Chapter 522

Chapter 522: The Mournful Cry of Han Chan

At the northwest corner of Shenzhu Town stood a mountain-backed residence. Its exterior appeared simple yet elegant, with winding paths leading to secluded inner quarters.

A group of beautiful women inhabited this place. The mistress was Suhua, a Nascent Soul-level female cultivator who led female disciples under the guise of secluded training. In truth, everyone knew they served as concubines for the city lord – Immortal Han Chan of Ten-Thousand Gu Sect.

One day, a handsome young cultivator appeared at the estate. Without knocking, he flew straight inside like familiar visitor.

The man appeared around twenty, wearing white Confucian robes embroidered with icy peaks on the chest and crystal-clear autumn cicadas on each sleeve. Though youthful, his eyes blazed with Divine Light framed by fiery patterns – clear signs of Fire Tribulation Immortal cultivation. This was none other than the local city lord himself.

Maids in the courtyard immediately bowed. "Greetings, Immortal!"

News reached Suhua instantly. Soon, a voluptuous woman in crimson cheongsam appeared, throwing herself into Han Chan’s arms without preamble. "Immortal, you cruel man! Months without visiting! Had my brother not obtained the Millennia Ice Soul, you’d have forgotten us completely!"

"Ha! Merely busy lately," Han Chan chuckled while caressing her waist. "This ice soul better be genuine. No tricks this time?"

Suhua hastily swore, "By heaven’s truth! My brother exhausted countless favors to procure this. His filial devotion shines through!"

"Excellent!" Han Chan boomed. "If true, he’ll receive spirit pills, Dao magic, treasures, beauties – even official posts! Name his desire!"

"Then I’ll thank you first!" Suhua beamed, sending Sword Ray message. She clung to him as they entered inner chambers, maids tactfully ignoring the familiar scene.

Their intimacy halted abruptly when sensing approaching footsteps. A plain-faced youth soon entered bearing an object. "Immortal, behold the Millennia Ice Soul!"

Han Chan ignored the speaker, transfixed by the head-sized crystal emitting bone-chilling cold despite golden restrictions.

"Magnificent!" The immortal’s eyes glowed. "Top-grade specimen with thirty millennia’s fire timing! This shall elevate my divine skill, hastening late-stage breakthrough!"

With eager gesture, Han Chan summoned the artifact. But as he caught it, the ice soul exploded.

Ultimate cold energy surged through his palm. Though master of frost arts, the ambush left him flash-frozen. The unassuming youth suddenly revealed shocking speed, dragging immobilized immortal into small secret realm before vanishing.

Thawing instantly, Han Chan roared, "Who dares ambush me?"

Layered starlight answered him, weaving luminous cocoon amidst distant formation flags.

"Energy Cycle Star Array?" The millennium-old cultivator gasped. "Why would West Kunlun attack me?"

"Wrong assumption." The youth reappeared transformed – heterochromatic eyes gleaming gold and silver, massive golden wings spread behind. "This array isn’t their exclusive property."

"Golden-winged freak!" Recognition struck. "Mo Sect’s Fang Lie!"

"Precisely." Fang Lie smirked. "Saves introductions."

"We’ve no quarrel!" Han Chan protested. "Why scheme against me?"

"My vengeance lies with Ten-Thousand Gu Sect." Fang Lie’s voice turned glacial. "Evil deserves no mercy. Prepare to die."

"Wait!" Han Chan shouted. "Fang Family heroes fight honorably! Using traps and bribed women stains your honor! Face me properly!"

Fang Lie laughed derisively. "Fool! After sacrificing supreme ice soul for this setup, you think I’ll release you? How brainless must one be?"

"Using women proves your cowardice!" Han Chan spat.

"Wrong again." Fang Lie grinned. "Your concubine died moons ago. That was my servant impersonating her."

Shock flashed across Han Chan’s face before hardening. "Clever. But you overestimate this formation. Energy Cycle Star Array can’t contain me!"

"Let’s test that." Fang Lie raised hand. "First Formation: Starfire Crucible!"

108 formation flags quivered, unleashing endless Immortal flames. The secret realm’s expanse became white inferno, concentrated fury engulfing Han Chan.

Yet the Fire Tribulation Immortal laughed amidst flames. "Child’s play!"

With sleeve-flick, his embroidered cicada animated – swelling into hundred-zhang gu insect that screeched mournfully. Absolute cold repelled the starfire, creating thousand-zhang safety zone.

From his frosty bastion, Han Chan sneered. "Still think you can win, brat?"