Immortal of the Nine Realms

The Peak Master of the Extreme Sword Peak and others instinctively looked toward Wang Zhenlong. When they saw him shake his head, they fell silent, their expressions complicated.

It wasn't strange for cultivators to have multiple masters. However, apart from families and sects that coexist, it was absolutely forbidden for disciples to be affiliated with two different factions. That was a rule. However... since the Three Thousand Dao Sect no longer existed, this can be reluctantly excluded from the rules.

"Did he just challenge Ouyang Haoyu to question his Dao?"

"Although he isn't an Immortal Seedling from birth, he is an Ouyang and has the bloodline of an Immortal King flowing in him... Besides, he's at the Enlightenment Realm. What qualifications does Fang Chen have to challenge him?"

"During the incident at Immortal Dyansty Manor, Fang Chen was able to threaten Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, but he still has a long way to go before going against Enlightenment Realm cultivators, right? Does he plan to use those madman-like methods again?"

"Wait, since he is a disciple of the Heavenly Cloud Emperor and has displayed such terrifying and extraordinary abilities, could he possibly possess the true inheritance of the Heavenly Cloud Emperor?"

"Not necessarily. Anyone who experienced the Immortal Dynasty Manor battle knows that his strongest technique should be the sword, while another method has something to do with the Incense Dao."

"That's true..."

Ouyang Xuanzhen's gaze fell on Fang Chen, and after silently observing him for a few breaths, he suddenly turned his cold mocking gaze toward Wang Zhenlong. "Aren't you also keeping a disciple who has received the Heavenly Cloud Emperor's inheritance under your wing? You must also be coveting his inheritance."

"I'm not the same as you. What I value is his sword technique, and I did not imprison him in the Void Immortal Sword Sect or prevent him from leaving," Wang Zhenlong retorted with a cold smile.

Ouyang Xuanzhen replied, “Then if one of my disciples kills him, will that be an affront to the Three Thousand Dao Sect or the Void Immortal Sword Sect?”

Although these words were spoken softly, they echoed throughout the Ancient Demon Wasteland, and all the cultivators heard them clearly.

“The Void Immortal Sword Sect!?”

“I knew it! He must be a disciple of the Void Immortal Sword Sect; no wonder he protected Demoness Yu back then.”

“Keep your voice down; those sword cultivators are all around.”

“…He's right. Since Fang Chen is a disciple of the Void Immortal Sword Sect and now identifies himself as a disciple of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, if he dies today, what then? If this isn't clarified, Great Expansion Dao Gate members won't dare to make a move lightly.”

Even a blind person could see that the Great Expansion Dao Gate had the weakest foundation among the three major Dao Sects. Not to mention comparing it to the Void Immortal Sword Sect; any power at the level of an Immortal Court could easily crush them

Wang Zhenlong smiled but did not respond to Ouyang Xuanzhen. Instead, he turned to Fang Chen. “My dear disciple, today you are identifying yourself as a disciple of the Three Thousand Dao Sect. If you die, neither the Void Immortal Sword Sect nor I will come to your aid. Think carefully about this.”

The crowd was once again in an uproar.

“Fang Chen… is actually a disciple of Supreme Emperor Wang from the Void Immortal Sword Sect!?”

“I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. I heard death always looms over Supreme Emperor Wang's disciples. Two of his disciples had died.”

“What do you think… if the Void Immortal Sword Sect doesn't back him up, will Fang Chen dare to continue questioning the Dao with the Great Expansion Dao Gate?”

“He is a sword cultivator; asking such a question shows a lack of wisdom. Sword cultivators are single-minded and wouldn't think so much about things,” someone remarked.

As if to confirm that person's words, Fang Chen's voice rang out again, “I am Fang Chen of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, and today I ask you about the Dao; between us, only one of us can survive.”

Wang Zhenlong's lips curled into a slight smile as he glanced at Ouyang Xuanzhen: “Do you understand? He is representing the Three Thousand Dao Sect.”

“Hahaha,” laughed Ouyang mockingly, looking at Fang Chen. “Young friend, back at the Immortal Dynasty Manor, even those at the Dao Union Realm couldn't match you. Those kinds of methods are far beyond your current cultivation level, aren't they?”

The crowd wore strange expressions. “Indeed… If he employs such means, wouldn't those below the Dao Union Realm in the Great Expansion Dao Gate suffer greatly?”

Fang Chen replied indifferently, “I was merely possessed at that time. Fortunately, an esteemed elder helped me, allowing me to barely survive. You won't see that a second time. You don't have to worry.”

Possessed?

If it isn't a high-ranking expert from the Incense Sect acting behind the scenes, the only other explanation could only be possession. Sometimes, being possessed can indeed be more extraordinary than going mad.

Ouyang Xuanzhen nodded gently and stopped speaking. At that moment, Ouyang Haoyu no longer had any concerns. The trepidation in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a strong killing intent.

“Are you sure you want to question my Dao? The gap in our cultivation levels is as vast as the chasm between heaven and earth.”

“Good disciple, go ahead and unleash your abilities. As long as you don't die during the questioning, you will still be my disciple in the Void Immortal Sword Sect afterward. No one will dare to act against you,” Wang Zhenlong's voice rang out again.

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face, and the last trace of apprehension in his heart gradually dissipated.

There was no need to use all his trump cards, but with Wang Zhenlong's words, he at least had one or two tricks he could use.

Upon hearing Wang Zhenlong's words, Ouyang Haoyu no longer hesitated. He immediately shouted, “Hah!”

Hong Qing's expression tightened. “Be careful!”

He knew Ouyang Haoyu's temperament; if he attacked, it would definitely be a killing blow!

Pfft.

A large hole suddenly appeared in Ouyang Haoyu's chest, and his beating heart was forcibly taken out by someone.

Unbeknownst to him, a slightly hunched, entirely black paper figure had appeared beside him. The black paper figure was draining the life force from his heart.

The crowd was stunned.

The black paper figure exuded a sinister aura. Moreover, just that scene alone made many cultivators feel an eerie sensation.

“What kind of technique is this?!”

“It seems to be… Spiritual Attachment Technique!? I've heard that the Dao Sect's Spiritual Attachment Technique can refine evil beings for their use. I've seen Dao Sect cultivators controlling paper figures before.…”

“I've certainly heard of it, but I'm saying… why can this paper figure easily dig out the heart of an Enlightenment Realm cultivator?”

“Who knows….”

The surrounding cultivators revealed expressions of doubt. They had expected Fang Chen to use sword techniques to confront the enemy, but unexpectedly… he had used a Dao technique instead.

And the power of this Dao technique exceeded their expectations!

Langya Wenqiu was shocked, her eyes widening. “Senior Brother Fang has such means!? He can kill someone at the Enlightenment Realm so easily?!”

“Is this the inheritance of the Heavenly Cloud Emperor…” Jing Xu murmured to himself.

Beside him, the chubby man stared blankly at Fang Chen and then at the black paper figure, instinctively swallowing a gulp and muttering, “Is this Dao technique really that sinister?”

“Senior Brother Haoyu won't simply lose like this, right?”

“Strange, too strange. That's indeed Spiritual Attachment Technique, but how can a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator condense such a powerful spirit?”

“Could the evil being he refined… be related to the incident at the Immortal Dynasty Manor?”

The cultivators of the Great Expansion Dao Gate suddenly exchanged glances, their expressions becoming extremely grave.

In contrast to them, the group of Immortal Kings on the immortal boat didn't appear too shocked and maintained indifferent expressions. This was because the aura emanating from the black paper figure was only at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm. It wasn't even at the Soul Splitting Realm. In their eyes, it was nothing extraordinary.

However, beside the Ninth Prince, an elder's gaze became increasingly sharp. He was the esteemed elder of the Azure Dao Manor, Qi Jian.

Not long ago, he had lost a son, and among the information his subordinates had gathered, there had been mentions of black and white paper figures. Though he hadn't seen the white paper figure, the appearance of this black paper figure had already led him to suspect that his son had been killed by Fang Chen.

Qi Jian's eyes darkened. “Fang Chen….”

At the same time, Ouyang Haoyu, still in shock, had already been torn apart by the black paper figure on the spot.

His Nascent Soul immediately attempted to flee, but the Little Black swallowed him in one gulp.

Fang Chen turned his gaze to another cultivator from the Great Expansion Dao Gate and cupped his fist in salute. “I'm Fang Chen from the Three Thousand Dao Sect, today I ask you about the Dao; only one of us can live.”

Unlike last time, this time he had an eerily smiling black paper figure by his side as he said that.

The cultivator who had been questioned immediately shuddered, his face turning pale. He asked subconsciously, “You… you're a sword cultivator, why aren't you using your sword?!”

“Today is about questioning the Dao, not the sword,” replied Fang Chen indifferently.