TIC Chapter 35: The Past Hatred of the Golden-Eyed God

The teleportation talisman landed at Lin Fuqing’s feet, and just as it was beginning to shine, marking the start of the spell, Tunan cut it in half.

“You didn’t learn your lesson.”

Lin Fuqing lightly shook the tip of his sword, as calmly as if he was cutting off a piece of insignificant dust. “I said I’ll teach you a lesson when we get back to the inn. It seems that Immortal Sovereign Fang can’t wait any longer.”

He raised his hand, and suddenly a circle of white light appeared around Fang Zhiyuan, with runes surging. It was a blockade formation.

Fang Zhiyuan was momentarily stunned. He tried to raise his hand to block the light but realized that Lin Fuqing had cast a spell on him without him knowing.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyuan’s head buzzed. He couldn’t believe it. “Lin Fuqing, are you crazy? You…untie me!!”

Ignoring him, Lin Fuqing walked toward Wang Zhe, sword pointed at him.

He calmly said, “I changed my mind. I’ll fight him first.”

….Of course, he ignored him.

The Demon Lord couldn’t help but think in his heart: Facing a powerful enemy, the brothers with tacit understanding for a hundred years had to compete to see who could subdue the other the fastest.

But he had no choice. If he didn’t subdue this man, Fang Zhiyuan would definitely go up and die for him.

How could he let that happen?

After all, he was the senior brother, not to mention that Fang Zhiyuan had risked his life to protect him multiple times in the past. If someone really had to go up, he would prefer to go first.

The atmosphere was heavy.

In front of a Mahayana strongman, all the disciples of Ziwei Pavillion, including the Holy Son Ji Na, had fainted due to the overbearing pressure. Aside from that, there was only overgrown grasses and trees, with a cliff extending downward on one side and a precipice extending upward on the other.

“Okay, okay, okay, what an arrogant ant!” Wang Zhe laughed loudly, clapping his hands. He looked at Lin Fuqing in ridicule and said, “In that case, I’ll kill him first. I’ll torture him to death in front of you. Can you stop me?”

Lin Fuqing said seriously, “If you really have the confidence to kill him in front of me, you can try.”

The spiritual energy around Wang Zhe surged, and his feet flashed, more than three times faster than his previous movement and faster than the wind. He appeared behind Lin Fuqing in an instant.

The cold scimitar pointed towards the bound Fang Zhiyuan’s heart, as if it was going to dig out the beating organ alive within the next half second.

Lin Fuqing only had time to turn around. Wang Zhe was too fast and he couldn’t catch up.

The sharp blade filled with murderous intent rapidly enlarged in Fang Zhiyuan’s violently shrinking pupils.

Fang Zhiyuan couldn’t move and a thought flashed across his mind, surprisingly inappropriate for the moment.

He was thinking in a daze: Such a familiar imprisonment spell. It seems to use the runes of the Fang family’s soul-imprisoning lock… He’d asked shige to write it down, but he got himself into trouble instead… No, it’s only been a few days since he wrote it down, and his shige actually learned it so quickly… He is worthy of being…

Fang Zhiyuan didn’t have time to finish thinking “As expected of my shige.”

Boom!!–

Blood exploded, staining the vision red.

A scorching wave of air shot out, casting a long red flame that turned into a dragon, directly blasting Wang Zhe away!

The air in front of Fang Zhiyuan gradually twisted, and a rune belonging to the fire element slowly revealed its pattern. Its powerful aura identified it as a Mahayana rune.

The force of the rune explosion was so great that Wang Zhe didn’t even fly into the air halfway; he crashed directly into the steep mountain wall!

A deafening sound rang out and rubble rolled down.

After a few breaths, a scimitar clinked to the ground.

The explosion stirred violent winds, making Lin Fuqing’ white robe flitter. His deep eyes were like a stilled pool of water. He raised his hand and a defensive golden formation spread out to protect the unconscious people from Ziwei Pavillion.

Of course, he was just kidding. Now that he’d come back to life, there was no way he would give the True God a gift.

Fang Zhiyuan’s back was drenched with a cold sweat. After a long pause, he finally let out a sigh, as if having survived a disaster.

He complained in a low voice, “Shige nearly scared me to death.”

Only then did rationality return.

Come to think of it, ordinary disciples could get things from their family or master to save their lives at critical moments. Yin Changxin was a half-step immortal, and Lin Fuqing was his eldest disciple whom he cherished the most.

Their master must have given him the attack rune equivalent to a full-strength attack from a Mahayana cultivator.

However, in the Immortal Realm, there were not many people as clever as Lin Fuqing. He actually added an eye-catching spell to the attack rune and threw it on the blocked array.

Then he used provocation to trick others into attacking it.

Amidst the smoke, Wang Zhe supported himself against the rocks, panting heavily. The muscles on his face twitched fiercely. “Good…very good.”

Half of his arm had been burnt black, with the skin and flesh rolled up, looking quite miserable.

With Lin Fuqing’s snow-white robe, the contrast was quite stark.

The young immortal shook his head and sighed, saying calmly, “Although I have long known that some practitioner’s brains don’t match their cultivator, this is the first time I’ve seen a cultivator in the Mahayana stage be so stupid.”

He pursed his lips and chuckled. “I asked you to try and you actually tried. Why are you so obedient? Haha.”

He even said “haha” so purposely.

Facing a Mahayana, Lin Fuqing had no intention of seeking death. He sincerely emphasized again, “Elder Wang, you should kill me first.”

The air around them began to vibrate and twist.

The wind also changed, becoming sharp like a mountain of knives and a forest of swords.

The scimitar on the ground shook violently, as if foreshadowing its owner’s extreme emotions.

Wang Zhe laughed in anger. He stroked his arm, healing the burnt wound at a terrifying speed. “I wonder how many more Mahayana runes you can use…”

He waved his hand in the air, and the scimitar slowly floated up.

He ordered, “Go.”

Like a bolt of lightning, the scimitar shot toward Lin Fuqing.

Still too fast for him to even dodge.

Lin Fuqing knew he couldn’t hide, so he didn’t hide.

He drew Tunan, faster than dodging.

Tunan blocked the scimitar.

Though Wang Zhe had been seriously injured, this collision was still like smashing an egg with a rock.

Lin Fuqing’s spine bent, a hint of pain flashed across his brow, and a mouthful of bright red hot blood splattered out of his throat!

The red droplets fell on his sleeves like fallen plum blossoms in the snow.

The gap in cultivator realm between them was indeed too big. Lin Fuqing thought about the day he’d forced Shen Xiaojiang to fight the qi monster, and he suddenly felt a sense of karma.

“Do you regret it, little ant?” Wang Zhe shot over and wrapped his fingers around the handle of his scimitar, adding strength. The scimitar inched closer to Lin Fuquing’s neck. “Or should I call you…Little Devil?”

All the spiritual energy in Lin Fuqing’s dantian and meridians were released all at once. It was no joke for a Golden Core to fight against a Mahayana. His face turned pale, and pain flooded his lungs. His heart thundered fast and dull.
“Little devil, you are very lucky…”

Wang Zhe’s voice was very light, but the hidden malice was obvious. “I can spare you and only kill your shidi. You have excellent aptitude and can barely become the cauldron of a true god.”

Blood trickled down the corner of Lin Fuqing’s mouth, and darkness swam across his vision. Wang Zhe’s second strike arrived, but Lin Fuqing continued to hold his sword horizontally, not retreating.

“Lin Fuqing!!” Fang Zhiyuan’s eyes turned red and he roared, “Do you want to die? Come back here–”

Wang Zhe curled up his lips. He looked at Lin Fuqing as if he was looking at a grain of sand. “But this temper needs to be tempered first.”

“You are really gods.” Lin Fuqing’s eyes were slightly out of focus. His internal organs were injured and dark blood continued to trickle from his mouth. “What…what do you want?”

Wang Zhe sneered. “You will know when you kneel down before me.”

Ants should not show off their intelligence and courage in front of a true god.

Wang Zhe thought so.

His murderous intent turned into tangible blades, penetrating into the young immortal’s soft body, tearing apart his lungs, bones, and flesh, turning him into bloody mud.

If this pretty little demon had been a just little dumber, it would not have noticed that Elder Wang was different.

Or perhaps if he was a bit more timid and didn’t dare call out to ‘Elder Wang’ and didn’t insist on getting on Ziwei Pavilion’s millet boat…

He and his shidi could have lived happily for a few more months, even years.

Tunan slipped from Lin Fuqing’s trembling fingers.

He fell down silently, his slender body trembling like a white pear flower withering on a branch in the wind.

Wang Zhe reached out and grabbed Lin Fuqing’s collar with his five fingers, as if he was pulling the blood-stained white pear blossom into his palm.

He smiled grimly. “What a wonderful tripod, it’s mine…”

…………….

“You asked me if I regretted it.”

Suddenly, a clear voice was heard.

The wind was still, the grass motionless. The chirping birds and insects and the sweet fragrance of flowers disappeared altogether.

Time stretched and space twisted.

“You asked the wrong question.”

A slender hand grabbed Wang Zhe’s wrist.

Lin Fuqing calmly opened his eyes. A long river of darkness seemed to be surging in the depths of his pupils, the waves swallowing up the light.

The future Demon Lord said calmly, “In my two lives, I have never done anything I regretted, and I’ve never done anything that I have not thought carefully about.”

Wang Zhe’s eyes widened, and numbness creeped into his back.

He suddenly realized, where is this?

The cliff under his feet was not a cliff, and the sky over his head was not the sky.

“You did something wrong too. I told you to try to kill Zhiyuan and you did it. I told you to kill me first and you did it. Stupid.”

This true god was indeed too stupid. Ling Fuqing wanted to pretend to be miserable and weak to see if he could get some information out of him.

But in the end, this body was too fragile. If he continued to hold on, something serious might happen, so he had no choice but to give up.

Unable to move, Wang Zhe said in a hoarse voice, “You…”

Lin Fuqing grabbed his pulse point with his backhand and frowned slightly in confusion. “You’re so stupid that I’m a little curious. Are you the one that killed my star? Don’t you know that I have a tribulation crossing soul? How dare you threaten us?

This was the sea of consciousness, the realm of the soul.

The moment Wang Zhe touched him, Lin Fuqing’s soul had directly invaded his sea of consciousness!

“To tell you the truth, from the moment I called you Elder Wang, I didn’t mean to test you.”

Ling Fuqing’s expression grew cold, and his murderous intent was evident as he said, “I want to kill you with my own hands.”

The world became momentarily silent.

As a Golden Core, he’d said he wanted to kill a Mahayana practitioner with his own hands.

This wasn’t killing another Golden Core, nor even that of a Nascent Soul; this was about killing a Mahayana.

Was it absurd, crazy even?

No, this wasn’t surprising.

This was Lin Fuqing, the little immortal from Xuyun Peak of Taiqing Island who, at the age of twelve, had said that he would kill the Star of Calamity.

Compared with killing a star, what was killing a Mahayana?

What’s so crazy about killing the “True God”?

Wang Zhe let out a bark of surprised laughter. “You intend to kill me?”

Lin Fuqing said, “Not only will I kill you, but I will also devour your soul before I kill you, so that I can see what secrets lie inside the mind of the True God.”

“No!” Wang Zhe’s eyes narrowed. “Ha, so wrong! You don’t dare to kill me.”

Saying this, he became calm again. The expression of control and superiority returned to his face.

“This isn’t my real body. It’s just a clone. But what about you? Using the Tribulation-Crossing soul with a Golden Core body is against the will of heaven. You should be reaching your limits now, right?”

Wang Zhe laughed loudly. “If you dare to move again, your soul will become exhausted and your sea of consciousness will be seriously injured for the rest of your life! Of course, you dare not kill me, and devouring my soul is even more ridiculous!”

However, at this moment, Lin Fuqing also felt like laughing.

It had been just over half a month since he was reborn, and the chance to exact revenge on the person who’d killed Fang Zhiyuan in their previous lives was within his grasp. This opportunity to kill his enemy with his own hands, how refreshing was it?

The most interesting thing was that this was not the enemy’s real body, but just an avatar.

This meant that he could still find out the true identity of his enemy, kill him once, and kill him again.

As for the exhaustion of the soul and the serious injury to the sea of ​​consciousness, compared with this kind of pleasure and excitement, what do they matter?

It was just a little pain, and he would slowly heal with time.

However, Lin Fuqing didn’t have time to take action.

He saw a flash of lightning.

This was not in his sea of consciousness, but something in the external world.

On the cliff, Lin Fuqing’s eyes instinctively closed, and he felt someone quickly pulled him away.

Fang Zhiyuan, who had managed to successfully break away from the seal, whispered anxiously in his ear, “Enough! Collect your soul quickly!”

Before Lin Fuqing could react, the man tightened his arms around him.

…………….

In Liuhua Continent, two children playing outside raised their heads.

The girl stopped at the entrance of the alley and pointed at the sky in surprise. “What’s that in the sky? A thunderbolt?”

The older boy scratched his head. “That can’t be right. There’s no clouds so there shouldn’t be thunder?”

In the restaurant, the storyteller dropped his wooden clapper.

He rushed to the window enthusiastically, not caring about the guests waiting for him to finish the exciting part of his story. “This is…Immortal Sovereign Lu! It’s the Immortal Sovereign’s Thunder Sky Axe!”

Jingui Palace, under the osmanthus tree.

A few golden-robed monks looked up at the sky.

One of them murmured to himself, “I haven’t seen this kind of lightning in decades… What evil villain could have caused the Lord to summon the Thunder Dome in Liuhua Continent this time?”

On the cliff.

The mighty thunder illuminated the sky and earth.

A very tall man wearing a soft armor robe appeared out of nowhere, holding a pair of huge axes in his hands.

He was like a golden pagoda piercing through heaven and earth.

Tall, strong, and extremely eye-catching.

“What a scoundrel!”

The Immortal Sovereign Lu Kuifu’s eyes were wide with anger, and furious words burst out from between his teeth. The power of each word was deafening.

“How dare you, a rat, to act so recklessly in Liuhua Continent!”

The wind became more fierce, and Fang Zhiyuan used his spiritual powers to create a barrier, protecting Lin Fuqing in his arms.

He called out “Shige” in a low voice, but saw that Lin Fuqing’s eyes remained closed, his eyelashes drooping, and his black hair was scattered on his pale face. He seemed to have fainted due to the backlash of his strong soul.

When he looked up again, what remained within the center of the lightning was only a charred black area.

Wang Zhe, a Mahayana cultivator, was reduced to ashes.

According to the rules of the Immortal realm, the titles of all immortal leaders were borrowed from the names of their natal divine weapons.

Lu Kuifu was gifted with incredible talent, containing a single spiritual Thunder root that had not appeared in a thousand years. He was born with incredible powers and wielded a pair of giant axes that had the power to trigger heavenly thunder. The axes were named Thunder Sky Axe.

Thus, he was called the Thunder Sky Immortal Sovereign.

 

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