Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 121 The Weakness of the Useless One Ends (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Fang Shu leaped forward and with a single sword stroke, gouged out the head of the imposing white dog.

This scene shocked everyone watching from all sides, and their hearts trembled.

They held their breath and looked away, glancing at the scene out of the corner of their eyes, as if afraid that Fang Shu would target them again.

It should be noted that two people have already been defeated by that white dog today.

One of them managed to escape, while the other was crushed to death by the white dog, who relied on its formidable strength, as if it were wearing heavy armor and was unafraid of counterattacks. The dog even hammered its head into its chest, and the other died like a turtle hiding its head.

Such a powerful examinee was actually killed in a single exchange by the swordsman.

"This kid is a friend, not a foe!" This thought appeared in the minds of several observers almost simultaneously.

Fang Shu stood there, looking at the towering figure in front of him. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were momentarily lost in thought.

The fact that he killed Ling Baiquan with a single sword strike was beyond his expectations.

Fang Shu murmured to himself, "It really has a weakness."

It turns out that when Xiao Lili came to the Dugu Pavilion to ask for revenge for her and her father, the woman had already introduced the situation of the white dog.

Aside from being ruthless, the most remarkable thing about this White Dog is his "Copper Membrane Iron Skin Body Protection Seal Technique".

This technique resembles magic, where the practitioner uses their own skin as a magical artifact to refine it. From head to toe, from top to bottom, the skin becomes incredibly tough. Once activated, it's as if mercury constantly surrounds the entire body, and with each breath, a powerful energy accompanies it, making the body as strong as an ox or elephant.

Ordinary spells, when cast on this fellow, either vanish like mud into the sea, or fail to break through his defenses or even strike him.

When fighting this kind of person, you should not engage in a protracted battle, but rather fight quickly. If you miss several attacks, you should flee immediately, and be wary of being grabbed by the opponent.

Furthermore, the "Copper Membrane Iron Skin Body Protection Seal Technique" originally had no weaknesses, but Xiao Lili recounted that her father, Xiao Hu, had said he would fight to the death, leaving a fatal wound on the head and neck of the white dog, which would take several days to heal.

Just now, Fang Shu remembered this matter, and he also had the Dragon-Seeking Gold-Touching Beetle with him, which could check the flow of Qi and blood.

He vaguely noticed that the white dog's neck was weak and its vital energy was barely perceptible, so he immediately chose to take a risk, jumped over, and struck that spot.

As it turned out, this was indeed the weak point of the spell, and he struck it with his tongue, successfully breaking the spell of the white dog.

Then, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, he deftly severed the man's head along his muscles and bones, and with a quick twist, broke free from the man's clutches and counterattack, allowing the man to hold his fine head in his arms.

At the scene, Fang Shu stood upright in front of the white dog.

He looked at the iron tower's body, which was gushing blood and slowly kneeling down, and his eyes were filled with emotion.

Although today's match was unlucky for the opponent, who had exploited the enemy's weakness, a defeat is a defeat.

This is a life-or-death struggle, not child's play in the arena.

No matter how resolute you are, how favored by heaven, or how fiercely passionate you are, the loser has no chance to start over; death is death.

After much deliberation, Fang Shu, besides feeling sentimental, also felt a surge of pride.

Even now, these once arrogant young masters of the martial arts school, who looked down on him, are now defeated by his sword and die.

Next, he took the tongue sword, quickly took the precious blood that could be taken from the white dog, as well as a few obvious valuables, and then hurried towards the location of the immortal sect's envoy.

Today is the assessment day, so submitting the report as quickly as possible is the most important thing.

As for the skeleton of the white dog, it was neither convenient nor worthwhile to examine it closely.

rustle.

Just as Fang Shu killed Ling Baiquan with a single sword strike and quickly left, right behind him, a figure crouched low in the ravine, walking along the same route from the mine.

Qin Min's bones were shattered. Even with the life-saving talisman, it could only help her escape and stimulate her blood and qi, but it could not repair her injuries.

Now she's like a mouse, hiding in the gutter, afraid of being cornered by others.

Even so, every time she walked a certain distance, she would vomit a mouthful of blood, and the blood contained fragments of internal organs, which chilled her to the bone.

"No, I can't die here. I still have my sister... I have spiritual roots. Even if I fail this time, I will definitely be able to go up the mountain for the autumn examination." She still held onto a last glimmer of hope.

The woman moved haltingly, crawling closer and closer to the envoy of the Immortal Sect. Only by crawling near the envoy would she have a glimmer of hope.

Roar! Pfft!

Suddenly, she heard a roar from ahead, and a figure was blocking her way. She was so frightened that her face turned even paler, and she realized that there was no way forward.

But then, another "whoosh" sound rang out, and a familiar figure leaped onto the other party as if snatching chestnuts from the fire, ending the iron tower figure with a single sword strike.

Qin Min stared in disbelief at the scene before her.

She recognized the figure and the way he wielded the sword. She even knew who the iron tower figure was—a top disciple of the Burning Tail Pavilion, who was sure to join the Immortal Sect this time!

"This...how is this possible..." In an instant, Qin Min's feelings were incredibly complicated. She tried to make a sound to attract Fang Shu's attention, but after quickly tidying up, Fang Shu picked up the burlap sack and left without even glancing at her in the ditch.

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The next few hundred steps.

Apart from the rats moving behind him, no one dared to block Fang Shu's path, and he easily walked within a hundred paces of the two immortal sect envoys.

A boundary line was drawn within a hundred paces, and no one dared to fight inside it.

When Fang Shu arrived, several figures were already standing in the circle. Some of them had more Undying Bones than he did, and their Yin energy was also much stronger.

Some people didn't have many Unmelted Bones in their hands, and their faces showed visible fear and confusion as they kept glancing at the Unmelted Bones in the hands of others.

Some were covered in blood, their faces as white as paper, looking severely injured, sitting on the ground panting, with no bone-melting artifacts in their hands.

Fang Shu remained calm and focused his attention on the person with the most unmelted bones in the arena.

Squeak!

The squeaking of mice could be heard coming from within the other person's black robe, as if they were conversing.

The man noticed Fang Shu's gaze. His face was hidden in a black robe and cloak. He glanced back at him and then nodded in response.

Fang Shu was slightly taken aback, but nodded in response, and then found a place to rest on the spot.

The man in the robe who was squeaking like a rat was wearing a robe with the mark of the Black Tiger Hall, which reminded him of a guy called "Rat Master" that he had heard from two Black Tiger Hall disciples.

Next, those who joined the circle mostly waited patiently.

Only two minor incidents occurred during that time.

One group of candidates, who had a small number of Undying Bones, shamelessly struck up a conversation with two envoys from the Immortal Sect, hoping to store their Undying Bones within the circle and then go out to look for more.

The response was a slap from the Immortal Sect envoy, which sent the Undying Bone flying.

Undying bones were scattered inside and outside the circle, immediately causing the examinees to hurriedly pick them up. Some examinees who also had a small number of undying bones even took the opportunity to secretly pick up some.

The second incident involved another person, barely alive, crawling back from the mine. Their pitiful state surpassed that of all the other wounded present.

Fang Shu looked up and his eyelids twitched slightly.

He had already recognized the newcomer; the creature that wriggled like an insect was none other than Qin Min.

The woman didn't die, but it was practically the same as being dead.

Some of the other examinees around Qin Min seemed to recognize her, and they cast various glances at her, some gloating, some mocking, some pitying, and some filled with doubt.

Fang Shu glanced at it and then withdrew his attention. He chose to continue sitting cross-legged to recuperate and restore his strength, not wasting a single moment.

Although the third trial has ended, who knows if the envoy from the Immortal Sect might have other ideas and cause trouble again? Therefore, he must seize the time and try his best to recover.

Although he ignored Qin Min, Fang Shu did not shoo her away when she wriggled and crawled to his side.

Upon closer inspection, Qin Min's injuries became even more apparent.

The woman's bones below the chest and abdomen were twisted, and she appeared to be numb. Her condition was much more severe than Xiao Lili's before, and she was clearly only holding on by willpower.

Qin Min lay prone to the side, her head bowed. Taking advantage of Fang Shu's remaining power, she struggled to bite open the various medicine bottles in her arms, and took the medicine while lying on the ground, vomiting repeatedly as she ate.

After barely managing to stay alive, she struggled to turn over, staring blankly at the sky, tears streaming down her face.

The night was dark.

Figures kept rushing in from outside the circle, and all sorts of eyes were cast at her, all filled with pity and ridicule.

Two of them had rather sinister gazes, but because of something they were wary of, they didn't dare to sneak up and harm them.

The people in the examination hall were a diverse bunch.

Fang Shu sat cross-legged, his breathing long and deep, his body like a bronze bell. Even the moonlight fell from the sky, landing on him and creating a few wisps of white light that helped him recover through breathing exercises.

at last.

As darkness fell, the mine fell into a deathly silence, chilled to the bone, with no more shouts of battle escaping.

At this moment, the voice of an envoy from the Immortal Sect sounded belatedly:
"The imperial examinations for today are now concluded."

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