When the cultivator saw how serious the two were, he didn't dare to hide anything and pointed to the north. The black-clothed bandit snorted and flew forward like an eagle, leaving only a faint voice, "I'll go take a look!" This caused Fang Xing to feel a bit depressed. Why is this guy even more anxious than me? Leaving the cultivator behind, he urged the carriage to move forward.
As they gradually approached the direction of the Valley of Rubble, they saw that there were more and more cultivators gathering around them. All of them had high levels of cultivation, and their faces were filled with excitement as they hurried over. From the looks of it, they really did regard the life of this "Fang Xing" as a great opportunity.
When Fang Xing saw this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know which unlucky person didn't have the ability to impersonate this young master, but instead wanted to impersonate this young master. As a result, he caused trouble and couldn't escape. He was trapped in the Valley of Rubble, waiting for his death. It could be said that it was extremely sad. However, he was also a bit tempted and decided to enter the valley. At the very least, he wanted to see the true face of this imposter.
After traveling for less than ten miles, a huge narrow valley appeared in front of them. On both sides of the valley, there was a towering black mountain peak that looked like two dormant black dragons that stretched on endlessly. Between the two mountain ranges was a huge valley that was filled with a faint black mist. If one were to look at it with their Dharma Eyes, they would even be able to see the occasional flash of spiritual light inside.
It was obvious that this was the Valley of Rubble. At the entrance of the valley, they could even see a large number of cultivators gathered. They sat cross-legged on the left and right of the valley. Some seemed to have just come out of the valley, while others had just arrived. They were asking the people around them about the situation. From all directions, there were countless cultivators who were either riding birds, walking, alone, or in groups of three to five.
"Is that little devil in this valley?"
"That's right, Lord Lei Jiu, the number one expert of the Eight Demon Tribes of the Hidden Emperor Family, chased after that little demon for seven days and six nights. Although that guy's strength isn't that strong, he can run very fast, so Lord Lei Jiu couldn't catch up to him. With great difficulty, he managed to trap that little demon in the valley with the help of the Ancient Sect of Transcending Heaven. However, this valley is too big, and there are many arrays and dangerous places inside. Lord Lei Jiu was worried that if he chased after that guy, that guy would seize the opportunity to escape. Therefore, he didn't dare to rashly barge in. Instead, he immediately ordered people to set up arrays around the valley to prevent him from escaping. However, because he didn't have enough manpower to search the entire valley, he announced to all sects and families that whoever enters the valley and captures that little demon for him will get a chance to enter the Sword Catacomb …"
"It's really a great fortune. Let's go in and try our luck!"
"Wait, if we want to enter the valley, we need to obtain the life token given by the Nine Melodies Tribe and verify our identities. Moreover, it's easy to enter, but difficult to come out. This is because we're worried that the cunning guy will impersonate someone else and sneak out. Only after we capture the little devil will the restriction be opened. Therefore, before we go in, we must be prepared that we won't be able to come out for the time being!"
"Oh, in that case, let's discuss it first!"
The carriage drove forward. On the side of the road, there were people inquiring about the situation in the valley. Fang Yuan spread out his Divine Sense and all the conversations within a radius of three hundred feet were heard by him. Not long after, he had more or less grasped the situation.
It was no wonder that so many cultivators weren't in a hurry to enter the valley. It turned out that after entering the valley, they weren't allowed to come out easily. Only after they captured Fang Xing would they open the restriction and allow the people in the valley to come out. In order to prevent that "Fang Xing" from sneaking out of the valley, the Huangfu Clan had actually put in so much effort. It was clear that they were determined to capture that guy.
At this moment, the black carriage that Fang Xing was riding on was being pulled by an ordinary Demonic Beast. After all, riding five Hornless Dragons would consume too much Blood Qi. Unless he was deliberately putting on airs, he wouldn't ride the five Hornless Dragons. However, even so, the black carriage still attracted the attention of many people. They slowly made way, and whispered to each other to guess the identity of the person inside the carriage.
"The legendary Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain is riding in such a black carriage …"
"There's black smoke lingering around the carriage. Although it's not five Hornless Dragons pulling the carriage, it's still a rare demon beast …"
"Could it really be him? The head of the Huangfu Clan's eight demon tribes, the Jiuqu Tribe, is right here. How could he be so bold … "
Fang Xing spread out his divine sense. How could the changes in the expressions of the crowd escape his eyes?
When he saw their expressions, he sneered in his heart and thought to himself, "This young master's reputation has really been established!"
In the cultivation world, snatching resources with bare fists was a common thing. However, snatching resources from people who were weaker than oneself was naturally a good thing. If one snatched someone whom one could not afford to offend, then one would encounter a big problem. Thus, in the cultivation world, observing people's words and body language, as well as having sharp ears and eyes, was a basic skill. After Fang Xing entered the Xuan Domain, he used the identity of Fang Xiaojiu to do so many things. His reputation had long since spread out.
As his reputation spread, his characteristics were also remembered by people. The most important characteristics were the black carriage, the black flag, the five Hornless Dragons pulling the carriage, and the injured little girl. He was ferocious and unrivaled among the younger generation.
Now that Fang Xing had arrived at the Valley of Messy Rocks, although he didn't reveal his name and didn't use the five Hornless Dragons to pull the carriage, he didn't deliberately change his appearance. He felt that there was no need to pretend to be a grandson. Thus, as soon as he approached the Valley of Messy Rocks, some cultivators recognized the characteristics of his carriage and secretly guessed his identity.
"Is the person in the carriage in front Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain?"
A few of the more courageous cultivators barked out their questions.
Some people recognized that these people were cultivators from the Western Desert. When Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain first entered the Mysterious Domain, he single-handedly destroyed four lineages. One of them was the famous Golden Light Lineage of the Western Desert. One of them was even one of the four heroes of the Western Desert, the Primordial Lotus. This was a blow to the reputation of the Western Desert cultivators. They believed that the strength of the Western Desert cultivators was mediocre and that their reputation was undeserved.
Because of this, there were many people who specifically robbed Western Desert cultivators, which brought about a lot of trouble.
Because of this, the Western Desert cultivators hated Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain the most.
The carriage stopped. Fang Xing stuck his head out and scolded, "So what if I'm your granddaddy?"
"Boom …."
The cultivators couldn't help but take a step back, as if some kind of dreadful beast had crawled out of the carriage.
This made Fang Xing a little depressed. He thought to himself, "Even with my current appearance, I'm not as ugly as Li Ying. What's going on with all of them being so scared?"
"Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain …. Are you here to confess your crimes?"
The Western Desert cultivator was on full alert as he shouted loudly.
"Confess? What crimes? "
When Fang Xing heard this, he was slightly taken aback.
The three cultivators looked at each other and saw the anger in each other's eyes. They thought that Fang Xing was doing this on purpose, but in the end, they didn't have the guts to rush forward. They weren't stupid. Fang Xiaojiu from the Great Snow Mountain was infamous. He wasn't someone who could be easily captured. Unless one was extremely powerful, only a crazy person would dare to attack this little devil.
As a result, they only dared to shout from afar, "How dare you, Fang Xiaojiu! Do you know where you are? The leader of the Dragon Followers of the Eight Tribes, the junior division leader of the Nine Folds Tribe, Sir Lei Jiu, is nearby. Why don't you get off the carriage and confess your crimes? You should know that the reason young master Huangfu captured you was because you offended the Western Desert cultivators. He wanted you to kowtow to us, confess your crimes, and let us punish you! "
"Oh? That's what he meant? "
This was the first time Fang Xing had heard of the HuangFu Clan's Dao Child's reason for capturing and killing him. When the Dao Child first issued the order, he wanted Fang Xing to enter the Xuan Region and confess his crimes within three days. Then, he would use his status as the Dao Child of the HuangFu Clan to order Fang Xing to kowtow and confess his crimes, resolving the grudge between the Chu Region and the Western Desert.
However, at that time, Fang Xing had hidden himself to treat Chu Ci's injuries. Not to mention three days, even after seven to eight days had passed, not even a shadow of Fang Xing had appeared. Huangfu Daozi had thought that Fang Xiaojiu was looking down on his dignity, so the 'capture Fang Xiaojiu' in the order had become 'capture and kill Fang Xiaojiu', meaning that regardless of whether Fang Xing was dead or alive, it would be fine as long as he could bring Fang Xing to him.
"Fang Xiaojiu, hurry up and get off the carriage. Kowtow to the Western Desert cultivators and confess your crimes. That way, you might have a chance to live!"
"That's right. Someone has already gone to invite the senior of the Nine Creases Tribe. You're about to die, so why don't you kneel and confess your crimes?"
"Tie yourself up and kneel! Don't make a mistake!"
The three Western Desert cultivators shouted, their eyes glinting with coldness.
Within the Xuan Region, it wasn't easy to transmit information. Up until now, the reason these Western Desert cultivators hated Fang Xing was because Fang Xing had exterminated the Western Desert's Golden Light lineage, killed one of the Western Desert's Four Heroes, and suppressed the reputation of the Western Desert cultivators. They didn't know that another of the Western Desert's Four Heroes, Han Longzi, had already perished at the hands of Fang Xing. Otherwise, they wouldn't have spoken like this.
The other reason they spoke so harshly was because the Nine Creases Tribe was nearby. They believed that this was enough to deter this Great Snow Mountain disciple who didn't know the immensity of Heaven and Earth, so he wouldn't dare to act blindly without thinking.
Strangely enough, Fang Xing didn't retort. Instead, his brows furrowed even tighter.
Seeing that he didn't dare to retort, the three Western Desert cultivators grew bolder. They believed that their guess was correct. The Nine Creases Tribe was nearby. This little demon was indeed afraid. Otherwise, why wouldn't he say anything in the face of their scolding?
Unexpectedly, Fang Xing didn't retort. Instead, the killing intent in his heart gradually rose.
Although Fang Xing loved to quarrel and was good at it, that was only when he couldn't fight or when he would be at a disadvantage!
If he could fight … who would choose to quarrel?
"I've seen many Western Desert cultivators. Why do they know how to speak … Why are all of them so annoying?"
Fang Xing waited for the three of them to finish cursing before he lazily opened his mouth.
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger. In the blink of an eye, a flying sword flew out from the carriage.
"Swish …"
Spurred on by his magic power, the flying sword moved with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it arrived at the throat of the Western Desert Cultivator closest to the front. When the Cultivator saw the silver light approaching, he was shocked. Without thinking, he raised up a defensive barrier. However, just as he was about to form an incantation, the flying sword had already slashed across his throat. His eyes bulged and he clutched his neck in disbelief.
His hand trembled as he touched his throat, only to find that his hand was covered in blood.
Even at the moment of his death, there was one question in his heart that he couldn't understand. The Nine Creases Tribe was nearby, so why did he dare to attack?
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