Chapter 1234: Chapter 1234: Ballad of Five Lives, Five Worlds

On Stone Chamber Mountain, the sound of joy surged like a tide, and countless cultivators who already believed in True Lord Zhaojian fell to their knees, welcoming Ning Fan’s arrival with the most devout posture.

In the eyes of the world, Ning Fan is a model of the cultivation world, the measure of morality in the Northern Heaven, the final haven at the end of the immortal’s path, and an immortal of boundless merit who has lived from ancient times to today!

The slogan "Do a good deed every day, only Zhaojian" is not just empty talk but has truly been put into practice!

Have you not seen how many masters of the Northern Heaven have received help from Ning Fan, and regard him as a deity, honoring him as their belief!

Seeing the joy growing increasingly fervent, Ning Fan could no longer remember the anger from killing Chess Revered One, only feeling helplessness.

He was never a model of morality, nor an ancient great cultivator, yet the public opinion in Northern Heaven has essentially deified him; these people truly cannot distinguish between right and wrong.

Just as he felt helpless, a person suddenly descended, carrying the imposing aura of a First Order Quasi-Saint, the very person who previously spoke, asking Ning Fan to show mercy!

This was an elder even more corpulent than Chess Revered One, who tread through the starry sky, leaving footprints of Fuzhe light wherever he went.

The group of cultivators on Stone Chamber Mountain were originally cheering; upon seeing this person’s arrival, their voices were instantly suppressed and gradually became inaudible, evidently apprehensive of his arrival.

A knowledgeable cultivator instantly revealed this person’s identity; this person was none other than the master of Chess Revered One—True Lord Fuzhe!

True Lord Fuzhe stared directly at Ning Fan, eyes burning with boundless anger.

He had clearly spoken, asking Ning Fan to show mercy, to spare Chess Revered One, but Ning Fan treated his words as mere wind in his ears, stubbornly killing Chess Revered One!

Nominally, he took Chess Revered One as a disciple to nurture; in reality, he had much to plan for with this disciple, and seeing Chess Revered One dead, how could he not hate!

If Ning Fan were truly an ancient great cultivator, he might let it go as a silent loss.

But the problem is, is Ning Fan an ancient great cultivator? Ordinary people cannot see through Ning Fan’s depth, but someone like him, a Quasi-Saint, has already calculated everything! Upon hearing that the world had one more ancient great cultivator Zhaojian, True Lord Fuzhe even prayed to the heavens, using boundless Fuzhe to deduce, concluding that Ning Fan was not an ancient great cultivator, but a mere junior Immortal King.

The so-called ancient great cultivator Zhaojian was merely the world’s misunderstanding, attachment, and boast!

Killed by a mere junior Immortal King, does he need to tolerate!

"Huh? What is going on!"

True Lord Fuzhe’s spirit sense swept angrily towards Ning Fan, and this sweep caused him to release a gentle sigh.

He had long calculated Ning Fan’s cultivation; previously, Ning Fan should have undoubtedly been an Immortal King, but upon examining Ning Fan’s cultivation now, he couldn’t discern Ning Fan’s depth.

For some reason, at this moment, Ning Fan’s cultivation seemed as if two grand rounds interlaced over generations, bringing an unfathomable sense to True Lord Fuzhe.

Cannot see through!

He, a dignified Quasi-Saint, cannot see through the enemy’s cultivation!

By all rights, even when facing a true ancient great cultivator, such a situation should not occur. If similar situations do arise, there is only one explanation: the opponent has a special means to conceal cultivation!

"An insignificant trick! This child must have used some means, hence causing me not to see his depth; feigning mystery like this, doesn’t it all the more prove that this child dares not expose his true cultivation in front of outsiders? No doubt! He is not an ancient great cultivator; he is just a mere Immortal King!"

Thinking of this, True Lord Fuzhe no longer minded the oddity in Ning Fan’s cultivation, waving his horsetail whisk and addressing Ning Fan condescendingly.

"Brat, what courage! I, Fuzhe True Lord of Eternal Joy Mountain, the Chess Lou you killed was my disciple! You killed my disciple of Eternal Joy Mountain, you must give me an explanation! If you are sensible, obediently come back to Eternal Joy Mountain to receive punishment and surrender; if you dare refuse, do not blame me for erasing your Spirit with the flick of my fingers, dying before ten thousand immortals!"

While speaking, True Lord Fuzhe stood with hands behind his back, like a high-ranking senior, gazing down at Ning Fan like an ant.

His tone was wildly arrogant, as if he could annihilate Ning Fan countless times, with complete confidence!

As soon as this statement was released, Stone Chamber Mountain erupted into an uproar!

Currently, the entire Northern Heaven believed Ning Fan to be an ancient great cultivator. What about True Lord Fuzhe? He only seems to be a First Order Quasi-Saint, doesn’t he? With his First Order cultivation, True Lord Fuzhe dared speak disrespectfully to Ning Fan of great cultivation status; this scene seems all too presumptuous!

Could it be that True Lord Fuzhe has committed too many bad deeds, thus muddling his mind? Otherwise, why would he say such unwise words!

"Hehe, Daoist, you’ve got quite the attitude, but I wonder, do you have the ability to make me fall in an instant..."

Ning Fan slowly advanced, the vast quasi-Saint aura of True Lord Fuzhe posed no threat to him; on the contrary, his own aura was rising step by step, overwhelmingly suppressing True Lord Fuzhe, causing his face to slightly change!

This wasn’t Ning Fan’s first time facing a First Order Quasi-Saint.

He had killed a First Order Quasi-Saint before!

"This lad has such a strong presence!"

True Lord Fuzhe was slightly surprised, but that was all. Presence is ethereal and can be faked; there are many divine skills and secret techniques that can enhance it, and True Lord Fuzhe knew over a hundred of them.

Ning Fan’s presence couldn’t scare him!

No matter how many illusions this kid created, it couldn’t hide the fact that he was merely a junior Immortal King!

"Hmph! It seems you don’t plan on leaving with me. In that case, I will make you understand the terror of offending a quasi-Saint!"

True Lord Fuzhe suddenly shouted, shattering the pressure Ning Fan had over him.

Then, he pointed a finger to the sky, and amidst the heavens and earth of Stone Chamber Mountain, a daunting ancient innate mirror appeared, as towering as a half-mountain!

It was time for battle!

Stone Chamber Mountain was about to become the battlefield of a quasi-Saint battle, so how could the chess match continue? The chess players, as well as the spectators, hurriedly retreated toward the Endless Sea, trying to stay far away from Stone Chamber Mountain to avoid getting caught up.

"Lord Yuan Yao, Young Miss Xiaoman, and the other ladies, please evacuate with us!" It was Emperor Haisha, Taoli True Person, and a group of Zhao Jian’s disciples seeking to escort Bei Xiao Man and her mother out of Stone Chamber Mountain.

Yuan Yao had lived all her life and had never before been greeted with a fist salute and treated with respect by an Immortal Emperor; the shock within her heart was beyond words.

What shocked her even more was how those present addressed Ning Fan.

An ancient cultivator Zhao Jian...

She doubted whether Ning Fan had the strength of an Immortal King, and now someone was telling her that Ning Fan was an ancient cultivator...

"Seniors, you must be mistaken. Ning Fan’s time in cultivation is still short. When I first met him several hundred years ago, he was just a Nascent Soul and Spirit Severing cultivator, how could he be the ancient cultivator you speak of..." Yuan Yao still found it hard to believe!

The same disbelief was shared by Bei Xiao Man’s four sisters!

"It’s him! Isn’t he that lunatic from the Chu Family refugees, counting mushrooms, whose mind wasn’t clear? How could he be an ancient cultivator..." Bei Shi.

"Ancient cultivator? There must be some mistake here! I fought him before he ascended, and he was pitifully weak back then, how could he be an ancient cultivator!" Bei Qinghan.

"I dare not hide from the seniors, but I’m the one who hosted his Mortal Severance into Divinity Transformation. He, he couldn’t be an ancient cultivator..." Bei Li.

"I’ve watched him grow from the Vein Opening realm, how could he be an ancient cultivator, there must be some mistake, yes, it must be!" Bei Xiao Man.

Seeing the increasingly absurd claims from the Bei family mother and daughters, Emperor Haisha and Taoli True Person exchanged glances, both seeing helplessness in each other’s eyes.

It seems Senior Zhao Jian concealed it deeply from this mother and daughter. A dignified ancient cultivator, how could his cultivation be short, and how could he have been watched from the Vein Opening realm...

"I swear on my honor, Senior Zhao Jian is truly an ancient cultivator..." Emperor Haisha’s words had barely fallen when suddenly a thunderbolt struck him fiercely from the sky.

Although Emperor Haisha was an Immortal Emperor and wouldn’t be harmed by ordinary thunder, it was still a bit puzzling.

He was swearing on his honor, not lying, so why would heavenly thunder strike him? Damn it, what unjust Heavenly Dao randomly strikes people!

"I also swear on my honor, Senior Zhao Jian’s righteous heart is genuine, and if there’s even an ounce of falsehood, let me meet a bad..." Taoli True Person’s last word ’end’ wasn’t finished before yet another thunderbolt struck, as if punishing him for rashly making false oaths.

"Damn it! The Heavenly Dao strikes without reason, truly the heavens have no eyes! To perceive a small part and know the whole, in today’s world, the Heavenly Dao is already in chaos, the ways of the world even more rampant, and in troubled times heroes emerge. No wonder Senior Zhao chose such a time to re-enter the mundane world, to save all living beings, this heart to aid the world truly inspires admiration in the younger generation!" Struck by lightning once, Taoli True Person only admired Ning Fan even more.

"Well then, if you ladies do not believe, witness the truth with your own eyes! In just a moment, when Senior Zhao defeats the old thief Fuzhe in a few moves, you will surely believe in his invincible cultivation!" Emperor Haisha and Taoli True Person said in unison.

"Misunderstanding, esteemed seniors, we are not his wives!" Bei Xiao Man might not need to explain, but Yuan Yao and her three daughters were flustered. Hearing the two Immortal Emperors call them wives, they hurriedly explained their thoughts and confused emotions.

Emperor Haisha and Taoli True Person had no time to chat casually with the ladies! After urgently escorting Yuan Yao and the others out of the Stone Chamber Mountain’s boundary, Zhao Jian’s disciples scattered their spirit sense, focusing on the duel between Ning Fan and True Lord Fuzhe. Many watched this earth-shattering battle of Quasi-Saints with tears of emotion.

It wasn’t the duel that moved them, but Ning Fan’s resolve to defy Heavenly Decrees to rid harm from Northern Heaven!

The Chess Revered One had harmed countless female cultivators of Northern Heaven, truly a minor scourge of the land!

True Lord Fuzhe had schemed against countless powers in Northern Heaven, an absolute great harm!

Though killing in public tainted one’s reputation, the senior didn’t kill for personal gain but sought justice, eradicating two major threats in Northern Heaven!

What righteous spirit this brings!

Such unwavering integrity!

A hero may violate the law, yet the greatest hero aligns with Heaven to vanquish evil!

No matter the cultivation accomplishments, people are mere Masters; only this senior merits the title of a true immortal hero!

...

In an instant, Stone Chamber Mountain was cleared, turning into the battleground for Ning Fan and True Lord Fuzhe.

Ning Fan felt quite ashamed.

With his help, Xiaoman could have won the second round. Yet, his rash anger led to killing, ruining the chess battle at Stone Chamber Mountain.

How many times has he impulsively killed regardless of the situation?.

Well, it’s too late now. Let him first defeat True Lord Fuzhe, and then he’ll apologize properly to Xiaoman.

"Such arrogance in this young lad, facing a Quasi-Saint like me yet dare to be distracted with other thoughts. Do you really think you are an ancient great cultivator? Hahaha! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! Urgently as decree commands, reveal the true mirror image, swiftly show yourself! Let this son’s facade be exposed before the world!"

With True Lord Fuzhe’s command, the mountain-high bronze mirror emitted blinding Fuzhe light.

This was an Innate Lower Grade treasure but held a sinister ability to reveal an enemy’s true face and inflict great harm through attacking the real reflection.

If familiar with True Lord Fuzhe, Northern Heavenly Quasi-Saints would avoid the mirror’s grasp.

But Ning Fan wasn’t aware, making it impossible to dodge the mirror’s revelation.

In that instant, the mirror displayed Ning Fan’s true reflection.

While most present a single reflection in a mirror, Ning Fan astonishingly showed two!

The first reflection was a Konjin, stepping upon the bodies of numerous Quasi-Saints and Immortal Emperors; weaker bodies form hills of corpses and seas of blood, visible within the mirror, manifesting his lifetime of carnage.

The second reflection was a Vein Opening demon youth more terrifying, stepping on the heads of more than ten Saints. Behind him lay a whole mid-range immortal nation, with rivers of blood!

"Curious, why does the reflection of this child have two forms, and increasingly absurd,"

True Lord Fuzhe was displeased!

His true reflection mirror unexpectedly erred!

How could Ning Fan possess two authentic reflections!

How could he have slain so many Quasi-Saints and Immortal Emperors!

It’s even more impossible for a Vein Opening demonic form to have slaughtered over ten Saints... as the Era of Decline doesn’t harbor Saints!

Moreover, Ning Fan isn’t an ancient cultivator!

Conclusively, these reflections were entirely erroneous and untrustworthy!

"Well then, since the mirror errs, no need to attack this child with it. Let’s switch treasures! Urgently as decree commands, Mourning Puppets swiftly appear!"

True Lord Fuzhe retrieved the mirror, withdrawing instead two peculiar puppets, raising them to the heavens.

The puppets elongated with the wind, transforming into two lifeless clay figures, embodying ghostly children. Restoring their shapes initiated mutual applause, darkly singing nursery rhymes.

These nursery rhymes were curse attacks, utilizing the Art of Worm’s Curse to kill enemies via curse!

True Lord Fuzhe earns his title as a harm to Northern Heaven, using underhanded, sinister means rather than straightforward divine skills; such insidious measures are least defensible and most harmful.

"Curse techniques..."

Ning Fan’s eyes flashed azure, discerning the puppets’ nature; merely minor puppets containing curse tactics, yet potent with hidden power, not to be underestimated.

He perceived a faint connection with Mourning Emperor, furthermore with other destinies lost within reincarnation’s river, obscured forever.

The puppets once belonged to Mourning Emperor, passing through many hands after his decease, now into True Lord Fuzhe’s sinister grasp.

Ning Fan feared no curses; with destiny severed, attacks held no sway.

If targeted by one stronger, defending against the curse would be arduous, but True Lord Fuzhe, wielding merely twelve thousand tribulations of Mana as a Quasi-Saint, executing curses against Ning Fan wasn’t feasible!

Ning Fan was confident the Mourning Puppets posed no threat.

Unexpectedly, their nursery rhyme immediately affected him.

Not due to curse potency!

But its eerie allure compelling him to listen intently!

"You clap one, I clap one, butterfly burns wings ninety thousand miles."

"You clap two, I clap two, girl cuts her locks before Buddha."

"You clap three, I clap three, Gonggong knocks down Mount Buzhou."

"You clap four, I clap four, epiphyllum soul breaks at Weituo Temple."

"You clap five, I clap five, Five Spirits Chessboard Demon-Suppressing Bone."

"You clap six, I clap six, sword ancestor dies at Aolai Cave."

"You clap seven, I clap seven, god tree awakens, Reverse Saint shocked." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"You clap eight, I clap eight, this flower blooms fully, no more flowers."

"You clap nine, I clap nine, Nifan’s fury, heaven decays."

"You clap ten, I clap ten, afterlife unrecognized in the beyond and netherworld."

As the nursery rhyme flowed, Ning Fan’s eyes clouded with confusion, followed by fierce coughing of blood as the curse damaged his Spirit.

It wasn’t the curse’s potency, but his choice: listening to the complete rhyme required enduring its curse and paying the price.

Just a negligible cost, Ning Fan deemed it inconsequential; compared to his grand aura, this minor injury was insubstantial.

But deep within, since the nursery rhyme began, he found no peace!

The rhyme’s verses unclear, yet certain phrases struck him profoundly!

Butterfly burns wings ninety thousand miles... was this butterfly referencing him? Or perhaps alluding elsewhere...

The Sword Ancestor met his demise in the Aolai Cave... He didn’t know where Aolai Cave was, but he understood the significance of ’Sword Ancestor’ and ’met his demise’.

Nifan’s wrath could unravel the heavens... Nifan’s name was not new to him.

Azure skies and yellow springs are unknown... At the moment he heard this, for some reason, another voice echoed in Ning Fan’s mind.

[Can’t find it, I’ve scoured the azure skies and yellow springs... Why still... can’t find it.]

[I’ve searched through the flowers in the mundane world, every one resembles you, yet none are you.]

Ning Fan felt an ancient, profound sorrow, and more than that... a bone-deep pain.

Seeing Ning Fan cough blood, True Lord Fuzhe’s face showed disdain, further convinced that Ning Fan was merely a junior Immortal King.

If Ning Fan truly was an ancient great cultivator, how could such an insignificant trick harm him? Weak! Truly too weak!

"Mourning puppets, intensify the curse, annihilate this Immortal King ant for me... Hah, what’s going on! Mourning puppets, as decree command, hasten to comply with my orders! Impossible?! The mourning puppets have malfunctioned! Hah! This... this is the Black Moon!"

Under True Lord Fuzhe’s incredulous gaze, Ning Fan merely shook his finger, pointed, and the two puppets immediately lost control, flying towards Ning Fan.

Simultaneously while flying, the mark of the Black Moon appeared on the heads of the two puppets, signifying they were affected by the Grievance Technique of the Ancestral Emperor of the Northern Heaven!

The Grievance Technique, with no resolution worldwide, if you encounter the Black Moon, reverse it and you’ll be annihilated!

This method only works against lower-level puppets; since these two were not high-level puppets, it easily took effect, and could directly capture them!

"You, who exactly are you, why would you know the Grievance Technique of the Ancestral Emperor of the Northern Heaven!" True Lord Fuzhe exclaimed in shock and anger.

"What need do I have to answer you, what are you even!"

Ning Fan casually stored the two puppets into his storage pouch, looking at True Lord Fuzhe as if he were already dead!

His eyes carried unprecedented killing intent, but this killing intent wasn’t genuinely due to True Lord Fuzhe, but rather because of that inexplicable nursery rhyme.

Only to say, True Lord Fuzhe was unlucky, bumping into Ning Fan’s most irritable moment!

The nursery rhyme seemed meaningful, yet Ning Fan couldn’t comprehend it, couldn’t comprehend...

Despite not understanding, his heart was swept with sorrow and rage by the nursery rhyme. In his sorrow, he wished he could annihilate himself; in his fury, he wished he could overturn all the fated destinies, flatten them completely!

"How dare you insult me!" True Lord Fuzhe exploded in anger!

He, a Quasi-Saint, was insulted by Ning Fan as nothing worthy, his dignity shattered!

He wished to kill Ning Fan to vent his anger, thus raised his hand to summon four Innate Inferior Grade Blacklotus Nails!

These Blacklotus Nails were uncertain treasures, yet when their force combined, they were not weaker than an Innate Mid-grade Treasure!

However, they were ultimately not true mid-grade treasures!

Ning Fan ignored the four Blacklotus Nails, lightly patted his storage pouch and summoned the True Martial Broken Sword in the form of a tortoise and snake.

A cold gleam flashed, and the four Blacklotus Nails were instantly sliced to powder with a single stroke!

The ruthless power of the True Martial Broken Sword was astounding, capable of battling with an Innate Superior Treasure, totally beyond the likes of ordinary Quasi-Saints!

"An Innate Superior Sword!"

True Lord Fuzhe’s eyes flickered with a momentary fear, but soon filled with greed!

While this sword was fearsome, much depended on who wielded it!

If a Quasi-Saint of the same level wielded the sword—no, even if a Half-Saint wielded it—True Lord Fuzhe wouldn’t dare face it head-on, or he would suffer great losses.

But as fate would have it, the sword bearer was merely an Immortal King junior...

He was ten thousand percent certain, Ning Fan was only at the Immortal King Realm, so even if Ning Fan had infinite mana, it would not induce fear in him!

And once he killed Ning Fan, the treasure as powerful as an Innate Superior Treasure would belong to him, allowing him to walk sideways in the Northern Heaven in the future!

"Never thought, never thought, a mere Immortal King could force me to reveal my Eternal True Body. Facing death here today is enough for you to be proud! Fuzhe True Body, manifest!"

True Lord Fuzhe unveiled his true form, transforming into a colossal, hundred-zhang tall obese giant, his aura surged by a thousand tribulations!

The giant had five drooping mustaches, wore an official’s hat, dressed in a python robe with a jade belt; his left hand held a jade ruyi, while the right hand wielded a long scroll, the scroll inscribed with the words "Heavenly Officer Confers Blessings."

Both the jade ruyi and the long scroll were surprisingly Innate Mid-grade Treasures, exceptionally powerful!

"Tiny ant, what qualifications do you have to contend with me! My attack empowered by the Blessing God Ruyi can absorb all blessings and turn them upon you; with the protection of the Heavenly Officer’s long scroll, as long as the blessings persist, I remain immortal, even unaffected by heavenly tribulations. The Blessings I’ve collected endlessly will prevent even Second-Grade Quasi-Saints from killing me. What right do you have to challenge me, you deserve to die!"

True Lord Fuzhe raised his hand, launching the Blessing God Ruyi, and instantly, all heavenly blessings seemed drawn by this ruyi, transforming into numerous giant shadows, crashing down.

"If you are the blessing, then I shall be... the calamity!"

Ning Fan’s monster eyes gleamed, releasing overwhelming Evil Qi, merely with the Qi, he blocked True Lord Fuzhe’s endless blessings attack!

What kind of overwhelming Evil Qi was this, having slain Immortal Emperors, slain Quasi-Saints; the slaughtered far surpassed this single individual!

"Could it be this scoundrel emerged from the Demon-Sealing Peak, otherwise how could he possess such terrifying Evil Qi!"

True Lord Fuzhe’s Blessing God Ruyi could not harm Ning Fan in the slightest!

He cultivated the path of the blessing god, to nurture blessings, he had to avoid weapons, evade disasters, escape demons, shun the mundane, and once contaminated, he would self-damage his blessings.

Ning Fan, such a demon, was precisely his nemesis, even if Ning Fan’s cultivation was lower, he could still defeat him relying on this counter.

And now...

Ning Fan’s mana far surpassed his, and even his treasures were also superior!

Moreover, with the suppression of his demonic thoughts against blessings, Ning Fan’s ability to slay True Lord Fuzhe today was no harder than slaying a Half-Saint!

One Sword!

Ten Swords!

A Hundred Swords!

Ning Fan continuously summoned the True Martial Broken Sword, True Lord Fuzhe having endless blessings, yet could only barely hold on under the True Martial Broken Sword’s attack, defensively relying on the Heavenly Officer’s long scroll, leaving no gap to retaliate!

With each defense against the True Martial Broken Sword’s strike, the ink on the Heavenly Officer’s long scroll dimmed slightly.

After a hundred swords, the ink on the Heavenly Officer’s long scroll completely faded, powers exhausted, True Lord Fuzhe had no means left to block Ning Fan’s attacks, and could only directly offset Ning Fan’s strikes with his endless blessings!

This way, with each strike Ning Fan made, True Lord Fuzhe’s blessings were severed by several chi!

His blessings dwindled fast, and several hundred swords later, Ning Fan finally chopped through True Lord Fuzhe’s lifetime of blessings, the True Martial Broken Sword fell from the sky!

"Not good!"

At this moment, True Lord Fuzhe was terrified out of his wits by Ning Fan, far from having the courage to contend with Ning Fan!

He wanted to flee, but Ning Fan used the Heaven Sealing Art to fix him in place, then launched the True Martial Broken Sword, slicing off one of his arms.

"This rogue even knows the Ancestral Arts of Eastern Heaven! He actually possesses techniques from two Heavenly Ancestors!"

True Lord Fuzhe’s complexion turned horribly as Ning Fan, knowing the Heaven Sealing Art meant escaping here was nearly impossible without Ning Fan’s consent!

Moreover, to his horror, he discovered that the arm severed by Ning Fan could not be reformed, seemingly lost forever!

The unhealed wound was like the eternal star crack that Ning Fan had unleashed before!

The Heavenly Dao has deceived me! The Heavenly Dao deceived me! Why did it tell me that this lad is merely of the Immortal King level? He might indeed be of Immortal King cultivation, but is scarier than many Second-Grade Quasi-Saints!

"Daoist friend, calm your anger. I, no, this humble Daoist apologizes for all offenses today and is willing to make amends. Please, Daoist friend, raise your hand and spare me this time..."

True Lord Fuzhe finally relented.

But Ning Fan paid no heed at all!

His life doctrine is to eradicate any major enemy completely. A scourge like True Lord Fuzhe, once released, would be akin to letting the tiger return to the mountain. Only by rooting out completely is it most secure!

Since today’s matter had already turned chaotic, he might as well unleash his power and establish his Demon World prestige at the Yishi Palace!

Let everyone in Yishi Palace no longer dare to underestimate Yuan Yao and Mistress Xiao Man!

Let everyone who plotted against Yuan Yao and Mistress Xiao Man pay the price!

"Yin-Yang Five Swords, come forth!"

Ning Fan once again swung the True Martial Broken Sword; however, this time, it was not purely showcasing the power of a treasure. He wielded the ultimate technique from the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor’s legacy!

Unlike before, now he truly had a channel for cultivating Yin-Yang Qi, and thus the Yin-Yang Five Swords he wielded seemed to contain the might of two lifetimes, far beyond his past capability!

Heaven Sword Annihilates Fate!

Earth Sword Severing Momentum!

Human Sword Annihilates Life!

Divine Sword Annihilates Dao!

Ghost Sword Annihilates Thoughts!

The Yin-Yang Five Swords, nothing remains unslain! True Lord Fuzhe used every defense available, but in front of the Yin-Yang Five Swords, all defenses were futile!

His fatty flesh was sliced away by the Yin-Yang Five Swords, leaving only the skeleton!

His Taoist cultivation was depleted by the Yin-Yang Five Swords, toppling from Quasi-Saint cultivation to Vein Opening, and ultimately falling to mortal!

His divine sense was shattered by the Five Swords, his will fragmented by the Five Swords, his Dao notions dissipated in all directions!

Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp, reincarnation rekindles, immortals perish as thoughts scatter, never to return in this life.

Immortal death isn’t true annihilation, merely the dispersal of Daoist thought.

Yet at this moment, Ning Fan’s Yin-Yang Five Swords intended to add another layer of killing on the foundation of Dao notion dispersal, thus causing true Third Step death—Return to Ruins Path Extinguishing!

Not simple dispersal of Daoist thought, but making the Dao thought dissipate and then return to its origin, back to the starting point.

In this way, even if this person had a chance for reincarnation, he could no longer follow the grand path back to this point in time.

"Despicable, gentlemen’s fortune, after five generations, is cut off! If not for your formidable means, severing my fortune beyond revival, I would certainly gain five chances for rebirth..."

True Lord Fuzhe, filled with boundless regret, swallowed his last breath.

Had he encountered someone other than Ning Fan, even if slain to the Second Step level, he would have five lives.

But he encountered Ning Fan.

What he suffered was death from the Third Step... Five generations severed, to no avail.

Although Ning Fan and True Lord Fuzhe battled with over a thousand swords before finally killing him, one must know, Ning Fan’s sword speed was incredibly fast!

Although the True Martial Broken Sword consumed a great deal of mana and was difficult to wield, Ning Fan’s high synergy with it made it rather easy to slash a dozen swords in one breath.

This means, from the first sword strike to completely killing True Lord Fuzhe, Ning Fan spent less than a hundred breaths!

A hundred breaths to annihilate a Quasi-Saint in a true sense, forcing him unable to flee or reincarnate; such power is astonishing!

The only pity was, to truly kill True Lord Fuzhe instead of giving him a chance for five-cut escape, Ning Fan did not refine him into a mid-rank Gourd Blood Spirit.

He didn’t even refine him into Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits, directly turning True Lord Fuzhe into nothingness, not a speck of blood mist remained.

Due to insufficient materials for sacrifice, the refining of Eternal Ghost Soldier was not attempted.

Fortunately, he did acquire True Lord Fuzhe’s storage pouch, filled with insidiously valuable treasures, so it wasn’t a complete loss.

...

"Victory! Senior Zhao eliminated a great threat for our Eastern Heaven! He slain the old thief Fuzhe!"

"A hundred breaths to slay a Quasi-Saint! True Lord Fuzhe’s reliance for survival, his five-generation severance, couldn’t even be utilized; it’s true fallen!"

"Senior’s methods are astonishingly powerful; are these the techniques of ancient great cultivators!"

"That treasure sword is truly formidable, comparable to Innate Superior-grade treasures; indeed, only a pinnacle existence like Senior is fit to use such a valuable treasure!"

The sea around Stone Chamber Mountain erupted in astonishment, countless Immortal cultivators moved by this thrilling duel easily rolling and crushing a Quasi-Saint!

Additionally, a few disciples of Zhao Jian flocked to Ning Fan’s side, eagerly posing questions.

"Senior, please tell us, what was the true motive behind killing True Lord Fuzhe and his disciples?"

This question, Ning Fan decided to answer truthfully.

"For a momentary personal grudge."

Indeed, he eliminated Chess Revered One for personal vendetta; likewise, he destroyed True Lord Fuzhe for retribution and rooting out thoroughly.

The reason for murder is far from noble or grand.

Ning Fan pondered that by openly venting his frustrations and killing people this time, he should no longer be considered a moral exemplar.

Yet he was mistaken.

When someone idolizes you, even if you’re defecating in the fields, they would perceive it as doing good by fertilizing the land.

"Senior truly demonstrates unmatched integrity! Certainly unwilling to accept the honor of punishing evildoers, intentionally crafting a reason!"

"Senior is compassionate, kind-hearted, acts decisively, harboring deep hatred for wickedness; moreover, courageous, meticulous in thought, strong-willed, pure as Immortal Clouds..."

"In history, how many virtuous individuals stood alone as the true first?"

"Senior’s words and deeds have faded, yet reverberation persists! Spirit undying, legacy eternal! Soul rides the crane away, righteousness sails with the wind here! Noble integrity and beauty endure for thousands of generations, lofty virtues and pure winds prevail for eons!"

"Damned! Who just praised Senior in mourning verse, stand forth, see if I won’t cut you to death!"

Witnessing the overwhelmingly flattering remarks from Northern Heaven Immortal cultivators before him, Ning Fan felt utterly embarrassed.

Must I continue being this Moral Sage, unable to alter this absurd perception despite violently killing someone?

Heh, if the old monster knew he didn’t promote Black Demon Sect’s demon name but became the top moral model of Northern Heaven, he’d probably curse him furiously...

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