CHAPTER 7

Fu Changling hung in the air, his body rapidly falling. Alarmed, he looked up to see Qin Yan being bitten by the dark Qi on his shoulder, which had ripped open his flesh. Then he fell from the teleportation array's last ray of light, before reaching out and coming after him.

His blood dripped onto Fu Changling's face, and Fu Changling's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Qin Yan, who was getting closer and closer.

What was he doing coming after him?

Did he want to die chasing after him in this situation, with the Wushi Luo swooping in from behind?

Qin Yan's logic was completely beyond Fu Changling's comprehension. All he could see was Qin Yan staring him down with furious eyes, and then he had no idea what Qin Yan had seen, but those eyes bore a hint of shock. Afterwards, his face turned cold, and he channelled all of his spiritual power into his sword. But, in an instant, Fu Changling realised that Qin Yan, with such an intimidating demeanour, might have shed all pretence of affability and truly wanted to take his life!

Although he didn't know what Qin Yan was thinking, there was no question that he was going to kill him. If Qin Yan's sword really slashed over, Fu Changling believed he would probably be buried here today.

He no longer concealed and conceded and promptly deployed a wind-resistance tactic, and then, with a wave of his golden fan, the wind carried Fu Changling away like a light boat, and the wind from the golden fan formed millions of sharp blades that were heading straight for Qin Yan.

Qin Yan's speed did not decrease; his body moved incredibly fast to dodge the wind blades that hampered him, and then he raised his hand and slashed his sword at Fu Changling's neck.

This sword was merciless, and Fu Changling almost subconsciously recited an Air Shield incantation. Simultaneously, he raised his hand and finished drawing a dozen talismans, which he hurled at Qin Yan.

He had fought Qin Yan far too many times and was well acquainted with his moves.

However, just when he expected that the immature opponent would be instantly defeated, the other moved directly in front of him before his Air Shield Spell could fully activate and block the sword's tip, and over a dozen shocking Thunder Spells struck his entire body.

The sword's tip poked out like a viper, completing a dozen stabs in between smooth strokes. Despite his lightning-fast speed, the opponent brought thunderous momentum with each strike of his sword.

Such a Qin Yan astounded Fu Changling.

The capabilities of the seventeen-year-old Qin Yan were not at all what he had anticipated! And Qin Yan was visibly astounded by him as well. Following a brief moment of stagnation, Qin Yan immediately changed his strategy and attacked with increasing spiritual power.

Fu Changling dared not resist because one of them was a YuanYing and the other was a Zhùjī. He immediately conceded, ducking and yelling, "Qin Gē! Let's talk! Let's sit down and talk. Anything is negotiable!"

Qin Yan ignored him and continued to force him to dodge around.

Fu Changling panicked. Feeling more and more sluggish in his movements, he hurriedly said, "Qin Daoyou, calm down a bit. We still can't figure out what the situation is right now. If you keep fighting like this, you might alert some big shots!"

Qin Yan's sword kept going. Seeing that he was unable to persuade him, Fu Changling became enraged and cursed as he dodged, "Good for you, Qin Yan. You really have no good intentions. I knew you were up to no good when I saw you. And all this talk of helping me, you must have wanted to kill me for a long time, haven't you?!"

Qin Yan's sword grazed Fu Changling's golden guān, splitting it in half. He rolled to the ground, inhaled deeply, and cursed even harder, "What is this bullshit about you being righteous and a paragon of cultivation?! I believe you are a wolf cub with a savage heart, born to be treacherous, and Yunze will be destroyed by you in the future! You villainous, traitorous..."

"Too much talk." Qin Yan's final experimentation ended just as he finished his words, and his long sword slashed down like a thunderbolt. Fu Changling was unable to avoid it, so he could only take it hard. It felt as though Mount Tai had collapsed on his hands, and the sword Qi sent him flying. He vomited some blood, and then, being unable to hold on any longer, he slammed into the distance, crashing through a house's roof with a loud bang and then straight into the depths of the soil.

As Fu Changling lay in the dirt, he heard the sound of a house crumbling above him, followed by someone exclaiming in alarm, "It's collapsing!"

Everyone shouted, "The temple has collapsed!"

And then he heard someone else questioning, "Who are you?!"

Qin Yan's tone was very cold, "Get out of the way."

"Oh, I see," someone remarked, "You are in cahoots with the person who collapsed the temple!"

Instead of responding, Qin Yan gritted his teeth and repeated, "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"You being rude? Who are you talking to? Do you have any idea what this place is... aah!" Someone shrieked, followed by the sound of a muffled grunt as they dropped to the ground.

Fu Changling lay motionless on the ground, listening to the shouting outside.

He could hear that there were a lot of people outside, that Qin Yan had started a fight, and he even heard that Qin Yan had fainted. Qin Yan had just been attacked by the Wushi Luo, and he had been fighting with him for so long that his strength had simply run out. Now that he'd slowed down a bit, he couldn't hold on any longer, which was completely anticipated by Fu Changling.

He knew that he must have a bruised nose and a swollen face right now and didn't want a less-than-perfect version of himself to appear in front of so many people, ruining his reputation for a lifetime.

He hoped that everyone would ignore him, forget about him, and simply pretend that he was dead.

But he was clearly down on his luck. The less he wished for something, the more likely it was to come true.

Soon after Qin Yan's voice faded, he felt a large group of people working together to pry the stone crossbeams above him and dig him out of the dirt.

One big fellow appeared very agitated. He grabbed him by the collar and yelled loudly at him, "Don't play dead for ****'s sake! Open your eyes, open your eyes, and take a look at what you've done!"

Fu Changling remained silent. His eyes were closed as if he were unconscious, displaying a slightly pained expression to go with a little spittle of blood, making him appear weak, frail, and pitiful at the hands of the big fellow.

He reasoned that no one with a conscience would treat someone as pitiful as him too harshly.

This trick did indeed work. A young girl's voice, mixed with a local accent, rang out from the crowd with a bit of concern and timidity, saying, "Wang Dà Gē, he seems to have fainted."

"What to do about this?"

"I'll give it a shot," the approaching female voice said. The folks here are really simple and kind, Fu Changling thought with his eyes closed.

Just as he finished his thought, he felt the girl approach and touch his face. Before Fu Changling could react, a dozen or so slaps were delivered with significant repetition, leaving him unprepared—but she was relentless!

Amidst the loud slapping sound, the girl's meek and mild voice could be heard teaching earnestly, "Wang Dà Gē, just a few more slaps like this will wake people up."

Pa, pa, pa, pa!

A dozen slaps to the face were so effective that Fu Changling immediately realised that pretending to be helpless wouldn't work against these people.

He was utterly enraged, and he snapped open his eyes at the sound of the young girl's crisp slaps, grabbed the young girl's hand, and yelled, "Enough!"

Everyone froze, and Fu Changling was a bit smug. Feeling that he had bluffed the other person, he was about to say something when he was suddenly lifted up and knocked to the ground on the spot by the big fellow behind him. He grabbed Fu Changling by the hair and forced him to raise his head, yelling angrily, "If you're awake, look around and see what you've done!"

The grabbing hurt Fu Changling's scalp. He looked up in response to the big fellow's strength and saw the ruins before him. "The house collapsed, I see. I'll just pay for it," he said impatiently.

With that, he then proceeded to take out his spirit pouch, but before he could get the spirit stones out, the big fellow came up to his ear and roared angrily, "House? Is this merely a house? It's a temple! It's our belief! A ritual is about to take place, and you have collapsed the temple! What exactly are you going to pay for?!"

"Hey!" Fu Changling finally lost his cool. His face darkened as he gripped the big fellow's hand, saying coldly, "I advise you not to go overboard, or don't blame me for being rude to you!"

The big fellow seemed to be shocked by him, and it was only then that Fu Changling noticed the person in front of him had no pupils!

He was wearing a white robe, with a straw rope tied around his waist, encircling it. He looked no different from a normal person, except for his big eyes, which had only the whites of the eyes and no black pupils at all!

Fu Changling's breath became constricted.

The temple, the townsfolk without pupils...

Before he could even say the name out loud, the big fellow grabbed him by the hair and banged his head on the ground with a "thud-thud-thud". In rhythm with the thud of his head hitting the ground, he said, "You being rude? To whom are you going to be rude to?! Do you have a clear picture of what's going on?"

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