"What, after all that scheming and entanglement, you finally managed to establish a connection with the Peaceful Way Abbey, and now you're giving up that identity so easily?"
Three Nothing's handwriting slowly appeared on A Plea for Thirty-Six Years of Romantic Tales.
Li Fuchan still needed Three Nothing's help, so naturally, he had no intention of hiding anything from it. He smiled. "The moment the name of the Spirit Artifact 'Contrary Thunder' reached my ears, the people of the Peaceful Way Abbey lost the right to decide. They'll have to hand it over whether they want to or not."
Li Fuchan had never considered himself a good man, not to mention that Jia Hua had once schemed against him. He felt no moral qualms whatsoever about seizing the spirit artifact.
"Oh? What are you planning?"
Li Fuchan shook his head. "Just wait and see."
"I'll keep my eyes peeled."
After falling out with Jia Hua, Li Fuchan did not immediately leave the vicinity of Black Mountain.
He had only traveled a short distance toward Huaishuo Town when he encountered a wild wolf that had lost its mind.
The wolf was a full size larger than an ordinary one. It held a human head in its jaws, blood dripping from its muzzle.
Most chilling of all were its eyes: round and blue-black, with pupils that looked nothing like a beast's vertical slits. Instead, they looked like some person's eyes.
Li Fuchan's heart tightened at the sight. He summoned Light-Deceiving and cut it down with a single stroke.
The Ming Beast collapsed without so much as a whimper. The blood flowing from its wound was a dull, congealed black.
"This Ming Beast... truly is uncanny."
He bent down to inspect it and discovered that it was merely a mortal-tier Ming Beast. The