Chapter 184
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Chapter 184: Slaying the Second Young Master Again
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to speak.
Growing impatient, the Second Young Master seized a scoundrel by the collar and roared, "Speak if you value your life!"
"He… he emerged from Mo Fang Shop!" The man blurted, unwilling to provoke Purple Beard Villa’s wrath.
"Mo Fang Shop?" The Second Young Master’s brow furrowed. "To the shop—now!"
He stormed toward the establishment with his retinue in tow. This arrogant noble had been practicing a secret spell during his brothers’ deaths. Emerging to learn both siblings fell to the same killer, his rage burned hotter with each unanswered question about Fang Lie’s survival.
Purple Beard Master remained in closed-door training, unavailable for counsel. Left to his own devices, the Second Young Master arrived with four guards to investigate. All clues pointed to Mo Fang Shop holding the secret to Fang Lie’s undying nature—a prize too tempting to ignore.
As they approached the shop’s entrance, a guard ventured, "Young Master, what if we encounter Fang Lie?"
"Fool!" The noble scoffed. "My Golden Pool cultivation surpasses his Qi Sea by six li to five, my magic reserves dwarf his tenfold! Though he wields a top-grade fourth-tier Flying Sword, I bear two fourth-tier treasures. How could some Qi Sea cultivator best me?"
Puffing his chest like a Giant Rooster, he strutted inside—only to collide with a winged youth sporting an eye-patch. The characters "Dao" and "De" blazed across black wings. Recognition flashed too late as Chifeng Sword’s energy severed his head, painting the ceiling crimson.
The guards gaped at their master’s corpse. "You murdered our Young Master!"
"Did you expect tea and conversation after I slaughtered his brothers?" Fang Lie snorted.
"But this was ambush!"
"Face-to-face combat requires no ambush," the One-Eyed Dragon retorted. "Your master’s weakness sealed his fate."
Knowing Purple Beard Villa’s lethal retribution awaited them, the guards trembled—but Fang Lie’s sword found them before escape plans formed. Chifeng Sword danced, leaving four bodies beside their arrogant lord.
After slaughtering them all, Fang Lie grabbed the Second Young Master’s head once more and flew toward Purple Beard Villa with a grin.
Fang Lie’s bloodstained reappearance on the street electrified the waiting crowd. People surged forward eagerly, their excited chatter rising like storm waves.
"Hell’s bells! This brat truly possesses an undying nature. He’s going to stir up trouble for Purple Beard Master again!"
"Chortle! Purple Beard Master only sired four sons. The eldest trains abroad with their Sect, leaving three here. Now all local heirs are dead by this lad’s hand! Karma’s a harsh mistress!"
"My coin says the old master will choke on his rage this time!"
"Not quite yet – one whelp still breathes!"
"Ha! If the eldest returns only to get slain by Fang Lie, that’d be sweet justice!"
"Speaking of which, I overheard Purple Beard Villa servants whisper about the first son’s letter – claims he’ll return soon!"
"Pah! What difference would that make? Doubt the Villa survives till then! Three sons slaughtered, the master himself wounded – I’ll wager he won’t dare face Fang Lie now!"
"Don’t be so sure. Between their protective array and the Purple Palace realm cultivator Deputy Leader, they could still crush that pest!"
"Unlikely. If Fang Lie revives endlessly, even a Nascent Soul True Immortal would fray their Dao heart battling him!"
"Fair point! Two resurrections already – who’s to say he can’t keep rising?"
"Nonsense! Cheating death defies the heavens! Only Mo Sect’s Puppet That Dies in Place achieves this, and those treasures are rarer than phoenix feathers. Qingyu Island’s entire wealth couldn’t buy one!"
"Then how’s Fang Lie doing it?" The crowd scratched heads until scalps burned, none solving the riddle.
While gawkers debated, Fang Lie already stood before Purple Beard Villa’s gates. Hands clasped behind his back, he barked with swaggering contempt: "Purple Beard! You swine-birthed filth! Face me, cur!"
Villa guards gaped like peasants spotting a dragon. Eyeballs near bulged from sockets. Without daring to breathe, they scrambled to alert their master.
Soon Purple Beard Master emerged flanked by retainers. His ashen face betrayed weakened Spiritual Pressure, erratic breath confirming unhealed injuries.
Like all present, the master rubbed disbelieving eyes upon seeing Fang Lie. Only after triple-checking did he croak: "You… how still draw breath?"
"Told you before – your feeble arts can’t kill me!" Fang Lie jeered. "Since we’re practically old comrades after two bouts, I brought another gift!"
With malicious glee, he lobbed the severed head.
"Aiyah!" Purple Beard Master’s anguished wail split air. Cradling his son’s head, tears rained down his beard. "My boy! My poor child! How could death claim you? This father’s heart shatters!"
Fang Lie’s face stayed colder than glacier stone. "You mourn now? I took you for heartless vermin! How many hundreds have you and your whelps butchered? How many innocent Cultivators? By that alone, your line deserves extinction!"
"Vile worm!" Purple Beard Master’s roar shook courtyard dust. "I’ll see your bones ground to ash!"
"Empty threats!" Fang Lie scoffed. "Three sons dead by my hand – what’s left? Come, show your skills if you dare!"
"Damnation!" The master’s curse rang hollow. Memories of their last clash stayed his hand – Fang Lie’s Ambush had dealt heavy injuries, reducing his combat power by thirty percent.
Even at seventy percent strength, crushing the youth seemed possible. Yet risking another Ambush? The master’s twitching eye betrayed wariness. Against an undying foe, each strike became meaningless self-harm.
A cunning glint flashed as Purple Beard Master turned to his scar-faced Deputy Leader. "Seize Fang Lie! His treasures are yours!"
The Purple Palace realm cultivator’s scar twisted. Were this any Qi Sea cultivator, he’d have pounced. But Fang Lie had humiliated his master.
Smelling a trap, the Deputy Leader feigned modesty: "Esteemed master, this fiend’s ferocity surpasses my humble skills. Wield your precious treasure yourself – victory surely awaits!"
