Chapter 88: Third Calamity Human Immortal’s Head Falls
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, amid the ruins of the high platform, one vertical and one horizontal.
Fang Shu’s face was calm as he held the Long Tongue Sword, standing on tiptoes on the stake, with only his aura slightly disordered and his qi and blood somewhat depleted.
But if a sharp-eyed person got close, they would discover that he had no injuries whatsoever on his entire body.
In contrast, the fallen Luo Erlang, even after collapsing, had wounds that continued to deepen, being eroded by Fang Shu’s poison cultivation.
Seeing the surrounding people stunned and no one coming forward in time, Fang Shu frowned and instructed Luo Dalang and his group:
“Quickly save this person and feed him a detoxification pill to heal and draw out the poison. Otherwise, if delayed and hidden dangers remain, do not blame me, Fang.”
As soon as he said this, the surrounding people reacted, immediately erupting in a clamor:
“Good! Good! Good!”
Leading the way were the Seven Fragrance Tower Master and others, their faces flushed with excitement as they clapped and cheered:
“We knew Immortal Master Fang was formidable, worthy of being Du Gu Guan’s prized disciple!”
The Seven Fragrance Tower Master’s face showed the greatest joy, and she repeatedly shouted to the waiters in the building: “Quickly wrap up the talisman money and deliver it all to Immortal Master Fang at Du Gu Guan later.”
Amid the joyful atmosphere, only Xiang Xing Wu’s expression was somewhat unnatural, still carrying a hint of disinterest.
For some reason, though she had clearly seen Fang Shu win the fight for their restaurant, she had no desire to praise or flatter him.
Xiang Xing Wu looked at her joyful mother and sisters around her, muttering softly to herself:
“As a dojo disciple sent out by the Dojo Master, winning against a wilderness immortal cultivator—and a mediocre one at that—is only natural. No need for such surprise.”
The Seven Fragrance Tower Master had sharp ears and heard this, immediately glaring fiercely at her daughter.
She understood that her daughter was surely resentful because she had failed to win over Fang Shu back then, and now seeing him convert his potential into magic power, she felt a bit jealous.
Aside from the Seven Fragrance Tower Master and her group, the spectators in the restaurant, as well as Du Gu Guan’s inner and outer courtyard disciples, were all waving flags and cheering.
“It seems Du Gu Guan has not declined yet. Not only did they produce a Qin Min, but now an obscure disciple also has some skill.”
“Senior Brother Fang Shu, well done!”
In the lively commotion, only the Luo brothers’ side appeared somewhat dejected.
Luo Dalang’s face was calm; he stepped forward first, checked Luo Erlang’s injuries, then took a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Luo Erlang’s mouth.
Instead, the merchants who had invited the Luo brothers to assist in the fight looked embarrassed and quite dejected.
The group kept muttering:
“He looked so strong and robust, yet he couldn’t hold up like this.”
“Sigh, if we’d known, we should have invited disciples from other dojos to challenge the subordinate establishment—how great that would have been! Now, Owner, we’re going to lose big.”
Among them, the Merchant Association owner, with his fat and bloated body, had his brows tightly furrowed, his gaze shifting back and forth between Luo Dalang and Fang Shu.
This person had the nerve to speak up: “Today was just one round, and there are still people in the restaurant.
Seven Fragrance Tower Master, how about our two sides do best of three? It would let Immortal Master Fang have his fun and properly display his magic power.”
The Merchant Association owner, fat-headed and big-eared, also shouted to the surrounding spectators: “Everyone, don’t you want to see a couple more rounds?”
The noise in the restaurant quieted slightly, then erupted even louder:
“Good! Again! Again!”
Hearing this, the Seven Fragrance Tower Master smiled and responded: “You say do a couple more rounds, so we do? Wheel battle? Where’s your face?”
The Merchant Association owner gritted his teeth and said again:
“I’ll put up two more branch shops; lose one, and I’ll sublet it to you for one! Besides, today you have not only this young immortal elder but also Immortal Master Qin Min and others.”
“This…” These words clearly tempted the Seven Fragrance Tower Master; her eyes lit up.
But when she looked toward Fang Shu and met his gaze, Fang Shu remained unmoved.
He ignored the fat-headed, big-eared man’s proposal entirely, jumped down from the wooden stake on his own, and walked toward Du Gu Guan’s disciples.
Facing the Seven Fragrance Tower Master’s approach, Fang Shu coldly said: “Make way.”
Hearing this, the eagerness on the Seven Fragrance Tower Master’s face froze; her expression awkward, she had no choice but to quickly lead her daughters aside, clearing a path.
As for Fang Shu today, he had only come to assist in the fight for the Dojo Master’s sake, plus there was assist fee and a chance to gain experience.
To think they wanted him to fight on stage again—they were truly arrogant, really considering themselves something special.
Instead, Qin Min, surrounded by Du Gu Guan disciples, heard the proposal for more fights; her gaze flickered, landing behind Luo Dalang, as if considering something.
With so many people today, it was also a good chance for her to show off. If she could suppress Luo Erlang’s brother, wouldn’t she also suppress Fang Shu’s limelight?
“Luo Erlang was nothing special; even if Luo Dalang is formidable, he’s just a Second Calamity Immortal…” Qin Min pondered inwardly, feeling a surge of eagerness to try.
Before she could think it through, a burst of anguished roars suddenly erupted from under the high platform:
“Second Brother!”
This voice immediately drew everyone’s attention; some nearby people were even stunned, their ears hurting.
It was Luo Dalang, holding the fallen Luo Erlang, his face pained, his qi and blood trembling.
And Luo Erlang in his arms was even worse: his qi and blood wilted, his face alternating red and white under the crowd’s gaze, eyes bulging, clearly overwhelmed by rage and filled with the air of death.
The crowd then heard Luo Dalang shout loudly:
“Hey! You villain, what poison did you give my second brother?”
Fang Shu noticed the change and looked over in surprise, his brows slightly furrowed.
It was just one assist fight; though he had used poison cultivation, he hadn’t even used the Lead Essence Treasure Bead, merely relying on his body’s poisonous blood transmitted through the Long Tongue Sword to affect the opponent repeatedly.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed to tangle with Luo Erlang at all—three to five breaths would have killed him outright!
Staring closely at Luo Erlang’s condition, Fang Shu’s gaze jumped, and he said gravely:
“What medicine did you just feed him?”
At that moment, Luo Erlang’s complexion on the ground suddenly turned crimson, his body scorching hot.
Like a last gasp, his eyes filled with intense desire to live, he looked toward Fang Shu, opening his mouth as if to say something.
But Luo Dalang nearby grabbed him tightly again and roared:
“Second Brother, hold on! Big Brother will get justice for you right now.”
Shouted at such close range, Luo Erlang’s pupils contracted sharply, his expression pained, then he spat.
A mouthful of black-red blood erupted fiercely from his lungs, splattering Luo Dalang all over.
In the blink of an eye, under everyone’s gaze, Luo Erlang’s aura completely wilted, his face deathly pale, limbs limp, and he breathed his last.
This situation stunned everyone in the Seven Fragrance Tower, including the Merchant Association owner, Seven Fragrance Tower Master, Qin Min, and others.
No one had expected Luo Erlang to die openly in the arena.
Fang Shu narrowed his eyes and observed, already spotting some clues.
Luo Erlang’s qi and blood had been violently agitated before death, his body scorching hot, the blood spraying a full zhang—clearly, he had taken potent medicine that stimulated qi and blood and consumed life force.
Such drugs could make one’s magic power surge and ignore pain, but used on a poisoned person, they accelerated blood flow, deepened the poison, and caused evil fire to attack the heart!
Fang Shu pondered, wanting to explain, but feeling something off.
The mechanism of such drugs—let alone seasoned wilderness immortals—even new entrants to the Dao knew a thing or two.
Thud!
In the arena, Luo Dalang stood up from the ground, bloodied and grief-stricken, like a mournful soldier.
His qi and blood rose like a smoke signal, exactly three zhang high; his body swelled larger, becoming like a brown bear, full of ferocity and a savage expression.
Luo Dalang revealed his power, stunning the restaurant’s spectators, including Qin Min and the fat-headed, big-eared Merchant Association owner:
“This is… a Third Calamity Immortal?”
“No, today’s fight was for Second Calamity Immortals! Did he just break through last night?”
This situation also made the Seven Fragrance Tower Master pale, shrieking: “Misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding!”
“Misunderstanding my ass!”
Luo Dalang roared viciously:
“You who injured my brother, harmed my sibling’s life—thief, come take your life!”
Then, he strode forward with thumping steps, like a one-zhang-tall black bear charging straight at Fang Shu.
Seeing the thief barbarically charging, the Seven Fragrance Tower Master was scared pale.
Xiang Xing Wu and the other children, like frightened chicks, no longer minded propriety and hopped away to the side.
As for Du Gu Guan’s disciples, their expressions varied: some jumped out to guard Fang Shu, others stood rooted, eyes darting toward the restaurant exit.
Among them, Qin Min’s gaze was shocked too, her impulse to act suddenly dissipating by half.
A Third Calamity Immortal was not easy to deal with!
While hesitating, Qin Min chose to observe cautiously first, checking Luo Dalang’s quality and waiting for Fang Shu to suffer, ideally beaten half to death, before considering whether to step in.
At this moment, under the Seven Fragrance Tower was tense, noisy, and chaotic.
Some upstairs drinkers, bleary-eyed and unaware of the downstairs commotion, poked their heads to look.
Fang Shu stared straight at Luo Dalang, a light smile on his face.
He had completely understood.
“Luo Dalang” had deliberately poisoned “Luo Erlang” to death; the opponent had hidden his cultivation and surely had other plans, now aiming to take him, Fang Shu, first.
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was,
Raise the sword!
In an instant, Fang Shu stood fixed in place, his qi and blood rumbling like muffled thunder within, his body shaking from muscle tension.
To the untrained eye, he seemed intimidated by the Third Calamity Immortal’s aura, trembling and unable to move.
Some immediately showed contempt for Fang Shu. Though they were shocked, they weren’t paralyzed.
In the restaurant arena.
Fang Shu remained standing; he didn’t dodge the brown bear-like Luo Dalang but raised the Long Tongue Sword, staring straight at him.
The Long Tongue Sword’s blade blazed with fire, humming like metal.
Roar!
In the blink of an eye, the two were about to clash.
Luo Dalang roared, the sound shaking the whole building, shattering all bowls and dishes within three zhang into fragments.
The fiend grinned savagely, extending both palms—black with qi and blood—smashing down on Fang Shu’s head, a killing blow to crush it like fruits and vegetables.
Facing this strike, Fang Shu remained still, choosing to counter after.
As they drew closer, Fang Shu moved.
His figure twisted, sidestepping the charge.
His eyes blazed, face ice-cold.
A Third Calamity Immortal with unstable qi and blood dared treat him, Fang Shu, as prey!
Clang!
The Long Tongue Sword rang; Fang Shu exhaled like thunder.
In battle, he switched from one-handed to two-handed grip, reverse-holding like a long blade, slashing viciously upward from below.
A fire serpent hissed, hot waves surging over ten zhang, sending things flying in waves.
Splurt!
A jet of blood erupted, shooting to the Seven Fragrance Tower’s ceiling, brilliant as a rainbow, splashing everywhere!
The Luo Dalang who had been bear-like in momentum suddenly halted.
Due to the collision, Luo Dalang’s body was pinned in place.
His knees buckled, physical body slumping to the ground, hands instinctively propping to steady himself.
But this man’s head, carried by momentum, continued flying, smashing to the ground like bursting fruit, thudding through the floor tiles.
Under everyone’s gaze,
Fang Shu beheaded the attacker with one sword.
Silence all around.
Last night’s update. Because I wrote a bit more and trimmed a bit, it was a little late.
