Translator: Cinder Translations
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Seeing that Song Wen was not swayed by Yu Da, Xing Chang looked at Song Wen with gratitude.
As long as Song Wen did not kill him and Yu Da dared not act personally, he still had a glimr of hope.
Yu Da cast a condescending glance at the two on the sandy ground, watching Song Wen and Xing Chang.
"Young Master Xing, don't think that because Wei Ding won't kill you, I can't do anything about it. At worst, I'll waste so effort and find a second-tier demon beast's lair. As long as I toss you into the demon beast's den, your death will naturally have nothing to do with ."
With that, Yu Da started to laugh triumphantly.
The glimr of hope that had just appeared in Xing Chang's heart instantly vanished into thin air.
"Wei Ding, since you are unwilling to kill Xing Chang, then you can die right now!"
Yu Da erupted, suddenly brandishing a long sword, aiming to stab Song Wen.
Song Wen felt that he had initially gained Xing Chang's trust and it was ti to kill Yu Da.
Suddenly!
Yu Da felt a piercing pain shoot through his foot.
He was stunned and looked at his foot, and just in that fleeting mont, a cold gleam shot out.
That cold gleam was as fast as lightning, incredibly swift.
Yu Da, caught completely off guard, had no ti to react before the cold gleam pierced through his chest.
He stood rigidly, as if struck by lightning.
Yu Da covered his chest with a pained expression, his face gradually turning pale.
Blood began to seep from his fingers as he pressed against his chest.
But this blood was not the usual bright red; it was as thick and black as ink.
Yu Da's eyes widened, trembling as he pointed a shaky hand at Song Wen, disbelief and shock written all over his face.
"You... you..."
"Bang!"
Yu Da collapsed, his eyes wide open, slowly losing their luster.
He died with his eyes wide open!
The sudden turn of events left Xing Chang montarily stunned, mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to do.
"Cough cough..."
Song Wen coughed a few tis, as if the movent had exacerbated his internal injuries, coughing up a large amount of blood.
He lay weakly on the ground, a black box slipping from his hand.
The box had a tiny pinhole, and the cold gleam that had just pierced Yu Da's chest had shot out from this pinhole.
This box was a hidden chanism, and the needle it shot out was laced with potent poison.
Song Wen couldn't even rember where he had obtained this hidden chanism from a cultivator.
The needle fired from the box was not very powerful and could be easily blocked.
Song Wen had used the Sacred Gu hidden in the sand to attack Yu Da's feet, distracting him, which allowed the needle to hit.
Naturally, Xing Chang was unaware of this; he did not perceive the existence of the Sacred Gu.
He assud that Song Wen had ambushed Yu Da with the hidden chanism and killed him.
After a mont of daze, a look of surprise at escaping death appeared in Xing Chang's eyes.
"Wei Ding, you killed Yu Da!"
Song Wen lay on the ground, extrely weak, and said, "Yes, Young Master Xing."
Xing Chang was overjoyed, unable to restrain himself from shouting, "Good, good, good..."
"Young Master Xing, lower your voice; we are both injured. If we attract other cultivators or demon beasts, it will be difficult for us to deal with it," Song Wen cautioned.
Xing Chang imdiately quieted down and asked in a low voice, "Wei Ding, what should we do next?"
Song Wen replied, "First, we need to hide Yu Da's body to prevent anyone from discovering it. Then, we should find a secluded place to recover our injuries."
Xing Chang said, "That makes sense."
Song Wen's eyes flashed with disdain; Xing Chang truly was a good-for-nothing, lacking any intelligence.
"Young Master Xing, since you still have the ability to move, store Yu Da's body in your storage ring, then help into the depths of the island to find a suitable place to recover."
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Half a month later.
Xing Chang's injuries had healed.
Song Wen feigned his own injuries and also recovered accordingly.
The two set off for the Fangzhudao.
The Fangzhudao were the main stronghold of the Xing family, covering a vast area of over one hundred thousand miles.
Although the Xing family had many mbers, they could not occupy such a vast island entirely.
There were nurous loose cultivators on the island, and even in so remote places, there were mortals living there.
The Fangzhudao were far away, and it took the two several months of flight to finally arrive.
They ca to Fang City on the Fangzhudao, the largest city on the islands and the one with the highest concentration of cultivators.
The Xing family's base was located in Fang City.
The Xing family had many mbers, with hundreds of thousands of cultivators alone, and their demand for cultivation resources was imnse. This attracted many wandering cultivators to co, relying on the Xing family's large tree to seek a place to survive and cultivate.
Over ti, Fang City beca a massive marketplace.
Fang City was divided into northern and southern sections.
The northern city was the base of the Xing family, surrounded by tall city walls and fortified with restrictions; without permission from the Xing family, outsiders were prohibited from entering.
The southern city, nad "Southern District," had no tall walls and resembled a vast marketplace instead.
Song Wen and Xing Chang were still a few miles away from the southern city when they saw a beautiful woman standing in mid-air, eagerly looking forward.
Her face was as lovely as the autumn moon, her skin whiter than snow. Her nose was high, and her lips were rosy.
Her pair of phoenix eyes were long and slightly upturned, with faint crow's feet at the corners that resembled ripples in autumn water, adding to her unique charm as a mature woman.
Her hair was styled high, revealing a long and graceful neck.
She wore a long dress in deep purple, adorned with intricate floral patterns, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like a fairy gliding on the waves.
Around her waist was a golden belt that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.
This woman was Xing Chang's mother, Shan Yue.
Her talent was not particularly remarkable, and even with the imnse resources provided by the Xing family over forty years of cultivation, she had only reached the initial stage of foundation building.
This was already a significant achievent for an ordinary person, but in the eyes of a cultivation family like the Xing family, it seed sowhat diocre.
Behind Shan Yue stood two Qi Refining stage maidservants, and the three stood on a flying boat.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her phoenix eyes revealed anxiety and worry.
This hint of sadness added a touch of delicate beauty to her, evoking sympathy and attracting countless wandering male cultivators to glance her way.
"Mother!"
Xing Chang called out from a distance.
Upon hearing his voice, Shan Yue's phoenix eyes shimred with tears, tinged with joy.
She hurriedly urged the flying boat to approach Xing Chang.
"Chang'er."
Shan Yue grasped Xing Chang's outstretched hands, her voice trembling with excitent and laced with a hint of a sob.
Before arriving at Fang City, Xing Chang had already used a ssaging jade slip to notify Shan Yue, informing her of his safe return.
With her son away on an adventure and not returning for a long ti, Shan Yue had been anxious and worried.
After receiving news of her son, she was eager to see him and could not wait to co and wait outside the city.
She held Xing Chang, examining him from head to toe, and after confirming that he bore no injuries, she finally felt relieved.
"Just co back safely."
She gazed at Xing Chang's face, her eyes filled with affection.
In her eyes, Xing Chang was not a late-stage foundation cultivator but just a scholar in disguise, a scholar with no ability to harm even a chicken.
(End of the Chapter)
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