Chapter 128: Fang Qiancheng’s Curse, Chen Changsheng: Don’t worry, they won’t k*ll us all.
In response to Chen Changsheng’s severe injuries, everyone had different reactions.
Some eyes were filled with ridicule, others with pity.
However, facing these looks, Chen Changsheng ignored them and “struggled” to go outside.
Seeing this, Nalan Jing wanted to approach and check on Chen Changsheng’s injuries.
But before her hand could touch him, Chen Changsheng “angrily” pushed her away.
“I don’t need help; I’m just a useless person!”
Facing Chen Changsheng’s self-destructive behavior, Nalan Jing’s eyes were full of confusion.
Fang Qiancheng’s strength was evident to all, and she had also imagined Chen Changsheng’s defeat in her heart.
But based on her observations, Chen Changsheng wasn’t the type to fall apart after one failure!
Under her confusion, Nalan Jing looked over to Ziling and asked.
“Ziling, what’s going on?”
In response to Nalan Jing’s inquiry, Ziling said sarcastically, “You should ask Lord Chen about this, who…”
“That’s enough!”
Before Ziling could finish, Chen Changsheng interrupted with red eyes.
“I lost to Fang Qiancheng, and I accept it wholeheartedly, but even if I lose completely, I won’t seek help from others.”
“Losing is losing, there’s no point in defending myself.”
“I haven’t even reached the depths of the dragon vein, how can I face the world?”
Saying this, Chen Changsheng took out a dagger, ready to commit s*icide on the spot.
“Whoosh!”
Chen Changsheng’s dagger was seized by Wanyan Yue.
Wanyan Yue bowed to Jiang Bufan and said, “Lord Saint, our Eastern Wastes have inferior skills, there’s nothing more to say.”
“Farewell!”
With that, Wanyan Yue and the others left with Chen Changsheng.
Facing this strange situation, Nalan Jing’s face was full of questions.
Just as Nalan Jing hadn’t figured out the reason, she suddenly saw the heavily injured Chen Changsheng, beckoning her with a very subtle gesture.
Seeing this, Nalan Jing’s heart suddenly jolted.
Because she thought of a preposterous possibility—that everything before her was staged by Chen Changsheng.
Thinking this, Nalan Jing became somewhat panicked.
She had never doubted Chen Changsheng’s strategy, and with his wisdom, he would naturally make full use of his backing forces.
The Eastern Wastes, the seventy-two smoke signals, plus the Purple House Sacred Ground.
Together, these three forces, even if Chen Changsheng were to slap Jiang Bufan in public now, it probably wouldn’t cause much trouble on the surface.
But under such circumstances, Chen Changsheng still chose to go through so much trouble to create this scene.
This means that the trouble Chen Changsheng is about to stir up is huge, bigger than even the Purple House Sacred Ground can bear.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind, and Nalan Jing said coldly.
“Fellow Daoists, there’s something I forgot to tell you.”
“Chen Changsheng has already become the Holy Son of our Purple House Sacred Ground. Now that both the Holy Son and Holy Daughter have been defeated, we have no face to stay here.”
“Farewell!”
With that, Nalan Jing directly left with the unaware Ziling.
But right after Nalan Jing left, a heart-stopping roar came from the mine.
…
Inside the mine.
“Chen Changsheng, I FK!”
Fang Qiancheng’s curses echoed in the mine passage. At this moment, he was desperately fleeing for his life.
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After defeating Chen Changsheng, Fang Qiancheng and the others smoothly entered the center of the mine.
Then, Fang Qiancheng discovered another realm beneath the mine passage.
For this situation, Fang Qiancheng naturally chose to break through the stone layer to investigate.
Fang Qiancheng exerted minimal force, only breaking the stone layer before stopping.
But Fang Qiancheng overlooked a problem—falling rocks from the broken stones.
These falling rocks hit a nearly extinguished bronze oil lamp.
The bronze oil lamp went out, and the corpse in the jade coffin suddenly changed, the dragon vein corrupted by evil energy turning into an evil dragon.
Then, Fang Qiancheng started fleeing.
At this moment, the array formations set up by Chen Changsheng at various key passages began to take effect.
These formations weren’t powerful, but for Fang Qiancheng, a slight effort could break them.
Yet no matter how fast he moved, these formations always caused him to pause.
Each time Fang Qiancheng paused, the cannon fodder behind him disappeared one by one.
Watching the number of cannon fodder behind him dwindle, Fang Qiancheng had already cursed Chen Changsheng’s ancestors.
…
Outside the mine.
After crossing a mountain range, Nalan Jing saw Chen Changsheng and the others who had already left.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng showed no signs of injury, instead looking curiously at the distant situation.
Seeing this, Ziling instantly realized that Chen Changsheng’s previous appearance was fake.
“You’re not hurt?”
Facing Ziling’s surprise, Chen Changsheng merely glanced at her and then said.
“While spiritual sense can provide many conveniences to cultivators, sometimes one shouldn’t rely too much on it.”
“Injury does indeed weaken one’s aura, but a weak aura doesn’t necessarily mean injury.”
“When you want to determine if someone is injured, you should carefully examine their body.”
“Before clearly discovering any injuries, don’t jump to conclusions.”
Hearing this, Ziling immediately understood why Chen Changsheng refused his master’s offer to check his injuries.
It wasn’t because Chen Changsheng’s pride was too strong, but because his injury was faked.
But before Ziling could fully react, Chen Changsheng, who was observing the situation, suddenly squatted down.
Chen Changsheng formed several law formations with his hands and thrust them into the ground. Suddenly, a massive sense of crisis swept over everyone.
“Buzz!”
The Heavenly Withering formation set up days ago was instantly activated, causing plants within a hundred miles to wither.
“What are you doing?!”
Facing this deadly formation, Ziling finally couldn’t help but panic.
“Why would you ask such a question? Of course, I’m killing people!”
“Why make such a fuss? You, who are the Holy Daughter of the Purple House Sacred Ground.”
“But other sects’ people are still in the mine!”
Looking at the constantly shaking mine far away, Ziling was almost desperate.
Laying traps to eliminate the forces of the Central Courtyard and other top prodigies.
Even the Purple House Sacred Ground couldn’t handle such a thing.
“I know!”
“But I’m killing them, otherwise, why would I put on such a grand show for them.”
“It’s to get rid of suspicion.”
“Although my formation is powerful, they aren’t fools. It’s likely they won’t be killed all at once, so don’t worry.”
Ziling: “…”
If I could relax, I’d be a ghost. If this leaks out, the Purple House Sacred Ground will be finished.
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