Chapter 437 - 206: The Seven Stars Are Expendable, the Demon God Must Be Slain
Chapter 437: Chapter 206: The Seven Stars Are Expendable, the Demon God Must Be Slain
Twenty li was hardly a great distance for them.
Fang Dabao galloped furiously through the rainy night. In just a few moments, the twenty-li journey was already behind them.
Fang Shuwen’s ears twitched slightly, and he leaped into the air.
As far as his eyes could see, several hundred Night Rain Tower disciples were waiting silently.
When Fang Shuwen leaped into midair, they noticed him and all looked up.
Fang Shuwen’s figure spun. A ferocious, two-zhang-tall Dharma Aspect with six arms, three eyes, and a terrifying expression materialized around him, a Buddha Wheel encircling its back.
Arcs of lightning coiled around the Dharma Aspect. As Fang Shuwen’s eyes opened and closed, they too seemed to hold thunder within.
Spinning in midair, he thrust a palm toward the ground.
The Dharma Aspect’s six arms struck out simultaneously. In an instant, a massive Palm Shadow covered an area several zhang wide.
The lightning-wreathed Palm Seal descended, like a meteor crashing to earth.
BOOM!!!
A tremendous roar erupted from within the crowd. Streaks of lightning, like serpents, darted out, conducted by the rain. In an instant, lightning flashed in every direction.
Bloodcurdling screams immediately tore through the rainy night.
This preemptive strike caught the group from Night Rain Tower completely off guard.
By the time they reacted, Fang Shuwen had already begun his slaughter.
Great Black Heaven God Palm, Sea-Shaking Divine Fist, Four Seas Shocking Emperor Finger—he unleashed one powerful Technique after another as if they cost him nothing.
With every move and Technique, a dozen, then dozens, of people perished at his hands.
Fewer than three hundred people were gathered here. Although their individual Martial Arts were far superior to the group of men in black outside the village earlier...
...facing Fang Shuwen, their greater skill was useless.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, every last one of them was dead.
Even after Fang Shuwen had crushed the last person to death, undying flickers of lightning still danced across the ground.
Looking around, the area was already a field of corpses littered with severed limbs and charred remains.
Fang Shuwen stood in the center of the carnage, flicked his sleeves, and glanced at the sky with some exasperation. ’This rain... just how long is it going to last?’
He walked slowly out from among the corpses. Seeing Miao Feichan approach, he said softly,
"It’s over. But there were a few interesting ones in that group.
"They must be the ’Rain Souls’ they mentioned."
Within the Night Rain Tower, Stewards were one rank, while Pavilion Masters and Hall Masters were another entirely.
Beyond them, the ranks of ordinary disciples were also clearly defined.
To be promoted from a Raindrop to a Rain Soul, one had to pass numerous assessments.
Fang Shuwen didn’t care about these ranks, nor about the functions of the "four pavilions, three halls, and one department," but he found these few Rain Souls quite interesting.
These men fought with a complete disregard for their own lives.
They paid no heed to their own survival, using only suicidal killing moves. They were no different from death-sworn soldiers.
Unfortunately, there were too few of them and Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts were too profound, so in this battle, even though they fought to the death, it was all for naught.
At most, they only managed to hasten their own demise.
Although Miao Feichan had only been observing the battle, she had noticed this as well:
"If what they say is true, Night Rain Tower has a special department that gathers who-knows-how-many Rain Souls.
"If they all fight like this, we’ll have to be extra careful when we encounter them in the future."
Fang Shuwen nodded.
"I’ll check for survivors. If there are none, we’ll go back and rest. We continue our journey tomorrow."
"Okay."
So Fang Shuwen walked several circles through the massive pile of bodies, checking them one by one. He actually found two who hadn’t yet breathed their last and promptly put them out of their misery.
After finishing this task, he led Miao Feichan and Fang Dabao back to the village.
They stayed at the Chen Residence again.
The night passed without incident. By the next morning, the rain had stopped.
Early in the morning, Chen Jinwang came looking for Fang Shuwen, wanting to ask what they should do next.
Fang Shuwen was baffled. ’What they do is their business. What’s it got to do with me?’
Hearing Fang Shuwen say this, Chen Jinwang looked as if he had received a royal pardon.
He hurried to gather his people and pass the news on to the others.
Speaking of which, this group of people wasn’t actually all that unlucky.
Night Rain Tower had wanted to use them to set a trap, so they had treated them relatively well, fearing something might go wrong at a critical moment.
If Fang Shuwen had truly fallen for the trap, Night Rain Tower wouldn’t have had a chance to silence them after obtaining the Seven Stars.
No matter how you looked at it, they were at least able to survive in the end.
To be caught up in such Jianghu conflicts and still keep one’s life could be considered fortunate indeed.
Fang Shuwen paid these people no mind. He rustled up some food and drink in the Chen Residence’s kitchen, ate with Miao Feichan, and then climbed onto Fang Dabao’s back to continue heading east.
Next, they had to make another trip to the Purple Bamboo Forest to prepare some rations for Fang Dabao.
Beyond that, Fang Shuwen was also considering whether he should plant a bamboo grove after they settled down somewhere.
It would be best if he could grow this type of Purple Bamboo.
Then Fang Dabao’s future food supply would be secured... ’However, this Purple Bamboo must have been influenced by something to grow like this. Even if I transplant it, it might not survive.’
’The secret probably lies in the pool of water in the middle of the Purple Bamboo Forest.’
’But I have a subconscious feeling that place is dangerous. Acting rashly would not be the best course of action.’
His body swayed gently as his mind churned with these thoughts. He let Fang Dabao carry him and Miao Feichan away from the village.