Chapter 7 : The Fairy’s Anger
Chapter 7: The Fairy’s Anger
Fang Chang walked to the front of Cheng Hua’s village house.
Before he could knock—
The wooden door opened first.
Cheng Hua stood there holding a sword, one hand lightly covering her chest, her expression somewhat strange.
But the moment she saw Fang Chang, she returned to her usual calm.
Her aura was still weak and disordered.
Her delicate, painting-like face lacked both color and fear.
“Someone’s coming,” she said.
“Your senior sister?”
“No.”
Fang Chang had already expected this and sighed. “So they come with ill intent.”
Cheng Hua nodded and handed over a gray-white jade token.
“They came for me. Take this and go to Canglan Mountain. Someone will lead you into the sect.”
Fang Chang accepted it, but said:
“I don’t want to save you for nothing.”
“You’re only a Qi Absorption cultivator. You have no impact on the situation.”
“And right now, you’re not even as useful as a Qi Absorption cultivator like me who has no impact on the situation.”
Cheng Hua’s words stalled.
Her face remained calm, but her neck stiffened stubbornly.
“The Stone Milk Moss is highly effective. I’ve already recovered more than half…”
Without another word, Fang Chang reached out to grab her sword.
Cheng Hua reacted quickly, brushing his hand away. But Fang Chang had only feinted—his other hand had already seized the hilt.
With a twist, he immediately knocked her slender hand aside.
Under normal circumstances, she could have sent Fang Chang flying with a single slap. But now, heavily injured and weakened, she couldn’t even hold onto her sword.
If even her personal weapon could be so easily taken, one could imagine just how poor her condition was.
“You…”
Cheng Hua’s expression changed slightly as she moved to take it back.
But Fang Chang immediately returned the sword to her, quickly placating her.
“The Stone Milk Moss has mild medicinal effects. How could it work so fast? Don’t push yourself.”
“You saved my life, yet I’ve dragged you into such a situation. What kind of person would that make me?”
“You really are nagging.”
“And you—are you really so determined to save me?”
Fang Chang couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
Wasn’t she supposed to be detached and free of desires?
Yet when she became stubborn, she was no less than anyone else!
At this moment—
A trace of bloody wind suddenly drifted past.
Both of them turned their heads at the same time and saw, at the village entrance, an old woman wrapped in a blood-red robe.
The old woman leaned on a cane, moving slowly, appearing aged and frail.
And yet, around such an ordinary-looking elder, the air seemed to thicken, as if glued together and impossible to tear apart.
A pressure, almost tangible, steadily increased.
The old woman’s voice was hoarse. “Cheng Hua of Canglan Mountain.”
Her words were not a question, but a statement.
As her voice fell, the sticky air around her slowly manifested into a vast blood mist, spreading yet remaining condensed.
“[Red Snow]? Above the Third Layer… and again the Blood Demon Path.”
Fang Chang clicked his tongue.
This technique originated from cloud-and-rain summoning arts. The Blood Demon Path summoned blood rain, hence the name.
Red Snow itself had no direct lethality. But anyone within it was like being inside a pill furnace—every breath contributed blood energy to the opponent.
And the accumulation of blood energy would further amplify the Blood Demon Path’s attacks.
A disgusting technique that fed into itself.
In his previous life, Fang Chang had a mutated corpse general capable of spewing solar essence flame, specifically used to counter Red Snow.
“A Third Layer Guarding the One cultivator.”
Cheng Hua glanced at him strangely. “You’re just a rogue cultivator, yet you recognize it?”
Fang Chang indeed looked like a rogue cultivator.
Where would he have received systematic training?
In the cultivation world, even information flow was not particularly smooth—let alone the intricacies of various paths and sects.
But there was no time to think further.
Cheng Hua formed a sword gesture.
She suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, but at the same time her skin flushed rapidly.
She wrapped an arm around Fang Chang’s waist and turned into a white blur, crashing straight into the forest on the mountain.
Feeling the softness of her embrace and the scenery rapidly retreating behind them—
Fang Chang laughed. “Weren’t you going to fight to the death and hold the rear?”
“You’re a stubborn ox. You insisted on tying our lives together. Saving me is the same as saving yourself.”
“So you’re not completely rigid… go that way.”
Cheng Hua dashed in the direction he pointed.
“Everyone who knows me thinks I can’t take care of myself.”
Even at such a moment,
Cheng Hua’s expression remained extremely calm, as if this were something utterly ordinary.
Fang Chang suddenly realized—
For Cheng Hua, self-preservation and repaying kindness were not difficult choices.
What she felt was not a momentary surge of responsibility, but a rule that had been taught and ingrained in her beforehand.
Like a low-intelligence Corpse Puppet—
Mechanically and crudely executing the caster’s commands.
Screech!
A thin blood line pierced through the air, instantly stabbing through Cheng Hua’s shoulder.
Losing balance, the two tumbled together, rolling as dry leaves scattered.
The smell of blood rushed into their noses, with not a trace of romantic atmosphere.
“Mm…”
Her black hair fell loose, making her face appear even paler.
Her white robes were soaked, turning into a cold, dark crimson.
Cheng Hua crushed frost-covered branches underfoot and struggled to stand.
The wound that Zhao Yuntong had pierced through her abdomen throbbed faintly. At this moment, she could barely catch her breath.
Neither of them looked back.
There were no footsteps, no breathing, no sound of clothing cutting through the wind—
Yet both knew the old woman was relentlessly pursuing them.
“The secret technique I’m using can’t last much longer… if you have any method, use it quickly.”
“I’m just a Qi Absorption cultivator with no impact on the situation. What method could I possibly have?”
Cheng Hua’s brows furrowed tightly, anger appearing on her face for the first time.
Seeing this, Fang Chang burst into laughter.
“Lend me your Spiritual Essence.”
He stood up swiftly and once again seized Cheng Hua’s sword.
With his left hand forming sword fingers wrapped in Yin Energy, he roughly inserted them into Cheng Hua’s mouth.
Cheng Hua had no time to react in shock.
A warm, fresh blood—like it had just surged from her heart meridian—was extracted.
Even though Fang Chang exercised great restraint,
She was already severely injured, and still fainted instantly.
“The Blood Demon Path follows the route of the pill path. At its root, it is called stillness; stillness is called returning to life.”
Behind them—
The blood mist of Red Snow spread, obscuring the old woman’s figure. Only the withering and decaying plants responded.
Fang Chang smeared Cheng Hua’s blood onto the blade, which emitted a faint glow.
“You treat yourselves as pill furnaces, as roots—devouring blood and essence, refining external blood into blood pills.”
“You refine blood until it dies, not flowing for fifty years, and call that stillness.”
Within the blood mist, the rustling of decaying vegetation suddenly stopped.
Fang Chang raised his eyes, paused, then smiled. “But flowing water never rots. What you call stillness—is death.”
The blood mist churned as the old woman’s figure emerged, the patterns on her robe flickering wildly.
“A mere Qi Absorption cultivator…”
Pfft!
Corpse Puppets Jia-1 and Jia-3 burst out of the ground, one in front and one behind, lunging at the old woman.
Behind her, an illusory sea of blood manifested. With a palm strike, a blood whale surged like a tide, smashing Jia-1 into powder like a collapsing mountain.
Jia-3 reached her back and detonated violently.
The explosive blast sent flesh and bone scattering everywhere. Aside from blowing her white hair into disarray, it caused no damage.
But in that instant, it blasted open the Red Snow blood mist.
Fang Chang thrust forward with his sword, a qi sword colliding against the old woman’s blood-colored barrier.
That qi sword carried Cheng Hua’s heart meridian blood—
Like a drop of hot oil poured into stagnant resin.
Instantly, the barrier softened without warning.
“What…”
The old woman’s expression changed drastically, as if struck by a whip.
Puchi!
The next moment, a pale bluish, bloodless, delicate hand appeared before her chest, freezing her in place.
From back to front—
It pierced through viciously.
Zhao Yuntong appeared behind the old woman with a ferocious grin, half her face still charmingly beautiful.
“Interesting. So the Blood Demon Path’s protective body can be broken like this…”