Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 569: Let’s Sit Down and Talk

The complexion of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect's cultivators changed slightly.

What is this old ghost scheming again?

"You might as well speak," said Pei Qingfeng.

Daoist Five Ghosts pointed at Fang Chen. "Let this young friend visit our sect, and we will not trouble you today."

The crowd's thoughts sank as their eyes showed a touch of anger. There's a traitor in the Grand Thousand Dao Sect!

Pei Qingfeng shook his head. "Impossible."

"Why not? Just because he's the direct disciple of Ancestor Hong Qing? Heh, it's precisely because of this that our sect values him so much. In fact, that's why we even dropped by for a visit." Daoist Five Ghosts chuckled lightly. "If you don't hand him over, I will kill all the disciples of your sect and personally take him back. It’s just a little more effort."

Fang Chen smiled lightly. "What do you want me for?"

The young Daoist sneered, his eyes staring at Fang Chen chillingly. "Master is allowing you to not embarrass yourself by asking you to come back with us. Why ask so much? If you want them to live, you might as well obediently come with us."

Daoist Five Ghosts smiled faintly. "Ancestor Hong Qing has been missing for many years. Now, a direct disciple of his returns all of a sudden? Don't you feel that there is something weird about this, Daoist Pei? I’m afraid it’s not worth it to let the Grand Thousand Dao Sect suffer such a disaster for his sake, right?"

Pei Qingfeng fell silent. After a while, he said, "Do you think the Grand Thousand Dao Sect would do something to harm itself? Moreover, he is my Martial Uncle."

"In that case..." Daoist Five Ghosts smiled, his voice soft, "let's fight."

In an instant, hundreds of Profound Ghost Dao Sect cultivators burst out with a terrifying aura of spiritual energy.

On the Grand Thousand Dao Sect’s side, they didn't show weakness either, with hundreds of Daoists' auras soaring madly, preparing for the imminent battle.

Fang Chen sighed lightly. "Everyone, fighting and killing won't solve the problem. Let's sit down and talk it out."

Elder Xu and others looked strange. This Martial Uncle was really young and green. What was there to talk about now?

"Talk? Talk about what?" Daoist Five Ghosts smiled lightly.

Fang Chen looked at Pei Qingfeng. "Nephew Pei, if the Profound Ghost Dao Sect merges into our Grand Thousand Dao Sect, how should we deal with their disciples? Should we kill them all, or persuade them to repent?"

"They should all be killed. Their methods are completely different from ours. We can't coexist," said Pei Qingfeng, his expression odd.

Daoist Five Ghosts burst into laughter, and the Profound Ghost Dao Sect cultivators around him joined in on the laughter too.

Suddenly, a black and a white figure appeared next to the Daoist Five Ghosts, tilting their heads to look at him. Their faces were bright and charming.

The cultivators of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect were astonished.

Pei Qingfeng was shocked. "This is...."

Only the cultivators of the Profound Ghost Dao Sect had not noticed yet. It wasn't until Daoist Five Ghosts felt the eerie wind on both sides that he looked up, bringing an abrupt halt to his laughter.

Gradually, the other Profound Ghost Dao Sect cultivators also noticed this, and their laughter slowly ceased.

Fang Chen smiled. "Daoist Five Ghosts, you have paper figures, and so do I. Let's sit down and have a good talk, shall we?"

A strange look appeared on the faces of the cultivators of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect. "Is that Senior Uncle?"

Daoist Five Ghosts suddenly chuckled, completely unconcerned about the existence of the black and white paper figures, as he looked at Fang Chen. "Trying to scare me with the Spiritual Attachment Technique?"

"I have practiced this technique for over two hundred years. What about you?"

Fang Chen pondered for a moment before replying, "Less than a year."

Daoist Five Ghosts shook his head with a smile before uttering, "Retrieve them."

This command was directed at the group of paper figures. The figures cried as they moved, rushing towards the black and white paper figures. The black and white figures showed a hint of a smile, then suddenly disappeared like lightning, reappearing next to Daoist Five Ghosts within a breath's time. They stared blankly at him, their heads tilted.

Meanwhile, scattered on the ground nearby were fragments of some paper figures. No one could quite make out what had happened.

"Pfft..."

A trace of blood leaked from the corner of Daoist Five Ghosts mouth. Despite his two hundred years of cultivation, his paper figures had been instantly destroyed! It had to be said that each of those paper figures possessed strength almost at the peak of Foundation Building Realm.

A hint of bewilderment flickered in his eyes, soon replaced by shock. He stiffened slightly as he finally grasped the immense power of the two paper figures. It was far beyond what he had imagined.

"Now, shall we sit down and have a talk?" Fang Chen asked calmly.

"What qualifications do you have..." The young Daoist disciple started to speak, but his words abruptly halted as he looked down, only to find a hole in his chest, with his heart nowhere to be found.

He murmured weakly, "My heart... where is it..."

He suddenly collapsed, his vital signs ceasing.

The disciples of Profound Ghost Dao Sect finally sensed that something was amiss. The young Daoist was, after all, a direct disciple of Daoist Five Ghosts. His cultivation was at the mid-stage of Foundation Building Realm.

A powerful figure like that was killed in an instant! Was it the doing of those two paper figures?

They all looked towards the black and white paper figures, their gloating, arrogant expressions replaced by shock, suspicion, and dread.

Elder Xu and the others exchanged looks, shocked and relieved at the same time.

"The methods of Junior Martial Uncle..."

They never imagined that this Junior Martial Uncle would possess such strength. His paper figures surpassed Daoist Five Ghosts's paper figures by leaps and bounds! Now that Junior Martial Uncle had broken Daoist Five Ghosts technique, it was evident Daoist Five Ghosts had been injured. The tide had been turned!

Daoist Five Ghosts dared not act rashly, staring fixedly at Fang Chen, his tone now serious without the earlier hint of disdain. "Who exactly are you?"

Fang Chen grinned. "Shall we sit down and talk now?"

"Grand Elder, don't give him another chance to ambush us. Please use all your power!"

Suddenly, several other Foundation Building Realm disciples of the Profound Ghost Dao Sect shouted, leading their disciples to charge toward Fang Chen and the others.

The black and white paper figures, seeing that, darted among the group like lightning. Each time they appeared, they took away a few hearts.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Profound Ghost Dao Sect cultivators fell dead on the spot. And a pile of bright-red, warm hearts laid before Daoist Five Ghosts.

The surrounding crowd of commoners were dumbstruck. It was the first time they had witnessed such a terrifying scene.

Hundreds of immortal cultivators were simultaneously killed by having their hearts taken out!?

With their suppression gone, disciples from the outer sect of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect stood up one after another. They looked at the black and white paper figures with uncertainty, then turned their attention toward Fang Chen.

They had been here for many years, but they had never heard of such ruthless methods from an Ancestor of the inner sanctum....

Unbeknownst to them, even the cultivators of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect now had a hint of fear in their eyes.

Elder Xu and the others initially thought Fang Chen was merely a Foundation Building Realm cultivator, but now... they were uncertain.

Can a Foundation Building Realm cultivator possess such methods!? Could a foundational Building Realm cultivator effortlessly annihilate the people brought by a middle stage Golden Core Realm cultivator!?

He had even done all that using only two paper figures.

Their Junior Martial Uncle was stable like a mountain.

"I repeat, shall we sit down and talk now?" said Fang Chen, his smile widening.

Daoist Five Ghosts's face stiffened. Even though he knew he had encountered a tough opponent today, he didn't want to lose face and intended to tough it out.

After a moment's thought, he spoke in a low voice, "What is there to talk about between us, unless..."

Splurt!

The white paper figure reached out and pulled out Daoist Five Ghosts's heart while the black paper figure seized his Golden Core and crushed it to pieces.

Daoist Five Ghosts's eyes gradually lost their luster as he stared blankly at Fang Chen. "I haven't finished... speaking..."

Fang Chen shook his head. "You were too slow to my liking. Don't bother."

The black paper figure plunged its hand into Daoist Five Ghosts's head with a splurt sound, crushing his brain.

Daoist Five Ghosts's eyes immediately turned dull and lifeless.

Thus, all the attackers from the Profound Ghost Dao Sect were wiped out, without a single survivor.