Chapter 522

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Chapter 522 You Will Regret It!

The Immortal King was silent for a moment, then said: “A good method… If I can gather them to that position, I won’t even need to provoke them into fighting each other. I can bury them alive.”

The flesh of a martial artist is worth three times that of an ordinary person.

If the plan succeeds, the progress of rebuilding the physical body will accelerate significantly.

“Besides the method I just mentioned, I will find more powerful martial artists and even factions willing to join our Immortal Clan for the King,” the woman said.

“Do as you say. Whatever you need, you can tell me anytime, and I will provide assistance,” the Immortal King said solemnly.

“Thank you for your trust, my King.” The woman lowered her head and kowtowed to the ground.

…

After Gaoyang and the others left, Fang Yu returned to his room.

After washing up, Fang Yu sat at his desk, took out the Void Ring and the teleportation talisman, contemplating how to embed the teleportation technique into the Void Ring.

This wasn’t just a fantasy but something that could actually be accomplished.

The process of forging any magical artifact involves integrating techniques into objects.

However, in most cases, the techniques are integrated before the item is completely forged.

What Fang Yu was trying to do now was to add teleportation techniques to an already completed magical artifact.

Theoretically, this was possible, but in practice, it was challenging.

Fang Yu took out a whole stack of blank paper and began calculating the techniques.

…

Fang Yu remained in his room as time flew by quickly.

It wasn’t until someone knocked on his door that Fang Yu snapped out of his immersed state.

Opening the door, he found the innocent-looking Honglian standing in front of him.

“What is it?” Fang Yu asked.

Honglian looked up at Fang Yu with her small face, opened her mouth, then pointed outside.

Fang Yu walked outside and discovered that Ye Shengxue had prepared a table full of dishes, with aromas wafting through the air.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Fang Yu said.

“My cooking isn’t good, I’m just trying. If it doesn’t taste good, please…” Ye Shengxue, wearing an apron, said somewhat shyly.

“It’s fine, as long as it’s edible. I’m not picky.”

Fang Yu was already very hungry, so he sat down and immediately started eating.

“Mr. Fang, what have you been doing these past two days?”

At the dining table, Ye Shengxue asked.

“Has it been two days already?” Fang Yu was surprised and asked.

“Yes, since President Zhao and his group left, you haven’t left your room for two days,” Ye Shengxue said.

“I’ve been researching a new type of magical artifact,” Fang Yu answered.

“A new magical artifact? Mr. Fang, you can also create magical artifacts?” Ye Shengxue asked in surprise.

“Many years ago, I was once an apprentice under a master of magical artifacts. I only know a little,” Fang Yu said.

“Many years ago…” Ye Shengxue was a bit dazed, then asked, “So how is your progress? Is it finished?”

“Making a magical artifact isn’t that easy. I’m not even halfway done,” Fang Yu said.

“Oh,” Ye Shengxue nodded.

After finishing the meal, Fang Yu returned to his room and continued his research on the Void Ring.

It wasn’t until Wednesday afternoon that he left his room and the apartment to go to Nandu University.

Fang Yu arrived at the Faculty of Literature and was about to enter the teaching building when a male student ran up to him.

It was Chu Fan, whom Fang Yu had teased last week.

“What is it?” Fang Yu asked.

“Professor Fang, I want to apologize to you,” Chu Fan said apologetically. “Last week, I wasted your time and many students’ time just to show off.”

Fang Yu squinted at Chu Fan.

Although his expression seemed sincere and the regret in his eyes was well-disguised.

With this level of acting, Chu Fan might fool a thousand people, but he couldn’t fool Fang Yu, who had lived for nearly five thousand years.

“I accept your apology.”

But Fang Yu didn’t want to expose Chu Fan; he wanted to see what Chu Fan was planning.

“Professor Fang, thank you. You’re really a good person,” Chu Fan said gratefully.

As he spoke, a flash of viciousness passed through Chu Fan’s eyes.

At the same time, Fang Yu also knew why Chu Fan deliberately approached him.

In Chu Fan’s pocket was a small paper figurine with corresponding symbols already inscribed on it.

The reason he specifically came forward was to let the paper figurine absorb the aura from Fang Yu’s body.

Only then would the paper figurine become effective.

This was a technique from physiognomy with strong witchcraft characteristics, called Soul Transfer.

It uses a person’s bodily aura to simulate a complete soul and imbue it into the paper figurine.

Afterward, through the paper figurine, irreversible damage can be inflicted on the original soul.

Because this technique was so vicious, it had been listed as a forbidden art by the Righteous Alliance many years ago.

Even within the Physiognomy Sect, practicing Soul Transfer was not allowed.

However, for those who understood the principles of physiognomy, this technique wasn’t difficult to learn.

It wasn’t surprising that Chu Fan knew Soul Transfer.

Fang Yu was just surprised that he had only met Chu Fan once last week and hadn’t had any major conflict with him.

Why would Chu Fan go so far as to use Soul Transfer against him?

“I’ll be going now, Professor Fang,” Chu Fan, knowing the paper figurine had absorbed enough aura, turned to leave.

Fang Yu, however, put his hand on Chu Fan’s shoulder and smiled: “Class is about to start. Where are you going?”

“Uh, Professor Fang, I actually didn’t select your course. Last week I was just sitting in with a friend…” Chu Fan said.

“Oh, I see,” Fang Yu nodded and said, “I suggest you still come to my class. It’s very beneficial; you’ll regret not coming.”

“Hehe, maybe next time. I have something to do today,” Chu Fan laughed dryly.

“Alright, you can go then,” Fang Yu released his hand, letting Chu Fan leave.

Chu Fan turned around, the smile on his face instantly disappearing, replaced by extreme viciousness.

Class?

After this week, you’ll never have the chance to teach again!

Chu Fan slowly walked off campus.

He had lost both parents at a young age, and it was his grandfather who raised him and taught him all the physiognomy skills he had learned throughout his life.

His grandfather was the only person he respected in this world.

Before Chu Fan left his hometown, his grandfather had instructed him that when out in the world, he must be ruthless!

If he tried to be a good person, he would end up like his parents, dying an unnatural death!

Chu Fan remembered these words.

So, after being humiliated by Fang Yu last week, this week he decided to use the most vicious method to completely eliminate Fang Yu!

Physiognomy leaves no evidence. When Fang Yu dies, no one will know who did it.

Chu Fan had no concerns.

A person who made him lose face in public had no right to live.

Chu Fan returned to his single room rented off-campus and lit nine candles on his desk.

He placed a small paper figurine on the desk, standing it in the middle of the nine candles.

There were seven black dots on the figurine’s body.

These seven were the fatal points of the soul.

Once soul needles were inserted, Fang Yu’s original soul would suffer great damage!

If all the fatal points were pierced with soul needles, Fang Yu would die on the spot!

Chu Fan held seven black soul needles in his right hand and heated them briefly over the candle flames.

Then, he took out his phone and checked the time.

It was now 3:20 PM.

At this time, Fang Yu should still be teaching on the podium.

Now was the perfect opportunity.

He wanted Fang Yu to drop dead in front of more than a hundred students!

“Don’t blame me. You brought this on yourself by provoking me,” Chu Fan’s lips curled into a cold smile, the malice in his eyes completely incongruous with his age.

Then, he took a soul needle and inserted it into one of the black dots on the paper figurine.

“Zish!”

The paper was pierced, making a slight crisp sound.

The soul needle passed through one of the fatal points.

Chu Fan’s hand didn’t stop; the next soul needle was inserted into another fatal point.

During this process, the smile on Chu Fan’s face grew increasingly bright and wide, like a demon.

…

“Regarding the understanding of this poem, I personally…”

In the classroom, Fang Yu was teaching.

Except for a few students who were looking down at their phones, most students were listening attentively, all staring at Fang Yu.

“The author’s emotions are not prominent…”

As he said this, Fang Yu suddenly stopped.

The students who were engrossed in the lecture all looked at Fang Yu with puzzled expressions.

“Has it begun? If so, don’t blame me.”

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Fang Yu’s mouth.

He could already feel a slight itching sensation coming from his soul.

Clearly, Chu Fan had made his move.