Chapter 457 - 212: Betrayal
Chapter 457: Chapter 212: Betrayal
"I expect there are people with even stronger martial arts above them."
Fang Shuwen listened intently, but he didn’t find this information particularly surprising.
Back at the Celestial Essence Conference, that person from Dragon Abyss had single-handedly suppressed countless talented geniuses to seize the Black and White Twins.
From that alone, it was clear that Dragon Abyss was no trivial force.
It was only natural for them to possess such martial arts.
However, while Dragon Abyss’s strength might be extraordinary, they surely couldn’t suppress the entire Jianghu.
Otherwise, there would be no need for them to act so secretively.
Fang Shuwen glanced at Mo Wen.
"How about you write a letter, just as you suggested earlier, and send it to Night Rain Tower?"
Mo Wen nodded.
"I can do that, but..."
"I won’t kill you," Fang Shuwen said softly.
"That sentence is a colossal lie."
Mo Wen gave a bitter smile.
"I beg you, Hero Fang, spare my life. Don’t toy with me with such ambiguous words."
"Hahaha."
Fang Shuwen couldn’t help but laugh at his words.
"Since you’re not so easy to fool, I won’t bother trying.
"I’ll give you two choices.
"The first choice is death. I’ll make it quick, and you won’t suffer any torture.
"The second choice is that I let you live... but I will cripple your martial arts, gouge out your eyes, cut out your tongue, and shatter every single meridian and bone in your body. I will leave only your ears intact, then send you to Nianhua Zen Temple, where you will listen day and night to the Great Monks of Nianhua Zen Temple as they preach the sutras to you, cleansing you of your lifetime of evil karma.
"That way, even if you somehow manage to escape from Nianhua Zen Temple one day, I won’t have to worry about you coming for revenge.
"Alright, make your choice."
Mo Wen stared blankly at Fang Shuwen. After a long moment, he sighed. He didn’t say anything about taking Fang Shuwen down with him, nor did he make any defiant shouts.
He just said softly,
"I choose... the first one."
’The second choice meant life, but living like that was worse than a clean death.’
Fang Shuwen said no more. He flicked a finger to seal his acupoints, leaving him to wait there.
Then, with a turn, he shot directly into the crowd.
While they had been talking, the fierce battle had continued raging.
After all, there were still quite a few people left.
This time, Fang Shuwen didn’t bother with the "boiling a frog in warm water" approach. He went straight for the slaughter. With him joining the fray, the men from Night Rain Tower were all but wiped out in an instant.
With the experts from the three sects attacking simultaneously, not a single person from Night Rain Tower managed to escape.
The people from Taixu Dao and Flying Star Hall weren’t complete strangers to Fang Shuwen. Even if they had never met, they had heard of his reputation.
After the killing was done, it was only natural for them to meet and exchange pleasantries.
However, Fang Shuwen had other matters to attend to and couldn’t stay long. Seeing this, Flying Star Hall and Taixu Dao didn’t press the issue. They made plans with Fang Shuwen to keep in touch more often before leading their disciples away.
Yu Yaoguang hadn’t brought Zhai Xing and Lan Yue with her this time, only a few sect Elders and several hundred disciples.
These few Elders looked familiar to Fang Shuwen, but he couldn’t recall their names.
They all recognized him, however, and came forward one by one to greet him.
After greeting them all, Fang Shuwen saw a young woman in the standard robes of a Yuqing Pavilion disciple approach with her head bowed. She disguised her voice and said,
"Greetings, Hero Fang."
Fang Shuwen reached out with a large hand and gently ruffled her hair.
"Hey!"
The disciple’s disguise immediately broke. She couldn’t help but rub her head as she complained,
"Master, what are you doing?"
"What happened to ’Greetings, Hero Fang’?"
Fang Shuwen looked at Fang Lingxin before him with a faint, teasing smile.
"You little rascal, trying to fool me. You’re still too green."
He had long since noticed the girl acting furtively, peeking at him from within the crowd before approaching with her head down.
But it had been a long time, and Fang Shuwen truly missed this little sister of his.
So he said,
"Look up."
Fang Lingxin pouted and looked up.
Fang Shuwen sized her up for a moment, then nodded.
"The food at Yuqing Pavilion must be good. Look at you, all plump and rosy."
Fang Lingxin was pleased at first, feeling like she had been complimented. But a second later, the thought struck her, and she stomped her foot in anger.
"Master, you’re saying I got fat!"
"A little chubby is good. It’s a sign of good fortune."
Fang Shuwen burst out laughing after he said it.
Fang Lingxin was so angry she could grind her teeth, but faced with Fang Shuwen, her "benevolent master," she was utterly helpless.
She glanced at Yu Yaoguang standing nearby, but she couldn’t go to her for backup.
Because back at Yuqing Pavilion, no one knew about her relationship with Yu Yaoguang.
She was just an ordinary disciple, cultivating her martial arts and making friends within Yuqing Pavilion.
Today, however, she had finally shown her hand. The many Elders and disciples of Yuqing Pavilion now knew that this unassuming junior sister, who normally kept a low profile, actually had another master.
And that master was none other than the new legend of the Eastern Domain, the Human World Demon God!
This was, after all, not the right place to talk. Just then, Miao Feichan also arrived on Fang Dabao.
After meeting Yu Yaoguang, the two of them were naturally very close.
Although Yu Yaoguang had some reservations about Miao Feichan enjoying a comfortable ride in the back while Fang Shuwen was fighting on the front lines.
But she also knew that while Miao Feichan’s Lightweight Technique was incredible, when it came to fighting... it was another matter entirely.
So she wasn’t truly angry.
Once everyone had gathered, they left the area and set off toward Qingping Town.
Fang Dabao suddenly had two more people on its back.
Fang Shuwen, Yu Yaoguang, Miao Feichan, Fang Lingxin...
Given Fang Dabao’s current size, it was still a bit crowded with four people sitting on it.
Yu Yaoguang squeezed in tightly next to Fang Shuwen, wishing she could just sit on his lap.
Fang Shuwen was tempted to pull her into his arms, but with so many people around, he had to give the Grand Sect Leader some face. Otherwise, it would seriously undermine her authority.
And so, the group traveled all the way to Qingping Town.
With several hundred people, the procession was vast. An ordinary inn couldn’t possibly house them all.
Yu Yaoguang waved her hand, instructing the Elders to take the disciples and find their own accommodations. She herself followed Fang Shuwen, taking two Elders and several dozen disciples from Yuqing Pavilion with her to check into a rather impressive-looking inn.
After arriving at the inn, everyone gathered together, and Fang Shuwen had Mo Wen write the letter immediately.
Once it was written, it was passed around for everyone to read. They examined it carefully, confirming there were no issues and no hidden messages concealed within.
Only then did they have him write a new copy.
Afterward, Mo Wen whistled sharply with his little finger, summoning a messenger hawk from the sky. After tying the letter to it, he flicked his hand, sending the hawk off to deliver it to Night Rain Tower as quickly as possible.
After all this was done, Mo Wen looked at Fang Shuwen and quietly awaited his fate.
Fang Shuwen didn’t keep him waiting. True to his promise, he struck Mo Wen’s head with his palm, giving him a quick end.