All Are Ants Within the Game, Yet a True Immortal Stands Above

The sword in Fan Yuan's hand was clearly as ordinary as could be.

The sword was rough, the edge was not finely finished, and there were even raw forging marks on the corners. By all accounts, it did not look like a divine Sharp Weapon.

Yet, this very sword holds unspeakable mysteries.

I was mesmerized after just one glance.

When he came to his senses, Zhou Buqi was already a headless corpse.

This scene alone sent chills down Huo Qingyang and Shen He's spines. They dared not confront him directly and could only flee in panic.

But it's too slow.

Although Fan Yuan was of the same rank as the other two, his talent was always superior.

Now that he has mastered that technique, his True Qi flows continuously, and his footwork is as fast as the wind. In just a few leaps, he has caught up with Huo Qingyang.

Huo Qingyang felt a sudden gust of wind behind him, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

Just as I was about to turn around, the cold light had already fallen.

Pfft!

A head flew into the air.

Meanwhile, Shen He, who was fleeing in panic, felt something crash down on him from afar.

It's a round thing.

With a "thump," it rolled twice before finally coming to a stop.

Shen He subconsciously looked down.

It was Huo Qingyang's head.

Those eyes were still open, the lingering terror within them still present; it was truly pitiful.

Shen He looked down and felt a sudden emptiness in his mind.

How so?

It was clearly three Ninth Level of Cultivators surrounding and killing one person.

It should have been a sure thing.

But within a few breaths, Zhou Buqi died, and Huo Qingyang also died.

That's completely wrong.

That shouldn't have happened at all.

What he found even Dharma Manifestation was—

The seemingly rough and ordinary sword in Fan Yuan's hand was actually able to break through the Cultivator's True Qi and directly sever the flesh.

How is that possible?

The biggest difference between Cultivator and Martial Practitioner lies in that layer of True Qi protecting their bodies, isn't it?

If True Qi is useless...

Then what's the difference between me and ordinary people?

Thinking of this, Shen He's breathing became erratic.

Behind them, the footsteps, crunching over gravel and bloodstains, were slowly approaching, growing ever closer.

One time.

One time.

It felt like stepping on his heart.

Finally, a chill rushed up to Shen He's head, and he could no longer care about anything else, so he turned around abruptly.

Fan Yuan, carrying a sword, was walking towards him step by step.

Those eyes were as cold as if they were looking at a dead person.

"This is impossible..."

Shen He's voice trembled, as if he were questioning Fan Yuan, or as if he were desperately trying to convince himself.

"How could any weapon in the world possibly break through my True Qi!"

"I see."

It's an illusion.

He stared intently at the sword in Fan Yuan's hand, the fear in his eyes gradually twisting into an almost manic obsession.

"That sword can confuse a person's Divine Soul; everything they see is an illusion!"

"Zhou Buqi is like that, and so is Huo Qingyang."

"It's all fake, it's all fake!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Seeing Shen He's almost out-of-control state, Fan Yuan did not rush to make a move.

He glanced down at the longsword in his hand, his fingertips slowly stroking the blade, a hint of deep reverence appearing in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you."

"If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have known that the sword the gentleman gave me was so powerful."

"With this sword in hand, so-called Cultivator are nothing more than fish on a chopping board to me."

Shen He's face turned pale; he finally understood completely.

Sure enough, there was someone standing behind Fan Yuan.

Moreover, it was a far more terrifying entity than they imagined.

But he no longer had time to think about who that person was.

The most important thing right now is to survive.

Shen He forced himself to steady himself, managed a stiff smile, and looked at Fan Yuan.

"Brother Fan."

"In the end, there's really no blood feud between us, is there?"

"Now you know how to plead for mercy?"

Fan Yuan interrupted him with a single sentence.

He stared at Shen He, his gaze as cold as ice.

"We two certainly don't have any past grievances like those against Zhou Buqi."

"But those who always stand at the very back, absolving themselves completely, and then conveniently kick someone when they're down—"

"Isn't it you?"

Shen He's expression changed.

The hand hidden in the sleeve had already quietly tensed up.

His internal True Qi circulated silently, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

But the next moment.

Fan Yuan suddenly sheathed his sword.

Clang.

The sound of the sword returning to its sheath was exceptionally clear in the Deathly Stillness mountain valley.

Shen He was taken aback.

Even the disciples of Soaring Tower and Zhou Heng, who were holding their breath in the distance, were stunned.

Fan Yuan looked at him, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Rest assured."

I won't kill you.

Instead of feeling relieved, Shen He's heart sank.

Really.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Fan Yuan say, word by word:

"I want to use your voice to shout to the entire Soaring Tower!"

Zhou Heng stood aside until he saw the departing figures of the people from Soaring Tower before he finally came to his senses.

He glanced into the distance, then at Fan Yuan, and couldn't help but speak:

"Master, are we just going to let him go like this?"

Zhou Heng is straightforward and doesn't have many hidden agendas.

In his view, since they had already started fighting, they should settle their scores and avenge their grievances.

If the other party doesn't want the master to leave, then the master has no obligation to let the other party leave.

Fan Yuan turned his gaze away from the distance and glanced at him.

"Otherwise what?"

"What, you still want to kill him?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heng quickly waved his hand.

"Master, please don't talk nonsense. I've never killed anyone before."

"I just feel... that guy clearly wanted to harm you, and letting him go back now just doesn't feel right."

Fan Yuan snorted softly after hearing this.

"What does a little brat like you know?"

"You're only thinking about venting your anger right now."

"I'm thinking about what will happen next."

Zhou Heng was taken aback.

Fan Yuan led him back to the tiger carcass, stopping a short distance from the tree branch.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Buqi's head rolling to the ground.

Fan Yuan lowered his eyelids slightly and clicked his tongue inwardly.

That old man got off easy.

Fifty years ago, he would have loved to skin Zhou Buqi alive and tear him apart, making him wish he were dead.

He was dealt a quick death with a single sword strike, which was indeed too lenient of him.

After withdrawing his gaze, Fan Yuan spoke calmly:

"The news has already spread."

"The reason only a few have arrived so far is because Soaring Tower has kept the news quiet and wants to monopolize the fortuitous opportunity."

That's why they were in such a hurry.

"But if we leave them all here today, things will get out of control."

"At that time, don't even mention me, you won't be able to enjoy your peaceful life either."

"So now, cooperation is the best option."

Zhou Heng was completely confused and scratched his head while holding his sword.

"No, Master, what does this have to do with me?"

Fan Yuan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He silently responded in his heart.

Of course they are related.

It's not just you.

It has connections throughout the entire Willow Creek Town.

Because Exiled Immortal has emerged from this town.

Thinking of this, Fan Yuan's eyes darkened slightly.

He knew perfectly well what the people at Soaring Tower wanted.

Fortuitous opportunity.

A glimmer of hope that allows them to keep moving forward.

Since that's the case.

Let's give them a fortuitous opportunity.

The cultivation method inside the Jade Pendant was just right.

It would be a lie to say I didn't feel bad about handing it over like that.

But if it's for the sake of my husband, then it's worth it.

Fan Yuan knew all too well what kind of people those were at Soaring Tower.

If they truly obtain fortuitous opportunity, they will never share it with others, much less let anyone know.

This will only make the news even more tightly covered up and the area even more heavily sealed off.

In this way, both the tiger carcass and the tree branch will eventually become legends that are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Fan Yuan felt he had planned everything out.

Although cooperating with Soaring Tower was a last resort, it was able to completely suppress this storm.

In this way, the gentleman would not need to know, nor would he be involved in these trivial matters in the slightest.

But what he didn't know was...

Qin Wangchuan had already seen through all of this.