52: Chapter Fifty Two : No Peace Where Blood Has Spilled 52: Chapter Fifty Two : No Peace Where Blood Has Spilled Chapter Fifty Two : No Peace Where Blood Has Spilled If the target had been soone from the Taixu Sect, Fang Mu Ge wouldn’t have hesitated in the slightest.
After all, Lingyue Sect already had deep-seated conflicts with them.
Both were top-tier powers—neither feared the other.
But Chu Zhengyan held a certain status in both Great Chu and Great Qi.
Lingyue Sect was not yet strong enough to openly offend such titanic factions.
So now the question beca—should Chu Zhengyan be killed, or not?
Fang Mu Ge turned to look at Fang Luo, intending to consult him.
He had always seen Brother Luo as the more composed of the two—soone with broader foresight.
At this mont, Chu Zhengyan was in tornt.
When had his life ever been in soone else’s hands like this?
The humiliation seethed within him, spreading like wildfire.
He swore to himself in silence: “Once I return to Great Qi, I will slaughter all of you—your families, your sects, none will be spared!” His heart brimd with hatred for Fang Luo and Fang Mu Ge, yet he dared not reveal it.
On the contrary, he wore the pitiful look of soone begging for rcy.
“We really don’t have any true enmity between us,” he said, voice full of false sincerity.
“Let’s just pretend we never t, go our separate ways.
Who knows—we might even beco friends.” But Fang Luo, having lived a past life, had seen too much to fall for such tricks.
One lesson had beco deeply engraved in his soul: “A man without ruthlessness will never stand firm.” Chu Zhengyan’s acting might’ve fooled others, but to Fang Luo, it was laughably shallow.
His expression remained utterly calm—no hint of emotion showing through.
Suddenly— BOOM!!
A fist imprint slamd toward Chu Zhengyan.
The attack ca too close and too fast for him to dodge.
He could only stare in horror as the massive imprint expanded before his eyes.
“NO!!” Chu Zhengyan scread in hysteria—but was crushed beneath the force of that strike.
He had never imagined that even after revealing his identity, Fang Luo would still dare make a move.
Nor had he ever thought that this secret realm would be his grave.
Fang Mu Ge hadn’t expected Fang Luo to act without even a word.
But he didn’t disapprove.
After all, he hadn’t been able to decide himself—that’s why he’d left the choice to Fang Luo.
Fang Luo said coldly, “Once a grudge is ford, there’s no turning back.
In this world, conflicts rarely resolve peacefully—not even once in a hundred tis.” “I understand now, Brother Luo,” Fang Mu Ge replied.
Now that the man was dead, they had to erase every trace.
Otherwise, the entire Fang family might suffer the consequences.
Fang Luo instructed, “You go lure over so Core Realm spirit beasts.
I’ll clean up the scene and leave behind signs of a beast battle.
That way, it’ll all make sense.” “Got it.
I’m on it.” Despite the back-to-back fights, Fang Mu Ge still had reserves of true essence left.
Handling two more opponents like Huo Jiannan would be no problem.
After he left, Fang Luo began a ticulous cleanup, using professional-level corpse-destruction techniques.
The Taixu Sect disciples didn’t matter—but Chu Zhengyan had to vanish completely.
Not a speck of evidence could remain.
Eventually, through the efforts of the two brothers, they succeeded in erasing all connection to the scene.
Fang Luo then said, “Once we’re out, just say we ran into a group of Core Realm spirit beasts.
Tell them all the Lingyue Sect disciples died—except you.
They’ll probably believe it.” Fang Mu Ge responded with ease, “And if they don’t, what can they do?
The secret realm closes soon.
They won’t be able to re-enter for another ten years.” Fang Luo shook his head.
“Don’t ever rely on that kind of luck again.
Chu Zhengyan may have just been one of the South Suppressing King’s sons—but if he’d been the heir, or worse, a prince or the crown prince himself, a single word from an enraged monarch would an all secret realm participants would be buried with him—proof or no proof.” He had lived through such an event in his previous life.
As long as soone held enough power, their death would drag down everyone associated with them—whether they were friends or bystanders.
Fang Mu Ge was montarily speechless.
Fang Luo changed the subject.
“Alright, with just one month left before the secret realm closes, we need to use the ti to gather more heavenly treasures.
Even if we can’t use them, our family can.” “With our strength, there’s no need to stick together.
We’ll be more efficient if we split up.” It was only then that Fang Mu Ge noticed the lion-like beast at Fang Luo’s side.
“Is that the ancient beast egg from the Wanbao Pavilion auction?
The one that hatched?” “Yeah.
His na’s Little Grey,” Fang Luo replied.
Fang Mu Ge frowned.
“Not to be rude, but that na is really underwhelming—not elegant, not imposing.
Kind of disappointing.” Fang Luo ignored him.
To him, a na was just a label.
What did it matter how grand it sounded?
“I’ll be heading off then,” he said.
Fang Mu Ge chuckled and rubbed his hands together.
“One thing—when your lion lays an egg, could you let have one?
That little guy’s so cute when calm, and savage when fighting.
He’s perfect for .” Fang Luo was speechless.
That was an ancient beast, a Suan Ni, possibly the last of its kind in existence—and it’s a male.
Lay an egg?
“You’ll get one.
Eventually.” With that half-hearted reply, Fang Luo left with Little Grey.
Fang Mu Ge muttered, “Tch.
What’s the rush?
Off to et so secret lover?” While Fang Luo and Fang Mu Ge only needed to search for treasures inside the secret realm, back in the imperial capital, Fang Ting had far more to consider.
Each day, he had to decide where to take Su Xinyan—what delicacies to try, what places to visit, what sights to see.
On the third day of the Azure Dragon Secret Realm’s opening, the entrance would activate again around noon.
As they left the inn, Su Xinyan asked gently, “Aren’t we going to the secret realm entrance?” “Still early.
We’d just be standing around if we went now.
Let’s find a place to sit and relax a bit.
No rush.” Fang Ting spoke nonchalantly.
As they walked, they ran into Elder Li, returning from a few days of leisure and catching up with old friends.
He was in high spirits.
But when he saw the two of them walking hand in hand, lost in each other’s gaze—his eyes went wide in disbelief.
His face showed shock and even fear.
“You two…” Su Xinyan’s gaze shifted coldly for an instant, and Elder Li’s body stiffened.
Fang Ting smiled and asked, “Elder Li, is sothing wrong?” Elder Li waved frantically.
“N-no, nothing at all.
I saw nothing.
I just rembered I had sothing to do.
I’ll be going now.” If he hesitated for even a second longer, his junior sister might silence him on the spot.
Though he had cultivated longer than her, and their realms were similar, her true combat strength far outstripped his.
Back in his room, Elder Li gulped down a large mouthful of tea.
“This is a major event!
Mu Ge’s senior sister and his uncle—from different generations no less—how did those two end up together?!” It was only now he realized why Su Xinyan, who usually disliked going out, had co to the capital—she had co with Fang Ting.
“Pfft.” He couldn’t help but laugh.
“What expression would Elder Su wear if he found out his daughter was being seduced?” Everyone in the Lingyue Sect knew how doting Su Xin was toward Su Xinyan.
Years ago, a genius disciple from the Pill and Artifact Sect had pursued Su Xinyan relentlessly.
When Su Xin found out, he stord the Pill Sect and broke the man’s legs.
That sect, like the Seven Star Gate, was a second-tier power—but due to their skill in alchemy and crafting, they were highly respected across the Great Qi Dynasty.
Su Xin’s actions had nearly caused a war between sects.
Now that his daughter had been “abducted”… what would he do?
Elder Li was dying of curiosity—but he would never dare report it.
That warning glare from Su Xinyan earlier had said it all.
Even if Fang Ting might be safe, he certainly wouldn’t be.
So, this secret?
He’d keep it.
Better safe than sorry.
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