TSFLIP Chapter 420

Daoist Yi Mu, in a state of shock, uttered in disbelief, “You… you’re still alive?”

“Master,” Fang Yue said with a light laugh, “I’ve returned from hell to… deliver you to it.”

Yi Mu retorted, “Boasting!”

Fang Yue smiled elegantly. “If I were to say that I intend to bring all of Xuanmen to hell, would you call me insane, Master?”

“Xuanmen has so many people. Even if you survived from the Ghost Gate, you’re still just one person.” Yi Mu remained calm and composed, showing no fear.

“Master, are you confident?”

Yi Mu said with righteous severity, “Throughout history, evil has never triumphed over righteousness. You are half demon, half human, an evil body. How could you possibly defeat a righteous teacher?”

“Then, in that case, I’ll be the one to kill you last, Master.”

“Stop—”

“Ah!” A disciple’s shrill scream interrupted Yi Mu before he could finish the word “stop.”

Yi Mu felt something warm splatter on him. Looking at the source of the scream, he saw that one of the disciples he had always valued was now dead; his body had exploded into pieces. The bloody remains scattered over those nearby, and because the disciples of Xuanmen typically wore white, the blood in the dimming light looked even more striking.

For a long while, Yi Mu couldn’t speak. Even before he became sect leader, he had fought demons and monsters, his hands stained with blood. But over the centuries, he had never witnessed such brutal killings!

Fang Yue retracted his hand and appeared troubled. “Now… who should I kill next?”

Not just Yi Mu, but even the other disciples were stunned into inaction. This man… he used to be the selfless, world-minded Eldest Senior Brother Chu Yu. But now… now, he was ruthless and regarded human life as nothing. Who was this person?

He was a completely unfamiliar man.

Yi Mu couldn’t believe it. “Impossible… How could you… How could you have the ability to kill from a distance? Even if you’re a demon, you shouldn’t possess such power!”

“Demon?” Fang Yue scoffed. He kindly explained, “When the heart dies, the soul dies. Even though my body still lives, I am… a dead man. The Ghost Realm is desolate, filled only with mournful wails. There, I abandoned my human identity, then my demonic identity. So, Master Yi Mu, the all-knowing, what do you say I am now?”

“You’re… a ghost cultivator.”

Fang Yue nodded approvingly. “That’s right, a ghost cultivator.”

In this world, there were cultivators of immortality, cultivators of demons, and naturally, cultivators of ghosts. However, ghost cultivators were figures that existed only in legends. Over thousands of years, no one had encountered a ghost cultivator or become one themselves. Eventually, they became a distant myth.

In the Ghost Realm, there was a withered maple tree. After Fang Yue had entered the realm, the ghostly energy there couldn’t consume his life force, and the monsters there couldn’t harm him because he possessed… a longevity spell gained at the cost of his glorious past.

He had tried searching for the soul of Guangguang in the Ghost Realm, but he couldn’t find it. He thought perhaps Guangguang had appeared in the Ghost Realm seven hundred years later, or perhaps… the moment Guangguang entered, the realm’s ghostly energy absorbed him.

Fang Yue became accustomed to despair. Gradually, he began to enjoy sitting under the maple tree, sinking into dreams where he hoped to see Guangguang again. Yet, Guangguang never appeared in his dreams. He guessed maybe the surrounding ghosts were too noisy, preventing Guangguang from coming to him.

So he began killing ghosts relentlessly. They turned to ash, vanishing into nothingness. His killing energy grew stronger, to the point that all the ghosts in the realm would immediately flee upon sensing his presence.