Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Bitter Regrets Pressed Year After Year
*Thud!*
Time seemed to freeze in that Instant.
A profound silence enveloped everything!
Lu Defang shuddered violently.
His expression was exceedingly peculiar.
His face twisted grotesquely, yet his eyes betrayed a mixture of astonishment, bewilderment, agony, and despair evident in its eyes.
He could neither believe nor bring himself to accept it.
The Perfect mastery of Qi Training cultivator bowed his head.
He beheld a gaping, bowl-sized hole in the left side of his chest!
The tattered silver spearhead that had pierced his heart had already been withdrawn.
Blood gushed forth from the wound!
"Hehe."
Lu Defang let out a bitter laugh and raised his head once more.
He turned his gaze toward Wang Chen.
*Boom!*
With a resounding crash, Wang Chen’s tightly clenched fists struck the underside of the yellow jade seal above him with tremendous force.
His fists erupted in crimson flames!
The high-grade magical artifact, which had just lost control, was instantly sent spinning away with a "crack."
Its surface was riddled with cracks, and its spiritual glow had dimmed considerably, teetering on the brink of destruction.
The might of a single punch was truly terrifying!
Lu Defang spat out a mouthful of blood.
The yellow jade seal was the top-tier magical artifact that Lu Defang had refined with his own lifeblood, containing a wisp of his divine essence.
It was his most formidable weapon.
Now, shattered by Wang Chen’s punch, it suffered another severe blow from the backlash of its own magic.
In truth, Lu Defang had already lost more than half of his heart.
He clung to life solely by the strength of his formidable magical power!
What astounded this Perfect mastery of Qi Training cultivator even more was that Wang Chen, after sending the yellow jade seal flying, retracted his fists and flashed him an enigmatic smile.
With a robust and vigorous demeanor, he appeared far from the pitiful figure he had just portrayed!
Wang Chen’s gaze swept past Lu Defang and looked beyond the great hall: "Brother Wei, thank you for your hard work!"
His voice was resonant, reverberating like a great bell against Lu Defang’s eardrums.
From outside the hall came a rough voice: "Immortal Master, you are too kind!"
Lu Defang nearly spat out blood once more.
He finally understood!
Wang Chen had been merely acting, putting on a performance for him.
Outwardly, Wang Chen appeared to be in dire straits under the pressure of the yellow jade seal, leading Lu Defang to believe, "I can win."
Then, without a second thought, Lu Defang poured his magical power into the fight.
In truth, Wang Chen not only handled the pressure with ease but had also arranged for allies to ambush from outside the hall!
Just as Lu Defang thought victory was within his grasp, Wang Chen delivered a sudden backstab.
Thus, the battle concluded.
Had Wang Chen displayed his superior strength from the outset, Lu Defang would have surely retreated in fear.
Even if his inner demon was hard to overcome, he still had the chance to break through and escape; why would he engage Wang Chen in a fight to the death?
If he couldn’t win, surely a cultivator with perfect mastery of Qi Training could flee?
Wang Chen’s act was impeccable, utterly convincing.
Such profound cunning!
It caused this seasoned veteran to fall into an inescapable predicament.
The grand dream turned out to be nothing but an illusion!
Watching Wang Chen approach, Lu Defang exhaled a breath of resentment and slowly sat down on the ground.
He raised his head and asked, "May I say a few more words?"
Wang Chen, who had already drawn the Autumn Water Sword and was prepared to decapitate his opponent, paused briefly.
He nodded slightly.
Wang Chen could see that Lu Defang had not only lost his heart but also his fighting spirit, completely stripped away.
The other man was on the brink of death, with no chance of turning the tables.
Moreover, this cultivator with perfect mastery of Qi Training showed no killing intent or murderous aura; his demeanor was more serene than ever, exuding a genuine air of elegance and detachment.
Out of prudence, Wang Chen still cast the Spirit Light Shield around himself.
Lu Defang paid no heed.
He retrieved a light golden scroll from his storage bag, dipped his finger in a drop of heart’s blood, and gently smeared it on the scroll.
With a flash of light, the scroll instantly unfurled and then rolled back up.
"This is the deed to the house left by your father."
Lu Defang tossed the scroll at Wang Chen’s feet: "I’ve replaced the name with yours; it returns to its rightful owner."
At the moment of handing over the deed, it felt as though he had shed a ten-thousand-jin burden.
He felt incredibly light, and a beam of light pierced the darkness that had enveloped his spirit, causing his soul to tremble.
The obsession, the inner demon, all vanished without a trace!
The dark shadows behind him suddenly emitted wisps of gray smoke, accompanied by the faint sound of a tragic cry.
Crack!
Lu Defang’s Tianzhong bone suddenly cracked, showing a hint of looseness.
This was clearly a sign of breaking through to open a house!
Such an awakening was extremely rare and precious.
As long as he seized the opportunity, he could advance to the Purple Palace level without needing a spirit pill!
What a pity…
What a pity he would never have that opportunity again.
The soon-to-be breakthrough cultivator lowered his head once more and used his trembling hands to open the mouth of his storage bag.
In the next moment, severed heads rolled out one by one.
They scattered at Wang Chen’s feet.
There were more than a dozen of them.
These heads had one common feature: all the eyes were wide open, revealing gray pupils.
Gray-eyed thieves!
Wang Chen remembered that the Yunyang Sect had previously issued bounty orders for capturing thieves.
Both sect disciples and Loose Cultivators could earn merit by slaying gray-eyed thieves.
Each head of an evil cultivator at the Qi Training level was worth one hundred contribution points, while each head of a Purple Palace evil cultivator was worth five thousand.
Outer Sect Disciples could exchange ten heads of gray-eyed thieves at the Qi Training Realm for the qualification to advance to the inner sect!
Lu Defang had apparently collected more than a dozen heads of gray-eyed thieves.
Without a doubt, after resolving his obsessions and inner demons, he would use these heads to exchange for advancement qualifications, entering the inner sect before breaking through to open a house.
Once successful, an elder position would be at his fingertips!
And now…
Wang Chen looked at Lu Defang, only to find that the latter had fallen completely silent.
Year after year of suffering and laboring for others!
Wang Chen silently picked up the storage bag that had fallen to the ground, collecting all the heads of gray-eyed thieves.
Moments later, Fire Crows descended, enveloping Lu Defang’s corpse.
“Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, souls return to the Thick Earth…”
Inside the great hall, above the divine platform, the statue of the Earth Mother gazed down upon all beings, her mottled eyes filled with endless compassion.
“Brother Wei!”
Having completed the passage, Wang Chen called out to the outside of the hall: “Come in quickly!”
After a moment, Wei Xiong stepped into the great hall, carrying a tattered silver spear.
He casually closed the door, keeping the raging wind and rain outside.
The innate martial artist smiled and asked, “Is it over?”
“It’s over!”
Wang Chen nodded vigorously: “It’s really over!”
All the gloom had vanished!
Wei Xiong took out a brass mirror and handed it back to him: “That’s good.”
This was the mirror from the Dual Mirrors.
The other half had already been hung on the nearby wall.
This way, the concealed Wei Xiong could observe the situation inside the hall at any time and strike at the most critical moment!
Previously, he had already contacted this innate martial artist through a letter of crane paper.
He set up a killing trap specifically for Lu Defang!
With one battle, he succeeded!
Wang Chen invited Wei Xiong to sit by the campfire.
At this moment, the spiritual rice porridge in the pot was perfectly cooked, and the grilled beast meat was still giving off heat.
He took out some wine.
Now was the time to celebrate and drink!
Pe551
Nice kill└( ＾ω＾)」