A Three-Tribulation Immortal's Head Falls

Before everyone's eyes, amid the ruins of the high platform, one stood upright while one lay flat.

Fang Shu's expression was calm. Holding the Long-Tongue Sword, he stood on tiptoe atop a stake. Only his aura was slightly disordered, and he had expended some of his vital energy and blood.

But anyone sharp-eyed enough to draw close would discover that he had not suffered the slightest injury.

As for Luo Erlang, lying on the ground, his wounds were continuing to worsen even now, eroded by Fang Shu's poison arts.

Seeing everyone around them standing dumbfounded and no one stepping forward in time, Fang Shu frowned and called out to Luo Dalang and the others:

"Come save him quickly. Feed him antidote pills, treat his wounds, and purge the poison. Otherwise, if you delay and leave behind hidden complications, do not come blaming Fang."

The moment his words fell, everyone around them came back to their senses, and a burst of uproar erupted at once:

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Seven Fragrance Tower Master and the others were the first to flush red with excitement and clap as they cheered:

"I knew Immortal Master Fang Shu was formidable! Worthy indeed of being a high disciple of the Solitary Gu Hall!"

The Seven Fragrance Tower Master was especially delighted. She repeatedly called to the tower's attendants, "Quickly wrap up the talisman money. Send it all to the Solitary Gu Hall for Immortal Master Fang Shu later."

Amid the joyous atmosphere, only Xiang Xingwu's expression seemed somewhat unnatural, with a trace of listlessness.

For some reason, although Fang Shu had won the duel for her family's tavern, she had no desire to praise or flatter him.

Watching her mother and sisters rejoicing around her, Xiang Xingwu murmured in a low voice:

"As a disciple