Chapter 479
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Chapter 479 Threats and Coercion!
Fang Yu grabbed Chen Xiangwen’s arm, lifting him completely off the ground.
Blood continuously flowed from Chen Xiangwen’s mouth as he stared at Fang Yu before him, saying nothing.
“We have no grudge between us, I have no ill feelings toward you, and you shouldn’t have any toward me either…” Fang Yu said.
“Bullshit! If it weren’t for you, how would Ruobing have been captured!? I don’t know who those people are, but they took Ruobing because they wanted to deal with you!” Chen Xiangwen’s emotions were extremely agitated.
He was originally a cold-blooded killer, but after truly falling in love with a woman, his mindset had changed.
Now, all he could think about was Yu Ruobing.
Whoever hurt Yu Ruobing became his mortal enemy, regardless of the circumstances.
“What you say has some truth to it… but logically speaking, the real culprit is the Witch Cult. I still hope you can calm down.” Fang Yu said.
Chen Xiangwen stared at Fang Yu, his eyes bloodshot, still flashing with murderous intent.
“Let me put it this way, staying calm is your only option. Because you cannot kill me, your skill level isn’t sufficient.” Fang Yu said calmly.
Skill level not sufficient?
As the mysterious top-ranked assassin on the dark list, Chen Xiangwen had never been so disrespected in his life!
Yet ironically, he didn’t even have a chance to fight back now!
Fang Yu was about to say something more.
But at that moment, a black mist suddenly appeared around Chen Xiangwen’s body.
The black mist entwined around Chen Xiangwen, quickly enveloping his entire body.
Within two seconds, Fang Yu felt his hand lighten as the black mist before him vanished.
And Chen Xiangwen disappeared along with it.
At this moment, however, a slight smile appeared on Fang Yu’s face.
He had already guessed that the Witch Cult would take Chen Xiangwen away in the same manner.
And he had no need to prevent it.
On the contrary, he could use the abducted Chen Xiangwen to find the Witch Cult’s hideout!
Because during his conversation with Chen Xiangwen, he had quietly used his divine consciousness to leave a mark in Chen Xiangwen’s body!
To avoid detection, he chose not to place the mark in Chen Xiangwen’s soul.
With this mark, Fang Yu could quickly locate the Witch Cult’s position and learn about their plans.
…
In the hall of a church in the western wilderness of Xiang City.
A black mist appeared out of nowhere, then revealed a human figure.
“Thud!”
Chen Xiangwen lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He struggled to raise his head and saw the Grand Archbishop sitting on the high platform.
Seeing Chen Xiangwen’s current state, the Grand Archbishop was very satisfied.
Fang Yu had severely injured Chen Xiangwen, which would prevent him from causing trouble in the church, saving them a lot of hassle.
“Bring out his wife.”
The Grand Archbishop ordered.
Soon, two purple-robed men escorted a woman in a qipao from behind a door.
The woman was Yu Ruobing, who had been abducted from the wedding banquet.
At the Grand Archbishop’s signal, the purple-robed men released Yu Ruobing.
When Yu Ruobing saw Chen Xiangwen lying on the ground, her expression changed. She quickly ran over, knelt down, and embraced him.
“Xiangwen, are you alright?” Yu Ruobing’s eyes reddened, her body trembling.
Chen Xiangwen didn’t answer, instead examining Yu Ruobing from head to toe.
Seeing that Yu Ruobing was unharmed, Chen Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m fine,” Chen Xiangwen said.
“Your mouth is full of blood, and you say you’re fine? Who beat you up like this? Who?” Yu Ruobing asked coldly, her face pale.
“What a loving couple, truly enviable.”
At this moment, the Grand Archbishop on the high platform spoke.
Chen Xiangwen struggled to sit up, looked at the Grand Archbishop, and asked, “What… do you really want?”
The Grand Archbishop didn’t answer this question.
He had formulated the plan to kidnap Yu Ruobing specifically to lure Chen Xiangwen here.
And now Chen Xiangwen had not only arrived but was also seriously injured and unable to resist, which was perfect for him.
“I already told you, my goal is… to kill Fang Yu,” the Grand Archbishop said. “You’ve just fought with him, how did it go?”
Hearing this question, Chen Xiangwen’s face twitched.
He had just been defeated by Fang Yu, humiliated, and lost all face.
“Was he much stronger than you imagined?” the Grand Archbishop asked again.
Chen Xiangwen stared directly at the Grand Archbishop and said in a deep voice, “So what?”
As he spoke, Chen Xiangwen struggled to stand up.
Yu Ruobing quickly supported Chen Xiangwen.
“Since you know my identity, you should also know my character. I won’t be manipulated by you. If you push me too far, I will use my connections with various forces and do everything in my power to retaliate against you,” Chen Xiangwen said coldly.
As he spoke, terrifying energy erupted from within his body.
“Your wife has already consumed our Witch Cult’s holy water and become a member of our cult. Since you two are so loving, naturally you should join as well,” the Grand Archbishop said calmly, not panicking at all.
“What holy water?” Chen Xiangwen turned to look at Yu Ruobing.
“They just forced me to drink a bowl of clear water…” Yu Ruobing said, her face pale.
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly clutched her abdomen, cried out in pain, and fell to the ground.
“Ruobing!” Chen Xiangwen immediately supported Yu Ruobing.
“My, my stomach hurts so much…” Yu Ruobing was as white as paper, tears streaming down her face.
“After drinking the holy water, one belongs entirely to our Witch Cult and naturally must accept our discipline. Those who don’t obey will suffer,” the Grand Archbishop said slowly.
“Stop it immediately!” Chen Xiangwen turned and roared, his aura exploding.
But at that moment, the Grand Archbishop suddenly extended the scepter in his right hand.
The gem on the scepter flashed with light.
“Bang!”
Chen Xiangwen felt as if a mountain had pressed down on him, instantly falling to the ground with a muffled sound.
“Don’t struggle anymore. In your current state, you can only accept my demands,” the Grand Archbishop said unhurriedly.
Chen Xiangwen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, trying to get up but unable to move.
And behind him, Yu Ruobing’s cries of pain continued.
“I accept! I accept!” Chen Xiangwen roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with rage.
“You should have chosen this earlier,” the Grand Archbishop said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure on Chen Xiangwen dissipated.
And the pain in Yu Ruobing’s abdomen also disappeared.
Chen Xiangwen hurriedly got up and turned to look at Yu Ruobing.
After the intense pain, Yu Ruobing was pale and lay weakly on the ground.
Seeing his beloved in this state, Chen Xiangwen’s heart bled.
“To join our Witch Cult, you must first consume our holy water,” the Grand Archbishop said, gesturing to a black-robed bishop nearby.
The black-robed bishop, holding a bowl of water, walked up to Chen Xiangwen.
Chen Xiangwen looked at the bowl, then at the Grand Archbishop on the high platform.
As a once-powerful figure, he never imagined he would face such a day!
Being forced to join someone else’s organization, submitting to another’s will!
“Because you are strong enough, I respect you, but I hope you won’t make any more wrong and meaningless actions, or I won’t be merciful again,” the Grand Archbishop’s tone suddenly turned cold.
Chen Xiangwen’s heart sank.
He took the bowl of water, looked at it, and then drank it down.
The water was ice-cold, just like Chen Xiangwen’s heart.
“Good, from now on, you are a member of our Witch Cult,” the Grand Archbishop stood up and clapped his hands.
“Crash!”
Chen Xiangwen threw the bowl to the ground, making a loud noise.
The Grand Archbishop didn’t care about Chen Xiangwen’s attitude.
After today, Chen Xiangwen would be under his control anyway.
“Next, as I said before, I will greatly increase your strength,” the Grand Archbishop said, looking at the black-robed bishop beside him.
“The Immortal Clan has already sent someone, they should arrive soon,” the black-robed bishop replied.
“Good, then we’ll wait,” the Grand Archbishop nodded.
…
“The Immortal Clan…”
Far away in Nandu, Fang Yu heard all the conversations through the mark in Chen Xiangwen’s body.
No wonder the Witch Cult’s magical abilities had improved so much in such a short time; they had established a connection with the Immortal Clan.
“The Immortal Clan’s people will arrive soon… I should go now,” Fang Yu thought.
Actually, for Fang Yu, the best approach would be to not appear for now and continue observing the Witch Cult and Immortal Clan’s movements through the mark in Chen Xiangwen’s body. This might allow him to discover the location of the Immortal Clan’s hideout in one go.
But Fang Yu couldn’t do that.
