Chapter 123: Arrogant and Overbearing Han Feiyu

Fang Yu stood in place, watching the youth walking over, thinking about how to lure that Elder Han, who wanted to refine them, out and slay him.

This Elder Han of the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven was an elder who refined pills. Recently, having heard that they had once gone to the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Ground and even eaten the divine medicines there, he had conceived the idea of refining their bodies to extend his own lifespan.

Such an idea was very normal in the Life Great World, and slightly abnormal in the Shrouding Heaven Realm. But since Elder Han meant to make a move against them, Fang Yu prepared to take Elder Han out.

"It seems I cannot use my full power, lest I arouse that Elder Han's wariness."

The moment Fang Yu moved, he arrived before Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

Not far away came a youth, precisely the one who had been speaking with Elder Han's grandson.

"Brother, you must help me teach them a good lesson!"

"Break their hands and feet, and throw them into the lotus pond ahead to feed the fish!"

"Make them kneel and kowtow a thousand hard knocks to us!"

Seeing the youth arrive, the several youngsters instantly found their backbone, and one after another grew wanton, ceaselessly humiliating and cursing.

"Why did you savagely beat my younger brother?"

The young man's face was dark as water, his gaze sweeping over.

He had originally intended to look at Ye Fan and Pang Bo, but at this moment Fang Yu stood in front of the two, blocking his gaze.

"He was beaten, naturally because he deserved it."

Fang Yu's expression was calm as he sized up the man not far away. "If you make a move, then you also deserve a beating."

"What? So arrogant?"

"Too detestable, too detestable. I've never seen anyone so arrogant in the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven."

"We must make him kneel and kowtow hard to us!"

Hearing Fang Yu's words, the youngsters were instantly enraged. Even Ye Fan and Pang Bo felt Fang Yu's words were pretentious, but also very satisfying.

"Very well, you actually dare say such words to me."

A flash of light, and the youth pounced forward like a ghost. His palm-fingers were crystalline as jade, slashing toward Fang Yu's neck like a blade.

But before he reached Fang Yu, he could not move. It seemed as if a tremendous force in the void had directly seized him, letting him neither advance nor retreat.

"Having cultivated only a negligible bit of mystic arts, you dare be wanton before me? And still talk of making me kneel?"

With a wave of his hand, Fang Yu seized the youth into the air. Boundless pressure now enveloped the youth, making his bones crackle and pop.

So long as Fang Yu exerted a tiny bit of force, the youth would instantly turn into a puddle of blood and mud.

"And you lot, you also want to make me kneel?"

Fang Yu grabbed out with a great hand again, and the several stunned youngsters were all seized into the air, then sent flying.

Boom boom boom.

Whether the youth or the youngsters, they all fell toward the lotus pond, every one of them head-down and feet-up, plunged upside-down into the mud.

"What, how did he do that?"

"He didn't even make a move, yet there was an invisible force!"

"Could he already have cultivated mystic arts? How terrifying."

The surrounding people were stunned. This was the first time they had seen cultivators of mystic arts duel each other, but what shocked them was that this Fang Yu's divine rainbow was unlike anyone else's—it seemed colorless and transparent.

But seeing those people thrown into the lotus pond, everyone felt quite satisfied. Those people had been overbearing bullies through the years, accustomed to tormenting others, and deserved exactly such a lesson.

Suddenly, the crowd in the distance quickly parted, clearing a path for several strangers.

A youth of fourteen or fifteen, his face dark and gloomy as water, slowly walked toward them. Beside him followed several young men in their twenties, light flowing across their bodies.

"This is Elder Han's youngest grandson, named Han Feiyu..."

"His great-uncle is an elder, said to be a master pill-refiner."

"Hush, mind that disaster doesn't come from your loose tongue!"

Seeing Han Feiyu arrive, the surrounding disciples' faces all showed wariness and fear, and one after another they retreated.

The fourteen- or fifteen-year-old youth Han Feiyu slowly walked up close, and said to Fang Yu: "Do you take my Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven for some kind of place? Committing violence in broad daylight—do you really think you're an Enforcement Elder?"

"Since you've spoken up, then today you'll be beaten too."

Fang Yu did not stand on ceremony with Han Feiyu, and spoke lightly.

Hearing this, Han Feiyu's eyes shot out two beams of cold light. "Very well. In the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven, you're the only one who has ever spoken to me like this. I'll remember you."

"Ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth—there are some people in the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven you cannot offend. For someone like you to dare speak such words is simply not knowing whether you'll live or die!"

"Truly remarkable. Having only just entered the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven not long ago, and already so mighty and impressive. You really don't know how the word 'death' is written."

"Kneel, and you can suffer a little less pain."

Another person spoke, very casually. "You can also break your own legs, then crawl into the lotus pond, and your death-crime can be pardoned, sparing your life."

"Oh?"

Hearing such words, Fang Yu almost thought he was still in the Life Great World. This style of speaking actually appeared in the Shrouding Heaven Realm too.

"Make your move—let him despair!"

Han Feiyu's face grew even colder. Instantly, points of radiance welled up from below the navels of the four young men, and a divine pattern like a water-wave shot out like an iron chain, swiftly streaking toward Fang Yu to blast him down.

"A divine pattern surging out from the Sea of Bitterness!"

"The elder said only when one has cultivated to a small degree of accomplishment can one wield mystic arts—he is a master!"

Seeing this scene from afar, everyone let out a collective gasp, faces all showing tense expressions as they watched.

Fang Yu found it somewhat wondrous. These young men's dueling really did send divine patterns flying out from below the navel. But he was not the least bit flustered. With a casual motion, magic power gushed forth, and he seized all four young men in the void, hurling them out just as before.

Plop plop plop.

The four young men, without any power to resist, plunged headfirst into the lotus pond like overturned onions.

As for the divine patterns they had summoned, they were all fixed in midair by Fang Yu, utterly unable to move.

Before his power, the divine patterns these minor cultivators had summoned were no match at all.

"What?"

Han Feiyu seemed not to have expected such a thing to happen, and flew into a rage on the spot. Light bloomed within his Bitter Sea, and a small wooden seal, square-shaped and less than an inch long, shot out, circulating streams of emerald-green radiance as it rapidly enlarged.

The surrounding crowd immediately burst into cries of astonishment — this was a genuine Green Wood Seal, not something formed from the wisps of divine power within the Bitter Sea, and utterly beyond comparison to divine patterns.

After the Green Wood Seal burst from the Bitter Sea, wisps of green qi swirled around it, and in an instant it arrived, flying straight toward the top of Fang Yu's head.

It kept flying, kept growing. By the time it reached above Fang Yu's head, it had already become the size of a house, with green qi billowing around it, like surging clouds and mist.

Fang Yu smiled, stepped out in a flash, shifting forms and swapping shadows, and was already before Han Feiyu. With a single slap, he knocked the youth unconscious.

The Green Wood Seal instantly lost control and plummeted downward.

"Too bad I haven't obtained the Great Devouring Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos, otherwise I would've devoured it."

Fang Yu felt a touch of regret.