Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 715 Why are you all doing the Orochimaru thing too?

Upon meeting Doctor Mo, Fang Yu finally understood what was going on.

In the original novel "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality", Doctor Mo took in Han Li, a pseudo-spiritual root, and taught him the Everlasting Spring Technique. Later, seeing that Han Li had made some progress, he finally revealed his true colors and wanted to forcibly take over the protagonist Han Li's body in order to achieve the same effect as Orochimaru.

The result was the same as Orochimaru's.

He was betrayed by the protagonist.

Now I hear that Doctor Mo is actually the disciple of the Thin Taoist.
Fang Yu suddenly understood everything.

Han Li has a pseudo-spiritual root, and Fang Yu also has a pseudo-spiritual root.

No wonder I, with no talent for cultivation, was able to directly enter a "major sect" like the Golden Gate!

The reason lies in this pseudo-spiritual root!
Presumably, the skinny Taoist priest possesses some extraordinary skill that allows him to possess the body of someone with a pseudo-spiritual root and prolong their life.
Doctor Mo received that miraculous skill from the thin Taoist priest.
pass!

All connected!

"Get out of here! Go back and properly train Han Li! Understand?"

At this moment, Dr. Mo was more bewildered than anyone else.

What does this mean?
It's like the driver has a limp, but the waiter gets incredibly lucky. He drives the big boss to a political and business banquet, and the big boss at the banquet comes over and specifically tells the waiter to treat the newly hired food runner well, you know?
Don't understand!
I don't understand at all!
When facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the Seven Mysteries Sect can simply wait to die.

In addition to a bunch of Foundation Establishment cultivators, Kinmen even has a Core Formation stage "Great Immortal"!
How could someone who could easily defeat a powerful immortal know Han Li?

Dr. Mo, carrying a hundred thousand questions, went mad.

Fang Yu chased away Doctor Mo, and the skinny Taoist didn't bother to chase after him. He glared at Fang Yu, trembling with anger.

"You wretch! You concealed your cultivation, only entered the sect for five days, and while I was away, you actually committed such an outrageous act! If I don't kill you today, I swear I'm not human!"

"Ah."

Upon hearing the curses, Fang Yule spoke up.

"What's wrong? You're getting impatient now? Where did all that high-spiritedness go? You didn't expect this, did you? You spent three days training and your sect's resources were wiped out. If you were out there for a week, I'd completely transform the entire Kinmen and open a noodle shop!"

"You like money, right? Then let's make some! Chicken legs are three yuan, braised noodles are eight yuan, our main selling point is affordability!"

"You, you, you!" The skinny Taoist priest gritted his teeth in anger. "Even now, you still dare to say things to provoke me! Why would the higher-ups send someone like you to plot against me?"

Hearing that there was still more information to be revealed, Fang Yu quickly made a pause gesture: "Stop! Don't try to ramble on with me, this has nothing to do with anyone else, it's just the two of us! Don't try to brainwash me! All this talk about 'above' and 'below,' all I know is that you're definitely going to hell today!"

The gaunt Taoist's face was contorted with extreme rage, making him look like a vengeful ghost. His eyes shot out a ferocious light that seemed to devour anyone who dared to bite him: "You sharp-tongued wretch, prepare to die!"

With a strange howl, his withered hands suddenly formed bizarre hand seals, and a foul, stench-filled black mist erupted from his body.

A rustling sound arose, and the thick black mist instantly condensed into more than a dozen terrifyingly large creatures—a ten-foot-long emerald-scaled venomous python with its head and tail joined together, and a millstone-sized venomous scorpion with a jet-black body and its pincers gleaming with a metallic sheen. Saliva dripped from their mouths, and they hissed and flicked their tongues, exuding a strong aura of sinister death, as they pounced on Fang Yu from all directions to bite and devour him!

In an instant, a foul stench filled the air, and an eerie atmosphere pervaded the space, transforming it into a den of poison and a lair of demons.

"Oh? Trying to scare me by changing your skin?"

Faced with this vile attack that could instantly kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Fang Yu remained nonchalant, a contemptuous smile curving his lips. The ripples of reincarnation in his eyes didn't even bother to accelerate their rotation. "Divine Luo Heavenly Conquest!"

He casually waved his right hand forward and shouted in a daze!

"Bang——!!!"

An overwhelming and terrifying repulsive force suddenly erupted from him!

The air seemed to be compressed into a massive, tangible hammer, instantly crushing everything in its path!

Those ferocious venomous pythons and scorpions, without even uttering a single hiss, crumbled inch by inch the moment they touched the repulsive field, like dried-out rotten wood or sand-filled fortresses, crackling and exploding!

The filthy black mist, along with the disgusting poisonous saliva and remains, were instantly purified and wiped away by this pure and mighty power, as if they had never existed!

"Pfft!" The backlash from the broken spell caused the thin Taoist's blood to surge, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick, dark purple, fishy-sweet, and pungent poisonous smoke!

The moment the poisonous smoke was exhaled, it seemed to possess a spirit, transforming into several thumb-thick, snake-like smoke arrows. Silently yet incredibly swiftly, they bypassed the repulsive force's range, heading straight for Fang Yu's vital points! Where the smoke arrows passed, even the space itself emitted a subtle, corrosive sizzling sound. Fang Yu grinned, and his figure suddenly became ethereal!

“Sizzle——!!!”

A dazzling blue and white burst of lightning exploded! Leaving behind only a blinding, distorted arc of electricity!

The skinny Taoist's vicious smoke arrow failed to even touch Fang Yu's afterimage, futilely passing through and disappearing into the void.

Fang Yu's figure appeared dozens of steps away as if by teleportation, with subtle electric sparks running around his body and his eyes indifferent.

"Transformed into lightning! Lightning Escape Without a Trace?! Mastery of Lightning Technique?!"

The gaunt Taoist priest's body trembled violently, his face a mixture of extreme shock and incredulous greed. He screamed, "Boy! Your body is perfect! Too perfect! I must take this fortune from you!! Li Suanming!!! Help me! Help me capture this fiend!"

He went completely insane, his voice sharp and piercing, having lost all his former unfathomable image, leaving only the fanaticism of possession.

Seeing that Li Suanming didn't move and was staring blankly at his surroundings, the thin Taoist shouted again, "Li Suanming! Are you also going to be ungrateful? Don't forget everything about Kinmen!"

The elders found it rather strange that the thin Taoist addressed the sect leader by his full name.

On the other side, a ruthless glint and a final frenzy flashed in the eyes of the critically injured and dying sect leader, Li Suanming.

"When I provided you with a place to live back then, I knew things would turn out this way!"

"Enough! Enough! Let's just treat it as a mirage, as a dream!"

He used up his last remaining spiritual energy to rapidly press several vital acupoints on the bodies of the elders who had collapsed beside him and were still breathing!
With blood dripping from his fingertips, he was forcibly using his own life essence as a catalyst to stimulate the others to burn their last bit of vital energy!

"Ugh!" The elders groaned, like puppets on strings, their last bit of strength squeezed out by this evil method. They staggered and struggled to their feet from the pool of blood and scorched earth, swaying but carrying a deathly aura of mutual destruction, and forcibly surrounded the suspended Fang Yu in the center!

Strands of spiritual energy, each with different attributes yet equally chaotic and violent, began to intertwine, vaguely forming a flawed yet deadly strangulation formation!

Looking at the five elders, who were swaying precariously like bloodied figures with unfocused eyes, yet desperately trying to maintain the formation, Fang Yu felt as if he were witnessing a colossal joke.

He scoffed, his eyes practically overflowing with contempt: "So all you did was put on a Yunnan bonfire party dance? Are you trying to confuse me?"

His languid expression suddenly turned cold. He raised his right hand high, pointing straight to the sky, his five fingers spread wide!

"Since you're tired of living, I'll send you on your way! Divine Retribution!"

The words have not yet been spoken!

Boom! ...
The entire world suddenly became as bright as purgatory!

A terrifying pillar of lightning, several times larger than before and composed entirely of destructive blue-white incandescent plasma, fell vertically from the heavens without warning!

Its majesty and power are overwhelming, like the divine spear of judgment from the heavens!

This pure white lightning pillar, imbued with the utmost yang energy and capable of annihilating all evil, struck the center of the dilapidated battle formation that was besieging Fang Yu with unparalleled precision!

"No—!" the skinny Taoist screamed in despair.

A blinding, destructive white light instantly engulfed everything!
Rumble——! ! !
A deafening explosion swept in all directions!

The earth trembled violently, and smoke, dust, rocks, and shattered lightning shot into the sky together!

Where the light faded, where was the elders' battle formation?
The few surviving elders were immediately X-rayed, their flesh burned to ashes in a second, leaving only a few skeletons holding hands in what looked like an advertisement for a gold-farming game.
The lightning faded, but the deafening roar of the thunder still echoed above the ruins.

Fang Yu stood still, lowered his arm, and dusted off the sleeves of his tattered cloth jacket, which remained completely undamaged.

He casually picked up the broken Inkscale Shield from the ground.

He raised his eyes to the only remaining, disheveled and terrified thin Taoist priest in the distance, like a stray dog, and the corners of his mouth curled up again with that signature, slightly mocking smile:

"Old Deng, time to get some gear?"

(End of this chapter)