Immortal of the Nine Realms-Chapter 1004: Are You For Real?

Zhao Mingxuan and Nangong Yuancheng looked at Fang Chen and Empress Ci in disbelief, unable to comprehend why a Loose Immortal would protect this swordsman.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhao Mingxuan asked, his gaze intense.

With a forced smile, Nangong Yuancheng said, "It seems there has been some misunderstanding among us. Perhaps we should sit down and talk. Having a Loose Immortal protect you suggests you're not just a mere sword cultivator. Which family do you come from? We all come from nobility. There's no need for us to kill each other. It's like how we let Long Ruo go just now."

Fang Chen returned a smile and replied, "I am afraid there won't be a chance for us to sit down and talk nicely anymore. You two might as well be on your way."

Chilled to the core, the two were about to move when Empress Ci's sleeves grabbed them.

Seeing this, the sword cultivators brought by Zhao Mingxuan turned and fled without a word.

Empress Ci laughed like tinkling bells. "Leaving so soon? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? Let me send you on your way."

The fleeing sword cultivators looked up to find the sky unexpectedly covered by a brilliant red bridal veil. Before they could react, they were swallowed by the red hue.

An Immortal King, along with more than three hundred sword cultivators, had been killed in less than ten breaths of time.

The only survivor was Sun Gu. When he saw Zhao Mingxuan and Nangong Yuancheng turn into mush, he froze in place.

Fang Chen frowned. "Didn't I tell you to keep clapping? Like I said, if you stop, you die. Now I have to kill you."

"Wait!"

Startled, Sun Gu had just cried out when he was smashed into a mist of blood by the red sleeve.

Hundreds of bewildered souls stood in place, looking at each other.

After a moment, Zhao Mingxuan looked down at his ethereal hands, then at Nangong Yuancheng and Sun Gu, who were in similar states. He then glanced at the hundreds of nearby sword cultivators. His face gradually turned ashen.

Sun Gu looked bitterly at Fang Chen, then spoke to the others around him. "We're dead, nothing more than wandering spirits. Fortunately, one of the three great sects in Qiufeng, the Yin Holy Sect, excels in handling spirits. Our elders should find them to arrange our afterlife, and then we can tell them who killed us."

A trace of venom flashed in his eyes.

As a direct descendant of the Sun Family, he had a bright future and was assured of becoming a Loose Immortal. His family had even prepared the necessary Immortal Crystals for his eventual ascension.

Now that he had become a wandering soul, he only had the path of Ghost Gods to pursue, but he would need to start all over. This filled him with intense hatred for Fang Chen. He wanted nothing more than to tear him into pieces, chew his tendons, swallow his flesh, and grind his bones to dust!

"The Yin Holy Sect, one of the three great sects, excels in handling spirits...." Fang Chen looked at Sun Gu. "Is that so?"

Zhao Mingxuan had been about to speak when he heard Fang Chen talk, causing him to freeze. He blankly turned to look at Fang Chen.

Nangong Yuancheng looked at him, shocked. "He can see us?!"

Sun Gu's vengeful gaze turned to astonishment, and he instinctively stepped back.

"Am I that scary?" joked Fang Chen.

He removed his disguise and used water elemental energy to conjure a mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but smile.

He turned to Zhao Mingxuan and the others and remarked, "I think I look pretty good. What's with the look you're throwing me?"

"You! It was you all along!" Sun Gu exclaimed.

Zhao Mingxuan sharply turned to Sun Gu. "Who exactly is he?"

Sun Gu stared hard at Fang Chen. "Sun Yi fell at his hands. He came back and said that this man was protected by a Loose Immortal, but he described an old man, not her!"

That meant that... now did this sword cultivator have a Loose Immortal as his protector, but his identity was even more profound!

Zhao Mingxuan and Nangong Yuancheng couldn't believe it, even nobility like Sun Gu and Long Ruo wouldn't have a Loose Immortal as a protector.

A Loose Immortal, denoted by the word "Immortal," was beyond the Mortal Realm.

"Man of jade on the road, a gentleman without parallel!" Nangong Yuancheng suddenly declared loudly. "Your grace surpasses us all! I, Nangong Yuancheng, have offended you. Before, please forgive me!"

Zhao Mingxuan and Sun Gu looked at Nangong Yuancheng in surprise.

Since when did he start composing poetry?

Fang Chen nodded. "You're sensible. You won't suffer too much in the underworld."

Nangong Yuancheng immediately bowed. "Thank you, my lord!"

He then stepped aside, clearly distancing himself from Zhao Mingxuan and Sun Gu.

He resented them deeply. He had been more than happy with his life in Yunlu City before Zhao Mingxuan had to go and drag him into this plan of his just to vent his anger.

Now, neither Zhao Mingxuan had vented his anger, nor had he even kept his life! They had become nothing but wandering spirits. His, Nangong Yuancheng's, earthly riches and honor had turned to smoke.

With things having reached this point, he only hoped to lead a good death if he hadn't been able to lead a good life!

Fang Chen pointed at Sun Gu and suggested with a smile to Empress Ci. "Empress Ci, you always like to make a grand entrance when you travel. I think this lad looks quite interesting. How about he stays by your side to clap from now on?"

Empress Ci's eyes lit up. "Lord, that's an excellent idea!"

With a flick of her sleeve, Sun Gu was swept next to the big red bridal sedan.

"Clap," ordered Empress Ci calmly.

Sun Gu cursed under his breath, "A man can be killed, but not humiliated...."

Enraged as he was, he started clapping mechanically, like a Walking Corpse.

"This is a wedding procession, not a funeral." Empress Ci frowned slightly. "That expression of yours is very inauspicious. See how these people are smiling?"

Sun Gu was stunned. The rest of the procession were paper figures with stiff smiles and rouged cheeks. Was he supposed to smile like that?

With a heart full of curses, Sun Gu slowly forced a smile onto his face, which seemed to finally satisfy Empress Ci.

Seeing Nangong Yuancheng act as if he weren't related to them, Sun Gu found his temporary footing in merely suffering humiliation. Zhao Mingxuan's mood suddenly became uneasy, wondering how he would be dealt with.

"How old is your father this year?" Fang Chen asked with a smile.

"My father should be over 6,000 years old this year," Zhao Mingxuan answered.

"6,000 years... For a second rank Loose Immortal, his lifespan must be nearly up, right?" Fang Chen commented.

Zhao Mingxuan paused for a few moments before nodding. "An increase of 1,000 years every rank. My father's lifespan is indeed nearly exhausted, but if he can advance to the third rank, he could live another thousand years."

Fang Chen laughed. "Such a second rank Loose Immortal isn't much of a threat; I suppose it will take him a while to figure out where you've ended up."

Seeing Fang Chen's disdain for his father, Zhao Mingxuan was furious but dared not express it.

Empress Ci suddenly looked toward Yunlu City. "My lord, a Loose Immortal is hurrying this way from the city. It might be his father."

Zhao Mingxuan's spirit lifted.

Second-rank Loose Immortals were rare in Qiufeng. Although his father's lifespan was nearly spent, he was still one of the top masters here. As long as his father arrived in time, this sword cultivator wouldn't be able to leave unscathed!

With the thought in mind, Zhao Mingxuan's lips curled into a subtle, cold smile.

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