Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1519 This is a mentally ill person.

Su Fan did not stop walking. The moment the hem of his black robe brushed against the bluestone pavement, not even a ripple was stirred. He continued to walk slowly toward the three Nascent Soul Realm elders as if he were strolling in a garden.

The cobblestone street in the market, polished smooth by time, has now become a death knell.

His shoes crunched over the withered grass between the stones, making a soft "crunch" sound. Though as light as a mosquito's buzz, it struck the three old men like a heavy hammer blow.

With each step, the knuckles of the elderly men's clenched sleeves turned even paler, and cold sweat silently seeped through their inner shirts along the fabric's texture.

Su Fan stopped in the open space in front of the restaurant, slightly raised his eyelids, and his gaze, like a sharp blade dipped in ice, slowly swept over the three people.

Those eyes appeared calm on the surface, but the coldness hidden deep within seemed to penetrate even the flesh.

In an instant, the three elders felt their hair stand on end, as if their disguised Foundation Establishment aura had been torn apart, and even the fear deep in their souls was seen through.

The next moment, Su Fan stepped into the restaurant. The sound of his wooden clogs on the floor was completely different from the outside world, carrying a strange dullness.

He sat down at the table of the elderly man at the head of the table, casually tapping the surface with his fingertips. Just as the old man was about to speak, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Om..."

No one saw what Su Fan did; they only felt the air in the restaurant suddenly freeze.

The other two old men who were originally standing at the entrance of the market street suddenly appeared on either side of the table. Their auras were imprisoned by an invisible force, and they could not even move a finger.

Su Fan's lips curled into a mocking smile, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"You've come to see me, haven't you...?"

Only then did the old man, referred to as Senior Brother Qinghe, manage to regain his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to explain.

“Senior Brother Su Fan, we have no ill intentions in coming here, I…”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat; his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Su Fan slowly shook his head, his fingertips still tapping lightly on the table, the rhythm so distinct it made one's heart race.

"I do not believe……"

"I deliberately chose this remote market town, the only place I could find, yet you three Nascent Soul cultivators have traveled a long way to find me, claiming you mean me no harm..."

He paused, turned his gaze to the old man on his left, and spoke in a tone as cold as ice.

"It's your turn to speak..."

The old man, having just regained his ability to speak, eagerly echoed the sentiment.

"Senior Brother Qinghe is right, we really didn't mean any harm, but rather..."

The moment he uttered the word "but," his throat was gripped tightly by an invisible force again, and his face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

Su Fan frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. His gaze fell on the last old man, and the tapping sound of his fingertips suddenly stopped.

"My patience is limited. If you dare to spout nonsense again, the three of you will have no reason to remain in this world..."

The old man trembled and hurriedly spoke.

“Senior Brother Su Fan…we came here to find you on behalf of Senior Brother Haoming, the sect leader of the Guangfa Dao Sect…”

"Ha ha……"

Su Fan suddenly chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in his laughter.

"That's utter nonsense. Before leaving the sect, I personally told them that they needed to 'purify their hearts by entering the world.' Why would the sect leader specifically send you here to find me..."

The moment he finished speaking, a strange smile appeared on Su Fan's lips.

Before the three could react, the old man sitting on the right suddenly let out a suppressed groan, and his face turned ferocious at a visible speed.

His mouth uncontrollably tore open to both sides, the skin and flesh rolled back, stretching all the way to his ears, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Even more horrifying, his tongue slowly extended, and the tip of his tongue transformed into a dark green snake head. The snake's mouth opened, and its forked tongue hissed as it swept across the surface, carrying a sweet and pungent smell.

The eerie and bizarre scene terrified the other two people at the table, leaving them frozen in place like stones.

What kind of method is this?

Taoist practices...

It's still an evil practice...

Before they could figure it out, the snake's head suddenly lunged at Senior Brother Qinghe, and its body instantly coiled around his neck, tightening its grip.

Senior Brother Qinghe's face turned bright red, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide but he couldn't make a sound, and his limbs struggled in vain, like a grass carp out of water, gradually becoming still.

"I'll give you one more chance, speak..."

Su Fan's voice remained calm, as if the bloody scene just now had nothing to do with him.

The only remaining old man's face changed drastically, and his heart pounded wildly.

He never expected that Su Fan would be so violent and cruel.

They only arrived at "Wenyue Market" first to investigate Su Fan's whereabouts because they were the closest to this place, yet they ended up in such a predicament.

"Senior Brother Su Fan, everything I said is true. If I'm lying, you can do whatever you want with me..."

Su Fan sneered, his eyes suddenly narrowing.

"puff……"

A crisp tearing sound rang out as Qinghe's head was severed by the snake's body, and scalding blood splattered everywhere, covering the other two people's bodies and faces.

"Boom..."

The head fell to the ground and rolled to Su Fan's feet.

Su Fan lifted his foot and gently stepped on the skull, the "crack" of the skull breaking clearly audible.

Strangely, the other cultivators eating in the restaurant were completely unaware of this and continued drinking and chatting as if nothing had happened.

Even when blood splattered on their robes, they acted as if they didn't see it, not even lifting their eyelids, as if there was an invisible barrier around the table.

"Whoosh..."

Just then, a dark figure darted out from Senior Brother Qinghe's headless corpse; it was his Yin spirit.

Just as the Yin spirit was about to flee out of the restaurant, Su Fan was as fast as lightning. He reached out and grabbed the dark figure, slamming it hard onto the table.

Senior Brother Qinghe's Yin spirit struggled violently in Su Fan's palm. The black shadow twisted and transformed into a ferocious human face, its eyes filled with madness and resentment, staring intently at Su Fan, its voice carrying a hint of arrogant superiority.

"Kid...do you know who I am...?"

Su Fan sneered inwardly, "Of course I know who you are, but I'm not going to tell you."

What a joke.

If I knew, how could I possibly kill you?

Although Su Fan knew their backgrounds, he couldn't admit it even if he were beaten to death.

The same goes for Senior Brother Qinghe and the others; of course, they would not admit that they were clones of those people from the Upper Realm.

If this news gets out, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

Therefore, Su Fan knew perfectly well that the more ruthless he acted, the safer he would be.

"Boom..."

Without thinking, Su Fan suddenly exerted force with his right hand.

With a muffled thud, Senior Brother Qinghe's Yin spirit was instantly crushed, turning into specks of black energy that dissipated into the air.

Upon seeing the Yin spirit disappear, the other old man was stunned, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

The killing intent emanating from Su Fan grew increasingly intense, pressing down on his consciousness as if it were a tangible force. The strange aura within his consciousness almost tore his soul apart.

Has this kid gone mad?

How dare he...

But when he met Su Fan's expressionless face, he suddenly felt an unprecedented fear.

He knew that Su Fan really dared to kill them.

“Senior Brother Su Fan, actually we are…” He had just gotten to the crucial point when his throat suddenly felt like it was being choked, and he couldn’t utter another word.

"Who you are, I don't want to know..." Su Fan's voice was as cold as ice.

"I just want to know why you've come here..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the old man who had transformed into a half-human, half-snake shape, his eyes suddenly narrowing.

"hiss……"

The snake's head inside the old man's body seemed to be under invisible control, suddenly changing direction and its body instantly coiling around his neck.

Su Fan could see clearly that he had to stop the old man from revealing his identity.

Killing them like this would only make people think he was unaware of the situation.

If someone knowingly attacks those who are clones of people from the upper realm, even he would have to be cautious.

"This is your last chance..."

Su Fan tapped the table with his fingertips again, each tap like a blow to the old man's heartstrings.

The only remaining old man at the table was now completely panicked, with only one thought in his mind.

That guy is a lunatic.

“Fellow Daoist Su Fan, we are indeed entrusted by Senior Brother Haoming of the Guangfa Dao Sect…”

"puff……"

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the half-human, half-snake old man next to him was severed by his own snake body and rolled to the ground.

Su Fan raised his hand and grabbed the old man's Yin spirit in his hand, crushing it before he even had a chance to speak.

At this moment, the last old man remaining at the table was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

This kid is too ruthless; he kills without blinking an eye.

But what he didn't know was that Su Fan never intended for them to leave alive.

After crushing the Yin Spirit, Su Fan turned his head and looked at the last old man expressionlessly.

"Alright...you can die now too..."

"Senior Brother Su... Su Fan..." The old man was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and shouted hurriedly.

"Because...because the upper realm has just issued a decree, ordering all sects in our Lingxuan Realm to summon all late-stage Integration Realm cultivators to the 'Qianlun Realm'..."

Su Fan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"You're really stubborn even when you're about to die. I just broke through to the Integration Realm not long ago. The Upper Realm is summoning late-stage Integration Realm cultivators. What does that have to do with me..."

"No..." The old man was so anxious that tears were almost coming out of his eyes.

"The celestial realm has issued a decree, specifically requesting that you accompany them..."

Hearing this, Su Fan slowly nodded, indicating that he believed him.

Before the old man could even breathe a sigh of relief, Su Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Om..."

An invisible force of divine consciousness suddenly erupted, and the old man on the table felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. His sea of ​​consciousness was instantly shattered, and he died with his soul destroyed.

This attack even shattered his Yin spirit. He didn't even utter a sound before collapsing onto the table, lifeless.

Su Fan glanced at the three corpses on the table, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He reached out and took off the three storage rings, put them in his pocket, then stood up and left the restaurant with steady steps.

The invisible barrier inside the restaurant only quietly disappeared after he had walked quite a distance.

The next second, gasps of surprise rose and fell as the monks eating around them stared at the three corpses on the table.

The two heads that had rolled to the ground were especially terrified, their faces pale and their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

They couldn't understand how three corpses could suddenly appear in the hall, which had been perfectly fine just moments before.

Even more horrifying, two of them were headless corpses.

With his hands behind his back, Su Fan strolled leisurely through the bustling crowds of the market, his black robes swaying gently with his steps.

His gaze swept over the street vendors and the monks passing by, his face showing no trace of the bloodshed he had just experienced.

It was as if the massacre in the restaurant had never happened, and that a speck of dust had simply been brushed away.

Although they managed to extract crucial information about the upper realm's decree from the three individuals, they also vented their anger at being spied on through the killing.

But the way Su Fan unconsciously rubbed his fingertips against the storage ring revealed the gravity in his heart.

This matter is far from over so easily.

Those old monsters from the upper realm would not let it go so easily just because of the deaths of three clones.

They will inevitably send more people to look for him, and may even resort to more difficult methods.

"Qianlun Realm..."

It seems that Lao Long Li Gao's previous guess was correct; the fact that the Upper Realm's human Daoist sect summoned cultivators from the Lingxuan Realm to provide assistance was probably not unfounded.

Damn it, it looks like there's no escaping this mess.

Even so, every moment counts. We must make thorough preparations before venturing into that unknown and dangerous place.

Now is the crucial moment to figure out that ancient forbidden thunder technique, and he hopes to buy himself a few more years.

"Why did you kill them...?"

Just as he was pondering a solution, an old and majestic voice suddenly boomed in his mind.

The voice carried a profound weight that seemed to pierce through time and space, as if it came from the depths of the clouds above the heavens.

Each word carried a heavy weight, instantly suppressing the murderous intent lurking around Su Fan, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible pressure, like an invisible sword pressed against his soul.

Su Fan was startled, and his divine sense instantly spread out like a tide, meticulously exploring every inch of the surrounding space.

He couldn't find any trace of aura in the shadows of the street corner, the roof tiles, or even the storage bag at the monk's waist, no matter how he sensed it.

The voice seemed not to be heard through the ears, but rather directly imprinted deep within his soul, leaving no trace, yet so real that it was unsettling.

"People from the upper realm..."

Su Fan coldly rebuked himself, the leisurely look in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a sharp, knife-like glint.

He could clearly sense that the owner of this voice was far superior to the three easily defeated clones from before; it must be a powerful figure from the upper realm of the human race's Daoist sect.

What merit or ability do I possess? I merely killed three small fry, yet I managed to attract the attention of important figures from the upper realm.

Originally, it was thought that the human race's Daoist sect in the upper realm would at most send some clones down to investigate.

Who would have thought that seeing Su Fan kill those three lower realm clones, the human Daoist leaders of the upper realm would actually become restless.

The voice in his mind rang out again, carrying a hint of indifference, as if it had already seen through his actions.

"No need to search, you won't find me..."

Su Fan frowned, his lips pressed into a cold, hard line, and he remained silent.

He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that voice.

It was a kind of pressure that transcended the rules of the Spirit Profound Realm. If the other party really wanted to intervene, he would not even have a chance to resist and would only be at their mercy.

After a moment, Su Fan deliberately concealed the sharpness in his eyes and pretended to be bewildered.

He looked around, his tone carrying just the right amount of panic.

"You... who are you..."

(End of this chapter)