Beast Taming: I Have an Immortal Mansion

"It’s a Demon Technique!"

A cry of terror rang out. Faced with the sudden, successive head explosions, even though they were all Cultivators accustomed to slaughter and bizarre techniques, they were utterly terrified.

A normal battle would have been one thing. Life and death were matters of fate, and to be killed by another simply meant your skills were inferior. But what was this? Who was the enemy?

To this moment, the White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators who had surged forward to plunder still had no idea who the true culprit behind the exploding heads was.

Fang Qingyuan watched with cold eyes as the terrified White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators’ heads exploded one after another, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.

This feeling of holding life and death in his hands, this supreme sense of control... It was absolutely wonderful!

The marvelous feeling surged, slowly suffusing his heart and stirring a new wave of restlessness.

’Perhaps I can do even better.’

Fang Qingyuan was no longer satisfied with killing them one by one. The power of fear generated by the White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators, who were petrified by the sight of the successive explosions, was now boiling even more intensely than before.

This immense emotional power, created by several hundred Cultivators at once, was a vast yet fleeting force. For a moment, it felt to Fang Qingyuan like drinking from a sweet spring.

’So, my emotion-based Divine Technique has already reached this level.’

A sliver of clarity remained in Fang Qingyuan’s mind; he had not completely immersed himself in this great power. He glanced around and saw that many of the White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators, realizing the situation had turned sour, were already sneaking away to the rear.

The White Mountain People were always the best at judging a situation. They never fought a losing battle. Seeing that their cause was lost, they immediately tried to flee for their lives.

’But this isn’t a place you can just come and go as you please.’ With that thought, Fang Qingyuan extended his index finger, aiming at some of the Tribulation Cultivators who had been the most aggressive just moments ago.

He was over five li away, a distance from which Qi Cultivation Cultivators could not attack. Even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator would struggle to inflict any real damage from so far.

And yet, from that great distance, as Fang Qingyuan’s finger tapped lightly in the air, the targeted Tribulation Cultivators’ faces contorted in terror, regardless of their cultivation level.

The Cultivators with weaker cultivation instantly exploded into silent fireworks, while a few with more resilient souls could manage a few last words.

"Ah, Senior, spare me!"

But that was all. Before the words could fade, their heads would detonate with a boom, sending flesh and gore flying in all directions.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

As one head after another burst open, the remaining men wished they could sprout eight legs and flee the area at once.

Each time Fang Qingyuan’s finger twitched, another vibrant life was extinguished. Witnessing this demonic spectacle, Han Ping, who stood to the side, couldn’t help but swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

’Why is his killing intent so strong today?’

After a long while, with nearly a hundred corpses strewn across the ground, Fang Qingyuan finally lowered his index finger.

Only then did Han Ping dare to approach. He came to Fang Qingyuan’s side, cautiously glancing at his expression out of the corner of his eye before lowering his head and speaking.

"Sect Leader Fang, your divine might is terrifying. After this, I doubt these Tribulation Cultivators will ever dare to target the Qingyuan Sect again."

Han Ping had once been proud. He was of extraordinary birth, a direct descendant of the Han Family from the Pill Alliance, and even possessed an extremely rare life-bound artifact. When he first started dealing with Fang Qingyuan, his attitude had been nothing like this.

But now that Fang Qingyuan had achieved Core Formation, Han Ping’s attitude had become considerably milder. On top of that, since he needed a favor, his posture had become even more deferential.

After witnessing the methods Fang Qingyuan had just displayed, Han Ping was completely devoid of any thought of comparing himself to the man. The Fang Qingyuan of this moment was no longer someone he could even use as a benchmark.

The most obvious change was that Han Ping now treated him with the same etiquette reserved for the old ancestors in the Alliance. He had become respectful and cautious, no longer the cavalier person he once was.

This was just one of the minor changes wrought by the battle. Han Ping was certain that after today, the Qingyuan Sect—a sect originally from a corner of the Far East—would become widely known among the many Loose Cultivators of White Mountain.

Fang Qingyuan looked somewhat weary. First, he had fought a battle with Hidden Dragon, and then he had controlled such a vast amount of emotional power. Moreover, to make the display so spectacular, Fang Qingyuan had not been stingy with the consumption of his own soul power.

Thus, even with his current reserves, he felt he had overexerted himself. But weariness was one thing; the enlightenment taking root in his mind was another feeling entirely.

Just now, while commanding that massive tide of emotion, Fang Qingyuan had also gained some insights. This was progress in his cultivation. Once he recovered from the exertion, it would naturally bring many benefits to his future practice.

If nothing else, he felt that the bottleneck between the Third-Layer Golden Core and the Fourth Layer had loosened.

In response to Han Ping’s compliments, Fang Qingyuan merely gave a slight nod. He then summoned the sect’s disciples and ordered them to tally the casualties and clean up the battlefield.

A moment later, a detailed report on the skirmish was produced.

On the Qingyuan Sect’s side, three disciples had died and seven or eight were injured. They had all been struck by the group of White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators while Fang Qingyuan was fighting Hidden Dragon.

There were also some minor losses to the cargo carried on the humpbacked ray’s back. Fortunately, Fang Qingyuan’s timely return had prevented further casualties.

As for the White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators, their casualties were catastrophic. Just by looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, there were nearly a hundred of them. Most had their heads shattered, making identification impossible.

But Fang Qingyuan wasn’t concerned with the true identities of these Tribulation Cultivators. As for which sect in the White Mountain Territory might later report a disciple meeting an untimely end, or which master had unfortunately met with disaster—that had nothing to do with the Qingyuan Sect, and nothing to do with this battle.