Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 799 What are you searching for? Block the bridge!
The spiritual energy in this blessed land is so rich that it can be drunk like water.

Fang Yu stretched, his bones cracking as if he had just cleared a high-difficulty level.

"Tsk, this place is even better than a safe house, but I'm afraid that Lao Liu might sneak in and steal our place."

He muttered to himself, then clasped his hands together: "Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several puffs of white smoke exploded, and seven or eight identical Fang Yu figures appeared out of thin air, wearing the same Huangfeng Valley blue robes and sporting the same lazy, smug expression on their faces.

They glanced at each other, remained silent, each found a corner, squatted down on the ground, or leaned against the rock wall, their eyes glazed over, and entered the standard "idle guard" mode.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like a group of well-trained NPC security guards, perfectly covering the entrances and blind spots of the entire cave.

"Done!" Fang Yu clapped his hands, very satisfied with his arrangement. "With these gatekeepers watching over us, not even a fly can get in. I'm going out to have some fun!"

He wandered out of the cave and continued to roam the dilapidated open world of the Crimson Forbidden Land.

The Rinnegan is extremely efficient at opening maps, and in no time he had found several decent spiritual herbs.

But soon he discovered that the "resource points" in this area seemed to have been almost completely exploited, and those of slightly better quality had been completely looted.

"The drop rate is ridiculously low."

Fang Yu clicked his tongue, a little annoyed.

"Even if this continues, I probably won't have enough materials for alchemy."

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, his eyes gleaming: "Holy crap! What's wrong with my brain! It's so tiring to just camp and grind monsters by myself! Why bother with exploration mode? Wouldn't it be better to just be an 'aggressive attacker' camping at the extraction point and collect 'tolls'?"

He surveyed the vital passage, a wicked grin spreading across his face: "This terrain, this location, is practically an evacuation point on par with the 'Southeast Asian Customs Office'! Disciples from the seven major sects will all have to pass right under my nose!"

"Hey hey hey"

Fang Yu rubbed his hands together, found a shady spot with excellent visibility, and crouched down, looking exactly like a Uluru preparing to ambush someone. "Sit down! One strike and you're set for three years! Isn't this much more efficient than stupidly going to find spirit herbs yourself?"

The moment he came up with this wicked plan, Laozi's voice, laced with utter exasperation, echoed in his mind:

Your conduct is utterly morally corrupt and contrary to the principles of morality! How are you any different from those demons?

Fang Yu rolled his eyes, inwardly retorting, "Go talk to the planners! If the rules allow it, it's reasonable! Who told them to design the map like this? This is called tactics, understand? Besides, I call this 'resource redistribution' to promote economic circulation!"

Not long after, a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps came from the other end of the passage, accompanied by suppressed breathing and low sobs.

Fang Yu peeked out and chuckled—it was a familiar face! It was the same female cultivator team from the Hidden Moon Sect that he had robbed once before. Two of them were missing, and the remaining few were covered in dust and dirt, their clothes torn, their spiritual light dimmed, and their faces etched with the exhaustion of "just being ravaged by wild monsters" and "their equipment durability almost gone," looking like a group of remnants who had just escaped the poison zone.

With a graceful leap of faith, Fang Yu jumped directly from his hiding place to the center of the passage, brazenly blocking the way.

He crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin, and spoke in the tone of an NPC issuing a mandatory quest:
"Oh, we meet again? What a coincidence! Same rules as always, hand over your stuff, and then get out of here. Don't force me to take action. When I do, I don't care if you're Xiaohongshu users or not. 'Sisters helping each other' or 'girls help girls' won't work here. I'll just take you down and loot your gear, understand?"

The female cultivators were furious when they saw that nightmarish face.

One of them, with a fiery temper, pointed at Fang Yu's nose, her voice trembling: "You...you villain! Utterly shameless! You have no moral bottom line! Robbing once wasn't enough, now you have to set up a roadblock here to rob us? You are a disgrace to the cultivation world! A demon! A robber!"

Fang Yu wasn't annoyed at all; on the contrary, he listened with great interest, even squinting his eyes comfortably. He put his right hand on his hip and made a "please continue" gesture with his left hand, urging with a satisfied look, "Mmm! Well said! That's the style! Any new words? Your vocabulary isn't enough, sister, not sharp enough! Say a couple more, I love to hear it!"

Several female cultivators were so choked by his shameless and thick-skinned appearance that they almost fainted. Their chests heaved violently, and their faces turned from red to white and then to green, as if they had opened a dye shop.

Seeing that insults were ineffective and they couldn't win a fight, they looked at each other, their eyes filled with frustration and despair.

One of them reluctantly pulled a wilted, withered, and barely spiritual grass from his pocket and handed it over shakily, his eyes darting around, clearly trying to fool the person.

Fang Yu glanced at the tattered blade of grass, looking at it with disdain as if he had seen an expired food packaging.

Without saying a word, he slapped the grass away, sending it flying in a desolate parabola through the air.

"Is this how you send away beggars?"

Fang Yu scoffed, his eyes suddenly turning dangerous, and his voice growing colder, "Do you think I'm blind? Turn over all your pockets! Inside and out! And storage bags, storage rings, storage bracelets. Every single 'backpack compartment' where you can hide things, and check them all! You runners dare to hide things from Brother Meng Gong? You're tired of living, aren't you? You really want me to organize your backpacks with a single click?"

The chilling killing intent was so palpable that it instantly plunged the female cultivators into an ice cave, making their hair stand on end.

They had no doubt that this guy with the wicked smile in front of them would actually kick them to death like stray dogs on the street!
In utter desperation, the leading female cultivator bit her lip, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes. With great heartache, she carefully took out a small, shimmering, and vibrant silver flower from her personal storage pouch.

The flower was clearly picked recently, its petals still glistening with dew-like luster.

Fang Yu's eyes lit up. He grabbed the silver flower, feeling the pure energy within it, and nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, that's more like it. Although I know you're definitely hiding more, never mind, I'm in a good mood today."

He paused deliberately, feigning a sentimental air, "I'll let you off the hook this time, since I've had a brief encounter with your Senior Sister Li. Now get lost!"

"A brief encounter?!"

Upon hearing this word, the female cultivators nearly coughed up blood on the spot, their composure completely shattered!
Their gazes toward Fang Yu were filled with disbelief, absurdity, and indignation.

That's what you call a "fateful encounter"?! You struck her with lightning and turned her into a charred corpse! A mere five pounds of "fate," body and all! How dare you use that word?!
People cannot, or at least should not, be so shameless!

(End of this chapter)