Corpse Saliva Valley's Simple Folkways, Fate Crane Sect's Loving Masters and Filial Disciples

The man almost instantly rushed behind Old Man Fate Crane. The steel blade coiled around his thick tail was as broad and heavy as half a door panel, slashing fiercely at Old Man Fate Crane's neck.

As though clearing the field, the gale raised by the steel blade blew away the surrounding blood mist, making everything within thirty feet of the two men crystal clear.

Yet even as the steel blade was about to descend upon Old Man Fate Crane's neck with overwhelming force, he made no move. Instead, the crane head abruptly turned around, its eyes brimming with frenzied killing intent.

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

Bang!

The steel blade ultimately stopped less than a foot from Old Man Fate Crane's neck, as if it had struck an invisible barrier and could advance no farther.

"Master... you are both my good masters! It makes no difference which one I kill! If I can kill both of you... then grant your disciple's wish!"

"Die!"

The man's veins bulged all over his body, and his frame suddenly doubled in size, instantly swelling into a giant lump of flesh.

He stretched out his broad hands, gripped the hilt, and put all his strength into another downward chop.

But in the next moment, the crane head gave a sinister chuckle and abruptly transformed into a black shadow that shot out.

Clang!

The black shadow pierced straight through the thick steel blade and, at a speed the man could not react to, shot directly into his chest.

The man's gigantic body was immediately sent flying backward, crashing right toward Yang An.

Fuck!

Fortunately, Yang An reacted swiftly. Seeing things turn bad, he immediately dodged aside, narrowly avoiding the man barreling into him.

The man's body hit the ground, instantly smashing out a large pit. The steel blade in his hand also shattered into pieces, leaving behind only the hilt.

Even more horrifyingly, a bloody hole the size of a human head had appeared in his chest. The flesh and blood inside had vanished without a trace, and blood was spraying wildly outward, filling the pit into a small pool in the blink of an eye.

Yang An felt fortunate that he had dodged in time. If that fellow had hit him, even if he did not die, he would probably have lost half his life.

Gulp!

On the other side, the crane head raised its head and swallowed a huge chunk of flesh in its mouth, then looked at the man in the blood pool with lingering hunger.

Old Man Fate Crane's other head, however, had never turned around, as though the other party was not even worth a glance.

"My good eldest disciple, hurry and get up. Let your master have another taste... ah, no! Let your master see how much progress you've made lately!"

The crane head cackled strangely, its face full of greed.

Yang An clearly had not expected this thing to actually eat people. Watching from the side made his scalp go numb.

But what he had not expected even more was that, despite seeming to have suffered such grievous injuries, the man in the blood pool still slowly rose to his feet.

Splash, splash, splash!

At the same time he stood, the blood that had been pouring from his chest rapidly flowed back into his body. It even swept up some dirt and grass roots from the ground along with it.

In no more than two blinks, the bleeding from the hole in the man's chest had stopped. At the same time, the flesh buds along the wound's edges writhed madly as they slowly healed.

The way he looked at Old Man Fate Crane instead grew even more excited and fanatical.

"Since Master has given the order, this disciple dares not disobey!"

Clatter.

He tossed aside the broken blade in his hand, then thrust one hand fiercely into the still-unhealed bloody hole in his chest.

"Fire, come!"

Buzz!

A crimson flame instantly began burning wildly within his body, transforming into towering waves of fire.

The man's entire body was covered in flames, instantly burning all the blood mist within dozens of meters into scorching vapor.

He let out a frenzied laugh, his voice booming like thunder. In an instant, he had entered a state of utter madness.

"Master, watch closely! This is the Fate Dao Technique your disciple newly fused. If you underestimate your disciple, you will definitely die! Hahahaha!"

Damn lunatic!

A terrifying wave of scorching heat rushed toward him, even causing Yang An's hair to curl. He had no choice but to retreat again until he was beyond its reach, only then cursing inwardly.

But the Lighting Method displayed by this man also left him deeply shaken.

The flames ignited across his entire body rose several yards high. He was like a flame demon god, laughing maniacally at the top of his lungs.

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

And just then, as the man's words fell, the flames on his body instantly took shape, abruptly transforming into nine flaming dragons, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws with savage faces.

He had combined the Lighting Method with other Fate Dao Techniques at the same time?!

Each flaming dragon seemed to contain tremendous power. The instant they appeared, Yang An clearly felt a ferocious intent that seemed impossible to withstand, filling him with dread.

No! I need to get farther away!

Without any hesitation, Yang An immediately retreated once more.

"Nine Dragon Nine Punishments! Master, die!"

"Die!"

The nine flaming dragons let out earth-shaking roars and charged at Old Man Fate Crane along with the man, dragging a crimson line of fire across the ground before crashing straight into him.

The nine flaming dragons roared one after another, seeming ready to tear Old Man Fate Crane to pieces in a single bite before burning him to ashes.

But at that moment, faced with the imposing man charging toward him, the crane head revealed a look of utter disdain.

It opened its long beak and inhaled fiercely.

The next moment, an immense suction force directly sucked away every last flame on the man's body. The nine dragons instantly crumbled apart, swallowed by the crane head.

"My good eldest disciple! Go back and train for a few more years! Your master is not so easy to kill!"

Without the crane head making another move, the man was instantly sent flying backward again, hitting the ground with a bang.

But compared to before, this time was even more miserable.

Half of his entire upper body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which the crane head immediately sucked into its belly without leaving a drop behind.

Old Man Fate Crane remained entirely unscathed. The crane head burped and gave a sinister laugh before ignoring him.

Yang An, standing nearby, was already dumbfounded.

In his eyes, this Senior Brother's strength had been utterly shocking, yet he was still no match for the crane head in even a single exchange.

How tragic...

He glanced at the man lying on the ground, now truly too miserable to rise again. He struggled as he let out anguished wails, turning into a blood-soaked figure in an instant.

Though Yang An knew the fellow had brought it upon himself, he still could not help feeling a trace of sympathy.

What a pity!

Why wasn't he dead... If he died, with all that flesh, the Flesh-Buried Talisman would surely get a hearty meal...

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

The matter seemed to have become nothing more than a minor interlude. Old Man Fate Crane continued toward the depths of the valley, and Yang An immediately chose to follow.

He merely glanced at that Senior Brother's miserable state before looking away. He had no leisure to spare, nor was it the place of a newly initiated disciple like him to interfere. Someone would certainly clean up afterward.

But after taking only two steps, rustling sounds suddenly came from all around. Several figures appeared before Old Man Fate Crane in an instant, scattering the surrounding blood mist and revealing their faces.

There were five people in total, four men and one woman. At a glance, they were Old Man Fate Crane's disciples—Yang An's Senior Brothers and Senior Sister.

They all respectfully knelt to welcome him. Compared with that man from earlier, they looked far more obedient.

"Your disciples welcome Master back to the mountain!"

Only upon seeing them did Old Man Fate Crane's face finally clear like clouds parting to reveal the sun, showing a kindly smile.

"Good, good, good! Hurry and rise!"

He said this with a smile, his attitude utterly different from how he had treated the previous man. He was practically ready to reach out and help these disciples up himself.

Seeing this, Yang An seemed to understand something.

It seemed that Senior Brother from before was probably a thorn in the side within the Fate Crane Sect, an exception.

Perhaps he was not favored by Old Man Fate Crane, which was why he had been so bold as to challenge him on his own initiative, hoping to gain Old Man Fate Crane's attention this way.

Yang An had nearly thought the Fate Crane Sect's customs were all this fierce and valiant. If that were truly the case, then as a new disciple, the pressure on him would have been enormous.

Fortunately, it seemed that was not the case.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Yang An immediately let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

But just as he thought this, he looked up, intending to take the opportunity to get acquainted with these Senior Brothers and Senior Sister.

The next second, he froze on the spot once again.

One of the disciples who had risen to their feet had somehow moved close to the smiling Old Man Fate Crane.

It was a woman. She gripped the hilt of a longsword in her hand, and its blade had already pierced through Old Man Fate Crane's chest.

Bright red blood trickled down the blade that had penetrated him, dripping onto the ground.

A vicious, poisonous smile of triumph suddenly appeared on her delicate face.

"Master! Welcome back!"

Hiss—

Yang An sucked in a cold breath, staring at the scene in shock. In that instant, his scalp went completely numb.