Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 321 Is this the reason?!

He clenched his fist tightly, and the black iron glove creaked under the strain.

The Daoist disciples in the distance looked up as if they sensed something, but all they saw was the dust kicked up when the captain turned around.

"withdraw."

The captain uttered a single word through gritted teeth, his iron boots treading over the shattered tiles, his steps heavy as if he were heading towards the execution ground.
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When Xu Yunfan carried the dying young man in brocade robes from the Dao Sect disciples into the Dao Sect's territory, a winding trail of blood was left on the bluestone floor.

The two disciples on duty were about to bow when they saw that the crimson light in his eyes had not faded, and the slightly subdued blood and qi formed a distorted heat wave around his body. They immediately fell silent and quickly retreated.

"Fetch three buckets of well water."

He kicked open the wooden door to the side hall, and the dragon scale armor on his wrist sparked as it hit the door frame due to the rough movement.

"Make it iced, and remember to add some coarse salt."

When the icy well water was splashed on the boy's face, this spoiled brat who called himself the third young master of the Shepherd's Mansion let out a pig-like scream.

"You dare touch me?! Do you know who I am?! Do you know who I am?!"

Xu Yunfan grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and pressed him against the elm wood table. The violent impact caused the boy to let out another shrill scream.

"Can you talk properly now?"

A wisp of pure Yang energy ignited at Xu Yunfan's fingertip, forming a crimson flame that slowly drew a circle three inches in front of the boy.

The firelight illuminated the emerald chain on the other's wrist, and the eerie green organ was contracting as its owner trembled, like a startled venomous snake.

The boy's screams stopped abruptly, and he stared intently at Xu Yunfan standing in front of him.

The third young master of the Shepherd King's Mansion, Zhao Yu, suddenly spat out blood and foam: "You lowly slave! My father has three thousand men in Yujing City..."

Click.

The table suddenly dropped half an inch.

Xu Yunfan's Mountain-Shaking and Sea-Suppressing Hammer had been pressing down on the boy's left ankle without anyone noticing. The heavy hammer hadn't even actually landed; its sheer killing intent was enough to crush the sandalwood floorboards.

The firelight made the eerie green glow of the Biqing Chains appear even more sinister. The organ, which looked like a living thing, convulsed and contracted on Zhao Yu's wrist, oozing a foul-smelling, sticky fluid. Xu Yunfan's pupils reflected the green light, and the dragon scales on his right arm opened and closed with his breath, making a scraping, metallic sound.

"Three thousand what?"

He suddenly bent down, his true energy slightly pulsating, and the malevolent energy of the Shaking Mountain and Suppressing Sea Hammer condensed into a materialized black mist, climbing up the boy's ankles.

The sandalwood floorboards creaked and cracked, and the shards of wood that pierced Zhao Yu's calf were instantly swallowed by the Azure Phosphorus Chains.

Seeing this, Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but increase the force. The emerald chains, formed from flesh and blood, kept writhing and made a tearing sound.

"what!!!"

As soon as Zhao Yu's scream escaped his throat, Xu Yunfan's left palm gripped his crown. The power of the Ten Extremes Martial Arts mixed with pure Yang Qi poured in, and the intense pain of alternating hot and cold made the boy's eyes bulge, and the veins on his temples burst open like spider webs of blood.

The hammer handle suddenly rotated ninety degrees.

The earth vein power brought back from the bottom of the abyss burst forth from the hammerhead, and Zhao Yu's left leg bones made a popping sound like popping beans. The Azure Phosphorus Chains twisted wildly but could not repair the comminuted fracture.

Xu Yunfan suddenly clenched his five fingers, and a metallic clang erupted from between his knuckles. The Azure Phosphorus Chains emitted a deathly shriek in his palm.

The demonic organ writhed wildly, trying to retaliate against the hammer, but it was instantly vaporized into foul-smelling black smoke by the pure yang energy the moment it touched his skin.

"Crack!"

The sticky sound of flesh tearing was particularly clear in the quiet room. The last vertebrae of the spine, which was connected at the base of the chain, were forcibly torn off, and black blood splattered like poison onto the sandalwood floor, corroding out honeycomb-like holes.

Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes, looking at the still twitching demon organ in his hand. The emerald chain was writhing and struggling like a living thing, with countless buds of flesh sprouting from the broken part in an attempt to regenerate, but they were sizzling from the residual evil energy of the hammerhead.

"Interesting. It seems this demon has recovered its strength quite well." He sneered, retracted the Shaking Mountain and Sea-Suppressing Hammer, took out the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace and gently brought it down. The red patterns on the mace suddenly lit up, and the chains instantly stiffened like a venomous snake clamped by a branding iron.

The moment he slammed it onto the table, the green flames suddenly surged, and hundreds of distorted human faces appeared on the sandalwood table in the flames, emitting faint screams.

Xu Yunfan frowned deeply; it was the first time he had ever seen such an extremely yin and evil ghost.

If the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had not been stirred up by the earth's veins, these things would never have been able to appear in the world.

Xu Yunfan ran his fingertips across the protruding bone spurs on the surface of the chain, feeling a cool, slippery sensation like snake scales.

This is no ordinary evil creature; it is extremely peculiar. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth flows between its layers, but it has been tainted by some strange and mysterious technique, turning it into a dark green color.

The most terrifying thing was the tiny eyeballs embedded between the chain links, which opened and closed and rotated with the flow of spiritual energy, as if recording everything they saw.

Zhao Yu's breakdown came faster than expected.

While studying the flesh and blood chains, Xu Yunfan gripped his wrist bone with his five fingers like iron clamps.

Before the boy could react, he heard his bones popping like popping beans.

Xu Yunfan exerted a slight force, grinding the joints of his entire right arm into powder inch by inch.

"what!!"

The scream had barely escaped his throat when Xu Yunfan slapped it back into his chest.

Zhao Yu convulsed and fell backward, his groin already soaked with incontinent urine, the foul-smelling liquid dripping down the gold thread of his brocade robe.

"I said, I said!!!"

The young man in the brocade robe looked distorted and completely broke down.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan finally loosened his grip slightly.

At this moment, Zhao Yu's face was covered in snot and tears as he looked up.

"I'll answer whatever you ask."

Xu Yunfan snapped out of his daze and fell silent. He said apologetically, "I've really made you suffer. When I came in, I was only thinking about torturing you and forgot to ask anything."

Zhao Yu almost choked on his breath and nearly passed out. He understood perfectly well that Xu Yunfan was deliberately trying to torture him.

"The first question is, why did you scheme against me?"

Zhao Yu's throat bobbed, and the blood foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth mixed with the bitter taste of bile.

His broken right wrist resembled a decapitated venomous snake, twitching every now and then.

"Plotting against you?"

He laughed hoarsely, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out of a broken bellows, "Xu Yunfan... what right do you, a lowly bastard born a servant, have?"

Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes, and the red patterns on the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace glowed slightly.

Zhao Yu suddenly coughed violently, as if his lungs were filled with shards of glass.

He struggled to raise his head, his eyes bloodshot: "The Jiang family has raised you for over a decade, and you're nothing more than a laborer in a mine! But what about me? I'm the third young master of the Prince's Mansion!"

He slammed his fist on the ground, his knuckles cracking against the bronze tiles. "Father doesn't even look at me properly... but you! You've become a true disciple of the Dao Sect, even the Imperial City Guard has to bow to you! Even Father says he has to give you some respect, I refuse to accept this!!"

Xu Yunfan was not angry at all upon hearing these words; he was only slightly surprised.

Is the reason really that simple?
(End of this chapter)