Chapter 99: The Idiot

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: The IdiotFang Bai caught the desk lamp and set it down on the table behind him, then kicked Liu Yuanlong back onto the bed and sighed, "Even tigers do not eat their cubs; it seems you still have a trace of humanity. It won’t be easy for you to kill your own son, so I guess I’ll have to persuade your son instead!" He grabbed a fruit knife from the fruit bowl and walked over to Liu Yichen. "What about it, have you thought it through? Kill Liu Yuanlong, and I’ll spare your life!" Liu Yichen still shook his head. Fang Bai took Liu Yichen’s hand, an fruit knife in his grasp. With a swift motion, a segment of Liu Yichen’s left little finger dropped onto the bed, and blood gushed from the amputation. Ah— Liu Yichen screamed like a pig being slaughtered, sweat pouring out from the pain. "Will you kill him or not?" "No... " Whoosh— The fruit knife in Fang Bai’s hand swung again, and Liu Yichen’s left ring finger fell onto the bed. Liu Yichen’s screams grew even more agonizing, sweat cascading down as his face turned ashen, nearly passing out from the pain. "Will you kill him or not?" Fang Bai brandished the fruit knife, gesturing towards Liu Yichen’s left middle finger. If Liu Yichen shook his head, he would lose the third finger. "Don’t... Don’t... Kill! I’ll kill!" Liu Yichen yelled terror-stricken, took the fruit knife from Fang Bai’s hand, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stabbed viciously into Liu Yuanlong’s abdomen. "Dad, don’t blame me, I really can’t stand the pain..." Liu Yichen, crying, looked into his father Liu Yuanlong’s eyes filled with sorrow. Liu Yuanlong let out a wretched chuckle and murmured, "Good... good... my good son... my good son..." Blood kept flowing from his mouth, and in the end, he could no longer speak, his eyes gradually losing focus. Watching Liu Yuanlong’s body growing stiff, Fang Bai’s gaze was indifferent, showing no trace of pity. For someone who vowed to kill his entire family, he harbored no compassion. He glanced at Liu Yichen, his expression turning cold, "Your father didn’t want to kill you, indicating he still had some humanity. But you, you killed your own father, you’re worse than a beast." "You forced me to do this!" Liu Yichen shrieked, worried about enraging Fang Bai, and didn’t dare meet his eyes. Fang Bai chuckled, stood up, and walked over to stand by the bed. "What are you doing? I’ve already killed my dad, you promised to spare my life!" Liu Yichen backed into the corner of the bed, shouting in horror. "I did say I would spare your life. But just because I won’t kill you, doesn’t mean I won’t punish you." As Fang Bai spoke, he grabbed Liu Yichen, placed his palm over his head, and a surge of True Yuan burst forth, rushing from his palm into Liu Yichen’s brain. Liu Yichen’s body shuddered, his eyes dimming, his expression becoming dull and wooden, like he had turned into an imbecile. "A person like you is better off as an idiot, then you won’t be able to harm others again." With that, Fang Bai no longer glanced at Liu Yichen, his figure flickered, and he was already out of the villa. Moments later, he vanished into the vast night. Liu Yuanlong was killed, and Liu Yichen turned into an idiot. Fang Bai had no time to think about, nor did he care to consider, how much of a stir this would cause in Zhongzhou. After leaving Zhongzhou City, he was like a **** freed from its cage, displaying his movement technique to his heart’s content across the fields outside the city in the dark night, dashing toward the north. He was as fast as the wind, and all that could be seen was the faint afterimage left behind by his running, ghostly and elusive. Fang Bai planned to make his way to Yanjing simply by running on his own two legs. Fang Bai didn’t take a plane or a car but chose to go on foot, mainly for two reasons. First, he hoped to encounter opportunities for cultivation along the way. So-called cultivation opportunities actually refer to cultivation resources, which include various kinds of spiritual medicines containing Essence Energy, and such things are found deep in the mountains and great rivers where you would never come across them if you traveled by plane or car. The second reason was for physical training. Yanjing was more than a thousand *li* from Zhongzhou, and Fang Bai planned to cover this distance in three days. That is to say, Fang Bai needed to run more than four hundred *li* per day on average. If he followed the highways and railways, three days to cover more than a thousand *li* would be no problem for Fang Bai, but the routes he chose were mostly through mountainous regions and dense forests, which made reaching Yanjing in three days a great challenge. However, for Fang Bai, his physical training consisted of challenging various seemingly impossible limits. This journey of more than a thousand *li* was mainly across plains, with not many mountainous regions and dense forests, so Fang Bai flew across the vast and deserted plains. By the evening of the second day, he had covered nearly six hundred *li*, almost half the total distance, During which time Fang Bai’s True Yuan was exhausted, and he felt so weary he could collapse, only then sitting down cross-legged among the weeds to circulate his cultivation technique and focus on his breathing. After his True Yuan was restored, Fang Bai took out some food and drink from his backpack to fill his stomach. This form of physical training might seem to have little effect now, but Fang Bai understood the principle that small streams make big rivers, and mighty strength is accumulated bit by bit in this way. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. That night, when he reached the edge of a mountain region, he sat cross-legged on the lush green grass of a small hill and cultivated throughout the night. When he woke up the next morning, just as the first rays of the sunrise appeared, Fang Bai felt refreshed, with the True Yuan he had circulated all night transforming into a torrent of boiling strength rushing incessantly within him. Ah—— Facing the rising sun, Fang Bai let out a roar to the heavens, his voice startling distant forest birds into flight and wild animals into a dash. This was an uninhabited area far from the city, so Fang Bai did not have to worry about being heard, no matter how loudly he shouted. Caught up in his enthusiasm, Fang Bai performed each of the techniques from the "Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique" one after another. After he had vented most of the surging True Yuan inside him, the flowers and grasses around him, as well as some rocks, were leveled, and only then did he stop punching and kicking. After eating something casually and rearranging his backpack, Fang Bai continued toward the mountain region. The mountains in front of him were called Fuhu Mountain, lying between Zhongzhou and Yanjing, stretching over a thousand *li* from east to west and three to four hundred *li* from north to south. The terrain was steep and rugged, with countless peculiar peaks. The eastern part of Fuhu Mountain was relatively gentle and had only recently been opened to vehicles, while the western part was crisscrossed with ravines and tough terrain, basically an uninhabited area that ordinary people could not enter. Crossing this mountain region would be filled with difficulties for ordinary people, almost an impossible task, but for Fang Bai, there were no obstructions. When encountering high mountains and precipitous peaks, he was as agile as a monkey, easily flipping over them. When coming across mountain streams and ravines, he would detour around the wide ones, and for the narrower ones, he would use his movement technique, leaping over them like a Dapeng spreading its wings. Around noon, Fang Bai crossed a nearly kilometer-high mountain peak and looked ahead only to discover a group of more than a hundred people moving briskly along a small stream at the foot of the mountain. Among the hundred or so people, there were monks, Taoists, and laymen, with more than half carrying cold weapons. Despite the rocky terrain, they were moving swiftly and smoothly, as if walking on flat ground. The group was three to four hundred meters away from Fang Bai, beyond the range of his sight and hearing, but from their movements and techniques, Fang Bai could tell that they were martial artists, and each of them had considerable strength.