Chapter 91 You should go and accompany them.

"Do they know each other?" one of the cultivators wondered, clearly puzzled.

The Heavenly Southern Sect cultivators looked at one another, confused. Why would someone like Zhou Yiseng recognize a mortal warrior?

When Fang Chen got close to Zhou Yiseng, he stopped in his tracks and asked, "You recognize me?"

"Of course I do.” Zhou Yiseng sneered. “After all, five years ago, Spirit Blood Sect was able to refine six Blood Spirit Pills in one go all thanks to you," he said. "Unfortunately for you, you’ll die by my hand without understanding what that even means. The gap between us is just too big. In the eyes of mortals, you are the Divine General of Grand Xia, but in my eyes, you’re just a pawn, a pawn that I can use anytime I want."

Fang Chen only smiled. "So you really can't make a move right now."

Zhou Yiseng squinted slightly. "What do you mean?"

Fang Chen chuckled. "If you were able to make a move, you would have dealt with me long ago instead of running your mouth.” Fang Chen glanced at the sprawled cultivators briefly, then turned to Zhou Yiseng again. “They were right. Now that you’re condensing your ninth immortal vein, you can’t do anything; if you make a move right now, you will fail in condensing your immortal vein, losing the opportunity to advance to the ninth level of Qi Refining Realm."

Surprise flashed in Zhou Yiseng's eyes; the fact that Fang Chen used such terms meant that he had a good understanding of cultivation. How did a martial artist like him know such things?

Fang Chen's smile grew as he slowly raised his palm. "I can sense you’re confused. But unfortunately for you, you’ll die without understanding anything.”

It was then that a Heavenly Southern Sect cultivator interjected. "Little Brother! Since you have some understanding of cultivation, leave this place quickly and pass on the message for us!" he anxiously yelled. "You are simply not his opponent. No matter what you've got under your sleeve, you simply won't be able to break his spiritual energy barrier!"

Zhou Yiseng's lips curled upward. "He's right; you can't harm me. Even though I can't deal with you now, I’ll seek you out after I complete my breakthrough. I will find you in the capital city and I’ll kill you. Your family won’t be able to avoid their fate of death either. I will suck their essence blood one by one, in front of you. You’ll watch in hopelessness and despair as I kill them one after the other. That moment will haunt you even in death!” Zhou Yiseng taunted.

Fang Chen chuckled. "I’ve already sent Xu Hui on his way. The same goes for Granny Jinhua. Oh, right, Daoist Xue was the first to die.” The dragon truncheon appeared in Fang Chen’s hand. “You should head over and accompany them.”

As he said that, the dragon truncheon came crashing down at Zhou Yiseng’s head.

Zhou Yiseng was so shocked by what he had heard, he momentarily didn’t realize the impending danger.

Xu Hui and Granny Jinhua were dead?

After his initial shock, he was snapped out of his reverie by a terrifying aura that had suddenly assaulted him, coming from the dragon truncheon.

One, two, three...

Twelve Soul Imprints! Fang Chen actually possessed a treasure like that!

It was too late for Zhou Yiseng to react, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out in an attempt to protect him. Unfortunately, the moment the dragon truncheon came into contact with the barrier, it shattered like glass.

There was no suspense whatsoever; the dragon truncheon slammed into Zhou Yiseng’s skull, and his entire body crumbled into ash; his eight fully-formed immortal veins and the yet-to-be-formed ninth immortal vein shattered one after another.

The spiritual energy he had absorbed rushed out from his body and returned to heaven and earth, and a lonely sword clanged to the ground where Zhou Yiseng stood.

The only thing that remained of his presence was his lingering aura.

The red light enveloping the Heavenly Southern Sect cultivators disappeared without a trace along with Zhou Yiseng's ashes. Despite being free, none of them snapped out of their daze as they stared blankly at Fang Chen.

A peak-tier Qi Refining Realm cultivator, who was about to advance into the ninth stage, was killed by a mere Qi Core Stage martial artist!

"A treasure with twelve Soul Imprints...! Even in our Heavenly Southern Sect, there are not many of them...." someone muttered softly.

Fang Chen furrowed his brows slightly.

Does he not even have a storage ring?

It seemed that storage rings were indeed scarce in the cultivation world.

Fang Chen picked up the long sword on the ground and chucked it into his storage ring before turning to the seven cultivators from the Heavenly Southern Sect. "Are you all okay?"

"We don’t have long to live, fellow cultivator; our blood essence has been completely drained.” With one of the last breaths he had in his body, the dying cultivator weakly placed a jade slip at his side. “Here... I’ve recorded everything in detail in this jade slip. I hope you can bring this back to the Heavenly Southern Sect in the Flame Country. We will be deeply grateful...” With that, the cultivator’s eyes began to slowly shut, and all signs of vitality left his body as he said that last sentence. His head slowly lolled to the side, limp.

Before long, his companions followed suit, one by one, all breathing their last.

"So... be it." Fang Chen murmured softly.

He would’ve been in a sticky spot if they hadn't died; they had seen his dragon truncheon and knew he killed Zhou Yiseng. This was for the better.

With that, Fang Chen cleaned up the place and dumped everything into his storage ring. Then, he dug up a large hole and buried the cultivators from Heavenly Southern Sect.

“This place will surely be covered in lush greenery in the future," Fang Chen said to himself before turning to leave.

The spiritual energy that would escape from their corpses will cause significant changes to the region.

Four hours later.

Heavenly Sword Villa.

With a gentle swish of Fang Chen’s sleeve, the contents of the storage ring appeared and sprawled on the ground before him.

The first item that caught his attention was Zhou Yiseng’s sword; it contained eight Soul Imprints. This was a decent treasure, and it could fetch a good sum of spirit stones. Of course, Fang Chen could also keep it for himself.

The next thing that caught his attention were the belongings of the disciples of the Heavenly Southern Sect. They had close to 200 low-grade spirit stones in total, and there were several scriptures added to the mix as well.

These cultivation manuals were what Fang Chen needed right now.

"One must not easily trust others in the cultivation world..." Fang Chen reflected.

He gained a lot of wealth just by going through this whole ordeal. He had over four hundred low-grade spirit stones at the moment. If he traded the treasures for even more spirit stones, he would be able to amass quite a fortune.

Fang Chen picked up a scripture and flipped through it. "Purple Qi Manual... My parents can give this a try.”

This was a technique of the righteous path, unlike the Spirit Blood Art, which was a demonic technique.

Fang Chen then picked up the two other manuals. "Fireball Technique? Ice Arrow Technique?" The Fireball Technique looked pretty similar to what Granny Jinhua had practiced. It seemed like the Fireball Technique in general was a pretty common technique in the cultivation world.

"I can try practicing the Fireball Technique and Ice Arrow Technique when I return."

After returning everything back to his storage ring, Fang Chen took out some talisman paper and started crafting Purple Lightning Talismans. To him, crafting talismans was a process of cultivation.

The next morning.

Jue Panshi came to consult Fang Chen, hoping to gain some pointers and analyze where the culprit who had exterminated the Heavenly Sword Villa could possibly be.

"Oh, he’s already dead," said Fang Chen offhandedly.

"He’s dead?!" Jue Panshi gasped in fright. It had only been a single night! The culprit who wiped out the Heavenly Sword Villa had already died in Divine General Fang’s hands! Jue Panshi found it hard to believe.

"Yes.” Fang Chen nodded. “That’s why, I’ll be leaving today. Chief Constable Yuan and the others will remain with you and help you govern the Immortal Prefecture. There are several small sects who bully and suppress the commoners because they possess a few martial artists. This cannot be allowed to go on," Fang Chen said calmly.