Purple-gold radiance shot forth.
Fuchen's body fell at the sound. His upper half exploded like an overripe watermelon, flesh and blood flying everywhere. His lower half swayed twice before finally giving out and crashing heavily to the ground. Blood rapidly spread, staining the bluestone slabs red.
Morning Mausoleum stood frozen in place, warm droplets of blood splashed across his face. His pupils contracted violently as his voice trembled. "Th-this—how could this be—"
The two Shan Mountain Immortal Sect disciples traveling with him were likewise aghast, their bodies rigid.
The He Family's second young lady and the white-haired, rosy-cheeked old man beside her also wore looks of shock, unable to believe it.
A Shan Mountain Immortal Sect disciple had actually perished here?
Who had acted?
Your gaze shifted slightly, and you saw a figure drift down into the courtyard.
La Shiwu stared blankly at the newcomer. "Grandpa—why are you here?"
Elder Fei gave you a deep look and nodded slightly, then gently stroked La Shiwu's head.
The next moment, the aura around him erupted with a boom, rising level after level. He passed Spirit Stabilization and Body Sculpting Realm in succession, entering the Dao Embryo Realm!
Blazing, pure vital energy swept through the courtyard. The old man, who had seemed slightly stooped before, appeared to have shed his mortal shell and exchanged his bones, his vigor flourishing like the rising morning sun.
That ordinary old man who held a dry tobacco pipe all day long now revealed the true bearing of an immortal cultivator.
Morning Mausoleum was the first to recover. His voice quivered. "Y-you, Senior... could you be an expert of the Taihua Sect?"
Elder Fei slowly nodded. "Go back and tell your elders: the one who killed him was Fei Yin."
Morning Mausoleum swept his gaze over Junior Brother