Fang Yu: I Really Was Too Fast!

"Are you saying that man had a rare treasure on him?"

Inside a pavilion, the Daoist in blue patterns raised a brow after hearing his companion's report, his expression thoughtful.

"Most likely. From what he said, it seemed that once that man died, everything he had would belong to him."

The speaker was a man in yellow. The immortal cultivators who had disappeared around Tainan Mountain during this period had all fallen victim to them.

Besides him and the blue-patterned Daoist, there was one more person, but that person was currently watching the Five Friends of Mount Meng and Fang Yu's group, monitoring their every move.

"Everything he had... It seems that man truly does possess a treasure. This Daoist said it before—given the status of the Five Friends of Mount Meng, if that man had nothing special about him, why would they bring a mere fourth-level Qi Refinement fellow to the Tainan Gathering?"

"Still, that man's spiritual root aptitude is truly terrible. He is only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement. I just wonder what treasure he has on him that could make the Five Friends of Mount Meng so tempted."

The blue-patterned Daoist spoke with a fiery gleam in his eyes.

"But then, what about those people?"

The man in yellow asked another question.

"It doesn't matter. Compared to the treasure on that man, what do those few people amount to? Just find some excuse to send them away."

The blue-patterned Daoist naturally understood what the man in yellow meant and answered without concern.

"Alright, then I'll go make preparations."

Seeing this, the man in yellow said nothing more and turned to leave.

"Do not disappoint this Daoist."

A heated smile appeared on the blue-patterned Daoist's face as he muttered to himself.

At the same time, Fang Yu was in his room familiarizing himself with the magical artifact he had just acquired: a silver-white short blade. Spiritual light shimmered brightly across its blade, marking it as something extraordinary.

It was a top-grade magical artifact called the Barrier-Breaking Blade, and it was exceptionally formidable. When used by a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refinement or above, it could break through the defenses of top-grade magical artifacts or cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Realm.

With the three great martial arts techniques and talismans on his person, he would have the strength to fight even a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator. If they were the slightest bit careless, they could even be killed in return.

"I hope you won't disappoint me!"

As a young master of the Fang Family, Fang Yu was naturally proficient in all eighteen weapons. It was only a short blade—even if it was a magical artifact—and after the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he had mastered its use. He tucked it back into his sleeve, ready to strike like a sword from his sleeve and draw it at any time.

After closing his eyes and thinking it over, Fang Yu finally relaxed once he found no loopholes. He waited for tomorrow's good show to begin.

This road had gotten awfully narrow!

The night passed without incident, and the Tainan Gathering finally reached its end. Starting from the morning of the next day, many immortal cultivators began leaving the valley one after another, and the number of people within the valley suddenly dropped by nearly half.

By the afternoon, several older senior experts appeared in the square. After offering some encouraging and praising words, they announced the formal end of the Tainan Gathering. Qingyan the True Person was among them.

At once, the remaining immortal cultivators drifted away, either in groups of three or five, or like lone geese flying alone.

At that moment, Meng Shan the First suddenly gave an order.

"Third, Fourth, Fifth, Second and I will take Brother Fang Yu to see an old friend. He has ties with an immortal cultivation sect. With his recommendation, it will be easier for Brother Fang Yu to enter an immortal cultivation sect. It is just that the journey is a little far, and not along the way. You should go on ahead and wait for us at the Ascension Conference."

Upon hearing this, Meng Shan the Third, the man in blue, glanced at Fang Yu. His gaze held some concern, but even more warning.

Yet Fang Yu's reply immediately made his expression turn rather ugly.

"Alright. Then I'll trouble you two."

Fang Yu nodded in thanks.

"It's nothing. Brother Fang Yu, you are too polite."

Meng Shan the First was slightly startled, then smiled.

"That's right, Brother Fang Yu is far too polite."

Meng Shan the Second, the man in yellow robes, also smiled and nodded. His gaze toward Fang Yu gained several traces of heat.

"Brother Fang Yu, are you sure you want to go? Then be careful along the way."

Seeing this, Meng Shan the Third could only force a smile and offer a reminder.

"Don't worry, Third Brother. Just wait for me at the Ascension Conference."

This was Fang Yu's final warning.

Unfortunately, Meng Shan the First and Meng Shan the Second, the man in yellow robes, seemingly failed to catch his meaning. Their smiles remained unchanged as they echoed him.

"Brother Fang Yu is right. Just wait for us at the Ascension Conference."

"Alright. Big Brother, we understand. Hurry and get on the road. Remember to take good care of Brother Fang Yu."

At that moment, Meng Shan the Fourth also spoke up in agreement.

"That's right, Big Brother. Remember to look after Fang Yu on the road. He is only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement, after all."

Meng Shan the Fifth could not help reminding him as well.

"Certainly, certainly. It is getting late, so we will be on our way first."

Meng Shan the First nodded without hesitation, agreeing to every word.

He then took out a red fork, a mid-grade magical artifact over a zhang long. After pouring true essence and spiritual power into it, he enlarged it several times over, pulled Fang Yu up with him, and flew onto it.

Meng Shan the Second followed close behind. The three then stood upon the great red fork and shot toward the mountains beyond.

"Big Brother's Heavenly Flight Fork is probably not much inferior even to a high-grade magical artifact."

Meng Shan the Fifth said, her beautiful eyes brimming with envy.

"Don't worry, Fifth Sister. Once I save up enough spirit stones, I'll buy one for you."

Meng Shan the Fourth quickly said with a smile.

"Mm, thank you, Fourth Brother."

Meng Shan the Fifth's bright eyes lit up as she smiled beautifully.

"Hehe, Fifth Sister, you're too polite."

Meng Shan the Fourth scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Alright, let's go!"

Meng Shan the Third's usual smile vanished as he spoke in a flat tone.

There was a trace of sorrow in his eyes, though it was impossible to tell for whom.

At the same time, Fang Yu, standing in the middle of the red Heavenly Flight Fork, turned his head and glanced at Meng Shan the Second. Seeing the barely concealed urgency and excitement in his expression, Fang Yu sighed.

"Are you two planning to seize my body so that you can obtain the lightning-attribute variant spiritual root on me?"

Before his words had even faded, Meng Shan the First and Meng Shan the Second's expressions changed with a swish. Especially Meng Shan the Second, the man in yellow robes—just as a fierce glint flashed through his eyes and he prepared to make his move—

Suddenly, a cold silver flash streaked before his eyes. It was the last color he ever saw. Then darkness utterly swallowed his vision, and his breath vanished completely as he plunged straight down like a kite with its string cut.

"Second!"

Meng Shan the First, who had been controlling the red Heavenly Flight Fork, sensed the sudden change behind him and let out a howl of agony, but it had not yet ended.

As a dazzling silver flash streaked past his neck, his vision too abruptly went black. Then his body and head separated, leaving him dead without an intact corpse.

In an instant, the Heavenly Flight Fork, having lost both control and its infusion of true essence and spiritual power, lost all momentum and fell straight down along with Meng Shan the First.

Seeing this, a green talisman appeared before Fang Yu's chest. A zhang-wide green dragon whirlwind emerged and wrapped around him, lowering him slowly to the ground.

The Heavenly Flight Talisman! He had obtained it from Han Yunzhi.

Thus, the grudge between Fang Yu and Meng Shan the First and Meng Shan the Second was completely settled, leaving not the slightest entanglement behind.

All of this had taken only a few short breaths.

It could only be said that Fang Yu had struck far too fast!