Chapter 128: Fang Qiancheng’s Curses; Chen Changsheng Rest Assured, I Cannot Kill Them All
Chapter 128 Fang Qiancheng’s Curses; Chen Changsheng Rest Assured, I Cannot Kill Them All
Regarding Chen Changsheng’s devastating injuries, the reactions of the onlookers varied.
Some eyes brimmed with mockery, while others carried heavy sighs of pity.
Ignoring these gazes entirely, Chen Changsheng merely “struggled” forward, dragging his battered body toward the exit.
Seeing this, Nalan Jing stepped forward, extending a hand to assess his wounds.
Yet before her fingers could graze his robes, Chen Changsheng slapped her hand away with a feigned surge of “anger.”
“Do not pity me! I am nothing but trash!”
A flash of confusion crossed Nalan Jing’s eyes at this sudden, dramatic self-pity.
Fang Qiancheng’s terrifying prowess was clear to all, and she had privately considered the possibility of Chen Changsheng suffering defeat.
But judging by her shrewd observations, he was absolutely not the kind of man to crumble into despair over a single setback!
Perplexed, Nalan Jing turned to Zi Ning beside her.
“Ning’er, what happened?”
Zi Ning rolled her eyes and replied with thick sarcasm, “You will have to ask the great Young Master Chen. Who…”
“Enough!”
Before she could finish, Chen Changsheng cut her off, his eyes bloodshot and wide.
“I was crushed by Fang Qiancheng, and I accept it completely! But even if I am beaten into the dirt, I refuse to accept another’s charity.”
“A loss is a loss. There are no excuses.”
“I failed to even reach the depths of the vein. What face do I have left to live in this world?!”
With a desolate cry, Chen Changsheng unsheathed a dagger, moving to slit his own throat right then and there.
Swish!
Wan Yan Yue darted forward, blurring into a shadow to snatch the blade from his trembling grip.
Cupping her hands toward Jiang Bufan, Wan Yan Yue stated, “Sect Master Jiang, our Eastern Wasteland lacks the skill to compete. We have nothing more to say.”
“Farewell!”
With that, Wan Yan Yue and the others forcibly hauled the “devastated” Chen Changsheng away.
Watching this absurd drama play out, Nalan Jing stood frozen, utterly bewildered.
Yet, before she could unravel the mystery, she caught sight of the severely injured Chen Changsheng subtly hooking a single finger toward her from behind his escorts’ backs.
Seeing that gesture, Nalan Jing’s heart violently skipped a beat.
An absurd realization slammed into her mind: this entire tragedy was an act.
With that thought, a sliver of genuine panic seized Nalan Jing.
She had never doubted his predatory cunning. With his intellect, he would ruthlessly exploit every faction backing him.
The Eastern Wasteland, the Seventy-Two Wolf Smokes, and her own Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Combining the weight of these three titans, Chen Changsheng could stride up and slap Jiang Bufan across the face, and he would likely walk away unscathed.
Yet, despite holding such untouchable leverage, he chose to painstakingly orchestrate this pathetic display.
This could only mean one thing: the calamity Chen Changsheng was about to unleash was so catastrophic that even the Purple Mansion Holy Land could not bear the karmic backlash.
As countless possibilities flashed through her mind, Nalan Jing immediately hardened her expression, her tone turning to ice.
“Fellow Daoists, I neglected to mention a vital detail.”
“Chen Changsheng has already been crowned the Holy Son of my Purple Mansion Holy Land. Now that both our Holy Son and Holy Maiden have suffered defeat, my sect no longer has the face to remain here.”
“Farewell!”
With her words acting as a sharp blade severing their ties to the scene, Nalan Jing promptly dragged the oblivious Zi Ning away.
However, the moment Nalan Jing vanished over the horizon, a blood-curdling roar erupted from the depths of the ore vein.
……
Deep within the ore vein.
“Chen Changsheng, I will butcher your ancestors!”
Fang Qiancheng’s furious curses tore through the tunnels as he fled frantically for his life.
After stepping over Chen Changsheng’s “beaten” body, Fang Qiancheng and the other victors had strutted smoothly into the heart of the vein.
There, sweeping the area with his divine intent, Fang Qiancheng discovered a hidden Grotto-Heaven beneath the primary tunnels.
Driven by greed, he naturally chose to fracture the stone floor to uncover its secrets.
He had used minimal primordial Qi, instantly halting his strike the moment the stone gave way.
Yet, he had overlooked a fatal detail: the shattered debris would obey gravity.
And those falling stones plummeted directly onto a flickering bronze oil lamp—one that had been mere moments from sputtering out.
The flame died. In the suffocating darkness, a stale stench of rot violently exploded outward. The corpse within the jade coffin underwent a sacrilegious transformation, while the dragon vein—long festering with deathly aura—fully awakened into a corrupted, unnatural abomination.
Consequently, Fang Qiancheng ran for his miserable life.
It was at this exact moment that the Formations Chen Changsheng had painstakingly buried along the main arteries activated.
These Formations were not intrinsically strong. To a cultivator like Fang Qiancheng, shattering them required merely a surge of spiritual essence.
But no matter how blindingly fast he was, forcing his way through required a fraction of a second’s pause.
And with every infinitesimal delay, the ghastly, unbalanced laws of the awakened horror swallowed another piece of cannon fodder trailing behind him.
Watching the stragglers evaporate into mists of blood behind him, Fang Qiancheng furiously cursed eighteen generations of Chen Changsheng’s ancestors.
……
Far outside the vein.
Having crossed a desolate mountain ridge, Nalan Jing spotted Chen Changsheng and his entourage, who had evacuated earlier.
Currently, Chen Changsheng displayed zero symptoms of crippling trauma. Instead, he stood tall, his gaze fixed sharply upon the distant horizon.
Seeing his composed posture, Zi Ning immediately realized his previous agony had been a flawless farce.
“You aren’t hurt?”
Met with Zi Ning’s shock, Chen Changsheng cast a detached, predatory glance in her direction.
“While sweeping with Divine Sense grants a cultivator great clarity, it is foolish to trust it blindly.”
“A true injury certainly causes one’s aura to wither, but a withered aura does not guarantee an injury.”
“The next time you wish to confirm whether an opponent is truly maimed, you must inspect their physical flesh with your own eyes.”
“Until you can confirm the destruction of their foundation, it is best not to jump to conclusions.”
Hearing this cold lecture, Zi Ning instantly understood why Chen Changsheng had so violently rejected her master’s touch.
He hadn’t acted out of shattered pride; his grievous wounds simply did not exist.
Before Zi Ning could fully process his deception, Chen Changsheng abruptly dropped to a crouch.
His hands blurred into a series of profound seals, burying the resonant Dao patterns directly into the earth. An instant later, an apocalyptic sense of dread suffocated everyone present.
Ooom!
The Heavenly Wither Formation he had buried days ago ignited. Within a hundred miles, every blade of grass, flower, and towering tree instantly rotted into ash.
“What are you doing?!”
Confronted with the terrifying aura of this peerless slaughter Formation, Zi Ning finally lost her composure.
“Why would you ask such a meaningless question? I am slaughtering them, obviously!”
“Cease your pathetic shrieking. It is unbecoming of the Purple Mansion Holy Land’s Holy Maiden.”
“But the disciples of the other Holy Lands are still inside the vein!”
Staring at the violently convulsing mountain ridge in the distance, Zi Ning was practically losing her mind.
To orchestrate a death trap to annihilate the major factions of the Middle Heavens alongside every top genius from the outer realms…
Even the supreme might of the Purple Mansion Holy Land could not withstand the collective wrath this would summon.
“I am well aware!”
“They are precisely the ones I intend to kill! Why else would I perform such a humiliating play for their amusement?”
“It was all to cleanse myself of suspicion.”
“While my Formation is absolute, they are not mere swine waiting for the butcher. In all likelihood, I will not be able to eradicate them all. You can rest assured.”
Zi Ning: “……”
Rest assured?! I would have to be mad to rest assured! If this atrocity ever leaked, the Purple Mansion Holy Land would be utterly wiped from existence.