Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 561: Since You're Ashamed, You Can Die

Fang Chen pondered for a moment. "Is it really a misunderstanding?"

Fang Chen looked at the four Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. "He said that be it the ground or the sky, all of it belongs to the government. Is there any grounds for this?"

The four looked somewhat fearful. Seeing Fang Chen's question, they quickly calmed themselves down.

One of them nodded slowly. "Indeed, there is such a saying in the Central Continent. However, in reality, not everyone agrees with it."

Glancing at Elder Yuan's corpse, Qi Ran fretted, "Daoist Dongfang, I just wanted to discuss matters with you, I never intended to resort to violence. Please understand!

"It's all because of that old man's narrow-mindedness and his inability to tolerate others. When he saw that you had a fortuitous encounter, Daoist Dongfang, he got jealous and wanted to snatch it away from you. He deserved to die!"

Everyone sighed inwardly. To be able to reverse right and wrong with such righteousness, he was truly the son of the Prefect.

"He was indeed in the wrong, so he died. This is his karma." Fang Chen looked at the old man's corpse and nodded lightly. Then he looked at Qi Ran again. "You were wrong too, so you have also received the karma that belongs to you."

Qi Ran seemed to have a premonition. "My... karma?"

His face suddenly turned green as he stared at Fang Chen tightly. "Daoist Dongfang, my father is the Prefect of the Azure Dao Prefecture and is a strong early stage Dao Union Realm expert. If you kill me, you will also incur terrifying karma!"

"Me? I've never been afraid of karma."

Fang Chen smiled lightly and nodded toward the black and white paper figure.

Crack!

The white and black paper figures tore Qi Ran to shreds.

After that, the black paper figure didn't spare even the fleeing Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, swallowing them in one gulp.

With that, the black and white paper figures floated slowly to both sides of Fang Chen, staring at everyone present. Anyone they fixed their gaze upon, be it Nascent Soul, Golden Core, Foundation Building, or Qi Refining cultivators, all felt a chilling sensation, as if their whole body was frozen and unable to move.

The cultivators who had been inside the Immortal Tomb were relatively calm as they had seen the eerie nature of the two paper figures before. But those who hadn't were exponentially more frightened upon witnessing the terrifying power of these two figures, which were not much different from burial objects burned for the dead.

It was precisely because of how ordinary they seemed that created a stark psychological pressure on them.

The old woman suddenly forced a smile and bowed with clasped hands with the other three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators following suit in a hurry. "Congratulations, Daoist! Congratulations!"

Chai Long's expression had long since stiffened. Recovering from his shock, Chao Shun immediately looked toward Chai Long.

"Chai Long, you're finished."

"Chai Shun, can you just consider everything I said earlier as nonsense? We're of the same sect and family after all. Please spare me," said Chai Long with a lowered voice, his tone pleading.

"I will tell him what you said earlier truthfully. It's up to Senior Dongfang whether he wants to settle this karma with you," said Chai Shun, his eyes smiling mockingly. "Now you're talking about us being of the same sect and family. Where was that brotherly love when you treated me like dirt?"

Chai Long's face turned pale, his legs trembling as he noticed Fang Chen walking toward them.

The four elderly women, seeing that Fang Chen ignored them, instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.

They instinctively looked at the scattered corpse of Qi Ran, the one who had shielded them from disaster.... If it weren't for him, given the normal course of events, they would surely have pressured Fang Chen to hand over the inheritance, or even resorted to violence... The consequences would have been unimaginable!

"Daoist Dongfang!" Chai Jia's ancestor took the lead in bowing with clasped hands, his expression respectful. "Thank you for saving my disciple!"

Chi Chong also immediately bowed to Fang Chen.

Behind Fang Chen stood several figures, some of which were disciples of Chi Chong. Chi Chong's eldest disciple, Mo Chou, saw his junior brothers and sisters resurrected from the dead, and had a mixture of shock and suspicion.

Were they truly his junior siblings? Or some strange and evil beings like the black and white paper figures?

"Master, it was Senior Dongfang who saved us. We really aren't ghosts," Chi Chong's disciples hurriedly explained when they saw Mo Chou and others getting suspicious.

"Yes, yes," Chi Chong nodded repeatedly, looking gratefully at Fang Chen. There was shame written all over his face. "Daoist Dongfang, I am ashamed of my previous inappropriate words in the Immortal Tomb. Please forgive me."

Fang Chen replied, "Since you're ashamed, then go die."

A look of astonishment appeared on Chi Chong's face, but before he could react, his head was swiftly taken off by the black paper figure and landed on the ground. His headless body swayed for a moment before crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Mo Chou and the others were instantly stunned, and even those Fang Chen had rescued were shocked.

The surrounding cultivators were filled with overwhelming fear. The figure before them who had emerged from the Immortal Tomb, seemed akin to a death star. Even the son of the Prefect was killed without hesitation. Even Foundation Building Realm cultivators’ lives were like insignificant ants...

They dared not speak, nor did they dare to meet Fang Chen's gaze as they kept their heads lowered and eyes on their toes, fearing to give Fang Chen any reason to kill them.

Chai Jia's ancestor stared at Chi Chong's corpse in a daze for a while before finally raising his head to address Fang Chen. "Daoist Dongfang, Chi Chong indeed deserved to die."

Mo Chou slowly came to his senses, looking at Fang Chen in despair. "You... you killed my master...."

Fang Chen smiled lightly. "Do you want to avenge your master?"

He suspected Chi Chong was a Spirit Blood Sect cultivator, but he couldn't be bothered to find evidence. Chi Chong's numerous attempts to shift the blame onto him in the Immortal Tomb were enough to warrant his death.

Mo Chou hesitated for a few breaths before speaking softly. "May I take my master's body?"

Seeing Fang Chen nod, she immediately turned and walked away with Chi Chong's corpse. Her junior brothers and sisters hurriedly followed, not daring to linger any longer.

Though filled with grief and anger, they did not dare show it.

The Qi Refining Realm cultivators rescued by Fang Chen had complex expressions. On one hand, it was their master; on the other, it was their savior. "Senior Dongfang, we will take our leave..."

However, when they thought about how Chi Chong had unhesitatingly left the Immortal Tomb earlier and ignored their cries for help, they lamented their master's death a little less.

Fang Chen nodded gently. "Go ahead."

After they left, the remaining group of Qi Refining Realm cultivators returned silently to their families and friends.

Just then, a foul smell wafted over.

A cultivator instinctively wrinkled their brow, looking towards the source of the odor, their expression suddenly becoming extremely odd.

Chai Shun looked utterly shocked. "Chai Long, did you just piss yourself?"

Chai Long's face turned deep red. "I-I was just startled by Senior Dongfang's anger, it was involuntary...."

He hadn't expected to be so scared that he would end up like this.

Chai Shun pondered for a moment, then decided to be honest despite the fact that Chai Long had soiled himself. "Senior Dongfang, Chai Long said a lot of bad things about you earlier and even took pleasure in your misfortune and embarrassment."

Chai Long's face immediately turned pale.

He had wet himself from fear and yet Chai Shun still didn't let him off the hook?