who was once at the eighth level of Tribulation Passing, could not even compare to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator …
"I have my own methods!"
Fang Xing replied coldly, "You don't have to worry. Even if someone had been staring at us earlier, it would be difficult for them to discover anything. My small world isn't good at many things, but it's good at deceiving others. Even if others saw us, they would at most be suspicious, but they wouldn't be able to find any evidence. Now, tell me, who are you hiding from by being so careful and acting mysteriously?" He looked up at the sky and said in a low voice, "The three Great Masters shouldn't be watching me …"
"The Taoist, Buddhist, and Demon Masters shouldn't be watching me …"
Mister Wen smiled bitterly. He looked up and said, "But have you forgotten that there are four Great Masters in the Immortal Realm?"
"The fourth Great Master?"
Fang Xing was startled. He frowned and asked, "What is that thing?"
Mr. Wen sat down cross-legged with a dejected look on his face. He looked around, shook his head, and said with a bitter smile, "I don't know what that thing is. I didn't even know of its existence before I started practicing the Boundless Great Way Art. I've only felt its existence now that I've reached a deeper level of cultivation. It's omnipresent and omnipotent. Only a small world can isolate itself from its prying eyes. I didn't expect you to have a small world. So, I asked you for help because I was delusional …"
"Alright. Don't talk nonsense."
Fang Xing interrupted him. He stared at Mister Wen, "How did you end up like this?"
"Dao miasma … or Dao poison …"
Mister Wen's voice was filled with grief and indignation, "I've become like this because I've practiced the Devil's Secret Art …"
"Huh?"
Fang Xing's mind tightened, "Practicing that Secret Art has made your Secret Art scatter?"
"Scatter my Secret Art? It can't be … "
Mister Wen smiled and shook his head, "Practicing this Secret Art will help you achieve the Dao …"
"Achieve the Dao?"
It was Fang Xing's turn to be shocked. He looked at Mister Wen in disbelief.
"Yes!"
Mister Wen nodded and smiled bitterly, "Achieving the Dao means losing myself."
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