"Jian Chuan, it's been twenty years. Am I really so worthless in your eyes? I, Fang Rujing, have asked myself, over these twenty years, I have treated you as my own son, cared for you as my own." Fang Rujing's expression was somber, angry, yet also filled with an extreme sense of helplessness.

Honestly, hearing what Long Jianchuan just said made his head nearly explode.

Twenty years, his care for Long Jianchuan was definitely not any less than for Yan Ran.

But in the end, Long Jianchuan wanted to kill him, willing to associate with the Wangu Sect.

He could tolerate Long Jianchuan being muddled, could tolerate his narrow-mindedness, but... he could not tolerate Long Jianchuan having any relationship with the Wangu Sect.

Because his wife, Yan Ran's mother, was killed by the hands of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect.

Towards the Wangu Sect, Fang Rujing harbored hatred to the bone.

"What is the point of saying all this now?" Long Jianchuan wiped the fresh blood from his face, wiping so hard that flesh came off with it, a grotesque sight to behold.

"I admit, you have been very good to me over these years." Long Jianchuan indifferently shook the blood and flesh from his hand, "But let me tell you, Fang Rujing, you cannot satisfy me! I want to take charge of Yin Yang Valley, why won't you let me!"

Fang Rujing: "..."

Perhaps it was because he was too indulgent towards Long Jianchuan that he lost his sense of direction.

The position of the Valley Master of Yin Yang Valley was not something you could simply take up.

Even if I really let you marry Yan Ran, whether or not you could become the Valley Master in the end would still be decided by the Elder Council.

Yin Yang Valley has no rules of hereditary succession. Yin Yang Valley also does not carry the surname Fang; in the end, it all relies on one's own strength and character.

"Enough, Jian Chuan, put down the sword in your hand." Fang Rujing commanded sternly, wanting to save Long Jianchuan even at this juncture, at the very least, to save his life.

Long Jianchuan was picked up by him from the bottom of the mountain when he was eight years old, and over twenty years, their relationship was like that of father and son.

"Put it down?" Long Jianchuan flicked the longsword in his hand, "To put down the sword and then have you cripple my cultivation and throw me out of Yin Yang Valley? Fang Rujing, do you find it amusing? It's a case of the victor being the king and the loser the bandit; if you lose, you lose. I admit my debt to you for twenty years of upbringing."

"I just hate, hate that I cannot kill you with my own hands!" Long Jianchuan's eyes suddenly turned vicious, glaring at Tang Rao.

Tang Rao rolled his eyes.

You really think you can, still wanting to kill me with your own hands? Let me tell you, you should learn from Chu Xiong, knowing you can't kill me, you should take care of it yourself.

Such a person, at least has dignity, and at least can gain some of my respect.

"Alright already, what exactly do you want?" Tang Rao asked.

Long Jianchuan no longer paid attention to Tang Rao and did not want to glance at him again because looking at him once made him feel like going mad.

You can't compare, isn't it nauseating...

Why doesn't lightning strike and kill such a person?

"Cultivation, I'll return it to you." Long Jianchuan looked at Fang Rujing and suddenly pointed his finger.

Bang bang bang!

Muffled sounds emanated from the Dantian, and spiritual energy on Long Jianchuan's body suddenly condensed, compressed to the extreme. And after reaching the extreme, it dispersed, layer by layer of spiritual energy dissipating into the air.

Self-destruction of his cultivation foundation.

Fang Rujing was greatly shocked, feeling a choking sensation in his chest, but he said nothing.

Jian Chuan's mistake was too severe; even if he did not self-cripple, after being taken back, he would likely be judged by the Elder Council anyway.

And the verdict would also be the revocation of his cultivation base.

"Destroying your own cultivation base shows at least some remorse. In the future, live peacefully and do some work in Yin Yang Valley." Weng Yun said indifferently.

Long Jianchuan indeed was such a pity; his cultivation talent was high, originally, he could have achieved greatness.

"I don't need your charity!" Long Jianchuan roared furiously.

Staying in Yin Yang Valley, what could he do? Become a menial worker? Be ridiculed by countless people?

He could not bear it.

"Fang Rujing, I can never repay the kindness of raising me for twenty years, but my life should settle the debt!" Long Jianchuan flicked his longsword, violently stabbing towards his own heart.

Everything happened too quickly for Fang Rujing to intervene.

Plop!

The longsword pierced through, blood spraying wildly.

Beneath the night sky, under the starlight, the cliffside was stained red.

"Jian Chuan!!" Fang Rujing could no longer hold back, tears streaming down his aged face.

"Tang Rao, if there is an afterlife, I, Long Jianchuan, swear to tear you to pieces!" Blood spouted from Long Jianchuan's mouth as he leaped towards the cliff.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the pitch-black abyss.

Tang Rao pursed his lips; Long Jianchuan's final choice had some dignity to it. But the idea of an afterlife... was probably just a fantasy.

The scene quieted down, with Fang Rujing clutching his chest, his face pale, tears glistening on his face.

The other members of Yin Yang Valley also felt a sense of loss, Long Jianchuan was truly pitiable.

And for Fang Rujing, it was indeed a crushing blow, having raised him for twenty years like losing a son.

"Let's all disperse..." After a while, Fang Rujing took a deep breath and said, then left without addressing anyone, his figure forlorn.

"Tang Rao, I'm leaving first." Bai Lian didn't look too good either.

Although Long Jianchuan was despicable, after all, they had been together for many years.

His sudden death inevitably left Bai Lian feeling stifled.

Soon, Tang Rao was the only person left around.

"Alright, seems it's time for me to leave too." Tang Rao shrugged his shoulders; he had been in Yin Yang Valley for four or five days now, with no telephone signal, no electricity, no wifi—practically unbearable.

He wondered whether Guan Zhenkong and the others had left Biyun yet, they might think he was already dead.

Without delay, Tang Rao returned to his courtyard, left a note, and then made his escape.

Because of his own folly in promoting his relationship with Bai Lian, Tang Rao couldn't leave through the main roads.

Those places were already guarded by countless disciples of Yin Yang Valley.

Thus, he went back to Inheritance Hall, and then descended from under the statue of the King of Yin Yang, which, come to think of it, seemed to be a shortcut compared to the main entrance.

In less than an hour, Tang Rao was back in the hall with stone statues of humanoid beasts.

He always found this place odd; all the beast heads were the most powerful Spiritual Beasts of the Seventy-two Domains.

Who on earth created this?

In any case, Tang Rao was certain it definitely wasn't that so-called King of Yin Yang, whose strength was too weak.

That King of Yin Yang probably just stumbled upon this place by chance and then took over that courtyard.

After all, the Abyssal Worm couldn't get into that courtyard; it was absolutely safe.

"Forget it, I'll come back when I'm stronger." Tang Rao pursed his lips, thinking that the two stone statues of the Heavenly Demons outside the courtyard door that released electricity might be the breakthrough point.

But for now, better not to tempt fate, that electricity was too fierce.

After exiting the cave, Tang Rao covered his tracks slightly, then hurried down the mountain.

The car parked at the foot of the mountain was still there; Guan Zhenkong and his crew couldn't drive it away because the keys were in his pocket.

Starting the car, he headed straight back to the hotel.

To Tang Rao's surprise, after inquiring at the front desk, he found out that Guan Zhenkong and the others hadn't left yet and were still occupying their room.

"Bang!" Just as he reached the door of the room, Tang Rao heard a muffled gunshot from inside.

"Fuck, what the hell!" Tang Rao almost jumped up.

PPPS: There will be two more chapters tonight~~

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