Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 803 Fang Yu, a Mortal, Faces a Nascent Soul Stage Enemy
"Kill for life!"

"Kill for life!"

The old Taoist priest had set the tone, and the commotion outside the formation rose again.

Fang Yu's use of purple lightning to kill people is the best breakthrough and irrefutable evidence!
We may be in the wrong to demand the return of a "chance," but demanding the return of a blood debt is a matter of course!

Seeing the crowd outside surge with anger once again, Zhong Lingdao knew that avoiding the main issue wouldn't work, and the anger in his heart rose up again.

He took a sudden step forward, pointed towards the distant, blood-red forbidden area, and almost roared:
"Hand him over? I'd also like to ask him what happened."

A mixture of anger, frustration, and a barely perceptible hint of fear flashed across his face.
"Where do you think that kid is now?! Why do you think he hasn't returned to our sect?!"

Zhong Lingdao's voice carried an absurd grief and indignation:

"Just before the forbidden area closed! Just as your disciples were fleeing for their lives! Fang Yu was targeted by a terrifying monster that appeared out of nowhere in the forbidden area! That monster... that monster's oppressive aura..."

"A Nascent Soul! That's definitely a ferocious beast at the Nascent Soul level! It chased Fang Yu, crushing mountains and splitting the earth, deep into the Desolate Mountain Range! Now, whether it's alive or dead, even Elder Li Huayuan of our sect, who is at the Core Formation stage, dares not say! You're asking me, Huangfeng Valley, for someone?"

He abruptly flung his sleeves, his anger turning into a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with helplessness and a sense of resignation.

"Fine! If you're so capable, go and search inside that monster's belly yourselves! If you find his remains and your so-called 'opportunity,' take them! My Yellow Maple Valley will not stop you!"

The words "Nascent Soul Ferocious Thing" were like pouring a ladle of ice water into boiling oil.

The area outside the formation quieted down considerably in an instant.

On those faces that were originally shouting for violence and filled with righteous indignation, anger was quickly replaced by surprise and a hint of undisguised horror.

The Nascent Soul stage is something that most of them can only look up to and never reach in their entire lives!

The Crimson Forbidden Land actually harbors a monster of this level? That kid was being hunted down by such a being?

Do I need to see him alive? Or do I need to see his body?
Go to the territory of the Nascent Soul monster to find the corpse?

What the hell is the difference between this and suicide?
The mountain wind howled, sweeping past the silent mountain gate.

The crowd from the six major sects seemed to be frozen in place, their anger solidified on their faces, covered by a layer of fear.

The originally clamorous outcry was abruptly cut off by the words "Nascent Soul Beast," leaving only a suppressed, deathly silence filled with gasps of cold air.

Zhong Lingdao's defiant roar still faintly echoed in the valley, carrying an absurd and nauseating sense of reality—the person you want might be waiting to be digested in the stomach of some Nascent Soul monster. Go and get him yourself if you dare.

How can we collect this debt?
Just as everyone was wondering how to proceed, a female voice rang out.

"Sect Leader Zhong! Regardless of whether Fang Yu is alive or dead, whether he has become a snack for a Nascent Soul cultivator or has been digested into ashes, he is still a member of your Yellow Maple Valley, isn't he? He is a disciple you personally recruited, stamped, and registered, isn't he?"

The Fairy of Rainbow Robes from the Hidden Moon Sect had eyebrows raised in anger and a voice so shrill it could be used as a drill.

"And another thing, trying to distance yourself? Then explain yourself, where did that kid's thunder treasure come from?"

"I don't believe that a Qi Refining stage disciple could trample so many people under his feet!"

"that is!"

"There's definitely something wrong!" "Your Yellow Maple Valley can't escape responsibility!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the people from Huangfeng Valley turned pale and purple.

Especially Li Huayuan.

He really wanted to say that Fang Yu was only a Qi Refining genius on his first day of training, but he became a Core Formation expert on the second day.

But it's best to keep these things to yourself; telling others is just treating them like fools.

No one could possibly believe it.
Even now, the only truth that Huangfeng Valley can accept is that Fang Yu was originally a Core Formation cultivator, but he just didn't know how to hide his cultivation level.

Furthermore, with Elder Linghu speaking up for him, the matter was dropped.

But now that they've come knocking on our door, how are we going to explain this?

Seeing that the people from Huangfeng Valley were pretending to be mute, the burly elder of Tianque Fortress immediately followed suit, his voice booming like thunder, making the ears of several disciples from smaller sects nearby ring. "Fang Yu committed murder and robbery in the forbidden area, robbing his own family without any regard for right or wrong. This mess can't just be wiped clean because he got himself killed and was carried off by a monster, can it? Huangfeng Valley must give an explanation! Give us a proper account!"

"Confess! You must confess!"

"We can't just brush it off with a simple 'he was eaten by a Nascent Soul monster,' can we?"

"Yes! We need to see him alive, or dead, or at least the treasure he stole!"

"Huangfeng Valley's inhabitants committed heinous acts and cannot escape blame!"

Good heavens, the elders and elite disciples of Qingxu Sect, Huadaowu, Jujian Sect, and Lingshou Mountain, except for Huangfeng Valley itself, all spoke in unison as if they had made a pact. Their voices rose higher and higher, their momentum was so fierce that their spittle almost washed away the energy barrier of the mountain-protecting formation.

Whether Fang Yu is dead or alive, whether he was overeaten by a Nascent Soul monster or not, the blame is being placed on Huangfeng Valley!

Having finally found a pretext to legitimately weaken Huangfeng Valley, how could they not take a big bite out of it and be worthy of the tears shed, the treasures lost, and the lightning strikes suffered by their disciples in the forbidden area?
This opportunity is even rarer than the Bloodstained Forbidden Land opening its gates once every five years!
Zhong Lingdao stood on the high platform, his wide sect leader's robe fluttering without wind, his face ashen, and the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Looking at the faces outside—some filled with righteous indignation, some with greedy gleams, and some simply enjoying the spectacle—he felt incredibly frustrated, more so than if he had eaten ten pounds of expired Wallace cigarettes.

He felt like an honest street vendor trapped in an alley, surrounded by thugs who were extorting money from him, and the thugs were even shouting slogans like "Protection money is justice".

Meanwhile, some distance away from the entrance to Huangfeng Valley, in a desolate, godforsaken place.
Or rather, an unnamed valley where any bird that dares to defecate will be instantly evaporated.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, the earthy smell of churned soil, and a strange, slightly burnt plant sap odor.

Fang Yu, the mortal who was a villain in blue robes who blocked the bridge and collected "tolls" in the Bloodstained Forbidden Land just a day ago, now looks completely different from the word "cool".

His brand-new blue robe from the inner sect of Huangfeng Valley was now tattered like a fishing net, stained with dark red bloodstains and blackish-brown mud.

The most striking thing was his left arm—it was completely gone from his shoulder down!

The cut was a bloody mess, covered in a dark green, viscous liquid that was still hissing and emitting wisps of white smoke, clearly corroded by the giant flower's digestive fluids.

He leaned against a boulder that had been partially destroyed, panting heavily. Each breath aggravated the numerous wounds all over his body, causing him to grimace in pain. Sweat and blood mingled and dripped from his chin.

His opponent, the giant man-eating flower that had chased him from the blessed land to his grandmother's house and silenced the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom, was not in much better shape either.

(End of this chapter)