Immortal's Mansion of Eternal Life

The morning mist in the Biqu Country was mingled with the scent of sandalwood and blood. Fang Yu squatted on a willow tree by the moat, his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan through the crowd, clearly seeing the pregnancy test tags hanging from the waists of the city guards. "Hurry up!" The city gate officer kicked the leg of a pregnant woman who was being examined. "The Imperial Advisor is waiting for today's medicinal herbs!" In modern times, a pregnant woman who wouldn't even use a postpartum care center costing 30,000 a month would have her bamboo basket roughly ripped open, revealing a baby boy wrapped in swaddling clothes. The guard skillfully lifted the baby's legs, nodded in satisfaction after seeing the baby. "It's a boy, not bad, we can exchange him for some 'kindness money'." Hearing the soldier's words from afar, Fang Yu felt a wave of disdain. Kindness money? Why not call it Blackheart money? The pregnant woman's expression, however, was slightly worried, and at a glance, it was clear that she was reluctant to part with her child. It was obvious that the Biqu Country had issued a policy: families with sons who didn't voluntarily hand them over would face a massive army raid. Just as the pregnant woman was about to see her newborn son being taken away, "Pfft!" A bloody hole suddenly exploded between the guard's eyebrows! The baby boy was caught by an invisible force as he fell, flying steadily back into the pregnant woman's arms. Before anyone could react, three archers on the city wall had their throats pierced simultaneously, plunging from the crenellations into the moat! "Enemy attack!!!" The warning gong had barely sounded halfway when the soldier holding it was pierced through the chest by his own sword! Twelve guards died in quick succession within five breaths, their deaths bizarre, as if they were all possessed. "What a monster!" The city gate officer slumped to the ground, a foul-smelling liquid seeping from his crotch. Fang Yu, mixed in with the crowd, sneered. The Mangekyō Sharingan was an absolute weapon of mass destruction against these ordinary people; even Liu Tao couldn't withstand it. "One thousand one hundred and eleven." Fang Yu tore down the Wanted Poster posted on the city wall, which clearly stated the reward terms for collecting male infants. Three catties of brown rice and a catty of cabbage? What a "blessing"! The floor tiles of the Imperial Pharmacy were soaked in a brownish-red hue. Thirty bronze cauldrons bubbled and bubbled, each with a small mountain of white skulls piled around it. Fang Yu stood on the roof beam, watching the imperial physicians grind some kind of purple crystal into powder. "This batch of heart's blood must be presented before dusk today." The chief imperial physician wiped his jade knife. "If His Majesty takes it ninety more times, he will be able to attain immortality with the Imperial Advisor!" After the imperial physician left, Fang Yu went to the iron cage in the corner. There were still more than a dozen pregnant women locked inside. Their swollen bellies were marked with numbers, obviously registered. Those numbers probably indicated that they were nearing their due date. Fang Yu couldn't help but wonder, how could this person be so beastly? How many family photos were in their backpack? Weren't they afraid of divine retribution? As he was lost in thought, someone came up behind him. With a leap, he returned to the roof beam. "The Grand Tutor said to remove the unborn fetuses from these pregnant women's wombs. Hurry!" "Boom!" Fang Yu's violent chakra erupted uncontrollably! Thirty medicine cauldrons exploded simultaneously, the scalding liquid drenching the eunuchs in the room, leaving them with raw, bleeding skin! Fang Yu appeared like a demon in the blood mist, stomping on the kneecap of the nearest imperial physician. "Speak! Where is the King?" The physician, clutching his broken leg, wailed, "In the Star-Plucking Tower!" His screams abruptly ceased. "Very good." Black and red lightning began to crackle around Fang Yu. "Today I will demolish this man-eating Royal Palace!" The glazed tiles of the Star-Plucking Tower gleamed Bloody Light in the setting sun. The King leaned against a gilded couch, enjoying the dance performed by the palace maids. These young girls, dressed in revealing clothing, could barely stand, yet they were still performing for the beastly King on the stage. The king, amazed, grabbed a concubine beside him and tore open her clothes: "My beloved concubine, let me see your heart too." "Bang!" A huge hole suddenly appeared in the Rooftop! Fang Yu, enveloped in lightning, crashed into the hall, shattering all the Golden Brick within three zhang of his landing point! "Protect the king!" The eunuch's shrill voice changed. The twelve silver-armored guards, having just drawn their swords, found their arms severed at the elbow! One guard tried to block with his shield, only to be cleaved in two, shield and all! Fang Yu pierced through the concubine's head with a Dodon Ray. He shook his head. "Not that vixen after all? Is she sleeping with the White Deer Imperial Father-in-law?" The king couldn't hear the assassin's mutterings. He rolled off the soft couch, screaming, "Imperial Advisor, save me!" His cries turned into sobs, as Fang Yu had already grabbed him by the neck, dragged him out, and lifted him into the air. His frail body kicked wildly, and his jeweled crown tumbled to the ground. "Do you know how much pain those children felt when their hearts were ripped out?" Fang Yu's voice was colder than eternal ice. "Now it's your turn." "No, no!" the king struggled, his eyes rolling back. "I can appoint you as my Imperial Advisor, build you a shrine, and if all else fails, I can even give you my beloved concubine! Ah!" His promises turned into screams, for Fang Yu's left hand had already pierced his chest! Amidst the horrified gazes of the entire hall, Fang Yu slowly pulled out the enormous heart, oil dripping from between his fingers. "So the tyrant's heart," Fang Yu stared at the still twitching organ in his hand, "Is also red." Splat! The moment his fingers closed, the entire heart exploded into a bloody mist! The king's corpse slammed onto the dragon throne like a broken sack, overturning the gilded incense burner. Scalding hot ash splattered onto his unseeing face, sizzling and burning. Fang Yu flicked the blood from his hands and turned to look outside the hall! A terrifying surge of Demonic Aura was emanating from there, clearly indicating that the true mastermind had finally become restless. But Fang Yu wouldn't give them a chance. He activated Flying Thunder God Technique, vanishing from his spot, leaving only a few terrified young girls behind. At the gates of the Biqu Country, Fang Yu sighed. "There's too much injustice in this world. Even the gods and Buddhas don't care. With my own strength, let alone help, even self-preservation is a problem." "First, let's become disciples." On his first night, he rested in the Black Pine Forest. The campfire had just been lit when rustling sounds came from the forest. Fang Yu looked up alertly and saw a dozen or so cocoon-like objects hanging from the treetops. His Sharingan's vision allowed him to see clearly that they were human corpses wrapped in Silk, their abdomens swollen, clearly something was hatching inside. "New here?" A hoarse voice came from behind. Fang Yu whirled around and saw an old woman with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a spider! "Perfect as a snack for the children," Fang Yu said without lingering, turning and walking away. He heard the sound of Silk silk tearing through the air behind him, but his steps didn't falter. How many such monsters were there on this land? One day, he passed through a village. At a time when smoke should have been rising from chimneys, dozens of children's corpses were piled at the village entrance, each with their chests ripped open. Several dog-headed, human-bodied monsters were using wooden spoons to scoop hearts into earthenware jars. "These hearts and livers, once pickled, will be enough to offer as tribute to Great King Yellow Wind," the leader of the dog-demon grinned, bits of meat still clinging to his sharp teeth. Such tragedies played out every moment on this land. Much later, he came to an unnamed river. Countless ferrymen, dragged down by water monsters, lay asleep at the riverbed, their pale arms swaying with the current like eerie water plants. Fang Yu used chakra to walk on the water, but was still bitten on the left leg by a catfish demon that suddenly leaped out. The monster was five zhang long, with a mouth full of backward-pointing teeth, dragging him to the bottom of the river. "Get out of my way!" Fang Yu, his body crackling with electricity, swam desperately towards the opposite bank, dozens of fish monsters drawn by the scent of blood trailing behind him. When he finally reached the shore, a fist-sized chunk of flesh was missing from his left leg; the sharp teeth and claws were beyond his expectations. A few days later, he crossed Yellow Wind Ridge. Amidst the swirling yellow sand, he saw a village holding a sacrifice. The villagers were pushing a girl tied to a wooden stake towards a cliff, below which waited the Yellow Wind Monster and his demon soldiers. "Please," the girl cried heartbreakingly, "My mother is still sick!" The village chief knelt and kowtowed. "This is an offering to the Great King Yellow Wind; may it bless our village with good weather and a bountiful harvest this year." Fang Yu could no longer hold back. He rushed into the altar, his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan spinning wildly, Genjutsu controlling all the villagers. As he untied the girl's ropes, she retreated in terror, crying, "You... you'll bring disaster to our village!" A soft chuckle caught Fang Yu's attention. He Xiang Tian, where Golden Light flickered behind the clouds—a divine general patrolling the heavens! He was coldly observing everything! At that moment, Fang Yu understood completely! Killing a few demons wouldn't save the world; only by obtaining the power to overturn the order of heaven and earth could this thousand-year-old cannibalistic feast end. "Wuzhuang Temple!" Fang Yu's eyes were more resolute than ever before. "I must get to Wuzhuang Temple as soon as possible!" He stopped lingering, no longer distracted by the tragedies along the way. Whenever he saw demons harming people, he would only offer slight assistance, suppressing his anger, but his steps grew increasingly hurried. He crossed nine mountains and seven rivers; his clothes were already tattered, but the Golden Flames in his eyes burned ever brighter. At dawn on the sixtieth day, Fang Yu stood on the edge of a cliff. In the distance, amidst the sea of clouds, a celestial mountain appeared and disappeared, surrounded by rosy light and auspicious clouds. The ten large characters on the stone tablet in front of the mountain gate, "Longevity Mountain Blessed Land, Wuzhuang Temple Heaven," are clearly visible even from a hundred miles away. Finally, we have finally arrived at Wuzhuang Temple!