TSFLIP Chapter 421

After abandoning his identity as both a human and a demon, he surprisingly became a ghost cultivator.

Daoist Yimu never expected that Fang Yue would have such an opportunity. According to his plan, Fang Yue should have died in the Ghost Realm; otherwise, what would have been the point of sacrificing all his cultivation?

In the end, did he only end up facilitating Fang Yue’s opportunity as a ghost cultivator?

Yimu’s face darkened as he coldly said, “Everyone, attack together. Whoever kills him today will become the next Sect Leader!”

The disciples looked at each other in silence, none daring to step forward.

Yimu added, “There are so many of you, and he’s only one man. No matter how strong he is, what can he do?”

The disciples hesitated, but in the end, they rushed forward. Except for Mu Ning, who stood motionless, staring in disbelief at the scene before her. Fang Yue’s appearance was beyond what she could grasp, and the pool of blood where her senior brother had died made it even harder to believe.

He… he was no longer the person she remembered.

But what followed was an even bloodier scene, which made her collapse to the ground.

The disciples, armed with swords, charged at Fang Yue. But he stood calmly with his hands behind his back, facing the wind. His expression was serene and beautiful, as though he were simply a gentleman enjoying a stroll, admiring the flowers or the moon. Yet, in the split second before anyone could get close, an invisible sword net seemed to surround him, and all of them were… cut into pieces.

Blood rained down in droplets, and severed limbs and arms fell to the ground. But Fang Yue, untouched by the blood, stood there composed, his expression unchanged. It was a scene of such horrific beauty that there was not a single cry of pain.

Everyone, before they could react, had already turned into shattered fragments.

The smell of blood…

The strong, pungent smell of blood.

Mu Ning collapsed onto the ground, clutching her head, unable to stop herself from letting out a high-pitched scream.

The once graceful and handsome disciples of the Xuan Sect had, in an instant, turned into nothing more than bloody meat and entrails spread across the ground. Yimu was speechless.

Fang Yue smiled. “Since I didn’t know which one to kill first, I decided to kill them all.”

Yimu was pained by the loss of so many disciples, but more than that… was the fear that was now spreading through him. He shakily pointed at Fang Yue and stammered, “Are… are you even human anymore?”

What followed was a heart-wrenching scream.

His outstretched hand was severed as well, and now, he had lost both hands. Yimu collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

Fang Yue, who hadn’t broken a limb, casually remarked, “Master, you must be in a lot of pain right now.”

“You…” Yimu had completely lost the composure of a seasoned martial artist. He gritted his teeth and said, “Back then, I should have never let you live. When you were seven, I should have killed you for your father…”

“Killed me for my father?” Fang Yue smiled slightly. “My father did indeed want to kill me, but unfortunately, before he could make a move, I was the one who acted first.”

“What… what are you saying?”

“Oh, right. I forgot to mention it to you, Master. My father—the man—he didn’t die of illness. No, he died because… I secretly traded my jade pendant for money, went to the pharmacy, bought arsenic, and little by little, put it into his favorite wine. Watching him die slowly was quite fulfilling.”

How old was he at the time? Only seven years old!

Yimu was stunned. “You… you killed your father!”

“The word ‘father’ is just a nice way of saying it. In this world, the strong survive. So what if he was my father? If I wanted to survive, I had no choice but to… kill him.”