188: 253 254 188: 253 254 Chapter 253 : An Invitation from the Shadows Fang Qiufeng’s parents had already been brought to the Fang family estate.
It had been nearly thirty years since the couple had last seen their child.
The mont they laid eyes on him, they burst into tears, unable to hold back.
Fang Qiufeng, too, couldn’t control his emotions.
In the embrace of his parents, he cried his heart out, soaking their clothes with his tears.
This was a mont he had dread of countless tis.
There had been so many nights when he couldn’t sleep due to longing… So many tis he had awakened in tears from dreams of being with his parents again.
Over the years, as he wandered and cultivated alone, searching for a way ho, no matter how much pain or hardship he endured, he never once cried.
But when he saw Fang Ting, and now, his parents—he simply couldn’t hold it in.
Fang Qiufeng’s grandfather and Fang Luo’s grandfather were cousins, and the Second Elder of the Fang family was Fang Qiufeng’s grandfather’s younger brother.
It was also the Second Elder who had gone to bring his parents back.
At the side, Second Elder was likewise moved to tears.
After a while, Second Elder wiped his eyes and stepped forward to pat their shoulders.
“Alright, it’s all in the past now.
You’re reunited—don’t forget your future daughter-in-law is right here.
Don’t embarrass yourselves in front of her.” Mo Weishuang, standing nearby, had red-rimd eyes as well.
She had suffered even more than Fang Qiufeng—her parents had long passed away.
So watching this scene, she was deeply moved.
Still, having joined the Youming Sect, she’d at least lived slightly better than Fang Qiufeng.
Fang Qiufeng wiped his tears and pulled Mo Weishuang over to introduce her.
“Mom, Dad—this is Shuang’er.
Back when I was first abducted, it was the two of us who relied on each other just to survive.” His parents were filled with both joy and heartache upon hearing this.
“Good child.
From now on, we’re one family.” And so, they settled into the Fang family estate.
Though Mo Weishuang was a ‘witch’ of the Youming Sect, she was clearly different from other demonic cultivators.
Over all these years, she had never killed innocents for cultivation.
She had entered the demonic path only because of her special constitution—the Devil’s Voice Physique, which was best suited to cultivating demonic techniques.
Fang Luo had seen that clearly the very first ti he t her.
So, the Fang family didn’t care that she was a demonic cultivator.
Reuniting after all these years, Fang Qiufeng not only found love, but regained his long-lost family.
During this period, Fang Ting t with him several tis, gifting him—aside from the body of Niukun, the bull demon from the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan—a large supply of cultivation resources.
Fang Qiufeng’s physique allowed him to grow stronger by consuming.
As long as it was edible, he could digest it and convert it into power.
This included spirit stones, heavenly materials, pills, and even demon beast flesh and blood.
His “golden finger” was simple but brutal.
If he had been raised in the Fang family from the beginning and received Fang Ting’s full support, his current cultivation would be far higher, and he would’ve easily made the Heaven’s Proud List.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too late.
With his Nascent Soul already perfected, catching up to his brothers wouldn’t be difficult.
But Mo Weishuang encountered a problem.
She received a letter from a Youming Sect elder, requesting to et.
She didn’t know how to handle it, so she told Fang Qiufeng directly.
He then went to consult his big brother, Fang Luo.
Fang Luo pondered for a mont.
“Go et him.
Be blunt—tell him you’re not returning to the Youming Sect.
If he tries anything, make sure he doesn’t leave alive.” If it were a righteous sect that had nurtured her for years, she might owe so sense of loyalty and couldn’t leave so recklessly.
But the Youming Sect was a demonic cult, where the rule was the law of the jungle—literally.
The weak were food for the strong.
They recruited massive numbers of disciples and weeded them out in brutal competition.
The weak were used as stepping stones or even resources to strengthen others.
Sotis, a disciple would beco nourishnt for their own master.
A place like that—no normal person could survive for long.
If Mo Weishuang had possessed enough strength or backing earlier, she’d have left long ago.
But she hadn’t.
And if she had tried, the Heart-Eating Demon Seed inside her would’ve killed her horribly.
Mo Weishuang looked at Fang Qiufeng and nodded.
“We’ll do as Brother Luo says.” Fang Luo asked, “What realm is this elder?” “Should be a True Saint,” Mo Weishuang replied.
As one of the Five Great Demonic Sects of the Southern Region, most of the Youming Sect’s elders were True Saints, with a few Great Saints, and only the Supre Elders being Saint Kings.
In fact, one of the Saint Kings killed by Jiang Hongye had been a Supre Elder of the Youming Sect.
“Then leave it to ,” Fang Luo said calmly.
“Alright.” The eting was set for Drunken Immortal Pavillion, third floor, private room.
Fang Luo arranged everything in advance.
When the ti ca, Mo Weishuang arrived alone, as planned.
Soon, the elder from the Youming Sect appeared as well.
He was a short man in gray robes, with sinister, predatory eyes.
His body looked skeletal—all skin and bone—which made his protruding eyes even more frightening.
Even though she had ntally prepared herself, even though this eting was happening in the Fang family’s territory, Mo Weishuang still felt a chill down her spine when she saw him.
His notoriety had long spread throughout the Southern Region of Cangzhou.
Forget other sects—even the other Four Great Demonic Sects feared him.
Even his own fellow disciples avoided him.
Forcing herself to remain calm, Mo Weishuang lowered her gaze and asked without eting his eyes: “Elder Wang, may I ask why you wished to see ?” “Jie jie jie…” His laugh was strange and unsettling—enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
“So, you think that just because you’ve entered the Fang family, you’re no longer a disciple of the Youming Sect?
That you can look down on now?” Mo Weishuang answered coldly: “I’ve never considered myself one of the Youming Sect.
Not before, and not now.” Elder Wang sat down across from her without invitation, clicking his tongue.
“Got yourself a backer, and suddenly your tone’s gotten bold.” On the table were wine cups and a jug.
He poured himself a cup, sniffed it carefully, and took a small sip.
“Hmm.
I suppose… there’s poison in this wine?” He hadn’t detected anything wrong with it—but his instincts told him it was laced with sothing.
Still, as a demonic cultivator, he had many ans to guard against poison, so he wasn’t worried.
Mo Weishuang said nothing, but calmly lifted her own cup and drank from it.
“Still putting on the act, huh?” Elder Wang sneered, playing with the delicate wine cup.
“You should know all about the Heart-Eating Ghost of our Youming Sect.” “It resides in the blood around the heart, near impossible to detect.
Without specific thods, even a Saint King couldn’t remove it.” “Let tell you: you were seeded long ago.
With just one spell from , I could make you feel the greatest agony imaginable, or kill you in an instant.” Chapter 254 : The Hawk Is Blinded by its Prey Elder Wang stared hard at Mo Weishuang’s face, waiting for a look of fear and regret to appear.
Unfortunately for him, he was destined to be disappointed.
The demonic seed planted in Mo Weishuang’s body had already been removed by Jiang Hongye—effortlessly.
With that hidden threat gone, she had nothing left to fear.
Had she not known, then yes—after hearing Elder Wang’s threats, she would have been shocked and panicked.
Because she had seen firsthand what kind of tornt the Heart-Eating Ghost inflicted on people.
Knowing she had such a seed in her own heart had long killed off any lingering thoughts of ever returning to the Youming Sect.
Elder Wang furrowed his brows.
“You’re not afraid?” Mo Weishuang repeated calmly: “Elder Wang, what exactly is it you want with ?
If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.” Originally, she had considered pretending to be afraid to trick Elder Wang into revealing his true motives.
But she gave up on that idea.
Given his experience, ntal state, and insight, she realized she couldn’t deceive him.
Elder Wang scrutinized her curiously.
Her calm deanor was entirely beyond his expectations.
“You don’t seem afraid at all…
Could it be that soone removed the Heart-Eating Ghost from you?” Mo Weishuang nodded slightly.
But Elder Wang didn’t believe it.
“Nonsense!
Our Youming Sect’s Heart-Eating Ghost has existed for over ten thousand years, and never once has anyone successfully removed it.” He narrowed his eyes, his smile turning sinister.
“Are you trying to bluff ?” Mo Weishuang simply smiled faintly and said nothing.
“We’ll know soon enough!” Elder Wang suddenly ford a hand seal and fired a beam of green light toward her at incredible speed.
A mont later—no reaction.
Mo Weishuang remained completely unaffected.
Elder Wang’s face changed.
He stood up abruptly and shouted: “Impossible!!” Once the Heart-Eating Ghost was implanted, it nested in the heart’s blood vessels.
Removing it was nearly impossible.
If it sensed danger, it would devour the surrounding blood—and even consu the heart itself.
Recklessly attempting to extract it usually ant certain death.
Centuries ago, a genius within the Youming Sect had created the Heart-Eating Ghost as a ans of controlling unstable elents.
Over the course of ten thousand years, even Saint Kings had failed to remove it.
Suddenly, Elder Wang’s expression shifted.
“Could it have been… her?” The Youming Sect had tested the seed against Saint Kings, but never against an Imperial Realm cultivator.
And as it happened, not long ago, one such powerhouse had visited the Fang family.
“She’s the Grand Princess of Great Zhou… an Imperial Realm expert.
She has nothing to do with the Fang family.
Why would she not only show off her might for them, but even help with sothing so trivial…?” Elder Wang muttered, eyes filled with disbelief.
He couldn’t understand it.
Because he was a selfish man, he couldn’t comprehend acts of kindness done for no benefit.
Mo Weishuang, growing impatient, asked coldly: “So, what exactly did you co here for?” Her tone irritated Elder Wang.
He was a core elder of the Youming Sect, a True Saint, and she was only at the Heavenly Palace Realm—how dare she speak to him this way?
“An Imperial Realm expert might be powerful, but she’s gone now.
If I were to implant another demonic seed in you… do you think you could remove it again?” Mo Weishuang stared him down.
“You dare?” That remark sent Elder Wang into a fury.
How dare a disciple look down on him like this!
Just as he was about to capture and take her away, he suddenly realized—his true essence wouldn’t respond, and even his divine sense was sealed.
He had been fine when he activated his earlier spell—what changed?
Panic set in.
“What’s going on?!
Why am I poisoned?!” As a demonic cultivator, Elder Wang was well-versed in poisons.
He had indeed drunk that cup of spirit wine—but had used a special technique to filter it.
It shouldn’t have entered his body.
So how had he been poisoned?
At that mont, the door to the private room opened.
Fang Luo and Fang Qiufeng stepped inside.
“Didn’t you know Drunken Immortal Pavillion is a Fang family business?” Fang Luo asked casually.
Elder Wang’s voice turned harsh.
“How was I poisoned?!” Fang Luo, having studied alchemy extensively, knew much about poisons—far more than Elder Wang.
And this was his turf.
The options were limitless.
Pointing to the room, Fang Luo explained: “The incense in this room is specially made.
The wine cups were coated with Xie Yue Long Teng powder.
Individually, these are harmless—but combined, they create a poison targeted specifically at True Saints.” “It’s not lethal, but it disrupts your true essence and divine sense, leaving you extrely weakened for a short period.” The wine itself was safe—but the cup wasn’t.
Even if Elder Wang hadn’t touched the cup, both the table and chairs were dusted with the powder.
This rare herb had been obtained from the herbal fields within the Great Zhou Palace.
Without it, poisoning a True Saint so discreetly would’ve been nearly impossible.
Elder Wang’s mistake was his arrogance.
He thought himself superior, thought Mo Weishuang beneath him—so he hadn’t considered the implications of eting her on Fang family property.
Even if the eting hadn’t been here—even if he had been cautious and avoided the poison—he still wouldn’t have been able to harm her.
Three palace lords were currently residing with the Fang family.
They could’ve intervened at any ti.
From the mont Elder Wang contacted Mo Weishuang—his failure was already sealed.
His expression turned dark.
He had spent a lifeti “playing the hawk”—and now, the hawk had pecked out his eye.
He had been completely outplayed by three juniors.
Fang Luo stepped forward.
“So, what exactly was your reason for coming here?” Elder Wang closed his eyes.
To be captured like this was already humiliating.
To be interrogated on top of it was unbearable.
Fang Luo chuckled.
“You two wait outside.
I’ll have a private chat with him.” Mo Weishuang and Fang Qiufeng exited.
After about the ti it takes for one incense stick to burn, the door opened again.
To their shock, Elder Wang followed Fang Luo out like a docile servant.
The sight stunned them.
They had no idea what Fang Luo had done to make a True Saint elder so obedient in such a short ti.
But for Fang Luo, this had been nothing.
He had his own understanding of soul-controlling techniques, including variants of the Heart-Eating Ghost.
He used three different thods—and luckily, Elder Wang was only a True Saint.
Had he been a Great Saint or Saint King, none of those techniques would’ve worked.
“Brother Luo, what did he want with Shuang’er?” Fang Qiufeng asked.
Fang Luo replied: “Nothing too surprising.
The Youming Sect found out that your wife is staying at the Fang family, so they wanted to use the Heart-Eating Ghost to turn her into a mole—get her to spy on us and slowly seize control of the Fang family.” Fang Qiufeng cursed: “The Youming Sect… utterly despicable!” “I’ll go speak to Sixth Uncle,” Fang Luo said calmly.
“Let’s see what he wants to do next.”
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