Chapter 589: A Suicide Mission
Chapter 589: A Suicide Mission
The night sky was shrouded in darkness.
Fei Shentong, dressed in black and with a black cloth covering his face, arrived at Dolong Slope.
He glanced at Dong Peak, and a hint of disdain flashed across his face.
A mere Lv Feng, he thought, could be dealt with by just one of his paper figures.
The true threat to the Fei Clan was still Fang Xing!
'I've already stepped down as the family patriarch. Whether it was the previous ambush on the Qiao Clan's caravan or this time's annihilation of Dolong Slope, if it's exposed, I'll take full responsibility...'
The righteous path emphasized saving face, but it was just a matter of degree.
As long as there was an excuse, it would suffice.
If the truth were to be revealed, the fact that Fei Shentong had already stepped down would serve as that very excuse!
Even if others didn't believe it, it wouldn't matter at all.
He arrived near the Ten Thousand Acre Bamboo Sea, his eyes carrying a cold glint.
"Go!"
Paper figures descended one after another, each clad in paper armor and wielding paper weapons like bows and arrows, swords, and knives. They were capable of fighting against powerful forces.
The Qiao Clan's caravan had been ambushed in this manner and then buried without a trace.
Strange paper figures resembling young boys and girls entered the bamboo forest, and suddenly, a hissing sound could be heard.
Pfft!
A pitch-black toxic mist appeared, and the paper figures within it, despite managing to hold on for a moment, were quickly corroded and emitted pitiful, shrill cries.
Hiss!
Accompanied by a snake's hiss, a black snake, thicker than a water bucket, emerged. Its vertical pupils fixed on Fei Shentong, and its aura was unfathomably deep.
"Level 9 Qi Perception?"
Fei Shentong exclaimed, "A black snake with Level 9 Qi Perception? Dolong Slope has been hiding such a secret..."
However, he was even more grateful that he had decided to eliminate Dolong Slope before his impending death.
If they had continued to develop, he wouldn't have known how to handle the situation.
"Go!"
He patted the flying squirrel pouch at his waist, and more paper figures appeared one after another.
Among them were paper wolves, paper tigers, and paper eagles... They formed a dense army.
An astonishing amount of Sha Qi rose into the sky, forming an array.
Although the black snake had Level 9 Qi Perception, the Paper Folding Technique was infamous for its disregard for life, allowing the weak to overcome the strong!
Fei Shentong had already sacrificed his life for this battle, and even Qiao Wuyong, who was also at Level 9 Qi Perception, had died at his hands. How could a mere demon beast stand a chance?
Pfft! Pfft!
Paper figures drew their bows and fired arrows of various colors, piercing the black snake's scales and leaving deep wounds on its body.
"Hiss!"
The black snake, in pain, quickly retreated into the bamboo forest.
"Don't even think of escaping!"
Fei Shentong coldly laughed as he prepared to give chase.
Suddenly!
His eyes lit up, and he saw four paper figures carrying a paper sedan chair flying out.
"You audacious Kemaritan Xiu, how dare you intrude upon my bamboo forest and injure my guardian beast!"
Fang Xing let out a light rebuke, and a 'Nature Heal' spell landed on the black snake.
The snake's wounds instantly healed, and its body coiled up, hissing angrily at Fei Shentong as if cursing at him...
"Fang Xing..."
Fei Shentong, upon seeing the main culprit, became even more excited and raised his hand.
Whoosh!
Paper darts, paper knives, and paper arrows appeared, raining down like a dense shower, each one a deadly projectile.
But Fang Xing merely whistled and pulled out the stopper of the gourd at his waist.
Cold white ants appeared, fluttering their wings and flying into the air, constantly spewing cold air to form ice walls.
The paper weapons in mid-air froze into ice blocks, instantly shattering into countless ice shards...
"Hmm? Is this Insect Control? What fierce cold insects... No, you don't seem to be proficient in the Paper Folding Technique at all?"
Fei Shentong's eyes instantly turned red.
He realized that Fang Xing's primary skills were beast taming and insect control. Aside from the four paper figure sedan carriers, there wasn't a trace of the Paper Folding Technique in his cultivation.
"Haha, the Paper Folding Technique shortens one's lifespan... Who would want to cultivate that?"
Fang Xing smiled, his mouth curving playfully, "Why are you so agitated? Let me guess, could it be... you're the dying Fei Shentong?"
Fei Shentong was taken aback, not expecting to be recognized so easily.
He removed his face covering and coldly laughed, "So what if I am? You haven't cultivated the Paper Folding Technique, so today is your death day!"
In truth, Fei Shentong was filled with resentment. Why was it that only he had his lifespan shortened, and now he was facing imminent death?
Yet Fang Xing appeared youthful and full of life.
"So much nonsense!"
Fang Xing yawned, "Enough... Since you've come all this way to deliver yourself to death..."
A flash of emerald green light shone in his eyes, and a wooden thorn appeared in his hand, which he gently flicked.
Pfft!
The wooden thorn transformed into a beam of emerald light, piercing through three layers of paper shields, paper armor, and magical weapon defenses, and impaling Fei Shentong's heart.
"You?"
Fei Shentong was utterly shocked, "You've reached the Dao Ji Realm?"
"Huh?"
Fang Xing clapped his hands, and the paper sedan immediately pursued, closing the distance of several dozen zhang.
Slash!
Fei Shentong, who had been pierced through, became expressionless and transformed into a paper figure with a hole in its chest, slowly falling to the ground.
"I am the sinner of the Fei Clan!"
Fei Shentong, despite his instinct to flee, felt deep sorrow in his heart.
As a dying man, what use would escaping do him?
And with Fang Xing's advancement to the Dao Ji realm, the Fei Clan would undoubtedly be destroyed!
With this thought, his heart twisted in agony.
Hiss!
In the darkness, a snake-like hiss suddenly echoed, but it didn't come from the black snake.
Fei Shentong halted, spotting two lantern-like flames in the darkness.
He couldn't help but take a closer look at the contents of the book.
Hiss!
As the flames drew closer, he realized they belonged to a pair of terrifying vertical pupils.
It was a mountain python, even larger than the black snake before, with an exaggerated size exceeding ten zhang in length. Its abdomen lacked small claws, but its head sported two small bumps.
Wilderness Shapeshifting—Mountain Python Form!
A terrifying surge of magical power, almost comparable to a mid-stage Dao Ji practitioner, emerged, causing even Fei Shentong to feel suffocated.
Fang Xing's wilderness shapeshifting core template had two forms: a water snake in water and a mountain python on land.
And now, on land, it naturally took the form of a mountain python.
Furthermore, with his advancement as a Druid, the mountain python's cultivation was no weaker than a mid-stage Dao Ji practitioner, and might even surpass some.
"There's another Dao Ji demon beast?"
Fei Shentong had encountered the water snake before, but he couldn't connect this mountain python with the water snake that had killed the Fei Clan's patriarch.
Desperately, he summoned his last batch of paper figures from his hidden stash.
This batch of paper figures wasn't in the form of young boys and girls; instead, they included people of all ages.
Among them, Fang Xing recognized a few familiar faces.
'These paper figures... seem to be special soul paper figures? Fei Shentong, you're indeed daring...'
Pfft!
As he opened his mouth, streams of poisonous mist emerged, instantly corroding several paper figures.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded.
After the paper figures were burned, tiny firefly-like glows appeared on them.
Within those faint glows, a paper figure with a pained expression constantly screamed and wailed.
"Hmm?"
Fang Xing noticed that one of the souls was none other than Qiao Wuyong.
"So, you destroyed the Qiao Clan's caravan? Why? Your Fei Clan lacks a Dao Ji spiritual treasure... Qiao Wuyong was about to forge his Dao Ji foundation... Did you steal his Dao Ji opportunity?"
Fang Xing hissed, speaking in a human voice.
"How do you know my clan lacks a Dao Ji spiritual treasure?" Fei Shentong's expression changed. "Impossible... You can speak? No... Your voice... Is it you?!"
His eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could say more, Fang Xing lashed his tail.
Boom!
Sand and gravel flew, leaving a deep pit and some reddish traces.
As for Fei Shentong, he had vanished without a trace.
Without their master's control, the ordinary paper figures stopped moving, but the soul paper figures went berserk, fighting over the flesh and blood scraps, as if trying to eat them, but they couldn't fit it in their mouths. In the end, they were left with blood-red faces.
'The soul paper figures turned on their creator?'
Fang Xing wasn't going to let them get away with it. He spat out another mouthful of poisonous fire, sending each soul paper figure to their demise.
Whoosh!
He transformed into a human and carefully collected the ordinary paper figures.
Although he wasn't the original owner, he could still utilize them to some extent, at least at the initial and middle stages of Qi Perception.
After Fang Xing left, Lv Feng finally arrived at Dong Peak, witnessing the massive pit and the ashes scattered everywhere, causing him to shudder.
...
Within the vast bamboo forest.
"Ugh... You cheapskate!"
Fang Xing opened Fei Shentong's flying mouse sack and found only a stack of paper figures and paper money, leaving him feeling frustrated.
But upon further thought, it made sense.
After all, Fei Shentong's life span was nearing its end, his vitality was declining, and even if he had ten Dao Ji spiritual treasures, it was still impossible for him to achieve the Dao Ji realm.
So, the Dao Ji spiritual treasure was most likely given to the Fei Clan.
'Nine out of ten, it's with Fei Wu of the Fei Clan!'
Fei Shentong's massacre of the Qiao Clan's caravan must have been known to the new clan leader, Fei Wu.
'With just one trip, he obtained a Dao Ji spiritual treasure. Quite a profitable deal... Moreover, he can use this as an excuse when he announces his breakthrough to the Dao Ji realm in the future.'
Fang Xing's heart stirred, and after waiting a moment, he casually made up some lies to send Lv Feng away. Then, he transformed into an owl and flew towards the Fei Clan.
...
At the edge of the Qingli Swamp, the Fei Clan's mansion.
The family patriarch's hall.
"Shentong... should be at Dolong Slope by now, right?"
The new clan leader, Fei Wu, hadn't slept yet. He gazed in the direction of Dolong Slope, saying, "Shentong... the clan won't forget you. As for your other requests, forget it... I'm still young, and I'm certain I can break through to the ninth level of Qi Perception before my JiZi Limit and then advance to the Dao Ji realm, reviving the Fei Clan!"
"Haha... If Shentong heard this, he would be very touched."
A mocking laughter suddenly echoed.
"Who's there?" Fei Wu was startled, sensing an overwhelming force of Qi, far beyond the Qi Perception realm, and his face turned pale with despair. "A Dao Ji practitioner?!"
(End of Chapter)
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