Upon hearing such a vow of eternal love, Xiuhua suddenly smiled, her smile blooming like a flower.
Longquan's pupils immediately dilated, and his inner greed and desire overflowed—truly overflowed—blood gushing from the rupture in his heart.
He looked down and saw a terrifying long knife protruding from his heart, blood splattering everywhere. As he turned his head in disbelief, he happened to see Fang Zong smiling at him, revealing a set of small white teeth.
Then Fang Zong decisively swung his sword and split Longquan in two.
Ever since the exchange meeting, Fang Zong knew that Long Quan was dissatisfied with him. This dissatisfaction had not yet reached the point of a direct confrontation, but if given the opportunity, Long Quan would definitely not hesitate to secretly kill him.
So he also wanted to kill Longquan, and after seeing the other's values, he decisively took action.
Are all the people in the Blackwater Palace idiots?
As Fang Zong sorted through his spoils, he said with particular seriousness, "On Earth, idiots like him who turn their backs on people they don't get along with usually don't survive more than two chapters."
"Reporting to Master, he thought that with me around, he wouldn't confront me directly, but I've wanted to kill him for a long time."
"Shy Flower said sweetly."
It's impossible not to feel sweet. Just look at all those treasures being thrown out of Fang Zong's hands. She'd be happy to have them thrown at her, let alone stuffed into her hands.
Longquan is one of the four swordsmen in the Blackwater Palace. His cultivation level is higher than hers, and he naturally has more treasures than her. Moreover, she can use all the treasures in the palace, including a Purple River Whisk. Just by looking at the hazy halo on it, you can tell that it is the top-level one!
"We four sword attendants all use the Purple River whisk. He kept this one. I don't know if it's to curry favor with Chen Yu or Luo Yan, but it's definitely not Bi Yue, because Bi Yue discovered that he was keeping many furnaces outside and has already turned against him."
Xiuhua held the Purple River whisk and said happily.
Fang Zong continued to inspect the spoils of war. There were 1.2 million spirit stones and countless materials, but they were all water-attribute. He simply gave them all to Xiu Hua and asked her to deal with them and go to the exchange to find some good fire-attribute items for him.
"Master, what should we do with this little girl?" Xiuhua asked.
"Send it back."
At the exchange meeting, Xiuhua found two more fire-attribute spirit fruits.
However, the energy contained was too little; it wasn't enough to fill Fang Zong's stomach, and it didn't even allow him to break through to the next level. His foundation was too deep, so he was still only at the intermediate level of the Imperial Dao realm.
Of course, even a Xiuhua of the upper level of the Imperial Path couldn't beat him. Someone like Longquan, who is of the first rank of the Imperial Path, should have more than a 50% chance of winning in a head-on confrontation!
"Keep searching!" Fang Zong sat cross-legged to digest the energy of the spiritual fruit, then instructed Xiu Hua.
Xiuhua shook her head and said, "I can't find it. This is just a city for mortals. If you want to find fire-attribute treasures, you still need to enter a sect."
Which sect?
"Blackwater Palace will do!"
Shy Flower's eyes lit up instantly.
Fang Zong glanced at Xiu Hua and sensed that something was off about her. In the days they had spent together, Xiu Hua should have known that she wasn't the kind of person who would stay quietly in the sect. Letting her join the sect would be tantamount to bringing disaster upon it.
However, he didn't care about such things and asked, "Isn't the Blackwater Palace's cultivation method water-based?"
"Yin gives rise to Yang! In order to balance the energy in our bodies, we people in the Blackwater Palace all carry fire-attribute treasures with us. For example, I was carrying a fire-attribute spiritual fruit, which you have already eaten."
"Why isn't there a Longquan spring?"
Xiuhua's face turned cold, and she spat out, "He's a scumbag!"
It turns out that Longquan wasn't unable to find fire-attribute treasures; rather, with his strength, he could find a woman anytime, anywhere, and use special methods to release the unbalanced energy, or devour her to balance himself.
From this perspective, Longquan is essentially a cannibalistic evil cultivator, and is even more reviled than most evil cultivators!
"Master, I can introduce you to the Blackwater Palace. In our Blackwater Palace, the strong prey on the weak. As long as you don't provoke anyone above the first rank of Imperial Dao, you can steal whatever you want. I guarantee you can easily find fire-attribute treasures!"
Xiuhua continued to urge them on.
Fang Zong readily agreed, but Xiu Hua said she wouldn't provoke anyone above the first rank of Imperial Dao.
Just as Xiuhua was saying that the Blackwater Palace was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, he had already made his decision:
Set a small goal first.
Let's just swallow the entire Blackwater Palace!
Leaving the city of mortals, heading south, passing through a huge mountain range, there is a lake surrounded by valleys.
When traversing the mountain range, Fang Zong thought it would be a lake as clear as a mirror in the valley. However, upon arrival, he discovered that the Blackwater Palace truly lived up to its reputation as an evil sect. It was filled with miasma, and no one could be seen more than ten steps away. The lake in the middle was clear, but at the edge of the lake, there always seemed to be traces of blood seeping out!
Someone was bathing in human blood by the lake, and more than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground.
“Every time we accept new disciples, there are always some who don’t know any better, but now it seems that you remaining disciples should understand the principles quite well, right?”
The woman taking a bath had snow-white skin and a curvaceous figure. She stood up, not caring at all about being seen naked, and smiled gently at the twenty-odd new disciples who were huddled together.
The new disciples slowly knelt down, while the older disciples beside the bathtub, who were with the woman, burst into loud laughter.
"Haha, these good-for-nothings!"
"If they came to join the sect on their own, I'd give them some face. But you hundred people chosen from ordinary people, not one of you will survive. Do you really think you're all chosen ones? You dare to talk back to me?"
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