Chapter Forty-Six: This Body is Like a Sheath
ant weight within the Xi family. As long as he wasn't foolish, he wouldn't agree to the Xi family seizing Chongxuan Family's mineral veins.Before more compelling evidence emerges, the issues concernin..."Ah! Ugh!"
Fang He'ling let out a meaningless, dry howl. He didn't know what he was roaring about. There was just an emotion that needed to be released, urging him to roar it out.
Like a trapped beast, like an injured dog.
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He was the injured dog trapped in a cage, but he also had to go mad, to howl, to fight.
His greatest strength was suppressed within him, and the art of the broken sword came to a standstill at the skin.
But the cold light between them was already in his hand.
He jumped high.
He also has a dagger, and fists, and teeth...
He doesn't have nothing.
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A hurting heart aches even more.
The bloodshot eyes grew even more bloodshot.
"Ouch!"
He shrieked in a near-maniacal frenzy, but not a single syllable came out.
This world is blood red.
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And he himself, like a bone, was pale.
I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you!
His rage and hatred burned so frequently, at such a high frequency.
However, a hand reached out and hovered before his brow, stopping him.
Like an eagle swooping down on a chick.
He even saw the process.
Then that person so calmly raised their right hand, and then held it up, directly facing him. That palm, as if by chance, hung suspended above his eyebrows.
But Fang Huiling found at this time that she could no longer move.
That hand hovering above his brow, as if it had taken control of his body, also froze his destiny.
He, as a whole person, was frozen in mid-air in a plunging posture.
Like a kite caught on a string.
And that person, raising his eyes, looked at him.
These are a pair of gentle and serene, yet distant and mysterious eyes.
Fang He Ling inexplicably felt like she had been seen through, down to her very soul.
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But he distinctly remembered that Zhang Linchuan's eyes weren't like this.
When Zhang Linchuan donned the white bone mask, his eyes held a hint of arrogance and detachment, perfectly embodying the image of a talented Daoist disciple from one of the Three Great Clans. After putting on the white bone mask, there was only coldness.
He believed the latter to be the true Zhang Linchuan.
It’s not ruthlessness, but utter lack of emotion.
> Besides what one desires, nothing else should cause concern.
Then again, what caused this situation
Fang He Ling was thinking hard, amidst endless pain, silently operating his divine powers.
Your heart, it seems to be increasing my pain.
The man who had effortlessly subdued him with a single gesture remained fixed on him, his voice laced with a sigh: "But there's simply no room for further increase."
Fang He Ling's heart was shaken!
It's not just that his covert actions were detected.
The true difficulty lies in one's own vigorous activation of the hatred divine power, not even a ripple could be stirred!
Moreover...
What does it mean "there is no room left for pain in my heart"
"You, who personally killed your entire family, could you possibly feel pain too" Fang He Ling stared fiercely at the other person, hissing the question.
If he could, he would hate to bite through this person's throat and drink all of their blood!
To his surprise—
The person before me, with their gentle and tranquil yet distant and mysterious gaze, suddenly flickered for a moment.
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He actually saw a fleeting sadness in this person's eyes!
Zhang Linchuan... Zhang Linchuan could even be sorrowful
"I remember..."
In astonishment, Fang Hualing heard the person in front of her say, "You are from the Fang family."
Fang He Ling was stunned.
Could Zhang Linchuan be so unfamiliar with himself
It's okay.
Before Zhang Linchuan put on the white bone mask, the two had already met many times. He had made countless one-sided advances, and at that time, Zhang Linchuan always kept a certain distance.
Even if you despise yourself, you wouldn't forget who you are.
So, would Zhang Linchuan deliberately pretend to be unfamiliar to humiliate himself
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It is absolutely certain that it will not happen.
Because... I don't have the qualifications to be humiliated by him.
“You are not Zhang Linchuan!” Fang He’ling’s bloodshot eyes regained a glimmer of clarity: “Who are you”
Then he heard the man standing before him, who looked exactly like Zhang Linchuan, speak in a low voice: "You can call me Wang Nianxiang."
The other party said Fang's family.
Besides the people from Fenglin City, no one would care about some insignificant Fang family in Fenglin City. Even Fenglin City itself is nothing.
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Therefore, Fang He Ling was certain that the person opposite him should also be from Fenglin City.
But...
Wang Nianxiang
He only knew one Wang Changxiang, an outstanding disciple of the Fenglin City Daoist Academy, who later entered the County Daoist Academy.
He tried his best to curry favor with Zhang Linchuan, but he wasn't familiar with Wang Changxiang because Wang Changxiang was always busy cultivating and completing missions. There weren't many opportunities to get to know him.
He only knew roughly that Wang Changxiang had a brother, a useless person who couldn't cultivate. He lived in seclusion deep within the Wang clan's territory and rarely showed his face. Besides that, he didn't know much else.
That person, if memory serves, was named Wang Changji...
Who is Wang Nianxiang
As if seeing through his confusion, the man in front of him continued, "I am Wang Changxiang's brother."
Wang Changxiang's older brother...
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After that, Fang Hualing never went to Zhuang Guo or looked for her old friends in Fenglin City, so she didn't know what happened to Wang Changxiang in the end.
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Before today, he had always believed that Wang Changxiang should still be at the Qinghe County Academy, living the life he once yearned for. Climbing step by step, becoming a respected strongman, achieving greatness… Of course, looking back now, it was all just working for that bastard Zhuang Ting.
But no matter what happened to Wang Changxiang, how could that useless nobody Wang Changji, who couldn't cultivate back then, become so powerful How did he transform into this form
"What is your relationship with Zhang Linchuan" Fang He Ling asked.
“He took my flesh, and then I took his.” The man now known as Wang Nianxiang stated calmly.
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But this simple sentence concealed how much undercurrent was hidden within it.
An incompetent waste, how could his mortal body be targeted by Zhang Linchuan for forceful possession, and how could he possibly turn the tables and seize Zhang Linchuan's body!
Fang He Ling could fully imagine the scene where this person and Zhang Lin Chuan were fighting for each other's body, it must have been incredibly thrilling!
But what was more frightening to him was that, in the struggle between Zhang Linchuan and Wang Changji, it seemed that Zhang Linchuan was the one who held the initiative.
Already so powerful, terrifying to the point of despair, even Wang Changji was stripped of his physical body by Zhang Linchuan... How strong will Zhang Linchuan be then
He remembered the White Bone Messenger Zhang Linchuan who rampaged in the Fenglin City disaster. He was a cold man from the Inner Palace realm whose cultivation specialized in thunder magic.
He knew that with Zhang Linchuan's talent, he would definitely make great strides after that meticulously planned conspiracy.
But he thought that by working so hard, he could close the distance!
Fang Huiling's body was still suspended in mid-air, but he had almost ignored it. He just asked eagerly with some unspeakable emotions: "Do you know what Zhang Linchuan's current strength is"
He heard his own voice, very hoarse.
Because he had already seen the answer.
I also felt it.
Regarding his hardships and bitterness, Wang Changji only said softly: “I see that you are also pursuing the teachings of Wu Sheng...Wu Sheng was founded by him. What do you say is his current strength”
Now Fang He Ling understands what kind of power a cult like the Wusheng Jiao can amass, and what kind of power is needed to sustain it.
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He always thought that the Wu Sheng Jiao was just a rebranding of the Bai Gu Dao.
Zhang Linchuan had climbed to a higher position in the Wu Sheng Jiao than before...
But unexpectedly, Zhang Lichen turned out to be the Pope of Wu Sheng Jiao, holding the titles of God Master, Dao Master, and Sect Leader all in one.
The worst possible outcome, became reality!
Since the Wusheng Jiao was founded by Zhang Linchuan himself, his strength is already immeasurable.
Especially the "also" that Wang Changji said in his words.
Even Wang Changji, a powerful figure, sought out the Wusheng Jiao. They had once fought for each other's bodies and the destruction of the Fenglin City domain, indicating a deep blood feud existed between them. However, Wang Changji did not directly confront Zhang Linchuan.
What does this mean
Wang Changji's implication was clear——
The gap between you and the real Zhang Linchuan is even bigger than the gap between you and me.
This answer is completely uncensored and utterly frank.
But it's a bit too cruel.
"I understand." Fang He Ling said.
For the first time, surprise flickered in Wang Nianxiang's eyes.
It seems he was surprised that Fang He Ling, who seemed so fragile in his eyes, could be so calm at this moment.
As an ordinary person, living day after day with a group of monsters, especially as he himself gradually becomes a monster. Fang He Ling's will has always been on the brink of collapse. Constant madness, constant tearing, constant self-hypnosis.
Such a Fang Huiling, even if he becomes powerful, is nothing more than a paper tiger. Let alone the fact that he's far from truly strong.
Wang Changji saw through his fragile nature at once.
And so he was somewhat surprised by his composure at this moment.
But it ended at surprise.
He said nothing, only slowly retracted his hand that had been hovering above Fang He Ling's brow.
While Fang He Ling's perception...
Everything is going backward.
His body leaped backward.
His spirit was still boiling, back to the state before it boiled.
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His eyes were bloodshot, the dagger poised between his fingers.
He had thought that the parts of his soul, bone, flesh, and blood that he believed had already separated were actually still in a state between being together and apart, never having truly reached separation.
Everything seems like a dream, as if nothing has happened.
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He had just turned around and saw Wang Changji, who had taken over Zhang Linchuan's body, right before him!
Completely awestruck, speechless!
That pair of serene yet profound eyes looked over: "The power you can expend is not much, are you sure you want to waste it this way"
Had I already been restrained before I initiated the 殘劍術
Fang Hulei fell into a state of self-doubt and confusion, but he subconsciously followed the advice and abandoned his residual swordsmanship.
"Just now..."
He wanted to ask what had just happened, but before he could get the words out, someone cut him off.
“Now is not the time to speak.” Wang Changji said so.
Right now.
Behind Fang He Ling stood a sheer cliff with a towering pine. Hanging from the pine was a lifeless disciple of the Wusheng Sect, his death a gruesome sight.
Wang Changji, dressed plainly but with an unremarkable appearance, possessed a unique air of charisma. He stood opposite her, maintaining a comfortably spacious distance.
And then the person took a step.
Just one step forward, and he was already beside Fang Huelin.
I grabbed his arm.
Taking one more step, she had already dragged him over the cliff edge.
Fang He Ling wasn't without the thought of dodging, but there was simply no room to dodge.
...he racked his brain and exerted every ounce of effort, but he was at a loss as to how to avoid it.
The hand that grabbed his arm was like a root growing into him, its tendrils burrowing deep into his flesh, making it impossible for him to break free.
Thus, in a backward posture, they fell from the precipice.
Wind howled in his ears. From this angle, he could still see the lifeless body of a disciple of the Unborn sect, hanging from a tree, his heart crushed.
For a moment, he almost thought the other person was going to just fall and die.
But the falling stopped.
Wang Changji pulled him, and they crashed directly into the cliff wall.
As expected, the scene of him being crushed by stones didn't happen. The cliff naturally split open a hole just big enough to conceal two people.
Wang Changji let go of his hand.
That feeling of being tightly constricted, is gone.
With a weight lifted from his shoulders, Fang Hulei was just about to speak when Wang Nianxiang glanced at him.
He somehow understood the meaning in that look.
Don't speak.
So he closed his mouth tightly.
Almost in the next instant, he heard a booming roar that shattered the sky!
A terrifying aura erupted, an unknown powerful being descended from the precipice!
Fang He'ling's heart suddenly jumped into her throat.
Because the arrival of that mighty one was clearly near that sturdy pine on the cliff face.
That is to say, the visitor is very likely a strong fighter from the Wusheng Sect.
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If Wang Changji hadn't suddenly appeared today, he would have fallen into the hands of his enemies!
And now...
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Can they simply jump off a cliff and create a hole in the cliff face to escape someone with such terrifying speed
Even the entrance isn't sealed
Fang Hueling almost wanted to unleash his earth magic himself, creating a wall of soil to make their hiding place seem more convincing. But he dared not cause any commotion.
They just stood there so simply, not seeing Wang Changji cast any secret arts...really wouldn't they be discovered
What filled Fang He-ling with both relief and a sense of existential questioning was —
The answer to the problem appeared quickly.
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The booming voice of the powerful martial arts master from the School of Non-Existence rang out once more, only to fade away in an instant.
From beginning to end, that nameless powerhouse from the School of Non-existence didn't pay any attention to what was happening below the cliff.
Just this little distance, it actually managed to be concealed!
How is it done
Fang He Ling did not believe that the unknown powerful figure from the Wusheng Sect would be so negligent.
He looked at Wang Changji, his eyes conveying the message, "Can I speak now"
The man who wasted the Awakening Pill and had been considered trash in Maple Forest for a long time, his eyes were still calm.
He seemed unconcerned by everything and indifferent to anything.
Fang He Ling then said, "Who was that just now"
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"The former Bone Sect Second Elder, now the Protector Dharma King of the Wusheng Teachings. Lu Yan," Wang Changji casually replied, adding, "The more troublesome thing is that he has already achieved the Divine Manifestation Realm. A Divine Manifestation expert born with the Eye of Souls will be very difficult to deal with."
Although he said it was troublesome, Fang He-ling didn't see any troubled expression on his face.
"If he has already descended. Then…"
Fāng Hèlíng shouldn't have asked such a question.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the pressure emanating from a Spirit God realm cultivator. He had felt that kind of aura before. The way his body shimmered gold and jade during battle was also quite vivid... these were all things Wang Changji lacked.
Ke Wang Changji brought him a sense of oppression he had never felt from cultivators below the Divine Manifestation Realm. It far surpassed the terror of monstrous beings like Zheng Fei, Li Shou, and Yanzi!
“I have not descended as a god,” Wang Changji said softly. “However, Lu Yan relies too heavily on the Mystic Eye, which is precisely his impediment to true understanding.”
Before the arrival of the divine, they dare to hide under the noses of powerful divine beings, only carving a hole in the cliff face and standing there boldly
Even if Lü Yan flew down and scanned with his own eyes, he wouldn't possibly miss the two of them!
What kind of powerful being can calmly assess the innate mystical eye of a divine cultivator and wield it with such confidence
Is this calm-faced man before us really not a hidden master
Fang He Ling felt that her understanding of the world was being overturned.
He admitted he was a failure, but could the gap between people really be this big
“Although you said you haven't achieved the divine descent, I feel like you could kill him,” Fang He Ling said hesitantly.
Wang Changji shook his head. “The essence is uncrossable. Unless I can refine my spirit consciousness in advance... but that itself is already the step of a god's arrival.”
This statement denies the possibility of him exceeding his authority and killing Lu Yan.
But he stated it as a matter of fact, expressing his confidence in facing Lü Yan. As long as one polishes their spiritual awareness, one can achieve...
Lu Yan was not an ordinary Shenlin strongman, but a Shenlin born with the eyes of doom.
Such a person with innate supernatural abilities is often more powerful than fellow cultivators of the same realm.
Is Wang Changxiang's elder brother actually more talented than Wang Changxiang
No, compared to Wang Changji's performance today, how could Wang Changxiang of the past be worthy of the title "genius"
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Fang Hulei had to admit that among the people he knew, perhaps only Jiang Wang and Zhang Linchuan could faintly compare to this talent.
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Unfortunately, he didn't even qualify to participate in the comparison.
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He instinctively shifted his throat, his voice a little dry. "Why did you save me"
At this moment, he naturally understood that he might have stepped into the trap of the Wusheng Sect today. And Wang Changji's sudden appearance saved him under Lu Yan's watchful eyes.
But... why
What does Wang Changji want
After his father died, he could never believe that there was anyone in the world who would offer him unconditional kindness.
Everything has a price.
What price is Wang Changji willing to pay, and can he afford it
Fang He Ling silently pondered.
But Wang Changji had already turned to leave, stepping into the air as if it were solid ground.
He simply tossed the voice behind him, saying, "Just a favor."
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Looking at his unwavering back, Fang Hualing suddenly blurted out: "Help me!"
But that back did not linger, walking by itself down the cliff.
Fāng Hèlíng jumped off the cliff, closely followed by another person. He shouted from behind: “No, it’s not helping me. It’s giving me a chance to help you more!”
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"You came here to save me, hoping I could bring more trouble to the Wusheng Cult, right"
“I'm willing! As long as you can help me become stronger, I'm willing to pay any price. The Wusheng Sect is an organization that I must eradicate, and Zhang Linchuan is my sworn enemy!”
Wang Changji's figure stopped.
He turned back, his gaze warm yet distant, resting on Fang He Ling: "That bait was meant to catch me. So when I saved you, it was truly just a matter of convenience."
"Since I've already helped out, why not expect me to do even more"
Wang Changji's expression was always extremely calm, whether in the initial confrontation or when later dodging Lu Yan. This made him seem to be forever separated from this world by something unseen.
... including the way he looked at Fang Huliang right now, it was the same.
"With no expectation and no pity, I simply said, 'How do you think you can help me'"
"I'm a failure, I admit it," Fang Hueling said. "Compared to all of you geniuses, I'm completely worthless."
He stared fixedly at Wang Changji: "But my desire to kill Zhang Linchuan is stronger than yours."
Wang Changji's calmness, at this moment, seemed indifferent, even cruel. But he clearly didn't care about Fang He'ling's feelings. He simply stated in his usual tone: "A person like Zhang Linchuan is not someone you can kill just because you want to. Perhaps there are miracles in this world, but I have never seen one."
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"Even if I bite a piece of flesh off him Even if I scrape away a patch of skin Even if I just waste a breath of his time Even if I squander a glance from him"
Fang He Ling's eyes had lost their bloody redness, but there was still a nearly cruel ferocity in them: "I am willing to give everything I can, as long as I can play even a tiny part in killing him!"
Wang Changji did indeed feel his determination.
I looked at him seriously. “The person who taught you that swordsmanship must be very strong. Why don't you let him help you”
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He won't help me.
Fang He-ling shook his head bitterly: "Except for swallows, he doesn't care about anyone else's life or death."
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Everyone in the organization was like a toy to him, replaceable at any time.
What I want, I have to pay for it. But all I could give has already been given.
I can undertake any dangerous mission in exchange for his rewards. But he often suffers from amnesia and sometimes doesn't even know what to do, so there isn't always a mission.
My rate of improvement has slowed down. I can't afford to slow down any further...
Sometimes Fang Hèlíng didn't know if being taken back to Wuhuigǔ by swallows was a blessing or a greater misfortune.
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Of course, he gained abilities far greater than when he was in Maple Town.
But look at him - he's all dressed up.
The discarded and reshaped mediocre dao pulse, the forcibly transplanted vicious divine powers, the extremely cruel sword techniques that harm oneself again and others...
Even his body was repeatedly "adjusted" by Yan Chunhui as a price.
He is neither human nor ghost.
He had seen swallows cry in front of a mirror.
Although he couldn't cry, he could empathize with the feeling of disgust towards his own body.
Wang Changji turned and continued walking downward.
Fang He Ling still wanted to try and fight for it, but he really didn't know what else he could possibly fight for.
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He was somewhat lost, truly not knowing how to bridge the chasm.
It seems like no matter how I jump, I'm always stuck in the mud.
No matter how hard you struggle, it's pitch black.
“Just stay with me for a while,” Wang Changji’s voice came from ahead: “After I understand your current situation, I’ll see what I can do to help you… Are you free”
“Convenient! Convenient!” Fang Hueling hurried to follow.d go," he said, giving his storage chest a lingering look as if to say something more."Jiang Wang," Yu Beidou suddenly said.Jiang Wang looked up: "Hmm">Then he heard the next sentence —"Don't blame me...