Vol 2 Chapter 52.2 (1/2)

Chapter 52.2

Book 2 - Fame Spreads

Chapter 52.2

Subsequently, an ominous glint flickered in his eyes, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with such hate that it could make one s.h.i.+ver.

Under his gaze, He Yiming’s brows slightly creased. He was exceptionally displeased with this gaze.

“So, you’ve come after all. Didn’t expect you can even keep the senior granduncle in the dark,” His voice seemed to be coming from in between his teeth; the hate within apparent to whoever heard it.

Since He Yiming had come looking for him, the former must have heard his final words, and since He Yiming knew his intentions, he had no chance.

“That’s right, I’ve come.” Looking at Lu Xinwen, who had already closed his eyes, He Yiming slowly said, “In fact, he didn’t have to die at all. If your Fan family had not coveted Yuan family’s a.s.sets, him, his three disciples, your father, and you….n.o.body needed to die.”

For some reason, emotions completely overtook He Yiming’s heart. He was having some trouble speaking, feeling kind of choked.

Perhaps it was related to the death of a Xiantian cultivator by his hands.

The awe-inspiring Fan family, due to coveting something that wasn’t theirs, was ultimately exterminated even while having the a.s.sistance of a Xiantian cultivator.

Although He Yiming’s age was not big, during this short time he’d interacted with Yuan Earnest, he’d understood a few matters.

If Yuan Earnest agreed to spare Fan family, sun would be rising from the west.

Going by Yuan Earnest’s conduct, not only he would be swallowing all of their a.s.sets, he would absolutely not spare their remaining bloodline either.

However, the Fan family had n.o.body but themselves to blame for all of this. Even He Yiming had no way to meddle with it.

What they could do was to obtain their share from this giant feast, as to be expected.

A trace of peculiar red color appeared on Fan Vastsun’s face as he sneered and said, “Our Fan family is strong, and Yuan family is weak, moreover we have an insider to exploit, why can we not profit by their a.s.sets? However, the only thing we didn’t antic.i.p.ate was that Yuan family will actually invite you….”

Hearing his blunt, completely undisguised explanation, He Yiming’s heart turned cold.

Today’s Yuan family, why couldn’t it be He family of the future?

Although He family was thriving today, if someday in the future it turned weak, there were certainly other clans lying in wait to replace it.

At this moment, He Yiming vaguely had an objective in mind. He would certainly make He family a great, millennial clan like Jadeting’s Lin family and Fire Crow’s Xie family.

Only such clans who had deeply twisted and entangled connections with other powers of the same region could deter and cope with challenges of the rising and falling waves of newly emerging clans.

Although Fan Vastsun’s face carried a sneer, he didn’t dare even budge his body.

Even though he stood right before death’s door, he didn’t wish to die straightaway. If he moved and managed to gain He Yiming’s misunderstanding, he wouldn’t be able to sustain even a single move from He Yiming.

Fan Vastsun’s vision slightly dropped, falling onto the bosom section of his robe.

Here was a sheepskin scroll, which was given to him by Lu Xinwen right before the end of his life. The old man hoped for him to continue the legacy of his technique. Even if it couldn’t be pa.s.sed down for millenniums, its legacy wouldn’t have ended at his hands.

However, this moment, Fan Vastsun only had one thought; how to destroy this map without leaving behind any trace.

He’d already

believed his death to be a forgone conclusion. However, even in death, he wouldn’t allow this map to fall into He Yiming’s hands, which would allow the latter to find that cave and Lu Xinwen’s remnants.

His mind reeled, even a trace of perspiration appearing over his head. Suddenly, his eyes s.h.i.+ned as he said, “Master He, I know that my death is certain today. I don’t dare ask forgiveness from you. However, I request you to let me dig this grave and bury Master Lu Xinwen. Then, I will take my own life.”

He Yiming thought for a moment, then said, “Fine, go ahead.”

Fan Vastsun cupped his fists, turned around, picked up a long stone, and jumped into the grave.

He superficially sneaked a glance in He Yiming’s direction, only to discover that the latter’s vision was still on Lu Xinwen with something strange in his eyes.

Inwardly rejoicing, he turned his body, positioning so that he could block He Yiming’s eyesight, then gently stretched his hands inside his bosom.

With his seventh layer Internal Energy, as long as he could pinch the map, he could destroy it in its entirety. After that, even if it fell into He Yiming’s hand, the latter wouldn’t be able to gain any use from it.

However, as soon as his hand made contact with the sheepskin scroll, his face, which was somewhat gratified, somewhat sinister, and somewhat smiling, immediately froze stiff.