Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 15 Secret
"what?"

Fang Jun frowned, noticing that the blade of the Tianjun Sword was vibrating slightly, as if he sensed something unusual.

At the same time, the reminder voice of Yuanshen No. 1 also sounded in his mind.

"A deviation in the celestial secrets has been detected. The regression value differs from the actual value by 23.6%..."

"Initializing the "Spiritual Sword Observation Method" deduction program."

"Abnormal data discovered..."

“Building a behavioral prediction model.”

"Deduction completed. Confirmed someone has ill intentions towards the administrator..."

"Target locked: Beixin Town coordinates (12369, 652, 3)..."

A cold light flashed in Fang Jun's eyes, and he took off into the air without hesitation, his body as fast as lightning, rushing straight towards the target.

The Way of Heaven's Secrets is a physical rule in the world of immortal cultivation, and the method of divination is the cultivators' observation, summary and application of this rule.

So it is essentially a science, a science unique to the world of immortal cultivation, and it is no different from the way humans in previous lives used the law of universal gravitation to guide production.

Fang Jun had already set up Yuanshen No. 1 to monitor changes in the heavenly secrets in real time. Once any abnormal fluctuations occurred, he would immediately deduce and identify potential threats.

He never shows mercy to anyone who might endanger himself.

……

At this time, at the gate of Beixin Town.

Fang Qiheng flew with a normal expression, his trajectory unchanged, as if he were simply going out for a routine trip. Aside from his pounding heart and beads of sweat on his forehead, there was nothing unusual.

"It's almost there, it's almost there... As long as we get out of the city, the sky will be high and free..." Fang Qiheng kept comforting himself in his heart.

He kept using his spiritual sense to look at the bag of silver-shining spiritual sand in the storage bag, feeling both excited and nervous.

This bag of spiritual sand is enough for him to live happily for several years, and he can even exchange it for money to buy pills, giving him a chance to break through his current bottleneck in cultivation.

As long as he could leave the city smoothly, he would be able to break free from the constraints of the Fang family and be completely free.

However, just as he was about to step out of the city gate, a sharp sword light shot up from the direction of the Fang family's land, cutting through the sky and heading straight towards him.

"That's... Fang Jun?!"

Fang Qiheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He subconsciously stopped flying, desperately trying to comfort himself, "Coincidence, it must be a coincidence... He couldn't possibly have spotted me..."

However, the sword light was getting closer and closer, at a speed that was breathtaking.

Fang Qiheng's nerves were stretched to the limit, and cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

He didn't dare move, for fear that any movement would expose his guilty conscience.

But the fear in his heart surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

"No, don't panic... If you move now, you'll be walking into a trap..." Fang Qiheng gritted his teeth and forced himself to fly slowly at the same frequency as before.

However, the sword light was getting closer and closer, and Fang Jun's figure was already clearly visible.

Fang Qiheng's psychological defenses finally collapsed and he could no longer endure this feeling of oppression.

He accelerated sharply, trying to escape.

"call out--!"

A sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor and instantly penetrated Fang Qiheng's body.

He felt a chill in his chest, and then his whole body fell like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the ground.

Fang Qiheng lay on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

He looked down at his chest, only to see the tip of the Tianjun Sword piercing his heart, the patterns on the blade gleaming with a cold light. "Why... why... it was only a fraction..."

Fang Qiheng murmured, his voice growing weaker and weaker until it was barely audible.

He tried to struggle, but found that his strength was rapidly draining away.

The scene in front of me gradually became blurred, and Fang Jun's cold voice seemed to come to my ears.

"Those who harbor evil intentions shall die."

A trace of regret flashed across Fang Qiheng's eyes for the last time, and then he completely lost all hope.

Fang Jun fell from the sky and stood beside Fang Qiheng's body with an indifferent expression.

He stretched out his hand and the Tianjun Sword flew back into his hand. The blood on the sword evaporated instantly and returned to its original state. Fang Qiheng's storage bag naturally fell into his hands.

This scene, with such a huge commotion, naturally attracted the attention of other Fang family cultivators.

Even though he didn't know the whole story, he had a pretty good guess after seeing Fang Qiheng's body in the air.

"Damn it! Fang Jun really doesn't give us a chance to live." Some cultivators gritted their teeth secretly but didn't dare to show it at all.

"Yes, you can't escape even if you want to!" Another monk echoed in a low voice, with deep fear in his voice.

"Fang Qiheng is really despicable. He actually ran away secretly and wanted to make us cannon fodder." Some people were indignant and even cursed the dead Fang Qiheng.

"That's right, that's right." Others echoed, as if this could alleviate their inner anxiety.

"Actually, we can now escape together separately. No matter how powerful Fang Jun is, he is only one person. As long as we escape separately, he will not be able to kill us all." Another cultivator made a new suggestion.

"Then you run away first, and I will run away immediately!" The monks immediately responded to this suggestion.

"This is not good. If we want to escape, we should escape at the same time. Otherwise, the one who escapes first will be in the greatest danger." The monk who made the new suggestion said again.

"How about this, I'll give the orders. I'll count to three, and then we'll all act together." A monk suggested.

"No, how can we trouble you with such a troublesome matter? I'll do it." Another monk spoke.

The result is naturally fruitless.

Because the person who obviously gives orders has the advantage, whether he escapes or not, he has the advantage.

Human hearts are unpredictable, it’s a prisoner’s dilemma, no one trusts anyone else, and no one wants to sacrifice for others.

Therefore, no one escaped.

Although they secretly had various dissatisfactions with Fang Jun, they were more afraid of him.

What's more, they don't know how Fang Qiheng leaked his whereabouts, whether it was someone who informed on him or the result of divine deduction.

No matter which one it is, it makes them feel deeply powerless.

"Fang Jun... No, the patriarch's methods are indeed unfathomable..." An elder of the clan sighed softly, his eyes full of fear.

"From now on, you'd better obey the orders of the head of the family obediently." Another elder shook his head and smiled bitterly, without any hope in his heart.

After this incident, the Fang family became much more stable. Those who had been ready to make a move now restrained their thoughts and dared not make any more moves.

Fang Jun glanced at the Fang family cultivators who had rushed over to clean up the mess and said calmly, "Those with evil intentions will suffer the same fate as Fang Qiheng. I hope you will all take this as a warning."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"We will follow the orders of the head of the family!" Everyone responded in unison, with awe and obedience in their voices.

Fang Jun nodded, turned and left, leaving behind only a dead silent city gate and a cold corpse.

(End of this chapter)