Chapter 327 - 326: The Death of Fang Ping

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Chapter 327: Chapter 326: The Death of Fang Ping "So it was him!" "So it was him!" In the vast and boundless void, Lonely Drunk controlled his sword flight, gritting his teeth. "Very well. Truly, very well!" His face was hideous, his narrow eyes flashing with endless coldness, "To think that I deliberately befriended him back then, helped him promote the auction of Spirit Pills... And yet, he dared, how could he dare? To kill my Hongchen!" *Lonely Drunk was gradually losing his sanity, and his endless murderous intent was like the icy water of the Nine Netherworld, spreading an unending chill.* "Soon, soon... Hongchen, I will send him down to accompany you very soon." ... Compared to the Sunrise Daoist Sect, which owned as many as three ore veins in the Demon Ridge Mountain Range, the Grand Daoist Sect, whose mountain gate was nearby, only had half of one. And it was won through relentless persistence, forcefully wrested from the Sunrise Daoist Sect, half of a spirit stone ore vein. If not for the Sunrise Daoist Sect being concerned that the ore vein was conveniently close to the Grand Daoist Sect’s mountain gate, making it difficult to protect, even this half of the spirit stone ore vein would not have belonged to the Grand Daoist Sect. However, as the Grand Daoist Sect gradually grew stronger, and with the reliance on the equally powerful Beixuan Sect, they became increasingly dissatisfied with having only half of the spirit stone ore vein, which resulted in frequent disputes over this ore vein. This time, it was merely an outbreak after prolonged tension. Bai Ziyue came from the spirit stone ore vein belonging to the Sunrise Daoist Sect and soon drove the Gale Silver Wing Shuttle to the other side, where Yaoyao saw on a high mountain, a rather magnificent palace standing majestically. The Mining Bureau of the Grand Daoist Sect! Bai Ziyue knew, this was the only gathering point established by the Grand Daoist Sect in this place. Without any hesitation, Bai Ziyue descended and landed on an open space in front of the palace. "Who are you, coming to our Grand Daoist Sect’s Mining Bureau, and for what purpose?" Soon, two second-class expert-level martial artists guarding the area stepped forward, asking solemnly. They looked at Bai Ziyue with vigilance, not daring to act rashly. It was obvious that Bai Ziyue was an Immortal Cultivator, and the rare secret treasure shuttle he arrived in was extraordinary. "Bai Ziyue from the Sunrise Daoist Sect!" Bai Ziyue announced loudly. "Bai Ziyue?" "Immortal Master Bai of the Black Crystal Ore Vein?" The two martial artists were startled, for they had heard of Bai Ziyue’s reputation. "Fang Ping! Come out and see me!" Bai Ziyue had no intention of directly conversing with the two martial artists and called out calmly. This voice, seemingly calm and unperturbed, was not even loud. However, it contained a very refined application of Sound Technique, allowing not only the two martial artists in front of him to hear it clearly, but everyone in the entire palace and the entire Mining Bureau, except those in cultivation secret chambers isolated by Array Power, could hear it distinctly. "Who dares to make a racket in the sacred grounds of our Grand Daoist Sect?" "Who dares to call out the name of our Immortal Master directly?" "Such audacity!" In an instant, voices rang out, and soon, a number of martial artists and Immortal Cultivators came rushing out from the palace. Almost immediately, they focused their gaze on Bai Ziyue standing on the ground, their originally fierce aura quickly settling down, each of them revealing a grave expression. Enlightenment Realm Immortal Master! Such an existence was naturally not someone they could scold at will. Only those who were on the same level as him could engage and converse with him. "You came for me!" At this moment, a tall and thin middle-aged man, accompanied by two cultivators at the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation, walked out of the main hall. "You are Fang Ping?" Bai Ziyue looked at the speaker, tall and thin, with a somewhat wide forehead, and his hair, likely due to practicing some special secret technique, had a reddish tint. As for his strength, Bai Ziyue was already clear that the other party was at the Mid-stage Enlightenment Realm of Immortal Technique. In this level, he had been for eight years and had at least ignited over a hundred acupoints. In terms of realm, he was equivalent to Bai Ziyue, but in terms of cultivation, he was more than twice as profound. "Immortal Master Fang, this man claims to be Bai Ziyue of the Sunrise Daoist Sect." The two guards from earlier dared not delay and promptly explained in a low voice. "Oh?" Fang Ping looked at Bai Ziyue with curiosity, surprised at his youth, but soon his expression turned cold as he said icily, "If I’m not mistaken, you must be here for the spirit stone ore vein, right? However, you overestimate yourself, coming to my Mining Bureau alone. Or are you, relying on being from the Sunrise Daoist Sect, thinking I don’t dare to kill you?" He knew Bai Ziyue’s strength was not weak, but he considered his strength to be superior. Moreover, this was his territory, with arrays set up to suppress enemies, and numerous martial artists and cultivators gathered here, among them not lacking powerful experts of the Innate Realm. Let alone that Bai Ziyue was merely a cultivator who had just broken through to the Enlightenment Realm not long ago; even if it was an Enlightenment Immortal Master at his same realm, he had nothing to fear. "Kill me? You want to kill me? You dare to kill me?" Bai Ziyue finally spoke, his voice filled with incredulity. *However, in truth, at this moment, his eyes were calm as a lake, without the slightest ripple.* Long before coming here, Bai Ziyue had been considering how to deal with the people of the Grand Daoist Sect. *Indeed, the Sect Leader of the Grand Daoist Sect had attempted to assassinate him.* *But if this implicates the entire Grand Daoist Sect, he always had some reservations in his heart.* *It wasn’t that he was kind-hearted; he never considered himself a good person.* Having traveled through the storms of the Jianghu, he never considered those who died by his hand to be innocent. But the predecessor of the Grand Daoist Sect was, after all, the Immortal Martial Sect. He always needed to maintain some sense of camaraderie. Thus, he set a lower limit for himself. Killing required a reason. Then, he never expected Fang Ping to be so arrogant as to say directly he wanted to kill him... well, now he had a reason! "Hahaha... What a joke. Who do you think you are? Killing you is no harder than squashing an ant, and why wouldn’t I dare? Didn’t your master ever tell you that in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, strength is revered and the victors reign? For someone like you, just starting out, if I kill you, then so be it." Fang Ping laughed heartily, speaking with utter disdain. "Is that so? Then..." Bai Ziyue’s voice was calm as he stepped forward. In an instant, a flying sword, swift as lightning, flashed by. The sword moved too quickly. Before Bai Ziyue even finished saying "then," it had already shot from his body. It carried with it the torrential primordial power within him, bursting forth like silver light piercing the void. "You... dare?" As a Mid-stage Enlightenment Realm cultivator, Fang Ping’s reaction speed was incredibly fast. As his expression changed dramatically, he leaped back, and a beam of spirit light shot out from his body. Through the sleeve of his robe, it was faintly visible that he wore a gold-threaded silver-edged dharma robe. A low-grade spiritual artifact robe, it had the ability to automatically protect its wearer at critical moments. And the robe itself also possessed some defensive power. However... He was fast, but Bai Ziyue’s flying sword was even faster. So fast that there was no time to react, so fast it was unbelievable. No one expected Bai Ziyue to dare act against Fang Ping, alone, under the gaze of all. It should be known, this was the territory of the Grand Daoist Sect, Fang Ping’s lair. Furthermore, Bai Ziyue’s flying sword was not only fast but extremely powerful. The top-grade spiritual artifact level flying sword crashed into the defense spiritual light of Fang Ping’s dharma robe. With the deflecting power of the Spell-Dodging Divine Sword, the spiritual light was penetrated without even offering the slightest resistance. Like a knife through paper, the flying sword pierced through the low-grade spiritual treasure defensive robe. "Pfft!" Blood spurted! The flying sword penetrated straight through Fang Ping’s chest, shattered his heart, and splattered bright red blood. Fang Ping, who was a Mid-stage Enlightenment Realm cultivator with powerful aura and strength, had no chance to use any means, not even to leave a final message, before he collapsed on the ground with a thud. Dead! Fang Ping was dead! The scene remained silent. In everyone’s eyes, there was an expression of disbelief. *How could he? How dared he act against Immortal Master Fang Ping?* "Then... if one of us must die, better you than I!" Only now did Bai Ziyue finish his remaining words. However, Fang Ping could no longer hear them. A ruptured heart meant death was inevitable, even for an Enlightenment Realm Immortal Master. Perhaps only Divine Realm powerhouses could escape such a fate. And Fang Ping, clearly, was not at that level. "You..." In the eyes of everyone present, anger seemed ready to burst forth. "What? Do you all want to kill me too?" Bai Ziyue’s gaze swept over them, and a powerful spiritual pressure belonging to an Enlightenment Realm Immortal Master roared through the area. At once, no one dared meet his eyes, and no one dared voice their dissent. *Kill him? How could they?* *Even Mid-stage Enlightenment Realm Immortal Master Fang Ping was killed with one sword when disagreements arose. Who could resist?* *Even Innate Realm experts dared not show themselves at this moment.* Seeing this, Bai Ziyue was unsurprised. With a slight beckon, Fang Ping’s storage bag and a fiery red gourd-like spiritual artifact were taken from his body. The storage bag was restricted, and he couldn’t open it in a short time; this gourd-like spiritual artifact was clearly Fang Ping’s weapon of choice, brimming with spirituality. It was an upper-grade spiritual artifact with sixty-five Earthly Fiend Restrictions, quite impressive. "Isn’t Immortal Master Bai going a bit too far by acting in this way? The storage bag and Sword Storage Gourd belonged to Immortal Master Fang Ping. Even if he is dead, they must still belong to the Grand Daoist Sect. Does Immortal Master Bai think that just because his strength is currently the highest, he can do as he pleases? Don’t forget, the mountain gate of the Grand Daoist Sect isn’t far from here. Furthermore..." Just then, a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement Stage, who had been standing beside Fang Ping, couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke. "Junior Brother..." But soon enough, the person beside him grabbed him. ... Please vote for the monthly ticket; we’re about to drop out of the top hundred, it’s critically urgent, begging for votes... ah... ah...

Chapter 327 - 326: The Death of Fang Ping

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