I Refuse to Accept This!

"I refuse to accept this!"

Han Yishui, an elder of Lingxu Grotto-Heaven and a Divine Bridge Realm expert, was deeply unwilling to die like this.

Within Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, he held a fairly high position among the elders because he was exceptionally skilled at artifact forging.

His younger brother, the other Elder Han, specialized in pill refinement.

Thus, the entire Han Family held considerable status within Lingxu Grotto-Heaven.

Han Yishui was deeply unwilling to die before he had even unleashed his many methods, his body pierced through by that divine fire. If he had been able to use his various techniques, Fang Qing might well have died at his hands!

But now, Han Yishui was dead.

Both Elder Hans were dead.

The Ten Disciples of Han Yishui were dead as well.

Everything these elders and disciples possessed had become Fang Qing's.

With a grasp of his hand, Fang Qing first retrieved a Silver Ruler. It was a magic treasure refined by a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator. It might no longer count as a particularly valuable treasure to Fang Qing, but to cultivators below the Divine Bridge Realm, it was absolutely a priceless treasure, enough to determine the outcome of a battle.

Besides the Silver Ruler, there was also a Cyan Shield, gleaming with the distinct luster of metal. It was a defensive treasure, refined by Han Yishui over the years.

There were also nine Black Bone Spears, with mist surging around them as threads of black qi seeped out.

There was also a Purple Net, within which a purple Bagua Diagram flickered in and out of sight. One could well imagine that if this net caught a cultivator, it could instantly turn the tide of battle.

There was also a gleaming Silver Gourd, radiating waves of treasure light. Countless hazy currents seemed to swirl within it. It was far more powerful than the Silver Ruler, bone spears, or great net, and appeared to be Han Yishui's primary magic treasure, a precious item he had refined for most of his life.

Unfortunately, all these magic treasures now belonged to Fang Qing.

It had to be said that Han Yishui had been immensely wealthy, possessing more than ten magic treasures—far richer than many elders of Lingxu Grotto-Heaven.

By killing this elder, Fang Qing had made a small fortune.

And Elder Han Yishui possessed far more than these artifacts. He also had vast quantities of Hundred Herb Liquid, Heavenly Earth Rare Treasures, and other such items.

After obtaining them, Fang Qing made another great profit.

Fang Qing then turned his gaze toward the other Elder Han. That vicious-looking elder had also contributed many treasures, most of them Heavenly Earth Rare Treasures.

Among them was a lotus seed borne by a Black Jade Divine Lotus. The lotus seed was as large as a pigeon's egg, black and lustrous, and gave off a fragrant scent. The fragrance alone made one feel refreshed and clear-headed.

There was also a fruit borne by a Green Jade Snow Lotus, its vigorous life force intoxicating.

There was also a Nine-Leaf Divine Grass like red jade, with an extraordinary origin. It was said that only pure land stained with Fenghuang divine blood could grow such a peerless spiritual medicine.

This Elder Han had contributed countless rare treasures. It seemed that he had rarely cultivated in his daily life, instead spending his time searching for all sorts of wonders.

Now, they had all benefited Fang Qing.

"Wiping them all out in one go is for the best. Lingxu Grotto-Heaven should be peaceful for some time from now on. Of course, the magic treasures obtained from killing them this time cannot see the light of day. They must not be discovered."

After taking stock of all the treasures belonging to the two Elder Hans and the Han Sect Disciples, Fang Qing cremated them, returning them to dust and earth. However, he was still considering how to deal with those magic treasures.

He tried to connect his mind with the Bronze Rod in his sea of consciousness, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

That day, the Bronze Rod had fished up the coordinates of the Twin Dragons of the Great Tang world. He could still travel to that world now, so if any elder truly came looking for these magic treasures, Fang Qing could place all of them in the Great Tang World.

For now, he stored them all within his Wheel of Life.

"It's time to return."

Fang Qing glanced at the place where the battle had just taken place. It was tranquil now, with no trace of what had happened.

A stream of divine light flashed as he headed toward Lingxu Grotto-Heaven.

When Fang Qing was nearly back at Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, another streak of light emerged from it. Within that divine light was Elder Lu Zhihua.

Elder Lu Zhihua abruptly stopped before Fang Qing, concern written across his face. "Fang Qing, are you all right?"

"Elder, what happened?"

Curiosity appeared on Fang Qing's face.

"I only just heard that you left our grotto-heaven alone. Then I heard that Han Yishui had left as well. I suspected that he intended to harm you, so I hurried out to take a look. But it seems things are all right now."

Elder Lu Zhihua watched Fang Qing closely. Only after seeing that he was unharmed did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your concern, Elder. I'm fine, and I didn't encounter Han Yishui. No matter how unhappy he is with me, he wouldn't be that impatient, would he?"

Fang Qing said.

Naturally, he could not reveal that he had killed Han Yishui. Even before Elder Lu Zhihua, he could not say it.

Some matters remained insignificant when left unspoken, but once brought into the open and placed on the scales, they became difficult to handle.

"In any case, you must not let your guard down. You crippled his grandson, something he absolutely cannot tolerate. From now on, you should cultivate more within the grotto-heaven, at least until you can deal with them."

Elder Lu Zhihua cautioned him.

"Mm, I will."

Fang Qing nodded.

The two entered Lingxu Grotto-Heaven together.

After parting with Elder Lu Zhihua, Fang Qing returned to his residence.

There, Ye Fan and Pang Bo were still cultivating.

Over these days of cultivation, Pang Bo had advanced further in the Bitter Sea Realm. Even within Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, he had become a Peerless Genius, one of its Immortal Seedlings.

Although Pang Bo's cultivation speed was far inferior to Fang Qing's, within all of Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, he truly counted as a genius among geniuses.

After all, Pang Bo had only entered the grotto-heaven two months ago. Ordinary disciples had not even finished reading the Dao Scripture after two months, let alone stepped into the Bitter Sea Realm.

Thus, Pang Bo had also become an Immortal Seedling and could receive eight bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid every month!

As for Ye Fan, his cultivation progress remained slow. Even after consuming more than ten bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid, he still could not sense his own Wheel of Life.

Of course, his strength was still increasing.

But as he watched his two brothers grow stronger and rise through the realms while he remained unable to sense his Wheel of Life, even Ye Fan, no matter how calm he was, could not help growing restless.

When Fang Qing arrived and saw Ye Fan still cultivating yet unable to enter the Bitter Sea Realm, he smiled. "Ye Fan, this matter may be somewhat troublesome. But it can still be done!"