Chapter 147: I

The seventh young master of the Li family is dead.

But his memories and a piece of "Source" left behind.

For Fang Yu, who had reached the 3rd Stage of Divine Abilities in the Daoist Gang Qi Realm, learning a mortal's memories was no difficult task.

After cultivating to the 9th Stage of Physical Body and the Spirit Communication Realm, one could influence others' thoughts; upon entering the Divine Ability Secret Realm, the spirit ascended into magic power.

Now Fang Yu's spirit had ascended to Daoist Gang Qi; with a mere trick, he could force the seventh young master of the Li family to reveal the truth of the past.

Jiang Tingting's parents were indeed killed by several Li family cultivators. They had paid a heavy price to obtain a rare drug from other cultivators, one capable of triggering fierce wild beasts into a frenzy; after sprinkling it on Tingting's parents, they were torn to shreds by terrifying lightning birds.

Of course, there were also filthy transactions and dark schemes involved—things that stirred deep sorrow upon hearing them.

The truth was now clear; the old Jiang man and Tingting both wept bitterly.

But even now, having uncovered the truth, it could not bring Tingting's parents back to life.

The old Jiang man walked to Fang Yu and bowed deeply, thanking him for his great kindness.

Fang Yu accepted the bow.

"I never imagined the Cultivation World held so many conspiracies and deceptions."

"Old man, please accept your loss and find peace."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo went to support the old Jiang man; they could not bear to see an elder weep.

"This matter is not over."

Fang Yu spoke.

The Li family had more than just their seventh young master cultivating in the Misty Cloud Grotto; several elder Li cultivators had reached the Life Spring Realm and were of Elder rank within the Misty Cloud Grotto.

They would never let this go.

"Come, I'll take you to kill them."

Fang Yu's gaze halted them; with a slight motion, his magic power surged wildly, lifting everyone into the air.

"Young master, where are we going?"

The old Jiang man had never imagined he would one day fly through the air to some place.

"To the Misty Cloud Grotto."

"The Misty Cloud Grotto? One of the Six Grottoes. Are we going there to demand justice?"

Ye Fan stirred.