169: Chapter 169 Fang Zhiyuan: Twelve years of diligent study and practice, only to see the Ghost King pinned to the ground and beaten.
The Maoshan Daoist Priest was dead...
Fang Zhiyuan stared blankly.
He asked Mo Yuan, why?
Mo Yuan sneered, "Anyone who covets my woman deserves to die."
"They are nothing but a group of ants; what right do they have to question me?"
Fang Zhiyuan roared.
"What's wrong with being an ordinary person?"
"Ordinary people are also trying their best to live!"
"We are all trying our best to live!"
Then, Fang Zhiyuan's soul was shattered...
He thought he was going to die!
But he never expected that he would actually be reborn!
Can one be reborn even after their soul has been scattered?
He didn't care...
But he remembered that Maoshan Daoist Priest; he remembered that the priest had real skills, even though he couldn't beat Mo Yuan.
So, at only twelve years old, he chose to drop out of school.
He went to Maoshan.
He knelt at Maoshan for three days and three nights...
He became a Maoshan Daoist Priest!
He swore that in this life, he would definitely slay Mo Yuan and Su Ya!
Otherwise...
He didn't know how many more ordinary people...
Would become sacrifices in their love story!
So...
He had come!
The result...
Fang Zhiyuan: "..."
I studied diligently and practiced bitterly for twelve years!
And the result... as soon as I arrive, the Ghost King is being kicked around like a ball?
Fang Zhiyuan stood frozen at the door, the peach wood sword in his hand nearly deformed from his grip.
Twelve years of diligent study and bitter practice were for today—to fight Mo Yuan, or even to perish together with him!
He had imagined countless ways this could start.
Being suppressed, being hunted, trading his life to wound the enemy, dying together...
But the one thing he never imagined was that upon pushing open the door, he would see the bloodthirsty, overbearingly peerless Ghost King Mo Yuan from his past life being pinned to the ground and beaten by a group of people.
"..."
Fang Zhiyuan's throat bobbed, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word!
What on earth did I study and practice so hard for?
Shen Yuan glanced at him and smiled slightly.
A transmigrator—kind, lawful, seeking revenge for the innocent.
He's a protagonist with a good moral compass!
A pity, I don't need him to join my team!
In my team, I don't want anyone below Epic Grade!
If only Legendary Grade and Mythological Rank weren't so rare...
I wouldn't even want Epic Grades!
"Don't just stand there, lend a hand."
Shen Yuan spoke indifferently, "Go up and get him!"
Fang Zhiyuan snapped back to his senses and swallowed hard.
"This... this is a Ghost King of several hundred years!"
Fang Zhiyuan said blankly, "His cultivation is unfathomably deep!"
"Unfathomably deep!?"
Everyone looked back.
Chu Yang had one foot planted on Mo Yuan's back.
Xiao Ce was fumbling around on the ground for a broken brick. He attached spiritual energy to it and smashed it right onto Mo Yuan's head.
*Bam!*
Mo Yuan let out a miserable scream.
Fang Zhiyuan: "..."
Did I really think he was unfathomably deep?
Zhang Xuan looked back at him and sneered.
"Wait, a fellow practitioner?"
"These clothes of yours, are they from Maoshan?"
"Come on, lend a hand and hold him down!"
"Don't let Mo Yuan get away!"
Zhang Xuan shouted.
"Oh, okay!"
Fang Zhiyuan stepped forward woodenly and reached out to pin Mo Yuan's arm, his entire being still in a state of worldview collapse.
"Let me introduce myself!"
"Zhang Xuan, the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain!"
Zhang Xuan said casually while punching Mo Yuan as he held him down.
Fang Zhiyuan was startled.
The Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain!?
That's right!
Why didn't I go to Longhu Mountain to seek a master?
Mo Yuan was being beaten until black mist leaked out from all over his body.
He wailed, "Presumptuous! How presumptuous!"
"I am a Ghost King, I am a fucking Ghost King!"
Mo Yuan was nearly going insane!
Are the people of this era so terrifying?
A long while later...
Mo Yuan's aura was withered and weak.
Only then did everyone stop, feeling satisfied.
Fang Zhiyuan still hadn't vented enough and went up to give him two more kicks.
Mo Yuan immediately glared at him with fury.
Chu Yang and the others looked over sideways.
Mo Yuan's anger vanished instantly.
"I know!"
Shen Yuan took a step forward, "You are here to find Su Ya!"
Mo Yuan was stunned, "Su Ya!?"
"Is she still called by that name?"
"That's right, I want to find her!"
"I love her!"
"The predestined love between her and me is the mandate of heaven, it is ordained by fate!"
Mo Yuan howled.
*Slap!*
Shen Yuan delivered a massive slap.
"What the hell are you shouting for!"
Shen Yuan snorted coldly, "Ordained by fate..."
"I spit on your face!"
"Paving your path of love with the lives of innocent people—you think that deserves to be called ordained by fate?"
Shen Yuan sneered.
Shen Yuan looked at Mo Yuan, this Excellence-grade Child of Destiny; from beginning to end, he only saw two words.
Cannibalism!
How many ordinary people were casually obliterated, their souls scattered, just because they looked at Su Ya once more, said one extra word of gossip, or even just happened to be passing by?
Mo Yuan looked bewildered, "I haven't done that!"
"You haven't done shit!"
"Look at him!"
Shen Yuan pointed at Fang Zhiyuan, "He was slapped to death by you just like that!"
Mo Yuan cried!
I just fucking woke up!
I've only eaten a few people!
Fang Zhiyuan's whole body shook.
He suddenly looked up at Shen Yuan, "Lay Buddhist... you know?"
"Know what?"
Shen Yuan didn't even raise his head, "Know that he slapped you to death just because of a single angry remark?"
Fang Zhiyuan's pupils shrank.
He had never told anyone about this, not even his Maoshan elders knew.
"You..."
Fang Zhiyuan swallowed hard.
"You're a Reborn One, right?"
Shen Yuan didn't bother beating around the bush, "Died a wrongful death in your past life, came back in this one for revenge."
Fang Zhiyuan: "..."
Chu Yang and the others turned to look.
Chu Yang: Why can everyone be reborn?
I am an Immortal Emperor!
What level are you guys? How are you the same type as me!
Xiao Ce and the others: "..."
What on earth is going on these days?
It's one thing to have so many Children of Destiny.
But now even Reborn Ones are popping up!
Since there are Reborn Ones...
Will there be transmigrators too?
If Shen Yuan knew what they were thinking, he would definitely nod.
For sure, brothers, there will be!
Hearing their conversation, Mo Yuan finally realized something was wrong.
"Reborn?"
"What reborn?"
Mo Yuan was completely dumbfounded.
"Simply put, in the future he was killed by you, and then he was reborn into the past..."
"Now he has cultivated a set of skills and come to find you for revenge!"
Shen Yuan kindly provided an explanation.
Mo Yuan: "..."
Bullshit!
The world cannot be this crazy!
Fang Zhiyuan took a deep breath.
Since he was exposed, there was no need to hide anymore!
Fang Zhiyuan let out a roar, his eyes suddenly turning blood-red.
He gripped the peach wood sword tightly and gritted his teeth, "Mo Yuan, I'll fucking end you!"
He swung the peach wood sword and began whipping him frantically!
The elders told me to vent my anger if I had any.
Otherwise, if the Dao heart isn't clear, it's not conducive to cultivating immortality!
Mo Yuan was whipped until he howled like a ghost, his figure becoming transparent.
"Mercy, spare me!"
Mo Yuan wailed, "I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"You don't know you were wrong; you just know you're about to die!"
Fang Zhiyuan roared.
He had hated for twelve years and prepared for twelve years!
Today, he could finally take his revenge cleanly and decisively!
Mortals killed by Mo Yuan in the past life, I have avenged you as well!
Mo Yuan's body was beaten until it was almost completely transparent, with only a sliver of essence keeping him going.
Shen Yuan hurriedly pulled Fang Zhiyuan back, "Calm down, calm down!"
You have to leave the kill for me!
What use is it if you kill him!
"Lay Buddhist!"
Fang Zhiyuan took a deep breath, "My apologies, I lost my composure (Shitai)."
"Don't worry, I won't fight you for the Abbess (Shitai)!"
Shen Yuan smiled slightly.
Fang Zhiyuan's face twitched.
I said I lost my composure, not an Abbess!
What would I want with an Abbess?
This poor Daoist isn't going to fight with those bald donkeys over an Abbess!
And at this moment...
A clear, crisp voice came from nearby...
"Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan!"
"Where are you?"