After the old woodcutter was shocked, he immediately realized that it was not that he was unaware, but that he was no longer paying attention to the things happening at the mountain temple.
It’s like a cultivator in the Void Refinement Realm is just an ant to a True Immortal. If an ant appears dozens of feet behind you, would you care?
The old woodcutter put the firewood down again, then with a flash of divine light, he appeared in front of Fang Jian. He looked at him in amazement and said, "You're not dead? You're not dead?"
Fang Jian looked at the old woodcutter calmly and said, "Since you said that, you must know what happened, right?"
"Of course I know. You were ambushed by someone using magical powers," the old woodcutter said. "Magic powers are difficult to predict and even more difficult to resist. They are the closest to the laws of heaven that immortals comprehend from the Dao Fruit. They are impossible to guard against."
Upon hearing this, Fang Jian asked in a serious tone, "Can supernatural powers harm people anytime and anywhere?"
The old woodcutter shook his head and said, "That's not the case. Although I am also a True Immortal, I haven't yet comprehended mystical powers. However, I also know that such injurious mystical powers usually require a medium, such as the victim's blood, hair, or even a stream of Qi... As long as there is a medium, it can arrive in an instant and kill without being seen. Or, if the person performing the mystical power knows the victim's specific location and where they are, they can also do it."
After hearing this, Fang Jian's mind suddenly became clear, "It's that birdman Wuxiang!"
The old woodcutter frowned, and asked doubtfully, "Mingquan Mountain Demon Mansion, Master Wuxiang? How can you be sure it's him?"
Fang Jian said calmly, "First, he has every reason to kill me. Second, my Yuquan Peak Temple is right next to his Mingquan Mountain Demon Residence. As long as I head towards Yuquan Peak, the Chongxiao Tianhe Clan will be watching me all along the way."
"Do you have any evidence?" asked the old woodcutter.
Fang Jian shook his head and said, "No, but I'm almost certain it's him."
The old woodcutter chuckled and said, "Supernatural powers have the ability to conceal secrets. Since you don't have any evidence, you can't cause any trouble for him."
Fang Jian snorted coldly and said, "The Heavenly Court is acting too cautiously these days. They're afraid of the Tribulation Force and are always hesitant. Does being so cautious mean that the Tribulation Force is gone? In my opinion, in this case, every demon cultivator above the Yang God Realm in Xihua Province should be captured and beheaded. The culprit will definitely not be left out!"
When the old woodcutter heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He said hurriedly, "It's better to be cautious. What if we kill the wrong person? As the ruler of the three realms, the Heavenly Court should act with fairness and justice."
Fang Jian stared at the old woodcutter and said, "You say that because you are also a member of the Xihuazhou demon fairy?"
The old woodcutter's eyes flickered, and he said, "Let's not talk about that for now. How did you manage to avoid the divine power's strangulation? This is too absurd. Even a True Immortal like me isn't sure I could have avoided it."
Seeing him ask this, Fang Jian casually said, "I don't know about that. How would I know how I escaped the strangulation of the magical power?"
The old woodcutter's eyes widened instantly, "How could you not know?"
Fang Jian said, "Listen carefully: Know what you know, and don't know what you don't know. There is no Bodhi tree, and the flying snow is like shooting a white deer..."
"Alright, alright." The old woodcutter interrupted Fang Jian and muttered, "Nonsense! If you don't want to talk, forget it."
"Haha." Fang Jian asked the old woodcutter, "Do you know how to sing the song I taught you last time?"
The old woodcutter turned around and glared at Fang Jian, saying, "What kind of song is that? The tune is so strange, I've never heard it before."
"So you haven't learned it yet? Such a simple song, you are a demon fairy, how come you are dumber than a mortal?" Fang Jian said in surprise.
The old woodcutter sat down on the ground, then pulled out a tattered xylophone from his sleeve and fiddled with it while saying, "I can sing, but the music isn't tuned yet."
Fang Jian came over and sat down next to the old woodcutter. He looked up at the xylophone and then shook his head and said, "You're a demon fairy, why don't you get a better xylophone?"
"What's the difference between a good and a broken zither? Aren't they all just playing tunes?" The old woodcutter moved a little to the side and whispered, "Why are you sitting so close?"
Fang Jian didn't care at all. He sat cross-legged with his hands supporting his chin and looked at the broken harp in the old woodcutter's hand. The Nine Dragon Scepter in his soul kept flashing, but he ignored it.
After a cup of tea, the old woodcutter adjusted his voice, turned his head to look at Fang Jian, and said, "I sang it."
"Sing." Fang Jian said with a smile.
The old woodcutter cleared his throat, and then his rough big hands plucked the strings of the zither. As the sounds of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu rang out, the old woodcutter's old voice began to sing along.
"Time rarely remains silent, and the autumn wind is tired of wandering..."
"Hehe." As the old woodcutter's hoarse voice sang Xiaoyao Tan, Fang Jian's face suddenly showed a mischievous smile.
At this moment, a ray of fairy light flashed across the sky, and then the general Fang Zhen, who was trying to capture and kill the general, flew down to Yuquan Peak with a magic weapon in his hand and stepped on the white clouds.
Fang Jian had already noticed the Zhuosha General, and the Zhuosha General also noticed Fang Jian. His eyes lit up, and then he flew towards Fang Jian as if he breathed a sigh of relief.
When the General was about to land next to Fang Jian, Fang Jian pointed to the hay field beside him and said, "Sit down."
The catching and killing general glanced at the old woodcutter, then sat down on the ground next to Fang Jian.
"Laughing and sighing, I am at a loss for words. The fools of the past and the madness of the present are ultimately in vain."
The old woodcutter had already reached the climax of the first verse when Fang Zhen, the general in charge of capturing and killing General Fang Jian, transmitted a message: "Pacifier, Hong Yuanhua, whom you sent to Shenyun Mountain, was driven back and seriously injured. Fortunately, he was escorted by the water spirit of the Xiao'er River and returned to Luoyan Ridge alive. He has now been healed by Master Weisheng."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
