Eastern: I love doing good things-Chapter 177 : Without pressure, where does the motivation come from?

Fang Yuan's indifferent gaze finally showed a hint of sarcasm. "Who knows?"

"However..." His tone became more casual.

"They probably didn't make it out alive."

His words struck Ruan Ling and her father with a heavy shock!

The young man before them had really done it?! He had killed everyone, including Lord Simon?!

It was too absurd...

Finally, Ruan Minghui reacted. He took a step forward, tightly protecting Ruan Ling behind him. "Sir, our country, Qu Yue, is willing to submit to Yan Country. Please spare us."

"Qu Yue will eventually become a vassal of Yan Country," Fang Yuan shook his head, as if stating a fact.

"And you, as remnants of the old era, have no place in the new world I am creating."

With one sentence, he sealed the fate of the Ruan family. Despair surged in both their hearts.

"However, from the look of you, it seems you're about to become a master?" Fang Yuan shifted the subject. He could feel that Ruan Minghui's aura was close to that of a master—just a step away from breaking through.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be possible. Becoming a master required seclusion and refinement of the Dao body, a lengthy process, yet Ruan Minghui's aura was showing signs of completing it...

It seemed Ruan Minghui, like him, was an anomaly in cultivation. This was actually good news.

"Can you break through on the battlefield? I can give you some time to become a master and face me in a fair fight," Fang Yuan continued. "This is my extra grace for you."

The breakthrough made by Yeliena between life and death had caught Fang Yuan's admiration, but it was a pity that she only broke through in swordsmanship, not her realm. He hoped Ruan Minghui could surprise him with something different.

Ruan Minghui lowered his eyes and shook his head. "I don't think I can..."

"Don't be so self-deprecating..." Fang Yuan laughed. "Let me give you some motivation."

With that, he suddenly disappeared from his spot.

Ruan Minghui's heart raced, and it wasn't until he heard his daughter's scream from behind him that he turned around in alarm. He saw Fang Yuan already standing behind him, and his beloved daughter, Ruan Ling, was being choked by Fang Yuan!

"Ruan Ling!"

Ruan Minghui shouted and was about to act, but Fang Yuan kicked him, sending him flying!

Boom!

The walls of the Zhenfu Department were shattered by the impact. The huge noise caused the soldiers of the Zhenfu Department, including Qi Yuan, to rush in from all directions.

They were stunned by the scene before them. What was going on? Two important figures from abroad—one was kicked away, and the other was being choked by someone!

And the one responsible for it all was a young boy who looked like a child but had the strength of a master!

Moreover, this young boy was wearing the uniform of the Zhenfu Department soldiers!

"Bastard!"

Ruan Ling screamed. Although shocked, she didn't panic excessively. Instead, she opened her mouth and shot out a sword intent!

Fang Yuan didn't dodge or avoid it. He let the sword intent strike him, then snapped Ruan Ling's arm with a backhand.

Cold sweat trickled down Ruan Ling's forehead. Her mouth opened wider, but instead of screaming in pain, she shot out more things: flames, lasers, and frost.

Chaos—everything came out.

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However, to Fang Yuan, none of this mattered. Using the "Flying Through the Whirlpool Cloud" technique, all her attacks were shattered before they could even touch his body.

"Is your mouth a treasure chest?" Fang Yuan sneered, then with a flick of his left hand, Ruan Ling's small mouth was instantly twisted into a mangled mess of blood and flesh.

Ruan Ling's "mic" was forcibly closed. Her attacks stopped immediately. She could no longer even scream, only emitting agonizing sobs.

What Fang Yuan said was actually correct. Ruan Ling had activated her martial arts talent: [Hungry Divine Fetus].

Within her abdomen, there was a space that allowed her to devour magical treasures and gain their abilities. If she devoured a martial artist, she could convert their cultivation into her own!

Even if it was just a small portion, it was still quite exaggerated.

Because of this martial arts talent, Ruan Ling had the capital to fight opponents beyond her level. Despite her young age, her cultivation was deep and unfathomable, making her one of the leaders of her country!

Unfortunately, the Qu Yue country she belonged to was too weak. Its national power was inferior to countries like He Sang and Baiji. The treasures she could consume were incredibly limited.

So when she saw that Lord Simon possessed many magical treasures, she was filled with envy. This made her desire to join the Federation.

However, before her wish could come true, this demon appeared.

Seeing how easily the young man had subdued Ruan Ling, Qi Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He stepped forward first, bowed, and said, "Subordinate Qi Yuan pays respects to the master!"

Fang Yuan glanced at him, and Qi Yuan quickly lowered his head even further. "Master, we've endured great humiliation here in Yunlangzhou, but now we've finally received support from the court!"

With Qi Yuan's action, the other soldiers all knelt, expressing their loyalty to the court.

Really good at seeing which way the wind blows...

Fang Yuan sneered but didn't respond. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the distance. From the rubble came a sound, and Ruan Minghui crawled out with his bent body.

Seeing the miserable state of his daughter, his face twisted with rage. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire. "Kid, why are you forcing me?!"

"Heh..."

Fang Yuan smiled and casually threw Ruan Ling like a sandbag to the ground, then stepped on Ruan Minghui's head, pressing it into the dirt, leaving only a section of his white neck exposed.

"Unless you push yourself, you'll never know how capable you are. I'm helping you," he said lightly. "I guess you're full of motivation now, right?"

Ruan Minghui's previously bent spine began to straighten inch by inch. His throat didn't produce a sob, but a low animalistic growl: "You're right. Since you want to meet the Plague God, I'll grant your wish!"

Although he didn't understand why the other wanted him to become stronger, he had no choice but to comply. Even if it meant burning his life away.

He was going to forcefully summon the Plague God and break through to become a master!