Urban Undying Lord -
Chapter 319 - 319 318 The Person from 500 Years Ago Has Returned
319: Chapter 318 The Person from 500 Years Ago Has Returned 319: Chapter 318 The Person from 500 Years Ago Has Returned Huang Fatty voiced his guilt, yet before he could kneel and apologize, Ye Xuan pointed with a beam of Immortal Light, instantly fixing his form in place, then smiled and said, “These matters are not your fault, no need to blame yourself.”
“Uncle Huang, who is this senior…?”
The little girl, though young, was very clever.
Her intuition told her that the identity of the senior in black was far from simple.
“He is your…”
Before Huang Fatty could reply, Ye Xuan interrupted him, “Ancient affairs need not be mentioned.”
“Yes, Sir,” Huang Fatty quickly silenced himself, but this only made the little girl even more curious, yet she smartly refrained from pressing further.
“Sir, these people are all the running dogs of Wu Jue Immortal; I want to slaughter them myself,” Huang Fatty said maliciously, even asking Ye Xuan for instructions.
“Be quick and return, and tell me what has happened in the Human World over the past five hundred years,” Ye Xuan said calmly.
“Yes, Sir!” Huang Fatty bowed deeply and strode towards Luo Feng and the others.
Their conversation naturally fell into Luo Feng’s ears, causing him to tremble silently, his gaze towards Ye Xuan filled with extreme terror.
Luo Feng did not know who Ye Xuan was.
He was but a disciple of Wu Jue Immortal, merely three hundred years old, but had cultivated to the Divine Separation Stage and was always highly valued by Wu Jue Immortal.
He only knew that Huang Fatty was an old acquaintance of his Master, and they used to be close friends.
But they had turned enemies over Huang Fatty’s possession of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword and practicing the Heavenly Demon Great Method.
In one year, Huang Fatty had come bearing the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, loudly rebuking Wu Jue Immortal as a traitor.
He even vaguely mentioned words like “Sir,” “Immortal,” “Human World,” “return.”
Back then, he was too young to understand the meaning of these words.
But he vividly remembered that when Huang Fatty uttered these words, his Master, whom he regarded as a deity, trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed with a fear he had never seen before.
This memory had been deeply hidden in his mind, gradually fading with the passage of time.
However, witnessing today’s scene suddenly revived Luo Feng’s childhood memories, and upon considering the current situation, an indescribable terror filled his mind.
Could it be?
Could the person his Master feared be this mysterious man in black?
Alas, before Luo Feng could grasp the critical point, Huang Fatty had already approached, and with his sword, he mercilessly dismembered more than a dozen Cultivators.
His brutal and ruthless methods were virtually unbearable to witness.
“Ahh!”
The miserable screams, worse than death itself, and under extreme torture, the bodies of the Cultivators were mutilated beyond recognition, even their Primordial Spirits were slashed by Huang Fatty’s chaotic blade into ashes, leaving them with no chance of reincarnation.
“Luo Feng!”
Huang Fatty’s fierce smile grew as he stepped closer to Luo Feng, prompting a bitter smile from Luo Feng, who knew his death was certain.
Even his pleas for mercy to Huang Fatty were utterly futile.
Because of the years he spent pursuing Huang Fatty, he knew the cruelty of Huang Fatty’s methods all too well; begging for mercy would only deprive him of more dignity in death.
Closing his eyes to await death was Luo Feng’s choice, and it was the only choice he had.
Unfortunately, as Luo Feng awaited death with closed eyes, the blade did not fall, which puzzled him, so he opened his eyes.
But what he saw was no longer Huang Fatty’s ferocious expression, instead, a strange gleam in his eyes.
“Rest assured, Grandpa Huang won’t kill you.
If you were killed, who would go and deliver the message to Wu Jue Immortal?” Huang Fatty said with a sinister, cold laugh.
“Tell Wu Jue Immortal, the person from five hundred years ago has returned; he had better clean his neck and wait for death.”
The stout man sneered over and over, turning to walk toward Ye Xuan, but before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly looked back at Luo Feng, a cruel and tyrannical look flashing in his eyes.
“Right, not just the Immortal Extinguishing Martial Artist, all those who betrayed the Netherworld back then, let them thoroughly enjoy their final moments of happiness.”
“Ha ha!”
The stout man let out a sinister and wild laugh, and as he laughed, tears even began to flow.
He had clung to life for five hundred years, and it seemed like all the pent-up gloom in his heart was released in this one burst of laughter.
At this moment.
Luo Feng was dumbstruck, he hadn’t expected to survive, it was almost too much for him to comprehend, but what truly horrified and astonished him were the words spoken by the stout man.
“The person from five hundred years ago?”
“Who…
who exactly is he?”
Luo Feng murmured to himself, staring fixedly at Ye Xuan’s departing silhouette, yet he could not find the answer he sought.
Clouds rose and the wind arrived.
A black cloud emerged, carrying Ye Xuan, the stout man, and the little girl up into the sky until it shrank to a mere dot in Luo Feng’s eyes, snapping him from his stupor.
“Master, could this mysterious man in black be the very person you feared?” Luo Feng clenched his fists tightly, unable to believe his own guess.
However, he had a premonition that the heavens of this world were about to change.
Without the slightest hesitation and daring not to delay, Luo Feng conjured a sword light and soared into the sky.
He needed to inform his Master swiftly, hoping he could take preventive measures.
…
Suzhou City.
A vast, clear sky with the early sun casting its rays, a gentle breeze passing through, bringing a sense of coolness.
Pavilions and towers, ancient in fragrance, with willows swaying in the light wind, and the occasional chirping of birds.
This was a Mountain and Water Manor, filled with ancient charm, a prime location in Suzhou City that common people could not afford to live in, a luxury only cultivators could possess.
The stout man remained ruthless and heartless, the estate had belonged to a Golden Core Stage cultivator, whom he had killed outright, thus naturally seizing the manor as a temporary place to stay.
The stream babbled, the wind chimes rang.
In the courtyard.
A stone table, two stone stools, a pot of tea, and two jade cups, nothing else was there.
Ye Xuan sat there, taking a sip of the tea and frowning slightly, setting the cup back down.
Clearly, after spending five hundred years in the Earth Immortal Realm, Ye Xuan had grown accustomed to Immortal Tea, and naturally, this mundane drink was hard for him to swallow.
Although five hundred years had passed without following alongside Ye Xuan, the stout man was no stranger to him and could naturally sense Ye Xuan’s thoughts.
“Sir, the things of this Mortal World cannot compare to those of the Immortal Realm, your subordinate…”
Before the stout man could finish, Ye Xuan cut him off with a slight smile, “It doesn’t matter, tell me, what has happened in these five hundred years.”
When it came to serious matters, the stout man clenched his fists, taking several moments to calm his turbulent emotions.
“In the years since you successfully crossed tribulation…”
As the stout man slowly recounted, dusty secrets of the past five hundred years were laid bare one by one.
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