Simple Folk Customs in Corpse Saliva Valley, Loving Master and Filial Disciple in Fate Crane Sect

The man practically teleported behind Old Man Fate Crane. The steel blade coiled around his thick tail was as wide and heavy as half a door panel, and it swung down viciously towards Old Man Fate Crane's neck.

As if clearing the area, the wind generated by the steel blade blew away the surrounding blood mist, making the space within ten feet of the two men incredibly clear.

Yet, even as the steel blade was about to fall with immense force upon Old Man Fate Crane's neck, he showed no reaction. Instead, the crane's head suddenly turned, its eyes filled with a crazed killing intent.

"My dear eldest disciple, who are you trying to kill?"

Bang!

The steel blade finally stopped less than a foot from Old Man Fate Crane's neck, as if it had struck an invisible barrier, unable to advance any further.

"Master... you are all my good masters! It doesn't matter who I kill! If I can kill both of you... please grant my wish, disciple!"

"Die!"

The man's veins bulged, and his body suddenly expanded by double, instantly growing into a grotesque, fleshy giant.

He gripped the hilt with his large hands and, gathering all his strength, swung down again.

But in the next moment, the crane's head let out a cackle and suddenly transformed into a black shadow that shot forward.

Clang!

The black shadow pierced directly through the thick steel blade and, with a speed the man couldn't react to, embedded itself in his chest.

The man's massive form was sent flying backward, crashing directly towards Yang An.

Fuck!

Fortunately, Yang An reacted quickly. Seeing the danger, he immediately dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the man hurtling towards him.

The man's body landed on the ground, creating a large crater. The steel blade in his hand shattered into pieces, leaving only the hilt.

Even more terrifying was the human-head-sized bloody hole in his chest. The flesh and blood within had vanished, and blood sprayed out wildly, filling the crater on the ground into a small puddle in an instant.

Yang An felt lucky he had dodged in time. If he had been hit by this guy, he would have lost half his life even if he survived.

Gulp!

On the other side, the crane's head tilted back and swallowed a large chunk of bloody flesh from its mouth, then looked at the man in the blood puddle with lingering desire.

As for the other head of Old Man Fate Crane, it never turned its head, as if the other party wasn't even worth a glance.

"My good eldest disciple, get up quickly, let Master taste... oh no! Let Master see how much you've improved during this time!"

The crane's head cackled with greed.

Yang An was clearly taken aback that the guy was actually eating, and felt his scalp tingle as he watched.

But what surprised him even more was that, despite the seemingly severe injuries, the man in the blood puddle slowly stood up.

Rumble!

As he rose, the blood gushing from his chest rapidly retracted back into his body. It even drew in some of the surrounding soil and grass roots.

In just two blinks of an eye, the bloody hole in the man's chest stopped bleeding. Simultaneously, the flesh buds at the wound's edge writhed wildly, slowly recovering.

His gaze towards Old Man Fate Crane became even more excited and fervent.

"Master has given his command, how dare this disciple disobey!"

Clack.

He threw away the broken blade in his hand and then thrust one hand into the still-unhealed bloody hole in his chest.

"Fire, come!"

Buzz!

A crimson flame instantly ignited furiously within him, transforming into soaring waves of fire.

The man's entire body was engulfed in flames, incinerating the blood mist within a radius of several meters into scorching steam.

He let out a mad laugh, his voice like thunder, and instantly entered a state of complete frenzy.

"Master, watch closely! This is the Fate Dao Technique I've newly fused. If you underestimate me, you will surely die! Hahahaha!"

Damn lunatic!

An terrifying wave of intense heat washed over Yang An, causing his hair to curl. He had to retreat further back until he was out of the affected area before cursing inwardly.

But the Lighting Method displayed by the man also left him in awe.

The flames engulfing him reached several dozen feet high. The man looked like a flame demon god, letting out hoarse, wild laughter.

Is this the true power of the Lighting Method? Yang An's eyes widened!

And at this moment, as the man's words fell, the flames on his body instantly took shape, suddenly transforming into nine fiery dragons, baring their fangs and claws, their faces ferocious.

Is this the Lighting Method combined with other Fate Dao Techniques?!

Each of those fiery dragons seemed to contain immense power. The moment the fiery dragons appeared, Yang An clearly felt an unbearable ferocity, something to be feared.

No! I need to run further away!

Without any hesitation, Yang An retreated again.

"Nine Dragon Nine Punishments! Die, Master!"

"Die!"

Nine fiery dragons roared like thunder, charging towards Old Man Fate Crane along with the man. They left a crimson trail of fire on the ground, ultimately crashing directly into him.

The nine fiery dragons let out roars, as if intending to tear Old Man Fate Crane to shreds with a single bite and then burn him to ashes with their flames.

But at this very moment, facing the man who was charging aggressively, the crane's head revealed a look of disdain.

It suddenly opened its wide mouth and inhaled forcefully.

The next moment, a tremendous suction force drew away all the flames from the man. The nine dragons instantly collapsed, swallowed by the crane's head.

"My good senior disciple! Go back and train for a few more years! Your master isn't so easily killed!"

Without any further movement from the crane's head, the man was sent flying backward again, crashing to the ground with a bang.

However, compared to before, this time was even more brutal.

Half of his upper body exploded into a mist of blood, which was then completely sucked into the crane's head, leaving nothing behind.

Old Man Fate Crane remained completely unharmed. The crane's head burped, gave a sinister smile, and ignored him.

Yang An, standing nearby, was stunned.

In his eyes, his senior brother's power was incredibly shocking, yet he was still no match for the crane's head.

So miserable...

He glanced at the man lying on the ground, unable to get up. This time, he was truly too miserable to get up again. He was struggling and letting out pained wails, instantly turning into a bloodied mess.

Although he knew this guy brought it upon himself, Yang An couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy.

What a shame!

Why didn't he die... If he had died, with so much flesh, the Flesh-Buried Talisman would surely have had a feast...

Shaking his head, he quickly left his spot and walked towards Old Man Fate Crane.

This incident seemed to have become a minor interlude. Old Man Fate Crane continued walking into the valley, and Yang An immediately chose to follow.

He merely glanced at his senior brother's miserable state before looking away. He didn't have the time, and it wasn't his place as a newly initiated disciple to bother. Someone would surely clean up the mess.

But after taking only a couple of steps, he heard rustling sounds from all around. Several figures instantly appeared in front of Old Man Fate Crane, scattering the surrounding mist of blood and revealing their faces.

There were five people in total, four men and one woman. They were clearly Old Man Fate Crane's disciples, meaning Yang An's senior brothers and sisters.

They all knelt respectfully to welcome him. Compared to the man from before, they seemed much more well-behaved.

"Disciples greet Master upon his return to the mountain!"

Only upon seeing these people did Old Man Fate Crane's face finally clear up like the sun breaking through clouds, revealing a kind smile.

"Good, good, good! Quickly, get up!"

He said with a smile, his attitude completely different from how he treated the man earlier. He was practically about to reach out and help these disciples up himself.

Seeing this, Yang An seemed to understand something.

It appeared that the senior brother from earlier was a troublemaker within the Fate Crane Sect, an exception.

He probably wasn't favored by Old Man Fate Crane, which was why he dared to be so bold, challenging Old Man Fate Crane and attempting to gain his attention in this manner.

He almost thought that the Fate Crane Sect had such a fierce and unruly atmosphere. If that were the case, the pressure on him as a new disciple would be immense.

Fortunately, it didn't seem to be that way.

What a relief.

Yang An felt a wave of relief.

But just as he thought this and looked up, taking this opportunity to get to know these senior brothers and sisters.

The next second, he froze on the spot.

He saw that among the disciples who had stood up, one of them had, at some point, gotten close to the smiling Old Man Fate Crane.

It was a woman. She was holding the hilt of a long sword. The blade had already pierced Old Man Fate Crane's chest.

Crimson blood dripped drop by drop onto the ground along the penetrating blade.

And on her delicate face, a triumphant and venomous smile suddenly appeared.

"Master! Welcome back!"

Hiss—

Yang An gasped, watching the scene in shock, his scalp tingling.