Myriad Daos of the Heaven

Someone suddenly appeared, naturally becoming the center of attention.

Besides, many people recognized Guo Qishan. Some had even heard of the grudge between him and Jiang Jichen.

What they didn’t know, however, was that Guo Qishan and Fang Ying were close brothers!

Fang Ying was one thing—fearless and full of youthful passion, an admirable sight.

Even when cornered and facing a multitude of powerful foes, he hadn’t backed down one bit.

But for Guo Qishan to step forward... he had to know it was certain death.

Yet he had stood up with such heroic bravado, joining Fang Ying to face their enemies.

Even the Cultivators on the opposing side were moved and impressed to see Little Haas willing to throw his life away for his brother.

At that moment, Guo Qishan—that is, Little Haas—faced the crowd alone, his demeanor righteous and his aura imperious.

His eyes burned with fearlessness, soaring battle intent, and boundless heroism.

That was the surface, at least. In reality, Little Haas was about to cry his eyes out.

He’d been watching from the sidelines for a while now with no intention of revealing himself or intervening.

He knew that joining the fray would be suicide, a guaranteed death sentence.

But now, he had no choice but to emerge—and put on a very convincing performance at that.

All because he knew his master was on his way!

’Little Haas, you idiot! You knew the master is the protagonist of this world, destined to make a grand entrance at the most critical moment. You shouldn’t have hesitated!’

’Now look what’s happened! You let the mistress get seriously injured while you just stood by and watched. If the master finds out, you’re so dead!’

’Argh, Little Haas, when will you ever learn? You keep doing stupid things! No, I have to redeem myself this time. I must let the master see me as the fearless protector of the mistress!’

In truth, Little Haas was trembling inwardly, scared to death.

He feared nothing and no one—except Jiang Jichen. He, more than anyone, knew just how terrifying his master truly was.

What others saw of his master was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Little Haas stood before Fang Ying, his voice booming across the area, his aura immense.

"If you want to hurt my brother, you’ll have to step over my dead body!"

"Furthermore, the people my brother is protecting are the people I, Guo Qishan, will protect! You... don’t even think about hurting them!"

"Today, as long as I, Guo Qishan, am here, you won’t lay a single finger on my brother or the people he’s protecting!"

....

Many people were dumbfounded. They had no idea what had gotten into Guo Qishan. Protecting his brother was one thing, but why was he so insistent on emphasizing the group Fang Ying was protecting?

The truth was, Little Haas didn’t want to do this either. But he had to send a message to his master. He was using his status as Fang Ying’s close brother to hide his connection to Jiang Jichen, but his true goal was to protect Qingya and the other women.

Fang Ying, however, had already figured it out. He knew Guo Qishan was really there to protect the people behind him.

But he also recalled how that treacherous bastard had been watching from a distance just a moment ago—furtive and sleazy. Just because Fang Ying was in a life-or-death battle didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed.

The man was clearly scared to death, yet he’d suddenly charged out so eagerly and recklessly.

Something fishy was definitely going on!

A chilling glint flashed in Fang Ying’s eyes. Little Haas happened to turn his head and see it, and an involuntary shudder ran through him. A sense of foreboding washed over him.

"Brother Qishan, you’re here! Good. With you here, your big brother can rest easy!"

"Everything here... I’m leaving it to you!"

With that, Fang Ying turned and retreated back into the group of women, leaving Guo Qishan to face everyone all by himself.

The women were currently shrouded in a mysterious, protective barrier of light—a Secret Artifact activated by Fang Ying that could withstand numerous attacks.

Without Fang Ying’s express consent, no one else could pass through the barrier.

Now, Fang Ying had retreated straight back into that protective barrier, all of his previous fearless, fight-to-the-death aura completely gone.

It was as if he truly had complete faith in Guo Qishan, believing he could handle everything.

But Little Haas was utterly dumbfounded!

He had only come out to play a supporting role, to put on a show. He was counting on Fang Ying to do the actual fighting; at most, he would just be... an assistant.

You know, the kind that shouts encouragement from the sidelines.

But now, Fang Ying had handed everything... over to him!

Little Haas’s legs started to tremble. He felt like he’d just walked into a massive trap. This had been a huge miscalculation.

He’d previously seen Fang Ying as a loyal and righteous man who would never back down, and figured he must be the stubborn, simple-minded type—easy to fool.

But he never expected the guy to actually take him at his word and leave everything to him.

’How treacherous! So treacherous! To think... he even managed to trick the master’s most brilliant servant, Little Haas!’

’Fang Ying, ah, how could you leave Little Haas all alone in this dangerous place?’

’Master, show yourself, quick! Little Haas can’t hold on much longer!’

....

Little Haas was terrified, trembling uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

All around, the gazes that had been fixed on Fang Ying now shifted in unison to Little Haas.

"Guo Qishan, I never imagined you were such a loyal man. It would be a blessing for anyone to be your brother."

"Indeed. I never would have thought Guo Qishan capable of such brotherly devotion. No wonder he once swore to personally take Jiang Jichen’s head. It’s because Jiang Jichen killed one of his brothers in the Ancient Refining Illusion Realm."

"It’s admirable, but we stand on opposite sides. We must still fight to the death!"

"Agreed. Let’s make it a good, clean fight!"

....

The surrounding Cultivators looked at Little Haas with gazes full of respect as they spoke with solemnity.

At the same time, however, their battle intent surged even stronger. They were determined to fight him to the death.

Hearing their words, Little Haas was truly terrified this time.

’When did I ever say I wanted to take the master’s head?’

’This... this is absolute slander!’

’Take his head? Take my ass! Which bastard started this rumor? If my master hears this, I’m a dead man!’

’And what’s this about brotherly devotion?’

’Damn it all, that’s not what’s happening at all! I’ve been completely played by Fang Ying!’

Little Haas felt like crying, but no tears would come.

At that moment, the surrounding Cultivators all attacked in unison, closing in on Little Haas for the kill.

It was unknown what kind of fortuitous encounter Little Haas had experienced, but he had now reached the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm, which was quite extraordinary.

However, he was no match for the combined attack of so many Cultivators.

Little Haas’s face was deathly pale, his heart filled with terror.

’Looks like I’m going to die this time. But I have to see the act through to the end. Just one last step. Little Haas, put it all on the line, take the gamble! Yeah, you can do this!’

Little Haas gritted his teeth, deciding to go all out. He wouldn’t back down. He kept psyching himself up internally.

He ignored all other attacks, locking his eyes on the Late-Stage Spirit Infant Realm Cultivator who had slandered him, and charged with reckless abandon.

SQUELCH!

Little Haas had effortlessly plucked the head right off the Late-Stage Spirit Infant Realm Cultivator.

He let out a wild laugh, the picture of heroism.

But at that same moment, a storm of terrifying attacks was about to descend upon him.