Cannot Kill Him

"Why are you here? You're no match for him!"

Zhou Xue gritted her teeth and said. In the seven days since her rebirth, besides her adoptive parents, she only felt a bit of goodwill towards Fang Wang, and she didn't want this young man to die tonight.

Fang Wang held Zhou Xue with one arm, his feet moving with Shadowless Steps, constantly changing his footing to dodge streaks of golden light. He didn't flee directly but weaved back and forth in the area.

"I'm not, so is the current you?"

Fang Wang replied calmly without glancing at Zhou Xue in his arms. His gaze was fixed on the Taoist priest in green robes who was standing in mid-air.

Zhou Xue fell silent, unable to retort.

At this moment, the Taoist priest's attacks stopped. Fang Wang landed on a broken cliff, and Zhou Xue naturally detached herself from his arm, maintaining a respectful distance.

"Is this a spell? The lowest level of the cultivation world is this strong? You didn't lie to me?"

Fang Wang asked in a low voice, staring at the Taoist priest in green robes.

The lethality of those golden light streaks was terrifying. While dodging, Fang Wang had felt an unprecedented sense of danger, his mind taut, daring not to be careless.

Zhou Xue took a deep breath and said, "His realm is indeed at the bottom of the cultivation world, but he wields two magic artifacts. At his current realm, he is considered a top-tier expert. However, with his Spiritual Energy, he can't maintain such attacks for long."

Fang Wang understood immediately upon hearing this.

Under his watchful eyes, the aloof Taoist priest in green robes descended. It seemed that while standing in mid-air looked cool, it was also quite draining.

"Who are you?"

The Taoist priest in green robes stared intently at Fang Wang and asked in a deep voice.

Fang Wang's movement technique was unlike any martial arts expert he had encountered, even surpassing most cultivators in the Qi Nurturing Realm. He couldn't discern Fang Wang's identity for the moment, but Zhou Xue's poison confirmed for him that this woman was a cultivator.

Fang Wang raised his sword and said, "When asking for someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest in green robes revealed a sinister smile and said, "Then let me see what gives you the courage to resist!"

He suddenly charged at Fang Wang and Zhou Xue, his speed far exceeding that of the black-clothed man from before.

Fang Wang advanced instead of retreating, drawing his sword and charging at the Taoist priest in green robes.

The two moved like arrows, and in the blink of an eye, they were less than seven steps apart. Fang Wang swung his sword, and the Taoist priest in green robes moved his whisk sideways.

So fast!

Both thought this simultaneously. Fang Wang was surprised by the physical reaction speed of cultivators, while the Taoist priest in green robes was astonished by his footwork. What level of the Qi Nurturing Realm is this kid at?

They dodged each other's attacks and engaged in a fierce and swift duel, attacking each other in the open courtyard. Sand and stones flew, and neither could harm the other in a short period.

Seeing Fang Wang and the Taoist priest in green robes fighting to a standstill, Zhou Xue couldn't help but be moved. She realized she had underestimated this young man.

With such strength, he can already contend with cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of the Qi Nurturing Realm, yet he's merely a martial artist. Could he have reached the mythical realm of martial arts?

Zhou Xue was secretly shocked, as she was already aware of Fang Wang's age.

To be this powerful at sixteen...

This comprehension and talent are too exaggerated!

Although the martial path and the immortal path were different, they shared some similarities. Prodigies in martial arts wouldn't have poor talent on the path of cultivation, especially in terms of comprehension.

Zhou Xue's admiration for Fang Wang deepened. At the same time, several experts from the Fang Manor quickly arrived. When they saw Fang Wang fighting the Taoist priest in green robes, they all instinctively stopped.

Fang Wang, clad in white, moved like a phantom. His sword light pierced the night sky. The Taoist priest in green robes moved like a crane. At first glance, his speed seemed inferior to Fang Wang's, but he always managed to dodge Fang Wang's attacks with ease.

"So fast!"

"Is that human speed? Is that Young Master Thirteenth?"

"I never expected Young Master Thirteenth's martial arts to be this formidable. Ah Hu told me that many experts were killed by Young Master Thirteenth."

"Is that guy human or ghost? He looks like he's floating!"

"Let's not act rashly, lest we distract Young Master Fang!"

The Fang Manor experts chattered amongst themselves. Among them were Fang Wang's clansmen, who were the most shocked. They never imagined Fang Wang to be so powerful.

The Taoist priest in green robes swung his whisk, striking Fang Wang's treasured sword. A tremendous force repelled Fang Wang.

"Without a trace of Spiritual Energy... could it be that you're only skilled in martial arts, and merely proficient in techniques?" the Taoist priest in green robes said coldly.

Fang Wang did not use his True Qi, fighting solely with his swordplay and footwork. This was the first time he had fought with such intensity, his body and mind taut.

He had underestimated cultivators. He had thought that cultivators, who meditated for long periods, might have weaker physical fitness than martial artists. Now, it seemed that was not the case. However, after a few exchanges, he had gained some understanding of the Taoist priest's strength.

The Taoist priest in green robes raised his left hand, and a yellow talisman emitted streaks of golden light that shot towards Fang Wang. Fang Wang dodged immediately.

More and more Fang Manor experts arrived, even Fang Hanyu, who had been injured earlier, showed up.

Previously, they had all been shocked when they witnessed the Taoist priest in green robes using his magic artifact. Now, seeing the magic of the yellow talisman up close, they were even more terrified.

"Demonic daoist..."

A middle-aged servant holding a long staff trembled, his eyes filled with fear.

Fang Hanyu wanted to go to Fang Wang's aid, but his father, Fang Zhe, stopped him. Fang Zhe's face was grave as he said, "You can't get involved in their fight."

His heart churned like stormy seas. He had traveled extensively in his youth, visiting many major martial arts sects, but he had never seen such an evil art.

He suddenly recalled a legend he had heard long ago.

Legends say that deep within the mountains and rivers, there exist cultivators. The martial arts of the secular world were created by them.

Fang Hanyu watched Fang Wang continuously dodge the golden beams of light. The footwork and posture made his heart a complex mix of admiration and unwillingness.

From childhood, he had always admired his cousin. Fang Wang knew too much and always said astonishing things. Even after years of martial arts training, he would often think of his cousin. He always felt Fang Wang would grow up to be an extraordinary figure, but he never expected Fang Wang to reach such an outstanding level in martial arts.

His unwillingness stemmed not from Fang Wang being stronger than him, but from his inability to help Fang Wang.

Fang Wang rapidly dodged the golden beams of light, steadily closing in on the Daoist priest in green. Seeing that the yellow talisman could not harm Fang Wang, the priest remained unfazed, his expression as stern as ever.

When Fang Wang was less than eight paces away from the Daoist priest, he threw the sword in his hand.

His strength was immense. At this distance, the sword was almost certain to hit the Daoist priest the moment it was thrown. However, with a clang, the sword was repelled.

A yellow light appeared in Fang Wang's eyes. He saw the Daoist priest erupt in golden light, as if protected by a layer of light armor that deflected his sword.

Fang Wang looked closely and saw the corner of a yellow paper peeking out from the Daoist priest's chest. It was burning, and visible light surged from it, covering his entire body.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A series of whistling sounds filled the air. Six silver darts zipped past Fang Wang's ears, heading directly for the Daoist priest.

This time, the Daoist priest did not attempt to block them head-on. He dodged.

Before he even landed, he quickly cast a spell. His horsetail whisk swirled, and snake-like bolts of lightning appeared out of nowhere, irresistibly striking towards Fang Wang.

Fang Wang leaped to dodge. The lightning bolts shattered the silver darts and then struck the ground, piercing through it with astonishing destructive power.

He turned his head and saw that Zhou Xue had joined the fight. She had already engaged the Daoist priest, a dagger in her hand. Her movements were agile, preventing the priest from escaping her.

She's only been reborn for seven days, yet she has such skill... Fang Wang marveled inwardly.

Before her rebirth, Zhou Xue was merely a frail woman who rarely left her home. But now, her martial prowess surpassed that of ordinary top-tier masters.

Could it be that Zhou Xue, like him, had also been secretly practicing martial arts?

Or were the methods of the Immortal Venerable beyond his imagination?

The Daoist priest unleashed another lightning spell. Due to the close proximity and Zhou Xue's less agile movements compared to Fang Wang, she was struck in the back while dodging. Blood spurted out. She then waved her sleeve, scattering a cloud of light green powder that instantly enveloped the Daoist priest.

After falling to the ground, Zhou Xue immediately looked at Fang Wang.

Fang Wang understood. He activated his Shadowless Steps and swiftly attacked. He raised his palm, and surging True Qi, accompanied by a dragon's roar, erupted. A dragon-shaped blast of True Qi, carrying immense force, slammed into the Daoist priest, sending him flying. The priest was like a kite with a broken string, flying over ten yards before crashing into the ruins.

"Is that... the True Dragon Palm, once famous throughout the martial world?"

Fang Zhe exclaimed with wide, disbelieving eyes. Fang Hanyu beside him was equally moved.

The True Dragon Palm was not a rare, ultimate technique. One could find it with some effort and money. However, it was incredibly difficult to cultivate. In the current martial world, no one could master the True Dragon Palm.

Fang Wang retracted his palm and quickly went to Zhou Xue's side. She lay in a pool of blood beneath her, a tragic sight.

"A martial artist's True Qi can't kill him. Find a way to get this poison onto his wounds... use poison to wear him down..."

Before Fang Wang could speak, Zhou Xue propped herself up, her voice trembling. She then took out a small paper packet from her embrace.

Fang Wang didn't take it. Instead, he asked, "If True Qi can't kill him, can it at least injure him?"

Zhou Xue frowned. "Of course, it can. He's merely a cultivator in the Qi Nurturing Realm. It's just that it's difficult for me right now..."

Before she could finish, a deafening roar came from behind, followed by a gale.

Fang Wang narrowed his eyes and looked. Zhou Xue also turned her head. They saw thick black mist rising from the ruins, followed by a black banner soaring into the sky. Debris and wood chips floated around it, and the faint outlines of ghosts could be seen.

As the black banner ascended, the Daoist priest shakily rose. His hair was disheveled, his body covered in blood, and his robes tattered. He looked utterly pathetic. The exposed wounds were oozing black blood uncontrollably. He stared fixedly at Fang Wang, roaring, "Mortal, how dare you injure me!"

After being struck by the True Dragon Palm, he was completely certain that Fang Wang was not a cultivator at all, but merely a martial artist!

Being injured by a mere mortal martial artist filled the Daoist priest with immense shame. Enraged, he strode forward, the black banner hovering above his head moving with him. Eerie cries of ghosts and wolves emanated from it, plunging the Fang Manor into terror under the night sky.

"That's the Soul Burning Banner! Don't let its ghostly energy touch you, or your soul will be snatched away, and you'll be at its mercy!"

Zhou Xue gritted her teeth, her voice urgent. At the same time, she racked her brain, trying to devise a countermeasure.

"And you, you vile girl, what poison did you sprinkle on me? Very well, I will repay you a hundredfold!" The Daoist priest glared venomously at Zhou Xue. His body trembled, and his wounds continued to ooze poisonous blood. He was clearly enduring pain beyond imagining.

Fang Wang looked at the priest's unsteady steps, his eyes turning extremely dangerous. He slowly raised his right hand.

"The fact that you can be injured by a mortal proves you are also just a mortal."

Fang Wang taunted, his voice loud, intensifying the killing intent in the Daoist priest's eyes.

The Daoist priest said coldly, "Very well. I won't let you die easily. I will skin you, pull out your tendons, and torment your soul, and then..."

As he spoke, he approached Fang Wang and Zhou Xue. But before he could finish, Fang Wang suddenly raised his right index and middle fingers, brought them together, and pointed them at the Daoist priest as if they were a sword, from a distance.

The Daoist priest sneered. Then, his pupils suddenly contracted. He instinctively turned his head. He saw the sword that had been repelled and fallen to the ground suddenly shoot up from the ground, transforming into a cold glint. It attacked with a speed imperceptible to mortal eyes.

The heavily injured Daoist priest had no time to dodge.

Bang—

The sword struck the Daoist priest from behind his head, shattering his skull. The sword light flashed and then flew to Fang Wang, stopping in front of him and hovering in the air. Then, it quickly rotated its body, the hilt pointing towards Fang Wang's right hand, as if it were alive.

Zhou Xue stared blankly at this scene. The people of the Fang Manor watching from afar stared at Fang Wang's sword, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost, utterly dumbfounded.

The Fang Manor fell silent!