Vol 2 Chapter 52.2 (2/2)

Because he suddenly discovered that he couldn’t move. Not only could he not circulate Internal Energy, he couldn’t even budge his body.

He Yiming’s figure walked out from behind his body, looking closely at him, “Since brother Fan is destined to die today, the map Lu Xinwen gave to you has no use for you. So….” He Yiming softly sighed and said, “Leave this map in my safekeeping. I will fulfill Lu Xinwen’s desire and not let the legacy of his learning to be cut.”

Fan Vastsun’s face immediately turned ashen. His face weakly collapsed. But his mouth could still twitch. His eyes seemed to be wis.h.i.+ng to come out of the rims, and his face was red as if iron. If a gaze could burn somebody, He Yiming would have long evaporated away as of now.

“You…. are even s.n.a.t.c.hing away granduncle’s possessions. You won’t die in peace.”

He Yiming coa.r.s.ely laughed and said, “Brother Fan, didn’t you just say, Yuan family is weak and Fan family is strong, therefore you should rightly take their position? Today, you sir are weak, and this He is strong. Why should I not be able to take this map instead of you?”

Fan Vastsun started. His lips trembled and two red streaks flew out of the corners of his mouth. He then loudly laughed, laughed until his throat turned sore and voice turned coa.r.s.e, as if metal and stone grinding against each other.

Ultimately, his laughter slowly dimmed, and his mutterings could be heard, “Retribution, it’s retribution. Today, it’s our turn, and in future, it will be yours.”

His voice sank lower and lower. Suddenly he spit out half of his tongue, spurting out a huge amounts of blood

He Yiming didn’t stop him and only revealed a trace of pity in his eyes as he watched him in silence.

Not too long after, Fan Vastsun’s body twitched a few times before becoming completely motionless.

He Yiming faintly shook his head and picked up that simple stone stripe Fan Vastsun had been holding. He jumped into the hole and completed Fan Vastsun’s job, digging out a deep hole in a few turns.

Living right before the mountain range in the He family, He Yiming was well aware that one must dig a deep grave to bury somebody. Otherwise, there would certainly be some wild beast that would dig out the corpse, and fill its belly such that not even the bones would be left behind.

Lu Xinwen although had died, he was after all a peak, Xiantian expert. In any case, his corpse shouldn’t be left out in the wild.

Although the current conditions were far from ideal, it should be enough to allow him to rest in peace.

As for Fan Vastsun, although Fan family’s destruction was deserved by all means, after going through this whole ordeal, He Yiming had understood one reasoning.

Weak died, and strong survived; this was the only truth of this world. The reason Fan family had taken such actions was also in order to become a millennium clan.

Only with one’s own power would one be able to avoid other clan’s subst.i.tution.

All they had done, how was it actually wrong?!

Furthermore, in He Yiming’s mind, there was actually a forbidden zone. Something he absolutely didn’t dare question, or think too much.

Forty years ago, He Wude, relying on Reclining Moon Blade and a.s.sistance of He Laibao, established He manor.

In the course of this process, how much blood would have been spilled, and how many small clans had been exterminated?

To say that they had the ability to establish He manor without hurting anybody….

Although he admired his grandfather and grandpa Bao, he also knew that despite their strength being counted exceptionally high in Tai Cang county, this feat was simply on a different level in respect to their abilities.

Therefore, he didn’t want to think along these lines, nor he wished to ask. If he could turn his eyes away from the truth, he could live his life with a clear conscience.

Digging a deep hole, he buried the corpses of Lu Xinwen and Fan Vastsun.

The depth of the grave he’d dug out went past beyond two meters, which was deep enough that ordinary wild beasts wouldn’t be able to dig the corpses out.

Of course, before burying them, He Yiming checked their bodies and grabbed some of the things that were useful.

In any case, they were just to be buried. These things held no value for a dead person and would be better off with him, where they still might serve some purpose.

There was nothing on Lu Xinwen’s body. Surprisingly, it was Fan Vastsun’s body that had a few things.

Apart from the sheepskin scroll, there were actually a few gold ingots and a bottle.

Opening the lid, He Yiming sniffed a few times. His face slightly changed as he discovered that the bottle actually contained Essence gold cores, moreover five pills at that.

He Yiming immediately understood that these gold cores were not Fan Vastsun’s property at all. He’d taken it from Lu Xinwen’s body.

It was no wonder that there was nothing on a Xiantian cultivator’s body. It turned out that he’d already been plundered before. Fan Vastsun could never have expected that although he’d obtained the gold cores and map, he would immediately follow after Lu Xinwen’s steps and wouldn’t even get an opportunity to increase his strength.

After collecting his gains, He Yiming opened the scroll.

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