Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 692 Humiliating Him? The Countdown to Annihilation Has Begun
Just then, faint sounds of tinkling jade pendants and laughter drifted from the mountain mist.

Fang Yu suddenly looked up!

Several young female cultivators, dressed in feathered robes and with their hair styled in high buns, were walking along the winding stone steps in the distance!

The fabric of his clothes shimmered and reflected a jewel-like glow in the dim morning light, a stark contrast to his own smelly, tattered coarse cloth coat.

Their steps were light and their expressions relaxed, like fairies walking in a painting.

yes.
Inner disciple!

They must be rich!

In a flash, a glimmer of hope, like grasping at a straw, ignited in Fang Yu's eyes.

This was a rare opportunity! He threw down the wooden bucket, ignoring his filthy hands and disheveled appearance, and rushed over. He bowed beside the stone steps, his voice urgent and hoarse as he cried out, "Sisters! I, Fang Yu, am a new handyman! I'm truly desperate. I beg you, sisters, to have mercy and give me a job. I can do anything—washing, running errands, anything! I just... I just want some money to pay this agonizing monthly wage! Please!"

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened!

A rebuke, clearly hostile, rang out from the side, carrying a deliberate air of authority: "Insolence!"

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned his head to look—he saw four young men, all dressed in fine clothes but with arrogant expressions, emerge from the side road, jade pendants hanging from their waists, their eyes unfriendly.

A tall, elegantly dressed young man stepped forward and bowed deeply to the group of female cultivators who had been startled by Fang Yu and were now frowning and stopped. He forced a humble yet polite smile and said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you senior sisters! Senior sisters are of noble birth; please don't let such a filthy and lowly person tarnish your eyes and defile yourselves. Senior sisters, please go and cultivate in peace. This good-for-nothing who doesn't know the rules..."

He smirked, but his eyes swept over Fang Yu on the ground with a sinister look. "Just hand him over to us to 'handle' him. We'll teach him some manners and make sure he doesn't dare to pollute the peace again."

The female cultivators didn't seem to want to cause any trouble. They glanced at Fang Yu, who was covered in excrement and looked disheveled, and regarded him as an annoying fly. They frowned in disgust, nodded slightly, and gracefully flew away.

Halfway there, a woman with yellow hair ornaments turned around and shouted, "Don't kill him, just cripple him."

The young man in the fine clothes smiled quickly and replied, "Yes!"

Fang Yu was bewildered by this series of unexpected events.

What should be done? What rules? He doesn't even know these people!
A strong sense of eeriness and a chilling feeling of being shrouded in conspiracy crept up my spine.

He opened his mouth, about to stand up and argue, "Wait! I!"

"boom!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a tremendous force, accompanied by a biting gust of wind, slammed into his unsuspecting lower back!
The force was extremely insidious and cunning, instantly draining all his strength.

"Ugh—!" Fang Yu groaned, his whole body flying back two or three meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the cold, hard stone ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His bones felt like they were broken, and a tearing pain shot through his lower back.

The excruciating pain was like gasoline poured on Fang Yu's already pent-up anger!
The ruthlessness and violence that were ingrained in his bones erupted instantly!

He's not the kind of coward who would just cower and whine when he gets beaten!
"Damn it!" he growled, not even glancing at the person who kicked him. He endured the excruciating pain, braced himself with his hands, and sprang up from the ground with almost brute force. His bloodshot eyes, like quenched knives, were fixed on the "culprit" who had attacked him—the tall young master who had led the attack!
When the tall man saw Fang Yu get up so quickly, a clear look of surprise flashed across his eyes, which was then covered by even stronger contempt and disgust.

He strolled leisurely to a step in front of Fang Yu, crossed his arms, and his tall figure blocked out the thin morning light, creating an absolute sense of oppression.

"Pah!" He looked down at Fang Yu, spitting a thick wad of phlegm at the spot where Fang Yu had been lying, a vicious sneer on his lips. "You've got a tough skin, haven't you had enough of being beaten yet? You dare to harass the inner sect senior sister? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror! You shameless filthy bastard! If you dare take another step closer, believe me, I'll peel off your dung beetle skin and throw you into the back mountain to feed the demon wolves!"

These words completely ignited Fang Yu's fuse! "Harassment? Me!" Fang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, and a surge of anger rushed to his head. He stared intently at the arrogant bastard in front of him, suddenly straightened his back, and roared out all the pent-up frustration, anger, resentment, and grief over his own fate!
His voice was hoarse yet unusually loud, each word like a poisoned iron nail striking the ground:
"Bullshit! I just want a job that will pay for anything! They're dressed so well, I thought they could afford it! What 'harassing senior sister'? Which eye of yours saw that?! There's a limit to how much you can lie! You're treating people like dirt, forcing them to work like slaves, and then you think they can't live? If you want to be my lackey and climb over me, you need to come up with a plausible excuse! Stop spouting your blind bullshit! If you've got the guts, stop playing dirty tricks, come at me with force, I'm ready to fight you to the end—I'll fuck your mother!"

"What a load of crap!"

The roar echoed in the cold mountain valley at dawn, filled with the resolute determination and resistance after being squeezed to the extreme.

And the bewildered expressions on everyone's faces.
What the hell?
This outer disciple
This is an outer disciple who cleans toilets.
Did you yell at the inner disciples?
Also
What the hell is his mother?
I'm kidding!

It’s so boring!

The moment Zhang Boxing was publicly insulted with "xxx" by Fang Yu, his entire face twisted into a near-grotesque grimace of rage.

As an inner disciple, he never imagined that he would be so humiliated by a filthy latrine cleaner.

The gasps of horror from the onlookers were like adding fuel to the fire. His eyes blazed with murderous intent as he roared, "You lowly ant! Today I will grind you to dust!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Boxing's five fingers formed a claw, and with a chilling wind, he grabbed Fang Yu's throat!

Although Fang Yu was kicked in the lower back, his inherent ferocity made him grit his teeth and refuse to back down, even as he was about to be choked.

Just then, the fat deacon Wang, who had tricked Fang Yu into going up the mountain, rushed over, panting.

He caught sight of Fang Yu confronting Zhang Boxing, an inner disciple, and was immediately terrified, his face turning ashen. He scrambled to Zhang Boxing's feet, bowing and scraping as he begged, "Please calm down! Please calm down! This...this country bumpkin is just a wild boy herding cattle in the village down the mountain! He doesn't know any manners! I'll break his legs to appease you."

Zhang Boxing kicked Wang Pangzi aside, his fingertips flashing with a chilling white light, his voice venomous and cold: "Stop me? He dared to use his foul mouth to slander my inner sect senior sister, and even dared to insult my family! Today, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he'd be—"

The instant the word "death" was uttered, the white light that Zhang Boxin had gathered in his palm transformed into a tangible blade, slashing straight at Fang Yu's skull with a piercing whistle! Wang Pangzi collapsed to the ground, and everyone closed their eyes in horror—

boom! ! !
A golden light, a hundred times more dazzling than white light, suddenly exploded!

The void behind Fang Yu twisted, and a phantom of an old man with closed eyes and a white beard appeared!

The old man's beard and hair moved without wind, only his sleeves fluttered slightly.

Bang!
Zhang Boxing was struck as if by lightning, and his protective spiritual energy shattered instantly!

He was sent flying dozens of feet like a cannonball, crashing through the pile of rubble on the mountain wall, spitting out blood!

As the smoke and dust filled the air, the golden light gradually dissipated, and the old man's illusory figure quietly disappeared.

The cliff was deathly silent, except for Zhang Boxing's muffled groan of broken bones echoing in the cold wind. Everyone stood frozen as if they had seen a ghost, their horrified gazes fixed on Fang Yu, the "trash" who should have been crushed to death.

Fang Yu was also completely bewildered, only to hear the voice of an unfamiliar old man coming from the air.

Lao Tzu: "You still dare to mistreat him?"

"Once the memories are synchronized, Kinmen will probably be wiped out overnight!"

(End of this chapter)