Chapter 16 : When You Are Useless, You Have No Value (Please Keep Reading, Hehe)
Chapter 16: When You Are Useless, You Have No Value
“Within the sect, there was a junior brother who fell victim to someone from the Yin-Yang Path and has yet to return. His Dao companion said exactly this.”
Cheng Hua spoke.
“Don’t underestimate the Yin-Yang Path. These people can turn from male to female, from female to male—the direction of their desires shifts, and that’s exactly what they’re best at.”
Fang Chang replied casually.
As the saying goes, the ones who understand men best are men, and the ones who understand women best are likewise women.
After years of ingrained thinking, once the gender flipped and orientation reversed, one could only imagine how effortlessly they adapted.
Frankly.
Women of the Yin-Yang Path were probably even more terrifying than those of the Desire Path.
After all, the latter aimed to harvest and supplement.
The former… drained you from the very marrow and essence—one press of the hips, and they might suck a person dry and leave them suspended in midair.
As he spoke,
Fang Chang looked toward Zhao Yuntong’s direction.
From the distant forest came continuous booming explosions.
Sand and stones flew, trees were uprooted, and all kinds of crashing sounds rang without end.
Fang Chang’s own strength somewhat limited Zhao Yuntong.
But a tomb general who had just emerged from the grave, forcibly advancing to the Fourth Realm by overdrawing strength—
It likely couldn’t compare to Zhao Yuntong’s two gold and two purple traits.
Amid the noisy chaos before the temple,
a faint humming vibration suddenly mixed in.
It sounded like a flute, blended with the wind, and finally turned into a woman’s shout.
Cheng Hua was heavily injured,
but her cultivation remained. She reacted instantly, turning back with a sword strike.
Clang!
The sparks that burst forth mixed with the blood Cheng Hua spat out.
Fang Chang caught her soft body, the scent of blood and feminine fragrance entering his nose at the same time.
He transformed into cloud-like qi and pulled back to create distance.
Ahead,
a graceful figure in snow-white robes slowly descended.
Cui Wenxi held the dried head of the abbot of One Lamp Temple. Black qi coiled around her face; her eyes were vacant, yet her killing intent was chilling.
Her gaze paused,
locking onto Cheng Hua, filled with grief.
“Junior sister... junior sister, why must your aptitude be so good?”
Fang Chang laughed in exasperation.
“Alright, alright, a mere One Lamp Temple instance, and two Fourth Realm cultivators both fail, is that it?”
“It’s Gu insects, the same as the Gu Path methods inside my sachet.”
Cheng Hua said.
Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her face pale like a Yin Corpse, yet her tone carried a trace of relief and pride.
“So, you guessed wrong. It wasn’t senior sister.”
“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear her? She’s jealous of you.”
Fang Chang glanced at the bald monk’s head in Cui Wenxi’s hand.
Cheng Hua was right—this small boss had the ability to disturb the mind, but once dead, the effect vanished immediately and wouldn’t persist until now.
Most likely, the abbot’s mind-disrupting ability was just the fuse.
The Gu Path method—that was the main act.
“Buzz—”
A burst of radiance suddenly descended before them.
Fang Chang grasped Cheng Hua’s sword-holding hand.
The sword light he activated collided with the radiance, sharp energies clashing violently.
Cheng Hua spat out another mouthful of blood.
Was this woman made of blood?
The two of them were blasted back several zhang.
Cheng Hua felt all the strength in her body drained, though fortunately her origin was firmly protected by the medicinal power of Stone Milk Moss.
“Senior sister is a Sitting in Forgetfulness cultivator. I must be one as well.”
“You want to break through in the middle of battle?”
“I have a secret technique, but I need to borrow your Tai Sui flesh.”
“It was meant for you anyway.”
“I only have one sword strike. After that, I will fall back again...”
Cheng Hua pushed Fang Chang away with a palm.
In an instant, she forcibly refined a piece of Tai Sui red flesh in her hand.
What followed
was a surge in spiritual essence and cultivation.
Her jade-like bones shone, her skin brighter than snow. As her autumn-water-like eyes opened and closed, her bearing and aura completely transformed.
Her skirt fluttered in the gale, revealing straight and smooth legs.
She tilted her head slightly, her three thousand strands of black hair brushing her cheeks, like a lone white crane—already possessing the bearing of an immortal.
Fourth Realm · Sitting in Forgetfulness!
The next moment,
two streams of clear wind collided.
Sword light exploded,
brilliant and grand like moonlight.
Wherever the force passed, everything was cut and separated.
Fang Chang activated the Black Tortoise Square Cauldron, diverting the force to both sides as sword marks spread continuously.
He shook his head.
Cheng Hua’s temperament was too straightforward and unyielding—there would likely be many troubles ahead.
But it had to be said,
talking to her was quite comfortable; there was no need for scheming.
The moonlight faded quickly.
Cheng Hua fell.
Fang Chang judged the position and caught her, holding her in his arms.
He couldn’t help but be surprised:
“Second Realm? What kind of absurd secret technique is this, dropping an entire major realm?”
Fortunately, her origin was protected by Stone Milk Moss, so her aptitude wasn’t too damaged.
But she would definitely have to cultivate again.
Cui Wenxi now had a bloody hole in her abdomen, her aura chaotic.
She clutched her head, her eyes blood-red, her expression deranged.
“Prune the branches... prune the branches? The Cui family of Canglan Mountain... it doesn’t have to be junior sister—why must it be junior sister? No, no, junior sister’s aptitude is too good. If I don’t act, how can I live up to the family’s nurturing?”
While activating his Blood Gold Pill, Fang Chang sneered:
“Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness can’t both be fulfilled. But then again, when you’re a useless piece of trash, who would even care whether you’re loyal or righteous?”
He threw out some taunts before the fight.
But Cui Wenxi seemed struck by a sudden realization: “That’s right, that’s right... it should be like this!”
Then,
she clenched her silver teeth and, under Fang Chang’s stunned gaze,
struck herself with a palm.
Spiritual essence and mana, now ownerless, leaked out wildly. Cui Wenxi’s aura fluctuated violently, rapidly declining!
She had actually crippled her own cultivation.
“......?”
Fang Chang stood frozen.
He watched as she fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
After a long while,
Fang Chang gave her a thumbs-up from afar.
“Impressive.”
“What else can I even say to that?”
It could only be said—worthy of being the little sun senior sister of Canglan Mountain. She still had some integrity.
Even in a state of mental chaos, she could still make such a decision.
Fang Chang walked forward slowly, intending to check her injuries.
But as he approached and the dust settled, he discovered a dignified and elegant woman standing beside Cui Wenxi.
The refined woman lowered her head, her eyes filled with disappointment.
“Fifth Realm · Heart Fasting...”
Fang Chang stopped, holding Cheng Hua.
He noticed the sword-hilt emblem on the woman’s Dao robe and the white jade sword on her back. He immediately knew she was an elder-level figure from Canglan Mountain.
People from Canglan Mountain were quite interesting.
They only showed up after the fight was over—just like police in movies.
“May I ask who you are?”
The woman glanced at him indifferently.
“Canglan Mountain, Yue Su.”
“Did True Person Yue Su receive Daoist Cheng Hua’s distress letter?”
Yue Su ignored him.
With a slight lift of her hand, the unconscious Cheng Hua and Cui Wenxi were gently lifted. She turned and left.
Fang Chang didn’t mind and said with a smile, “True Person Yue Su also bears the surname Cui, doesn’t she?”
The beautiful woman paused.
“Canglan Mountain’s Cui family cultivators truly live up to their reputation—so versatile, even proficient in the Gu Path. Admirable, admirable.”
Fang Chang’s words were sharp, making her brows furrow.
Yet despite the man before her being merely a Qi Absorption cultivator, she inexplicably felt a trace of unease.
A growing unease that urged her to leave.
After a long moment,
she did not respond. Carrying Cheng Hua and Cui Wenxi, she turned into a streak of light and vanished in an instant.
Fang Chang watched her departing light, yet felt no concern for Cheng Hua’s safety.
Calculating the timing,
the old sect master of Canglan Mountain was nearing death.
The selection of true disciples was imminent.
The Cui family cultivators needed to prune their branches.
And now that Cheng Hua had fallen to the Second Realm, from their perspective, she had already lost competitiveness in the true disciple selection.
Not only would the Cui family not harm Cheng Hua,
they would even pretend to compensate her, to display their magnanimity.
“Since Cheng Hua is fine, then the plan to join Canglan Mountain should be postponed.”
“After all, since this ‘Nine Heavens Secret Key’ was obtained early, I might as well use it early too.”
Boom!
A violent tremor shook the ground.
In the distance, several large trees collapsed in the direction where Zhao Yuntong was fighting the tomb general.
Fang Chang felt a bit helpless: “Seriously, Tongzi, still not done after all this time?”