Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 432 - 253 goes smoothly

Chapter 432: 253 goes smoothly

The boy instinctively stepped back, his lantern shaking violently.

Fang Zhixing stood still, his robe fluttering and rustling in the wind.

The next second!

Amidst the howling cold wind, a burly figure dashed out rapidly.

With a big grab!

He seized the boy’s neck!

The boy grunted, his body was lifted into the air, and his legs flailed about.

"Repeat what you just said!"

The burly man, with disheveled hair and greasy, slippery skin, had deep-set eyes and dry, bloodless skin.

His voice was unusually hoarse and raspy, as if his mouth was filled with sand.

Chilliness exuded from him, with wisps of white vapor emanating.

At first glance, this guy looked like a dried corpse that had crawled out of a grave, devoid of any trace of life.

The boy, his throat clutched, wore a pained expression, yet showed no fear, instead he coldly said, "Wang Jinxiong, Elder Du told you to scram. Can’t you understand?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man was initially stunned, then suddenly noticing Fang Zhixing by his side, he flung the boy away.

Clang~

The boy struck a tombstone, bounced back, and fell flat on his face.

The burly man scrutinized Fang Zhixing suspiciously and asked, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing calmly replied, "I am a Guest Elder of the Six Void Sect, Fang Zhixing."

"Six Void Sect?"

The burly man frowned deeply and demanded, "What is someone from the Six Void Sect doing here in the Restricted Area of the Extreme Yin Sect?"

Fang Zhixing indifferently said, "That’s none of your concern."

"How audacious!"

The burly man suddenly reached out his hand.

His right hand, wrapped in white vapor, looked extremely dry, with abnormally thick veins, resembling the arm of an elderly person.

This withered hand rapidly reached for Fang Zhixing’s throat.

Fang Zhixing, unimpressed, suddenly lifted his foot and stepped forward.

Bang~

The burly man flew backward, a footprint appearing on his chest.

The next moment, he heavily fell to the ground, sliding for over ten meters before hitting a large tree and coming to a stop.

"Wow~"

The burly man turned over, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat out a thick substance, gasping for breath.

"Humph, a mere Five Beasts Realm, and you dare to be so impulsive?"

Fang Zhixing showed a hint of disdain and turned to the boy, asking, "Are you okay?"

The boy got up, brushed the dust off his body, and shook his head, "It’s nothing, go ahead, the Yin Evil Cave is yours to use now. I’ll come back to fetch you in three days."

"Good, thank you."

Fang Zhixing pulled out a Gold Ticket and handed it to the boy.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then silently accepted the Gold Ticket, picked up the lantern, and headed back the way he had come.

Soon, the burly man stood up, clutching his chest, his face full of pain, and quickly left with his head down, not even daring to pass gas.

Fang Zhixing continued down the stairs alone, progressing about fifty meters, and finally reached the end.

Indeed, below was a tomb chamber.

The tomb chamber was large, about the size of a basketball court.

The ground was covered with human skeletal remains, layered thickly.

It seemed as if not eight thousand, there were definitely five thousand people who had died here.

Upon entering the tomb chamber, Fang Zhixing’s first sensation was not eeriness, but coldness.

The temperature here was extremely low, about negative twenty degrees Celsius, and soon a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows.

Looking around, at the center guarded by the skeletal remains, there conspicuously stood a White Bone Coffin.

The White Bone Coffin was also assembled from human bones, but without a lid.

"This indeed is an excellent spot of Yin Evil Land."

Fang Zhixing quickly adapted to the low temperature, keenly sensed the surroundings, and could distinctly feel the Yin Evil energy swirling ceaselessly.

Without hesitation, he walked up to the White Bone Coffin and lay down inside it.

In an instant, tendrils of Yin Evil energy surged toward him, continuously flowing into his body.

...

...

The burly man walked through the woods, panting heavily and continuously rubbing his chest.

Before long, he encountered two youths, who surprisingly were twins.

"Eh, isn’t that Brother Wang?" one of the long-faced youths greeted.

The burly man turned his head and responded, "Junior Brother Gao, it’s you guys."

The long-faced youth perceptive to expressions, exclaimed in shock, "Brother Wang, how did you get injured?"

The burly figure named Wang Jinxiong, upon hearing this question, suddenly became infuriated.

"I was beaten by a master from the Six Void Sect, dammit, such bad luck!"

Wang Jinxiong’s face showed his frustration, he gritted his teeth, his anger clear on his face.

The twin brothers exchanged looks, puzzled.

Where did this master from the Six Void Sect come from?

Wang Jinxiong explained on his own, "Recently, I seized the opportunity to serve Elder Zhuang, letting that old woman randomly take from me for several days, only then did I manage to secure the right to use the Yin Evil Cave number six.

Unexpectedly, I was only there for two days before Elder Du kicked me out with a single order."

The long-faced youth suddenly understood and indignantly said, "Elder Du is too wicked. We male disciples are used as cauldrons, living miserably every day, and on top of that, we still have to endure her humiliation."

The other twin exclaimed, "Brother Wang, you should quickly go and complain to Elder Zhuang. Elder Du so openly bullying you is a direct insult to Elder Zhuang, isn’t it?"

"Humph, I’d complain to Elder Zhuang even without your advice."

Wang Jinxiong coldly said, "Ever since the old Sect Master retired and the Holy Daughter took over, it’s a pity that she lacks experience and the major powers of the Extreme Yin Sect fell into the hands of Elder Zhuang and Elder Du. They can’t stand each other and are at loggerheads.

This time Elder Du started trouble on her own, surely Elder Zhuang won’t let it go easily."

The more he spoke, the more confident he became.

The long-faced youth continuously agreed, "Exactly, not to mention that Elder Du unilaterally lent out Yin Evil Cave number six for the use of someone from the Six Void Sect, clearly favoring outsiders over her own people."

Wang Jinxiong listening, nodded, seeing the point he hadn’t considered, and chuckled, "You watch, I’m going to make a big fuss about this."

Having said that, he dashed toward the entrance of the Restricted Area.

The twins glanced at each other and ran toward a different location.

They arrived at Yin Evil Cave number nine and knelt on one knee, saying, "Sect Master, we have urgent news to report."

After a while, a fragile voice came from inside, "Come in and speak."

Overjoyed, the twins hurried down the stairs into the tomb chamber.

At that moment, atop the massive White Bone Coffin, a woman in white was sitting cross-legged, her back to the outside.

Her hair flowed down like a waterfall, and just her silhouette alone inspired endless imaginations.

The young man with a long face knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Reporting to the Sect Master, we just encountered Wang Jinxiong..."

He recounted the events, speaking animatedly and spitting as he spoke.

After listening, the woman in white spoke indifferently, "I am aware now, you may leave."

The twins couldn’t help but feel profoundly disappointed, as they had thought that such actions would definitely earn them the Sect Master’s reward.

At that moment, the woman in white added, "Elder Du and Elder Zhuang are not only veterans of the Extreme Yin Sect but also my predecessors, who have raised and taught me. You must not follow Wang Jinxiong’s example by carelessly slandering; his end will surely be miserable."

"Disciple dares not, disciple knows his mistake!" they responded.

The twins’ breaths hitched, deeply moved, and they quickly kowtowed to admit their guilt.

"Leave now, as if you were never here," the woman in white said mildly.

She gently waved her hand.

The twins felt as if they had been granted a great pardon, wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads as they scurried away.

...

...

Three days went by in the blink of an eye, all quiet.

[1. Head to the Yin Evil Land, sleep for over three days (completed)]

Fang Zhixing sat up from inside the White Bone Coffin, the corners of his mouth turned up, his mood very cheerful.

"Hmm, just condition 3 left."

His face filled with great anticipation.

As long as he returned to the Six Void Sect and underwent the Yin Yang Harmony to increase his capabilities, he would be able to leap to the peak of the Nine Ox Realm.

"With the strength of the peak of the Nine Ox Realm, even if I cannot walk horizontally across Dan State, I will have the ability to protect myself and move freely," Fang Zhixing thought as he took a deep breath, his emotions stirring.

Up to now, it had been like walking on thin ice.

This time, there finally seemed to be a glimmer of hope.

Fang Zhixing climbed out of the White Bone Coffin and walked outside at a leisurely pace.

Looking around, the outside was desolately empty, with the graveyard grass swaying indecisively in the wind.

The boy had not yet arrived.

Fang Zhixing was not in a hurry, standing in front of the tombstone, waiting patiently.

Whoo whistling~

Before long, a cold wind blew, sweeping across the graveyard and raising a dusty mist in its wake.

A light appeared in the distance and gradually approached.

Fang Zhixing focused and saw that it was the boy coming.

He was carrying a lantern, still with that expressionless, corpse-like face.

Fang Zhixing smiled and said, "Boy, you’re here."

The boy didn’t speak, instead turning and walking away on his own.

Fang Zhixing didn’t mind and followed him.

They moved through the woods, and before they knew it, they had walked for about half an hour.

Fang Zhixing looked around carefully, his brow furrowed slightly, then he stopped and said, "Boy, we didn’t come here last time, did we?"

The boy still did not respond, continuing forward with stiff steps.

Fang Zhixing quickly caught up and stood in front of the boy, demanding, "Who are you?"

The boy panicked, stumbled backward, and fell on his bottom, dropping the lantern.

Fang Zhixing crouched down, grabbed the boy’s throat, examined him closely, and wiped his face.

Suddenly, wrinkles appeared on the boy’s face.

Fang Zhixing was shocked, peeled off the face mask, revealing a stranger’s face beneath it.

This young man’s features resembled the boy’s by about seventy to eighty percent. Coupled with a skin mask, the disguise was very convincing.

Unfortunately, Fang Zhixing was not familiar with the boy and hadn’t noticed anything unusual immediately.

He demanded angrily, "Who are you?"

The stranger opened his mouth and cried incessantly.

Fang Zhixing looked into his mouth and his breath caught.

No tongue!

Someone had cut out the stranger’s tongue!

Fang Zhixing released him and said sternly, "Listen, if you want to live, lead me out of the Restricted Area, understand?"

"Ah woo woo~"

The stranger raised his hands, gestured frantically, then suddenly collapsed to the ground, his body violently convulsing.

Blood quickly flowed from his nostrils, gushing like a fountain.

"Wow~"

He vomited a mouthful of blood and the light quickly faded from his eyes.

Fang Zhixing’s lips tightened.

The stranger had been poisoned, and at this moment, the poison had lethally taken effect.

Fang Zhixing stood up, looking all around him.

Everything was shrouded in a gray mist, obscuring distant views.

He picked up the lantern, lightly tapped his foot, and jumped onto a large tree.

Fang Zhixing held the lantern, shining it around, moving it back and forth, hoping someone would notice.

However, after waiting for a moment, no one appeared.

"It seems I’ll have to find my own way back."

Fang Zhixing closed his eyes, carefully recalling the route he and the stranger had taken.

Then he quickly dismissed the thought.

They had walked for half an hour, winding their way through the woods, the path was too complex.