TSFLIP Chapter 424

“Yes, I’m insane,” Fang Yue said, raising his sword and stabbing again. This time, the blade landed on Yimu’s chest.

Yimu’s eyes widened, and he let out a muffled groan. Fang Yue avoided the vital points with every strike, using his martial arts to ensure Yimu remained alive for as long as possible. The longer he lived, the more pain he could endure.

Fang Yue’s lips curled into a slight smile. “When everyone in this world is dead, I will die too. I’ll go to be with Feng Guang.”

“You… kill me then…”

“Master, are you in so much pain?” Fang Yue asked, a trace of confusion in his tone. Then, he pulled the sword out of Yimu’s body, shifting the blade to a new spot. This time, he stabbed into Yimu’s shoulder. “How about now? Is it a bit better for you, Master?”

Yimu had no strength left to answer him.

Bored, Fang Yue stopped smiling. He twisted the sword still embedded in Yimu’s body. Yimu gritted his teeth so hard that blood appeared at the corners of his mouth.

“Master… you are the most respected master to me. How could I not honor you properly?” Fang Yue sighed, then suddenly smiled. “Don’t worry, Master. I’ve made all the arrangements in the Underworld. Once you go down there, they’ll treat you well. They’ll ensure you’ll enjoy yourself so much that you won’t want to leave.”

Yimu suddenly realized that the Underworld was essentially his domain since Fang Yue was now a ghost cultivator. What would happen if he died? Once he enters the Underworld, he might not even have the chance to reincarnate!

No… he didn’t want to die yet…

Yimu remained silent, his head rolling away from his body. His severed head tumbled into the blood of his disciples, his wide-open eyes forever unable to close. He died without peace.

Fang Yue let go of the Han Yuan Sword, which dropped to the ground, but then stood upright, its pure blue blade completely free of blood. He turned his head briefly, glancing at a nearby pillar. His gaze lingered for only a moment before he turned away.

“Senior Brother!” Xuan Qing, holding the baby, emerged from behind the pillar. He had witnessed everything—seen the blood and carnage—but still chose to step forward. The five-year-old boy, gathering his courage, spoke, “Xiaoxiao… Xiaoxiao has a fever… I don’t know what to do…”

The man’s steps did not halt.

“Senior Brother! Feng Guang Shijie said you would take Xiaoxiao away!”

The wind stopped, and Fang Yue’s steps halted as well.

“Xuan Qing promised Feng Guang Shijie… that he would keep Xiaoxiao hidden… and not let anyone else know… but…” Little Xuan Qing looked down at the baby’s feverish red face, “but… I didn’t take care of Xiaoxiao properly…”

Seeing the white robes suddenly appear before him, Xuan Qing quickly looked up. The man, who had been walking further away, was now standing right in front of him.

Xuan Qing looked at Fang Yue’s emotionless face, then glanced at the baby in his arms. He shakily raised both hands. “Senior Brother…”

Fang Yue didn’t immediately take the child from him. He simply asked, in a cold voice, “Tell me, if Feng Guang hadn’t given birth to Xiaoxiao, would she… have been hurt so easily?”

As he spoke, one of his hands slowly reached for the baby’s smooth face. He gently brushed her skin, his hand moving toward her fragile neck.

Xuan Qing was still young, and many things were unclear to him. But his heart suddenly raced, and cold sweat broke out all over his body. In a trembling voice, he said, “Feng Guang Shijie said… Xiaoxiao is her and Senior Brother’s child, so… so I must protect Xiaoxiao well. Senior Brother… Feng Guang Shijie must… must love your child…”