He Learned Our Lighting Method!

The avian head that had suddenly emerged from nowhere was, in fact, a crane's head.

Even in the faint light, Yang An felt as though he could discern very clear emotions in its eyes, and was startled himself.

Who would dare yell at a True Person with such an attitude?

Could it be a being even more terrifying than Mother Diviner True Person?

What did its words mean?

Did it order Mother Diviner True Person to capture him?

Countless questions flooded Yang An's mind, making him feel the situation was dire. He dared not speak.

However, Mother Diviner True Person showed no emotional change in response to the crane's head's sudden appearance. Instead, her attitude was extremely respectful.

"Senior Fate Crane, I will bring the person to you immediately."

No one knew what she was thinking when she said this.

But Yang An was dumbfounded.

Fate Crane... Senior?

Upon hearing this address, Yang An felt his mind buzz, and he froze completely.

No way... such a coincidence?

Could he have encountered the very person whose name he had impersonated, here of all places?

And this person had discovered him first, which was why they had sought him out.

When Muckworm Child had informed him that the True Person wished to see him, he had already suspected whether his impersonation of a disciple under Old Man Fate Crane had been exposed.

As it turned out, it was precisely because of this.

He had initially thought the Fate Crane Sect was an obscure, unknown sect. Pan Shi had never even heard of it, so it surely had no fame.

But now, it seemed that even the renowned Mother Diviner True Person of Xi Yue River respectfully addressed them as Senior Fate Crane, daring not to show any defiance.

What kind of terrifying existence was Old Man Fate Crane?

"Since I am here, why would I need you to bring him? Get lost!"

The crane's head let out a strange cry. Yang An didn't dare to breathe, and then found the surrounding darkness being easily torn apart like a giant curtain.

By the time he came to his senses, he found himself in a dim cave.

Beside him stood a woman nearly ten feet tall, with a normal human upper body, bright eyes, and white teeth. However, her lower body was composed of countless fleshy buds and egg masses.

And directly in front of him, a figure sat in the shadows. This person was rather thin, with withered, aged arms holding a cup. However, their shoulders and neck supported two heads.

One of them was the massive crane's head that had just emerged from the darkness.

The other head was that of a perfectly normal, elderly person.

Without a doubt, these two must be Mother Diviner True Person and Old Man Fate Crane.

The moment Yang An saw them, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He suddenly felt an invisible, terrifying pressure that made it difficult to breathe.

These cultivators are truly not normal!

Mother Diviner True Person stood silently, her fleshy egg masses slowly wriggling beneath her and adhering to the wall.

The massive crane's head stretched its neck towards Yang An, weaving around him from his left and then emerging from his right.

At such close proximity, a foul, fishy odor emanated from its head, entering Yang An's nostrils and making him feel nauseous. Yang An could only endure it, his heart pounding wildly.

The two nostrils on its long beak twitched slightly, and the crane's head suddenly revealed a sinister, interested expression.

"It is indeed a mortal."

Then, it looked at the other head with some excitement.

"You smell it too, don't you? It's the scent of the Lighting Method! He learned our Lighting Method! Haha!"

Suddenly, Yang An felt his right hand being controlled by an invisible force and raised.

The cloth wrapped around his right hand instantly turned into countless fragments, revealing the unhealed scars on his hand from bloodletting.

"Where did you learn the Lighting Method?"

Old Man Fate Crane slowly set down the cup he was holding. A small amount of golden-yellow fluorescence still shimmered within it.

His slightly gray eyes stared directly at Yang An, as if they could see through his very soul.

"My father left it to me."

Yang An unconsciously swallowed, deciding to answer truthfully.

In the face of such a terrifying Great Cultivator, he couldn't play any tricks.

"How did your father die?"

"He killed my mother and younger brother, and then committed suicide."

When he received the Lighting Method, upon seeing its cost, Yang An had guessed why his father had killed his family and then himself.

The fire ignited by the Lighting Method would cause one to lose their mind and descend into madness.

The crane's head near Yang An let out a sharp, mocking laugh upon hearing his reply.

"So, you know the Lighting Method comes from my Fate Crane Sect, and you know the consequences of learning it?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you still learn it?"

"If I didn't learn it, I would die."

"Not an easy child, are you."

Old Man Fate Crane sighed softly, seemingly filled with emotion.

"Stop putting on an act, old man. The Lighting Method was released by us to recruit disciples. You know better than anyone what happens to those who learn it. Your pretense is truly disgusting."

The crane's head spoke without restraint, revealing the truth and looking at Old Man Fate Crane's head with disgust.

"Hahahaha, yes, I forgot."

Old Man Fate Crane laughed and patted his forehead.

Perhaps he was getting old and forgetful. He considered himself quite old.

But he continued to look at Yang An.

"You used my disciple's name to come here, and I happened to discover it. If I were to truly take you as my disciple now, would you agree?"

"..."

The sudden question left Yang An somewhat flustered; this was the opposite of what he had envisioned.

But he looked at the large, ferocious crane's head in front of him, then at the kind-faced human head.

What would happen if he dared to refuse?

"I agree! I agree! Disciple pays respects to Mas—"

Without a doubt, Yang An didn't want to die. He immediately made the most correct choice and intended to use the opportunity to formally become a disciple.

But just as he was about to perform a kowtow, an invisible force stopped him.

His body leaned forward but then froze in mid-air, neither falling nor standing, appearing quite comical.

"Don't rush. I want to take you as my disciple, but I need to see if you have the destiny for it."

It was Old Man Fate Crane who stopped his movement, smiling instead.

"Even if you don't become a disciple, being eaten wouldn't be bad either," the crane's head suddenly added, its crane face filled with greed.

Either way, they had no intention of letting Yang An go.

"..."

"What destiny?"

Yang An still asked curiously.

"Let me say it, let me say it! Shut up, old man!"

Just as Old Man Fate Crane was about to speak, the crane's head excitedly shouted, its long neck twisting like a thick snake's body.

Its gaze suddenly fell upon Mother Diviner True Person, who had remained silent the entire time, as if it had thought of a good idea.

"Little one, kill this bitch, and we'll take you as our disciple! How about it?"

Mother Diviner True Person: "..."

Yang An: "..."

What a joke!

"Senior Fate Crane! Please don't toy with this junior. This junior cannot bear it."

Mother Diviner immediately pleaded with a look of pity.

A mere mortal couldn't kill her, but if she dared to resist, the crane's head would surely attack her.

Damn crane's head!

Damn it!!