Chapter 498
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Chapter 498: Harsh Words or a Joke?
Facing the hand that Ye Shengxue extended, Fang Yu frowned slightly. Not only did he not reach out to grab it, but he raised his foot and kicked toward Ye Shengxue’s abdomen.
“Bang!”
With a scream, the scene before him suddenly changed.
The terrified and pained Ye Shengxue transformed into a man in black.
This man had a ghost-face mark on his forehead.
Demon Cult.
Fang Yu’s eyes narrowed.
After taking Fang Yu’s kick head-on, the black-clothed man was thrown backward, crashing heavily onto the ground before dissolving into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated into the air.
“Mr. Fang…” Ye Shengxue stood three or four meters behind Fang Yu, calling out in shock.
Just moments ago, she felt an evil wind blow past her eyes, after which her consciousness fell into a void-like state.
Only when she heard a shout did she pull herself out of that state.
Right now, she had no idea what had happened.
“Such low-level illusion techniques, only people from your Demon Cult still use them,” Fang Yu looked across the street and said calmly, “I wasn’t looking for you, yet you’ve delivered yourselves to my doorstep.”
That spot was empty, and Fang Yu seemed to be talking to the air.
But after these words, the empty space there suddenly began to distort.
Two figures appeared.
Two men in black, one tall and one short.
Both had ordinary faces but identical marks on their foreheads.
After hearing Fang Yu’s words, both showed expressions of shock.
Due to the crackdown years ago, the Demon Cult had been dormant for an extremely long time. Because of its nature as an evil cultivation sect, it had been excluded from various historical records, truly disappearing from the river of history.
Yet this man somehow knew they were from the Demon Cult?
How was this possible? Where did he learn this from?
Could he be connected to that old immortal Jiang Hailiu?
But judging by this man’s age, he shouldn’t have any connection with Jiang Hailiu…
The two black-clothed men’s expressions kept changing as they pondered without reaching a conclusion.
“You came to cause me trouble, probably because I disrupted your plans recently,” Fang Yu asked with narrowed eyes, “What were you planning to do with that girl? How did you discover her special constitution?”
Fang Yu’s two questions were like sharp arrows piercing the hearts of the two black-clothed men.
Capturing “vessels” was the most confidential matter of their Demon Cult, something even their archenemy Jiang Hailiu didn’t know about!
Yet Fang Yu’s two questions had exposed this secret almost completely!
Why did he know about the “vessels”!?
“Who exactly are you?” the tall black-clothed man asked with a grave expression.
“How has your Demon Cult managed to survive all these years? Those people back then actually failed to wipe you out completely…” Fang Yu said, ignoring the question.
The expressions of the two black-clothed men grew increasingly ugly, their shock becoming more evident.
They were completely bewildered!
How could an outsider know so much about the Demon Cult?
“Number Eight, should we… contact Lady Sha first? This man… isn’t as simple as we imagined,” the short black-clothed man asked in a low voice.
“No need to contact her. Lady Sha emphasized before that whoever obstructs our plans must be killed without mercy!” the man called Number Eight replied.
“But…” the short black-clothed man showed hesitation, wanting to say more.
“Number Eleven, you know very well that Lady Sha hates indecisive people the most. If you want to anger her, go ahead and ask, but I won’t,” Number Eight said.
Hearing this, Number Eleven thought about Lady Sha’s angry appearance, shuddered, and stopped thinking about it.
“No matter who you are, since you know so many of our secrets, don’t expect to leave here alive,” Number Eight looked at Fang Yu, his eyes bursting with killing intent.
“Just the two of you… I’m afraid you don’t stand a chance,” Fang Yu shook his head and said.
Facing Fang Yu’s contempt, Number Eight and Number Eleven looked displeased, anger rising in their hearts.
With a thought, both of them concealed their forms in the void, disappearing from sight.
Fang Yu looked back at the shocked Ye Shengxue and said, “Go hide for a moment, I’ll deal with these two quickly.”
Ye Shengxue nodded blankly and turned to run to the back.
The Demon Cult’s concealment technique was much more sophisticated than most similar techniques.
Number Eight and Number Eleven’s concealment wasn’t just visual; even their auras completely disappeared.
With this concealment technique, even those with high cultivation would find it difficult to detect their true positions.
But for someone like Fang Yu with extraordinary sensory abilities, finding their true positions wasn’t difficult.
Because no matter how well someone conceals themselves, they still occupy space.
And as long as they occupy space, their movement will cause air to flow.
The surrounding environment was quite quiet, allowing Fang Yu’s sensory abilities to reach their peak.
The airflow was extremely subtle, like countless thin, barely visible threads, trembling slightly.
Fang Yu, who had been standing still, suddenly turned and threw a punch!
“Crack…”
There was nothing visible in front of him, but when his fist struck, a crisp sound erupted!
Number Eleven’s form appeared in mid-air.
His chest caved in deeply, his face terrified, eyes bulging with disbelief.
“Bang!”
Number Eleven fell to the ground a dozen meters away, rolling several times before stopping.
He lay face down, a pool of crimson spreading from beneath his head, his body no longer moving.
“Eleven!”
Number Eight’s form appeared in mid-air several meters from Fang Yu.
He stared wide-eyed at Number Eleven in the distance, his expression grief-stricken.
His fellow disciple, who had worked with him for many years, was dead just like that!
“I will definitely kill you…” Number Eight gritted his teeth, his killing intent fully erupting.
“Without sufficient strength, threats become jokes. Better to say less.”
Fang Yu’s voice appeared next to Number Eight’s ear.
Number Eight’s expression changed. He tried to turn around but felt a sharp pain in his chest!
“Puff!”
Number Eight spat out a mouthful of blood, his neck tightly gripped by Fang Yu, suspended in mid-air.
With a slight increase in pressure from Fang Yu’s right hand, Number Eight struggled desperately, his face turning purple.
Fang Yu’s expression remained unchanged, the force in his right hand not diminishing at all.
Seconds later, Number Eight stopped struggling, his limbs hanging limp.
He had been choked unconscious.
Fang Yu threw him to the ground and sent his divine consciousness into Number Eight’s soul to examine his memories.
After browsing through the memories for a while, Fang Yu frowned.
There were many missing and chaotic fragments in Number Eight’s memories.
Therefore, the useful information he could obtain was very limited.
There were only two useful pieces of information. First, within the Demon Cult, they referred to Zhao Zinan as a “vessel.”
Second, Number Eight and Number Eleven had a common leader, a woman called Lady Sha.
And the order to assassinate Fang Yu came from this Lady Sha.
Fang Yu left a trace of his mark in Number Eight’s soul before withdrawing.
Number Eight was clearly a soul that had forcibly occupied someone else’s body to be reborn.
Therefore, Number Eight’s soul memories overlapped with the original memories of this body, causing a lot of confusion.
This explained why his memory fragments were so fragmented.
After withdrawing his divine consciousness, Fang Yu turned to look at Ye Shengxue, who was hiding not far behind.
“We can go now,” Fang Yu said.
“…Okay.” Ye Shengxue glanced at the two black-clothed men lying on the ground and quickly followed Fang Yu.
…
“Mr. Fang, those two people just now…” On the way back to the apartment, Ye Shengxue asked hesitantly.
“Their target was me,” Fang Yu replied.
Seeing that Fang Yu didn’t want to discuss it further, Ye Shengxue didn’t ask anymore.
After getting into a taxi, they arrived at the apartment in less than twenty minutes.
Fang Yu opened the door and gestured for Ye Shengxue to enter.
Ye Shengxue had never been to Fang Yu’s home before. Seeing the feminine-oriented decoration style, her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.
“This is someone else’s house. I’m staying here temporarily,” Fang Yu immediately noticed Ye Shengxue’s confusion and explained.
“Mr. Fang… do you usually live here alone?” Ye Shengxue asked.
“Yes,” Fang Yu sat down on the sofa in front of the coffee table and said, “If you want water, help yourself.”
Ye Shengxue sat down on the sofa next to Fang Yu but didn’t get water. Instead, she stared intently at Fang Yu.
“What is it?” Fang Yu asked.
