The refugees then knelt down en masse, their hoarse voices calling out, "Thank you, Fairy."
Fairy Huan’s expression flickered, landing on so pitiful children. The child was filthy and on the verge of freezing to death. A look of pity flashed in her eyes, but she imdiately noticed the cold gaze above her, so she retracted her gaze and then gracefully left, landing beside Fang Tiancheng.
Fang Tiancheng said coldly, "Were you just thinking of saving that child?"
Fairy Huan replied, "Just felt sorry."
Fang Tiancheng seed enraged by this comnt. He suddenly burst out, "Pity? Pity? You pity her, but who will pity us?"
Fairy Huan sighed.
Fang Tiancheng said, "Do you still rember when we were in the Mao Kingdom?
Back then, we stood at the pinnacle of the Mao Kingdom, invincible in the world, with no rivals in all directions!
Even the Sovereign had to consult us for his actions.
We truly stood at the peak!
But here at Dust Light Sect, we’ve beco the lowly ones!
Handing out resources to these ant-like wretches is sothing we have to do?
They don’t respect us at all!"
Fairy Huan bowed her head, her eyes showing hesitation, and then bit her lip as if making a decision, trying to persuade, "Actually, Dust Light Sect hasn’t mistreated us either. They’ve given quite a lot of resources; what others have, we also have. Tiancheng, you... you should stop this. There’s always soone better."
Fang Tiancheng’s pupils narrowed, and he slapped Fairy Huan’s face, striking her to the ground. Then he took a few steps forward, looking down at her condescendingly, saying, "You’re a natural bitch, grateful just because others give you so resources? If I had known, I would have killed you with one sword earlier, so you don’t hinder my cultivation!"
Fairy Huan raised her hand to cover her side face, crying, "Tiancheng, you weren’t like this before..."
Fang Tiancheng’s agitated mood gradually cald down, turning eerily calm.
He arrogantly declared, "I am a genius. If Dust Light Sect is blind to my brilliance, then it doesn’t need to exist."
He took two more steps forward, suddenly drew his sword, and held it against the neck of the enchanting female cultivator, asking, "I have an appointnt with the Shadow Slayer Old Devil tomorrow; he values greatly. Are you coming?"
Fairy Huan turned pale upon hearing the words "Shadow Slayer Old Devil," asking, "When did you et with him?"
Fang Tiancheng said, "The Old Devil’s sect was on the west side of the continent, but it was destroyed during the resistance against the Celestial Calamity Beast. His sect was destroyed, so he urgently needs to find a new cultivation location, and he has set his sights on Dust Light Sect. Many difficult cultivators who recently rushed into Seeking Immortal Valley were his vanguard."
Fairy Huan said softly, "No wonder you were so enthusiastic about helping many cultivators settle... I thought you genuinely sympathized with them."
"Sympathy?"
Fang Tiancheng sneered, then said, "Alright, no more talking, are you going with tomorrow?"
Fairy Huan asked, "If I say no, are you going to kill ?"
Fang Tiancheng’s face beca hideous, as if he was struggling.
Fairy Huan said, "You’ve already killed many people anyway. Anyone who hindered your cultivation, future, or image, you killed them all. Adding wouldn’t make a difference."
Fang Tiancheng calmly said, "They disturbed my Tao heart, they seek death of their own accord."
Fairy Huan closed her eyes.
Fang Tiancheng said, "I’ll give you the ti of a burning incense stick to decide."
With that, he suddenly pulled out a gray cloak from the storage space, grabbed a Profound Treasure Long Saber he usually didn’t use, concealed his face, and flew off into the distance.
When he caught up with the refugee group, Fang Tiancheng chuckled lowly, murmuring, "Why are you running away? Clearly re ants, wouldn’t it be better to die where you were born? If not for you ants, Dust Light Sect wouldn’t have needed to distribute resources. If not for this degrading task, I wouldn’t have grown a rebellious heart, nor thought to join the Shadow Slayer Old Devil! It’s all your fault!"
Fang Tiancheng slightly aligned his two fingers, drew out the saber, and aid ahead.
The refugees were gathered in one place, with a few strong n cooking the Elixir they had just received in a pot, while the group watched numbly and expectantly in the distance.
Fang Tiancheng focused on the people in the last row, smiling faintly, then swung the saber.
However, with the use of Profound Qi, his saber didn’t move an inch.
Fang Tiancheng instinctively cast another magic.
The saber still wouldn’t move.
He extended his Divine Sense, scanning the surroundings, sweeping over the snow, forests, and distant people, even the grain on the small stones exposed in the snow didn’t escape him, but... he found nothing unusual, nor the youth and Witch who stood right behind him.
Fang Tiancheng’s brow furrowed slightly, thinking to himself: ’What is happening?’
He again tried to use magic.
But the saber remained motionless.
A bead of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.
He instinctively turned his head slowly.
But as he turned halfway, it felt like his head was filled with thousands of bees, buzzing loudly, and then there was a blank space.
Fang Tiancheng stood blankly on the spot, with only one question echoing in his suddenly empty mind and heart: ’Who am I?’
Plop!
A sharp tree root suddenly pierced through his skull.
Before long, Fang Tiancheng turned to dust and vanished.
Song Yan looked at the disappearing cultivator and said, "First ti using it, not too skilled."
He lightly cupped his hands, where a cluster of Cause and Effect was spinning in the palms.
After a quick perception, this Cause and Effect was not too strong.
After a brief thought, he gave a slight suck.
The cluster of Cause and Effect imdiately attached to his Divine Soul.
Song Yan’s mind was suddenly filled with many mories, as if those events had happened to him.
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