Subsequently, an ominous glint flickered in his eyes, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with such hate that it could make one s.h.i.+ver.
Under his gaze, He Yimingâs brows slightly creased. He was exceptionally displeased with this gaze.
âSo, youâve come after all. Didnât expect you can even keep the senior granduncle in the dark,â His voice seemed to be coming from in between his teeth; the hate within apparent to whoever heard it.
Since He Yiming had come looking for him, the former must have heard his final words, and since He Yiming knew his intentions, he had no chance.
âThatâs right, Iâve come.â Looking at Lu Xinwen, who had already closed his eyes, He Yiming slowly said, âIn fact, he didnât have to die at all. If your Fan family had not coveted Yuan familyâs a.s.sets, him, his three disciples, your father, and youâŠ.n.o.body needed to die.â
For some reason, emotions completely overtook He Yimingâs heart. He was having some trouble speaking, feeling kind of choked.
Perhaps it was related to the death of a Xiantian cultivator by his hands.
The awe-inspiring Fan family, due to coveting something that wasnât theirs, was ultimately exterminated even while having the a.s.sistance of a Xiantian cultivator.
Although He Yimingâs age was not big, during this short time heâd interacted with Yuan Earnest, heâd understood a few matters.
If Yuan Earnest agreed to spare Fan family, sun would be rising from the west.
Going by Yuan Earnestâs conduct, not only he would be swallowing all of their a.s.sets, he would absolutely not spare their remaining bloodline either.
However, the Fan family had n.o.body but themselves to blame for all of this. Even He Yiming had no way to meddle with it.
What they could do was to obtain their share from this giant feast, as to be expected.
A trace of peculiar red color appeared on Fan Vastsunâs face as he sneered and said, âOur Fan family is strong, and Yuan family is weak, moreover we have an insider to exploit, why can we not profit by their a.s.sets? However, the only thing we didnât antic.i.p.ate was that Yuan family will actually invite youâŠ.â
Hearing his blunt, completely undisguised explanation, He Yimingâs heart turned cold.
Todayâs Yuan family, why couldnât it be He family of the future?
Although He family was thriving today, if someday in the future it turned weak, there were certainly other clans lying in wait to replace it.
At this moment, He Yiming vaguely had an objective in mind. He would certainly make He family a great, millennial clan like Jadetingâs Lin family and Fire Crowâs Xie family.
Only such clans who had deeply twisted and entangled connections with other powers of the same region could deter and cope with challenges of the rising and falling waves of newly emerging clans.
Although Fan Vastsunâs face carried a sneer, he didnât dare even budge his body.
Even though he stood right before deathâs door, he didnât wish to die straightaway. If he moved and managed to gain He Yimingâs misunderstanding, he wouldnât be able to sustain even a single move from He Yiming.
Fan Vastsunâs vision slightly dropped, falling onto the bosom section of his robe.
Here was a sheepskin scroll, which was given to him by Lu Xinwen right before the end of his life. The old man hoped for him to continue the legacy of his technique. Even if it couldnât be pa.s.sed down for millenniums, its legacy wouldnât have ended at his hands.
However, this moment, Fan Vastsun only had one thought; how to destroy this map without leaving behind any trace.
Heâd already
believed his death to be a forgone conclusion. However, even in death, he wouldnât allow this map to fall into He Yimingâs hands, which would allow the latter to find that cave and Lu Xinwenâs remnants.
His mind reeled, even a trace of perspiration appearing over his head. Suddenly, his eyes s.h.i.+ned as he said, âMaster He, I know that my death is certain today. I donât dare ask forgiveness from you. However, I request you to let me dig this grave and bury Master Lu Xinwen. Then, I will take my own life.â
He Yiming thought for a moment, then said, âFine, go ahead.â
Fan Vastsun cupped his fists, turned around, picked up a long stone, and jumped into the grave.
He superficially sneaked a glance in He Yimingâs direction, only to discover that the latterâs vision was still on Lu Xinwen with something strange in his eyes.
Inwardly rejoicing, he turned his body, positioning so that he could block He Yimingâs eyesight, then gently stretched his hands inside his bosom.
With his seventh layer Internal Energy, as long as he could pinch the map, he could destroy it in its entirety. After that, even if it fell into He Yimingâs hand, the latter wouldnât be able to gain any use from it.
However, as soon as his hand made contact with the sheepskin scroll, his face, which was somewhat gratified, somewhat sinister, and somewhat smiling, immediately froze stiff.
Because he suddenly discovered that he couldnât move. Not only could he not circulate Internal Energy, he couldnât even budge his body.
He Yimingâs figure walked out from behind his body, looking closely at him, âSince brother Fan is destined to die today, the map Lu Xinwen gave to you has no use for you. SoâŠ.â He Yiming softly sighed and said, âLeave this map in my safekeeping. I will fulfill Lu Xinwenâs desire and not let the legacy of his learning to be cut.â
Fan Vastsunâs face immediately turned ashen. His face weakly collapsed. But his mouth could still twitch. His eyes seemed to be wis.h.i.+ng to come out of the rims, and his face was red as if iron. If a gaze could burn somebody, He Yiming would have long evaporated away as of now.
âYouâŠ. are even s.n.a.t.c.hing away granduncleâs possessions. You wonât die in peace.â
He Yiming coa.r.s.ely laughed and said, âBrother Fan, didnât you just say, Yuan family is weak and Fan family is strong, therefore you should rightly take their position? Today, you sir are weak, and this He is strong. Why should I not be able to take this map instead of you?â
Fan Vastsun started. His lips trembled and two red streaks flew out of the corners of his mouth. He then loudly laughed, laughed until his throat turned sore and voice turned coa.r.s.e, as if metal and stone grinding against each other.
Ultimately, his laughter slowly dimmed, and his mutterings could be heard, âRetribution, itâs retribution. Today, itâs our turn, and in future, it will be yours.â
His voice sank lower and lower. Suddenly he spit out half of his tongue, spurting out a huge amounts of blood
He Yiming didnât stop him and only revealed a trace of pity in his eyes as he watched him in silence.
Not too long after, Fan Vastsunâs body twitched a few times before becoming completely motionless.
He Yiming faintly shook his head and picked up that simple stone stripe Fan Vastsun had been holding. He jumped into the hole and completed Fan Vastsunâs job, digging out a deep hole in a few turns.
Living right before the mountain range in the He family, He Yiming was well aware that one must dig a deep grave to bury somebody. Otherwise, there would certainly be some wild beast that would dig out the corpse, and fill its belly such that not even the bones would be left behind.
Lu Xinwen although had died, he was after all a peak, Xiantian expert. In any case, his corpse shouldnât be left out in the wild.
Although the current conditions were far from ideal, it should be enough to allow him to rest in peace.
As for Fan Vastsun, although Fan familyâs destruction was deserved by all means, after going through this whole ordeal, He Yiming had understood one reasoning.
Weak died, and strong survived; this was the only truth of this world. The reason Fan family had taken such actions was also in order to become a millennium clan.
Only with oneâs own power would one be able to avoid other clanâs subst.i.tution.
All they had done, how was it actually wrong?!
Furthermore, in He Yimingâs mind, there was actually a forbidden zone. Something he absolutely didnât dare question, or think too much.
Forty years ago, He Wude, relying on Reclining Moon Blade and a.s.sistance of He Laibao, established He manor.
In the course of this process, how much blood would have been spilled, and how many small clans had been exterminated?
To say that they had the ability to establish He manor without hurting anybodyâŠ.
Although he admired his grandfather and grandpa Bao, he also knew that despite their strength being counted exceptionally high in Tai Cang county, this feat was simply on a different level in respect to their abilities.
Therefore, he didnât want to think along these lines, nor he wished to ask. If he could turn his eyes away from the truth, he could live his life with a clear conscience.
Digging a deep hole, he buried the corpses of Lu Xinwen and Fan Vastsun.
The depth of the grave heâd dug out went past beyond two meters, which was deep enough that ordinary wild beasts wouldnât be able to dig the corpses out.
Of course, before burying them, He Yiming checked their bodies and grabbed some of the things that were useful.
In any case, they were just to be buried. These things held no value for a dead person and would be better off with him, where they still might serve some purpose.
There was nothing on Lu Xinwenâs body. Surprisingly, it was Fan Vastsunâs body that had a few things.
Apart from the sheepskin scroll, there were actually a few gold ingots and a bottle.
Opening the lid, He Yiming sniffed a few times. His face slightly changed as he discovered that the bottle actually contained Essence gold cores, moreover five pills at that.
He Yiming immediately understood that these gold cores were not Fan Vastsunâs property at all. Heâd taken it from Lu Xinwenâs body.
It was no wonder that there was nothing on a Xiantian cultivatorâs body. It turned out that heâd already been plundered before. Fan Vastsun could never have expected that although heâd obtained the gold cores and map, he would immediately follow after Lu Xinwenâs steps and wouldnât even get an opportunity to increase his strength.
After collecting his gains, He Yiming opened the scroll.