Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 215 Aftermath: A Night Visitor in the Room

The celestial child, standing on a golden lotus, gazed in mid-air with a frown at the direction Fang Shu had left.

He wanted to go forward again and have a proper fight with Fang Shu to see just how capable this kid was, that he could withstand his golden lightning strike without getting hurt.

However, looking at the boundary line of the floating market, the Child Immortal still held back.

Once the line is crossed, things will be difficult to handle, especially if his entire plan is ruined. Even if the thief is killed ten times over, the other party still won't be able to afford the compensation.

“Array formation, Gu worms.” The child immortal chewed, looking at the location from which the death aura of the Four Limbs Temple disciples came, and immediately understood what had happened today.

The man muttered coldly to himself, "Trying to deal with some wild demons has resulted in such trouble. You guys are really something."

He was not affected in the slightest by the deaths of Dai Kuan and others.

After all, he could easily find plenty of suitable candidates among the outer disciples to do menial tasks like this, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

Suddenly, a soft laugh rang in the ears of the fairy boy.

A wisp of cloud drifted by and landed perfectly beside him.

Laughter rang out from the clouds: "Fellow Daoist Golden Boy, today we've really gone to great lengths."

Upon hearing this, the immortal boy merely twitched his eyelids, maintaining a calm expression without even glancing at the person.

"Fellow Daoist Yan Gou, you seem to have quite the leisure today, even coming to join in the fun," he said casually.

Immediately, the Immortal Child noticed something and shifted his gaze to the newcomer. He discovered that a woman was standing beside the newcomer, and a mocking smile appeared on his face as he said:

"Where did Fellow Daoist Yan swindle this furnace cauldron from again? It looks quite good, and its temperament is not bad either, but the body seems to still be intact."

"Hey Yan, your skills have fallen behind; you still haven't mastered it."

These words reached the ears of the two people on the clouds, causing their expressions to change slightly.

If Fang Shu were present, he would find the woman mentioned by the Child Immortal to be very familiar.

Because this woman was his former neighbor, the girl he had seen from afar at the auction—Jiao Lulu.

Jiao Lulu's expression darkened slightly, but she did not get angry or say anything. She just looked coldly at the Child Immortal.

The man beside her immediately rebuked, "Dai Jintong, stop talking nonsense! This is my Rongyan Palace's inner disciple, Junior Sister Jiao."

If you continue to use your sharp tongue, I, Yan, am not incapable of fighting you.

Upon hearing this, Dai Jintong showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, the mocking smile on his lips deepened.

"Oh, so what good are you besides being good in bed?"

The man named Yan Gou was indeed enraged, and sword energy immediately appeared around him, causing his robes to flutter.

Dai Jintong then laughed heartily several times and stopped teasing the man.

"Junior Sister Jiao, right? This place is not inside the Immortal Sect, but outside the mountain. Don't assume that everyone you meet is a good senior brother. Remember to be careful, lest you be betrayed and still think the other person is a good person."

After leaving a message for Jiao Lulu, he drifted away and disappeared into the seven-story glazed tower.

In mid-air, only Yan Gou Xianjia and Jiao Lulu remained standing for a moment.

Seeing that the other party had left, the former snorted coldly and slowly withdrew his sword energy.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Junior Sister Jiao, do you know what kind of work this guy surnamed Dai does in Fudang Mountain?"

Seeing Jiao Lulu looking at him, Yan Gou Xianjia muttered to himself before Jiao Lulu could ask a question:
"This fellow impersonates the names of various sects and even pretends to be an earth immortal. He specializes in deceiving the immortals and demons who come to Fudang Mountain, either forcing them into slavery or forcing good people into prostitution, or even imprisoning them in his house and treating them like pigs and dogs."

This is how he gathers resources to aid his cultivation. This person is most skilled in deception and fraud!

Upon hearing this, Jiao Lulu immediately nodded and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, please rest assured. How could Lulu take the words of such heretical people from other sects to heart?"

Seeing that Jiao Lulu understood his meaning, Yan Gou Xianjia nodded in satisfaction, his expression softening.

Then, he said gently, "You only came with me to the auction at Fudang Mountain before to broaden your horizons. It's rare for you to come out today. Come on, let your senior brother take you to meet with the elite disciples of other immortal sects, so you can expand your network."

"It's entirely up to you, Senior Brother." Jiao Lulu offered no objection and bowed slightly.

This made Yan Gou Xianjia's expression even more relaxed, and he immediately controlled the flowing clouds beneath their feet, flying towards another location in this area.

There, with its flying eaves and bracket sets, there are also several-story pavilions, and more than one of them.

Yan Gou, the person in question, continued to be introduced:
"Today's banquet is hosted by Luan Tong'er, a disciple of the Immortal of the First Sun in the Temple of the Five Internal Organs."

Recently, a dispute arose between the Five Internal Organs Temple and the Dry Bones Temple, so the person in question left the mountain to seek tranquility in this place. He is a fellow practitioner from another sect with whom I can make good friends.

Upon hearing the words "the temple of the five internal organs," Jiao Lulu's thoughts drifted to the boy next door in Guling Town.

If she remembered correctly, the "other people's child" that the neighbors were talking about should have been devoured by her. She just didn't know what the other person's current situation was, whether they were safe or in danger.

With a whoosh, the two disappeared, leaving no trace in mid-air.

However, the area within a mile radius was quite lively.

With the main characters gone, many immortals and demons emerged, some standing on rooftops, others peering out of windows to watch the spectacle.

In particular, the ground where Fang Shu withstood the lightning spell was scorched black and contained fragments of Gu worms. Immediately, some immortals sneaked over, looking for any bargains to be gained.

But soon, disciples from the Four Limbs Temple arrived from the mansion and scattered the crowd.

As the crowd dispersed, the story of the battle spread among the people, especially after news of the deaths of Dai Kuan and other disciples of the Four Limbs Temple spread.

The crowd erupted in even louder discussion: "Pah! Serves him right!"

"If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Today you've finally run into a brick wall."

Some people sighed, "Those who died were just a bunch of low-level cultivators and that fat Dai Kuan. The real culprits are still living peacefully."

Regardless, Fang Shu's ability to withstand Dai Jintong's thunderous attack and retreat calmly left a certain impression on the disciples of the five sects.

Many people speculate that Fang Shu must have quite a background.

………………

And the other side.

After calmly stepping into the Fudang Mountain Market, Fang Shu walked several hundred steps with some tension. When he realized that there was no more lightning flying behind him and no one was following him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"As expected, these guys only dare to cause trouble outside the market; they ultimately don't dare to commit any crimes inside the market," Fang Shu thought to himself.

Immediately, he shrunk the Hundred Gu Banner of the Dragon Spine in his hand and pinned it to the fox's ear.

He then examined his fox fur and found that only the robe he was wearing was slightly torn; the fur itself was perfectly fine, without even a scorch mark. Satisfied, he blew on his fox fur, creating several swirls.

This fox fur coat, like his long-tongued sword, is an old companion of his, and he would feel very sorry if it were damaged.

Walking through the bustling market, Fang Shu walked several streets before confirming that there were still no traces of anyone following him.

After a moment's thought, he changed his appearance several times and then slipped back to the inn he had rented.

After a good rest.

Fang Shu didn't delay any longer. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and with a flick of his hand, a soul-capturing talisman appeared.

With a hiss, the talisman was torn open, and a soul appeared before him. It was one of the servants of the Four Limbs Temple.

Without saying a word, Fang Shu released his divine threads, which wriggled in mid-air like snakes and worms, and pierced into the other party's soul.

Ahhh, the originally dazed and confused immortal soul immediately burst into a ghostly scream, its face showing pain.

Fang Shu merely watched coldly, continuing to cast spells and experiment with the soul-searching magic he had mastered.

Although he has mastered the "Soul Searching and Truth Excretion Technique," there is still a significant gap between theory and practice. He needs to use it many more times before he can be considered to have truly mastered it.

Such high-quality materials, which have a causal relationship with him and are not friendly but hostile, should not be missed.

Within a short hour, seven screams rang out in Fang Shu's room.

Every sound was filled with the wailing of ghosts and howls of wolves, and constant whispers emanating from them:

"Immortals, have mercy! Have mercy! I was forced into this situation."

"Although I was an accomplice, I'm already dead. Immortal, please spare me! I'll tell you everything I know!"

Sure enough, after several tests, Fang Shu actually managed to find a loophole.

That was because, in order to preserve the integrity of the thief's soul, he first extracted the soul from the person's body.

However, this contradicts the idea in the spell that one should use their divine sense to penetrate the recipient's skull.

While this might extract some information from the other person's soul, it's extremely difficult to extract detailed memories. Even if you forcefully extract information and cause the other person's soul to collapse, you can only obtain some vague scenes.

Fang Shu immediately began to stuff the souls of these people back into their bodies.

But while it's easy to extract the soul, it's extremely difficult to insert it, because these guys' bodies have long since lost all life force and have already turned cold.

This made Fang Shu sigh, and he concluded: "It seems that the matter of soul searching should be done while it's still fresh."

Fortunately, after some thought, he realized that if he encountered a situation where he was in a hurry to escape again, it wasn't necessarily the only option to take his soul.

He could easily remove the thief's head and use it as a confinement device to seal his soul inside.

In this way, the other party's head can be preserved intact, and the soul and flesh are not separated. Moreover, with the head as a confinement, even if the other party's soul wants to cause trouble, it will be difficult for it to have the opportunity.

There are quite a few spells or techniques that can achieve this effect.

After a moment's thought, Fang Shu found the head-shrinking spell he had seen in the Er family's library.

This technique can shrink a human head, which is a foot in size, to about an inch in size, making it look like a small doll. If the skill is refined, it can even turn a human head into the size of a rosary, and then string the beads together with a rope and hang it around the neck.

Previously, Fang Shu disliked such spells as being too sinister and useless, so he simply recorded them in his Daoist talisman without ever studying them.

He suddenly thought to himself, "It seems that all the underhanded tricks in the world have their uses and should not be underestimated."

After pondering for a while, he suppressed these distracting thoughts and continued to focus on the matter of soul searching.

Soon, his soul-searching skills went from crude to proficient, and he gradually put all the tricks he had learned into practice.

After all the servants' souls had been searched, Fang Shu took out Dai Kuan's soul and began interrogating him and searching his soul.

Before long, his eyes lit up with satisfaction. He took out the other party's storage bag and magic handkerchief, and without much time, he successfully broke them open.

After a few taps, Fang Shu's face lit up with even more joy.

Aside from the six-tribulation magic weapon, the storage bag contained a considerable amount of resources, including a thousand taels of low-grade spirit stones, thirty-one bottles of Qi-Nourishing Pills (all sold by the old shops on Fudang Mountain), and other miscellaneous items.

In total, the supplies in this storage bag were worth about 1,500 low-grade spirit stones, which was more than twice Fang Shu's wealth when he went down the mountain.

In addition, Dai Kuan's physical body and the evil energy within it are also of considerable value.

This discovery truly delighted Fang Shu, making him feel that his trip had been well worth it.

To be honest, the reason he agreed to go on this trip with Tian Jinmao was partly out of consideration for Lao Shanjun, giving the guy a chance, but it's also hard to say that he didn't have ulterior motives.

But how could that so-called Foundation Establishment Mutual Aid Association compare to the quasi-Foundation Establishment magic weapon in his hands?

In an instant, Fang Shu's thoughts drifted back to the boy immortal who had struck him with lightning magic.

"Dai Jintong, is it? I'll remember you." He pondered the other's name in his heart.

According to Dai Kuan, the chief steward of the Four Limbs Temple stationed at Fudang Mountain is the real leader behind the Foundation Building Mutual Aid Association.

Dai Kuan was merely one of the other party's lackeys. He only gained some favor because he shared the same surname and had a distant, almost familial relationship with the other party. The mutual aid society's savings over the years were all in Dai Jintong's possession.

However, this person was extremely powerful. Although Fang Shu had a banner with him, he might not be a match for him. He could only keep this cause and effect in mind for the time being.

immediately.

Fang Shu composed himself, his expression serious, and finally extracted his friend's soul.

Squeak!

Tian Jinmao's spirit appeared, revealing a rat's face, terrified, and immediately let out a pleading rat-like squeak.

But Fang Shu didn't waste any words. He treated everyone equally and directly inserted the divine thread into Tian Jinmao's soul to conduct a soul search and interrogation.

As expected, with the aid of divine silk and Dao talismans, he was still able to succeed even when searching the souls of a Six Tribulation Immortal.

However, the soul of a sixth-level immortal is not comparable to that of a fifth-level immortal or a servant. The mental effort required to achieve this is considerable, causing Fang Shu to furrow his brow from time to time.

Gradually, the room became quiet.

But suddenly, Fang Shu opened his eyes and stopped the spell.

He looked coldly ahead, and a ghostly figure appeared in the room where he was.

The other person was barefoot, with a slender figure, ethereal clothing, and a light veil covering her face, and she looked somewhat familiar to him.

(End of this chapter)