Translator: Myriea_ActiasLuna Editor: Nou
It didnât take long before more cultivators started head towards the exit as well. Not only had they started reaching the limit of their breath, but the pellets within the cauldron had all been claimed and trying to snatch them from others was becoming impossible. Furthermore, those golden pellets had caught the eye of the Ghost Prince, the two elites of the western deserts, and the fairies of temptationânormal cultivators didnât have any chance whatsoever to get their hands on them. Especially considering how the fumes were threatening their lives, they didnât have the heart to even consider fighting and were all preparing to leave.
After the cultivators rushed to the cauldronâs sole entranceway, however, they found it incredibly crowded, and when they heard Fang Xing had blocked off the exit and was charging a fee, everyone was surprised and filled with anger. Some mournfully cursed, some were utterly furious, yet Fang Xing didnât pay it any mind and simply held out his hand with a smile on his face while calling out, âCome come come, pay half your gains and youâll be allowed out. Line up, donât push aroundâŠ.â
âFellow Daoist Fang, this opportunity was not easy; please let us goâŠ.â
âItâs not easy for your little grandpa to guard the door, either. Charging only half your gain is already being lenient; what else do you want?â
âLittle bastard, are you planning to rob all of us on your own? Be careful not to get yourself chopped upâŠ.â
âThat motherf*cking rat-sh*t with the loud mouth, donât think I didnât see you just because youâre hiding behind peopleâŠ.â
âFellow Daoist Fang, I have a fairly good relationship with Prince Chu Huang, the head of your Snowy Mountains. Could you perhaps show a little leniency for the sake of showing him face?â
âF*ck your uncle, heâs no friend of mine. Donât you try to play that card with meâŠ.â
âAhh, I canât hold it anymore! I canâtâŠ. Fellow Daoist Fang, please, let me outâŠ.â
âOi you, with the mole on your face, your eyes are brighter than a f*cking ratâs; how dare you lie to me? Save yourself the effort.â
The cauldronâs opening became a mess and the air quickly began to vibrate with spirit sense.
All the cultivators tried to use their own methods to get out of the cauldron, but Fang Xing turned his heart to stone and became a ruthless dictator. If they wanted to curse, heâd curse with them; if they wanted to make a scene, heâd let them make a scene; but if they wanted him to budge, there was no chance. âIf youâre so strong, why donât you try to fight your way out?â
Of course, the cultivators didnât truly have the ability to fight their way out, and as they reached the limits of their breath and their flow of Qi grew muddled, they could only clench their teeth and hand over their gains to leave. With this method, who knew just how much had fallen into Fang Xingâs pockets? These cultivators all shot envious looks towards Fang Xing while they were leaving the cauldron, but their battle prowess was too lacking and they did not dare to provoke him.
There was also another thought these cultivators had after leaving: if they were to fight him now and break his formation despite making it out, wouldnât that simply make it easier for all of those still inside? The real masters were still inside anyway, and it was certain theyâd come into conflict with this brat sooner or later. Perhaps the cultivators could wait and watch from afar while recovering the Qi they used up, and once this brat got beaten down by the group of masters, it might be their turn to beat this mutt as well and take back what was theirs!
As the idea began to grow, a strange scene began to form. All those cultivators who were let out sent a fierce look towards Fang Xingâs back without actually confronting him at all. Even those with a fiercer temperament did not go up to provoke him.
The fight for those golden pellets was so great it even caused an actual fire to form inside while the cauldron itself began to shake from the force. Fang Xingâs âeyesâ within the cauldron had already scouted it out. A total of nine golden pellets had been scattered from the small cauldron in the center, of which Hahn Longzi had taken one, the northern mountainâs three fairies had together taken two, Han Jiazi had taken two, and Li Ying had taken three while still fighting for the final piece.
Finally, it seemed Hahn Longzi had reached his limit. He gave up on the fight and flew towards the exit of the cauldron, but just as he was about to leave, he was surprised to see Fang Xing guarding the door.
Fang Xing smiled at him. âWe meet again! You want out? Give me your golden pellet and half of your Foundation Cleansing Pellets!â
âWhat⊠what do you mean?â Hahn Longzi messaged out, utterly furious.
âWhat I mean is your little grandpa here is going to rob you!â Fang Xing arrogantly declared while folding his arms. âDonât even think about coming out unless you hand over your golden pellet!â
âDammit, how dare you try to loot a burning house! This is shameful to the extreme!â Infuriated, Hahn Longzi brandished his blue sword and thrust it towards the formationâs pivot in a direct attempt to break free.
âTheyâre fighting! Theyâve started to fight!â Those Foundation Stages below all began to raise their heads to watch the start of this battle.
â Aiii , such a pity Hahn Longzi was the one who came out. If it had been Li Ying or that Han Jiazi, it would have been betterâŠâ all the cultivators softly sighed and lamented. In their minds, Hahn Longzi was just a little too weak; heâd already been struck speechless by Fang Xing before, and his battle prowess would have suffered after using up so much Qi to fend off the pellet fumes and fight against everyone else inside the cauldron. As for the little demon from Snowy Mountain, heâd planted this formation and leisurely waited for the others to exhaust themselves; how could Hahn Longzi be his opponent?
At the same time Hahn Longzi did his best to break the formation, two Foundation Stage cultivators quietly flew up into the air before dashing towards Fang Xingâs flank. They were also from the western deserts alongside Hahn Longzi, and theyâd kept a low profile when they came out in order to attack at this moment. They wanted to pincer attack Fang Xing and break this little bratâs formation to help out Hahn Longzi.
âHaha, you two think you were being sneaky? I saw you ages ago!â Fang Xing laughed before activating his formation towards Hahn Longzi and turning around towards the other western desertsâ Foundation Stage cultivators with his one-legged-man lance in hand. âBefore you attack me, itâs best you consider the situation for a moment. If you donât, I wonât be lenient on any of you!â
The two Foundation Stage cultivators from Hahn Longziâs sect werenât the only ones whoâd been growing restless. Whether it was the northern mountain cultivators allied with the three fairies who were afraid this would complicate the alliance, or the Ghost soldiers from the southern Ghost Kingdom who were worried about their master, theyâd all started to consider a pincer attack like this to help break the formation.
Fang Xing had seen through their intentions well in advance. He turned and waved his one-legged-man lance before calling out, âYou bunch of bastards are really making a mistake by underestimating me. If any of you dare to come and cause me trouble, donât blame me for taking your lives!â Although heâd said this with a smirk, his gaze was somewhat coldâthis was clearly not a joke.
Although the western desert cultivators continued to rush forward, Fang Xingâs words caused the restless northern and southern cultivators to hesitate and halt in mid-air. Theyâd all seen how ruthless this brat was and knew he was on the same level as those top-tier elites. This brat was way beyond their reach, and with their lives on the line, they had to consider the situation carefully.
Hahn Longzi gripped his blue sword and shouted, âSnowy Mountain disciple, donât you even imagine taking my opportunity with such a formation! In your dreams!â After fighting his way through the formationâs pressure, he arrived in front of Fang Xing and let out an angry yell. The blue sword became a ray of light that swept towards Fang Xing with such a sharp, powerful cold that even the hairs of the cultivators below began to stand on end. It was as though everywhere his sword passed was truly swept up in a bitter winter.
Fang Xing pointed at the restless cultivators below before declaring, âRemember this: you are not allowed to get close or you will lose your lives!â With that, he turned and struck out behind him.
As the one-legged-man lance and the freezing light of Hahn Longziâs sword collided, a countless number of ice shards were broken and scattered out in all directions like a blizzard. The brave Hahn Longzi whoâd just broken the formation let out a loud cry as he was sent flying back into the cauldron like a limp rag.
âWhat about such a formation? With your ability, even if you do manage to make it out, Iâll just slap you back inside!â While Hahn Longzi stomped his feet in rage, Fang Xing didnât even view him as anything important and simply reconnected his formation.
The formation he placed here had been created with the formation flags heâd taken from the Qing-Yun Sectâit wasnât anything powerful or difficult to break. A Foundation Stage cultivator could break it in the time it took to finish half a cup of tea, but Fang Xing wasnât truly relying on the formation to block off the cultivators exiting the cauldron, it was just acting as a buffer zone. No, he was what would block off all the cultivators from leaving.
Although Hahn Longzi wasnât injured after being smacked back into the cauldron with that single blow, he continued to stomp his feet in rage. He hadnât taken a breath in such a long time and was nearing his absolutely limit, leaving him incredibly frustratedâhe would have swallowed Fang Xing alive if he could. âFang Xiaojiu, trying to take my opportunity for yourself has created an unresolvable enmity between us!â
âWe have an unresolvable enmity from this?â Fang Xing sneered, his gaze chilling as he spoke. âWe had such an enmity from the moment you blocked my horse carriage! You bastard, you really think Iâm such a good person Iâll let you provoke me? Take this lesson to heart: I donât care if youâre some four sisters of the western desert or three big brothers clan of some sort; if you donât give me the opportunity you found inside, donât even think about coming out!â
Hahn Longzi loudly gritted his teeth and flames of rage nearly burst from his eyes. âBastard, Iâm going to kill youâŠ.â
Fang Xing, on the other hand, simply relaxed and played with the one-legged-man lance in his hand. âIf youâre able to kill me, why donât you come and do it?â He let out a cold laugh that echoed both inside and outside the cauldron while everyone else remained silent.