As Yang An stepped on the ashes, a soft crunching sound ca from under his feet. He moved slowly, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his expression grave. He was on high alert, seeing enemies in every shadow.
Sothing’s wrong!
Sothing’s very wrong!
’He was just here! How did he vanish in the blink of an eye? Where the hell is he hiding?’
The residence wasn’t large—just a courtyard and a few rooms. Yang An had a strong feeling the man was hiding sowhere in the dark, watching him, waiting for the perfect mont to strike.
He was growing anxious. Activating so many Techniques at once had consud an imnse amount of Mana. The remaining Mana in his acupoints could probably only sustain him for a few more monts.
"Senior Brother! If you’re not coming out, then I’m leaving!"
Yang An slowly backed toward the main gate, shouting into the residence as he went.
’If you’re not coming out, then I’m getting the hell out of here!’
There was no response. It was as if that guy, Pi Chu, had simply vanished into thin air.
With the Mana in his acupoints rapidly depleting, Yang An couldn’t afford to hesitate. He spun around and shattered the main gate with a single punch, then imdiately charged outside.
He didn’t dare deactivate the Qi Guang Technique, terrified that Pi Chu would attack the mont he returned to his normal state.
Once outside, he discovered that the few Corpse Slaves who had been guarding the entrance were all lying on the ground. For so unknown reason, their bodies had mostly lted away and they were completely motionless.
He was about to ignore them and sprint back to his own residence when he spotted a familiar, tall figure standing in the distance.
’Senior Sister Wen Yin!’
Wen Yin was staring at Yang An with a stunned expression, seemingly frozen to the spot.
Seeing her odd reaction, Yang An felt a flicker of confusion.
’So she was here after all. Why co out now? Is she just here to watch the drama unfold?’
But he had no intention of stopping. With Pi Chu still behind him, lying in wait like a tiger, he wouldn’t feel safe until he was long gone.
But just as Yang An was about to make a run for it...
"Junior Brother, wait!"
Wen Yin suddenly snapped out of her daze and tried to call him back.
’Nope, not listening, not stopping!’
’I’m running for my life! I absolutely cannot get held up here!’
Yang An turned a deaf ear, not even sparing her a glance. Like a three-colored streak of light, he activated both his Cloud-Stepping Technique and his Flying Bird Boots, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"..."
Wen Yin stood rooted to the spot, facing the direction Yang An had fled. She looked like she wanted to say sothing but held her tongue, reaching out a hand before pulling it back with a soft sigh.
’Is he angry that I wouldn’t see him before?’
"What happened? COUGH, COUGH!"
Spitting a large puddle of black blood onto the ground, Fu Ming staggered over. He looked so frail it seed a strong gust of wind could knock him over.
He covered his mouth as he looked toward Pi Chu’s residence, taking in the smashed gate and the dead Corpse Slaves, but there was no sign of Pi Chu himself.
"Was that Junior Brother Thirteen just now?"
He too had seen Yang An fleeing as he arrived.
He didn’t see Pi Chu, but he saw Yang An...
BLECH—
Fu Ming suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of black blood, staining his robes red.
"Pi Chu is dead?!"
He truly could no longer sense Pi Chu’s aura. The outco of the confrontation was now crystal clear.
But how on earth had Yang An managed it? And how had it happened so quickly?
Wen Yin took two slow steps back in disgust, ignoring him. Her gaze returned to Pi Chu’s residence before she leaped into the air and landed lightly on its roof.
Below, nothing remained but ashes scattered across the ground—proof that Pi Chu was not just dead, but had suffered a miserable end.
She recalled a ti when she had been just like Yang An, eventually killing her own senior to obtain the next part of the Cultivation Technique.
But that had been only after thorough preparation, and only when her Cultivation Level at the ti had reached its absolute peak. Even then, she had only erged victorious by a razor’s edge.
Sotis, it even ca down to luck. If fortune wasn’t on their side and they made a single wrong move, they would have been the ones to die.
That was her story, and the others had fared no better.
But when she recalled the recent flash of light, as brilliant as a blazing sun, she rembered how Pi Chu’s aura had vanished without a trace in a single instant.
Even standing outside the residence, she had felt that terrifying power, an oppressive and destructive force like the might of the heavens themselves.
She’d had no choice but to retreat quickly, lest she be caught in the blast.
Pi Chu’s Cultivation Level was the Middle Stage of Primordial Feeding. Although Wen Yin’s own Cultivation Level was a Small Realm higher, she was no match for him in a real fight to the death.
And Yang An? She could sense his Cultivation Level—Middle Stage Fake Food, approaching the Late Stage!
The gap between them was enormous. No one could have predicted that the one to die would be Pi Chu.
She watched as Fu Ming, still spitting up blood, slowly approached. It seed he also wanted to enter the residence to see what had happened.
Without a word to him, Wen Yin turned, leaped off the roof, and departed.
...
"Fugui, quick! The rest of you, barricade the door!"
The mont Yang An got back to his residence, he let out a small sigh of relief. He ordered several of his Corpse Slaves to barricade the door, then hurried back to his room.
He had deactivated the Qi Guang Technique on the way back, and the Mana in his acupoints was now completely depleted.
Yang An sat cross-legged on the floor, took out a few Elixirs from his at Burial Talisman, used Purification on them, and tossed them into his mouth. He imdiately began circulating his energy to recover his Mana.
He was so worried that Pi Chu would relentlessly pursue him all the way to his residence that he didn’t even take the ti to treat the cracking wounds on his body caused by the Qi Guang Technique.
He needed to recover his Mana quickly. That way, even if Pi Chu did catch up, he would have enough Mana to put up a fight.
If worst ca to worst, he would just flee Corpse Saliva Valley. Although his Cultivation Level had already reached the upper limit of the Fake Food Realm, he could still master more Techniques.
Once he had mastered enough Techniques to kill a Primordial Feeding Realm cultivator, he would return and make that bastard Pi Chu pay!
With this in mind, Yang An had already planned out his escape route.
But after an hour, his Mana had mostly recovered, and the thing he feared had not co to pass.
Pi Chu hadn’t co after him!
’What the hell is that guy up to?’
Although he found it strange, it gave him a chance to catch his breath. Yang An took out two healing Elixirs from his at Burial Talisman, used Purification on them, and popped them into his mouth.
The several cracked wounds on his body slowly began to heal as new flesh grew over them.
Since the man hadn’t pursued him, he decided to use this ti to fully heal his injuries.
Once his injuries were mostly healed and his Mana was fully restored, he cautiously opened the door and peeked outside.
’Looks like he really isn’t coming after .’
Yang An let out a huge sigh of relief. Today had scared him half to death; he’d genuinely thought he was going to die back there.
Luckily, for whatever insane reason, Pi Chu had decided to hide at the last second. Otherwise, he never would have been so fortunate as to escape.
’I guess I was too reckless, approaching Pi Chu without being fully prepared. That was almost a disaster.’
’He’s in the Primordial Feeding Realm, after all. Even if I reach the Perfection stage of the Late Stage Fake Food Realm, I’m still just in the Fake Food Realm.’
’Pi Chu is a whole Great Realm above . The gap is just too wide.’
’Logically, since the old master split the Cultivation Technique into parts and gave them to the other disciples, how is anyone else supposed to get them?’
Without being able to get help from anyone, he truly couldn’t figure it out.
After so thought, Yang An decided that if he wanted to get the Cultivation Technique, there was only one path forward.
He would have to master more Techniques, using quantity to overwhelm quality, until he was strong enough to kill Pi Chu with his Techniques alone.
He still had three at Beast Essence Stones. If his Mana proved insufficient, he would use them. He refused to believe there was no hope at all.
Clenching his fists, Yang An felt his heart fill with rage and determination.
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly called from outside his main door.
"Is Junior Brother Eleven present?"
’Who?!’
Yang An jolted, his newly relaxed body instantly tensing up again. He instinctively looked toward the source of the voice.
’That voice... It’s Second Senior Brother!’
’What’s he doing here?’
Recognizing the voice as that of Second Senior Brother Fu Ming, countless thoughts flashed through Yang An’s mind. He even suspected it might be Pi Chu in disguise, not the real Fu Ming.
"If you’re there, Junior Brother Eleven, please open the door. Master has sent to deliver the Cultivation Technique to you."
Fu Ming’s voice sounded from outside again, accompanied by his familiar sounds of coughing and spitting blood.
But Yang An remained suspicious.
’This guy outside called Junior Brother Eleven and said he’s here to deliver the Cultivation Technique.’
’Heh!’
’His story is full of holes!’
’I’m the old master’s thirteenth disciple, not so "Junior Brother Eleven." And he’s trying to lure out with a fake Cultivation Technique?’
’Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!’
He wasn’t going to fall for this, no matter what.
’I’m not responding, and I’m not going outside. Co in if you’ve got the guts!’
’The second you co in, I’ll run!’
Seeing that there was still no response from within the residence, a look of confusion crossed Fu Ming’s face.
He could sense Yang An’s aura within the residence, so why wasn’t he answering?
’Could it be that Junior Brother Eleven was injured and is at a critical point in his recovery? Did I arrive at a bad ti?’
"Junior Brother! You’ve already killed Pi Chu, so you are now the Master’s eleventh disciple! Don’t you want the next part of the Cultivation Technique?"
Fu Ming shouted into the residence again, his voice a little louder this ti, which triggered another violent coughing fit.
Yang An had planned on ignoring him, but upon hearing his Second Senior Brother’s words, he let out another sneer.
’If you’re going to try and lure out, at least co up with a better lie. This trick is pathetic.’
’I’m a Fake Food Realm Cultivator, and Pi Chu is in the Primordial Feeding Realm. The gap between us is enormous, how could I possibly kill... ’
’Hm? Wait!’
GASP—
Yang An slowly rose to his feet, a possibility he had never even considered flashing through his mind. His eyes went wide.
’Pi Chu is dead?!’
’Pi Chu is dead!’
’Why did Pi Chu suddenly "hide" just as he was about to kill ?’
’Why did Senior Sister Wen Yin try to call back?’
’Why did Second Senior Brother call "Junior Brother Eleven"? And why did he say he was delivering the Cultivation Technique?!’
’And thinking back on what Pi Chu had said earlier...’
’It’s... if Pi Chu is dead, then all of this suddenly makes perfect sense!’
’Pi Chu is really dead?!’
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