Chapter 384: An Immortal Clan’s Way of Life (2/2)
His crimson robes, long red pants, yellow pointy shoes, and gold jacket with the bloody Chinese character, Fang, behind his back attracted the attention of everyone.
Had Miaomiao or Ma Moxi had seen this person's face, they would have thought that Colonel Sander had become a cultivator!
Before Yuan Shaoqing's troops could even start attacking Siren City or Sun Wentai, the dark cloud instantly covered the sky, shrouding everything below them with darkness.
A hundred spiritual eyes of world guardians emerged from the cloud, watching everyone below them. Their archaic voice resounded.
”PROSTATE TO THE EMISSARY FROM THE FANG CLAN! THE EMISSARY OF REINCARNATION RIVER SAMSARA, FANG YANXU, HAS ARRIVED!”
The sound of the world guardian created a gravity pressure, instantly pushing every flying cultivator to the ground. As if they were birds who had lost their wings, they fell to earth. Some of them even broke their bones or legs in the process.
Flying battleships lost their ability to maintain flight. They slowly dropped to earth as well. Even the flying island, the mobile sect continent of Sun Wentai, was forced to crash to the ground.
Including people in Siren City, all mortals either laid on the ground or groveled to Fang Yanxu as they couldn't handle the sudden increase of the Soul Essence Pressure, which was an exclusive skill of immortals.
The dome barrier of Siren City ceased to function as Jia Wenhe and Ju Shoufen couldn't muster their strength. They collapsed to the ground like the other cultivators as well.
Just like that, the raging war came to a stop because of the immortal's arrival.
The dark cloud lingered above Siren City.
Time flowed slowly as nobody could move a finger. They couldn't even look at the sky to see the face of the descending immortal.
However, one of them was unaffected by the suppression power.
While everything was in silence, a ponytail girl in a bikini armor stood on top of the pylon tower, waving her hands to her father.
”Dad! I'm here!”
Fang Meirong's voice was as clear as a drop of a pin in a silent enclosed room. Yuan Shaoqing's men, beastmen, Ma Moxi's underlings, Zhang Ren's soldiers, Sun Wentai's clansmen, Jiangdong White Tiger Sect's people, and all watching eyes could hear her voice.
The already pale-faced cultivators from Yuan Shaoqing's side became as white as a sheet. Wen Chou and Yan Liang almost vomited blood when they realized whom they had accidentally offended.
Sun Wentai, Wu Guotai, Huang Gongfu, and the White Tiger Sect's people felt like they had lifted a heavy mountain off their chests. Everyone was elated that they had made the right decision before the immortal arrived. Now, they might be treated as an allied force of Siren City and escape the immortal's wrath.
Meanwhile, the southern troops glanced at their commander, Zhang Ren, blaming him for leading them to this mess.
Zhang Ren had it worse. His teeth clattered in fear while the crotch area of his pants became wet and hot.
As for Yuan Shaoqing, he bit his lower lips so hard that his front teeth dug into his flesh. A million simulated scenarios flashed in his mind as he imagined what could have been if he never attacked Siren City.
Even if Yuan Shaoqing and Yuan Hua were relatives, the former started blaming his sister for this major blunder. Now, they made an enemy out of an immortal from the Fang Clan, the vessel clan of Samsara God.
As everyone was shocked by the revelation, Fang Yanxu landed on top of the pylon tower, gazing at his daughter.
”This is what happens when you disobey our clan's order and get thrown to a mortal world. To be honest, you were sentenced to have a miserable end by being tortured to death here. Though I don't know how you escaped your fate, I'm glad you survive the Tribulation of Exile.”
Fang Meirong revealed a bitter smile as her memory of her life when she had lived in the immortal realm was hazy. Still, she remembered a part of it.
She was once an immortal. However, because of her bold decision, her cultivation base was destroyed and she was thrown into this world as a mortal.
”So, I was supposed to die?”
”Yeah. You should have died and your soul should have returned to the immortal realm last year to complete the Tribulation of Exile. Oh well, since you've survived, we can go back and claim the tribulation special rewards. You might even get a divine-grade soul-bound weapon from Samsara God since you are strong enough to change your fate.”
Every eavesdropper widened their eyes in shock. They couldn't believe that Fang Yanxu had thrown his daughter here to die!
Yet, the concept of reincarnation and their rebirth authority amazed them.
This was why the Fang Clan and the Meng Clan were so respected in the Immortal Realms.
While everybody was amazed, baffled, and surprised by Fang Clan's way of life, Fang Yanxu extended his hand to his daughter.
”Are you ready to go home now?”
”Err, do I have to return?”
”Obviously. No matter how hard you try, you will have to marry the first child of the Meng Clan.”
”But I will never marry that ugly bastard!”
”Meng Xin is no longer that ugly anymore. The Meng Clan has reincarnated him to this world thrice already and he has amassed enough luck to choose his birth appearance, fate, and born aptitude. But recently, I heard he was killed by a stupid world guardian…”
Fang Yanxu glanced at the tribulation eyes in the sky. All of them flinched and looked away in a panic.
”Anyway, when you see him again, he should have forged three dao fruits of rebirth from his three torturous deaths. His soul has now been cleansed of sins, and luck will flow to him naturally like he is the chosen one. He will grow up to become the most handsome man in the God Realms. You'll surely like him.”
”But I…”
Fang Yanxu interjected, not allowing Fang Meirong to talk.
”He will become a great man in the future. He might even rise up to the God Realms and can fight against the Devil or Kishin Douji. You and your future husband will give birth to exceptional human immortals for future generations. Haha, you probably only need only a month to advance to the 9th-stage with our resources and soul stones back home. Look at you now. You're nothing but a 5th-stage weakling…”
Suddenly, Fang Yanxu widened his eyes as he had detected an odd bloodline of his daughter.
The vampire bloodline was surprising enough. However, her dantian, Life Essence, and the nature of her abdomen revealed that she was no longer a virgin.
She had given birth once!
She was a mother!
Fang Yanxu's killing intent soared as he glared at his delinquent daughter. His pupils shone like the sun, generating extreme heat as if he was the embodiment of the sun himself.
”WHO… IS… YOUR… HUSBAND!?”
Fang Meirong's face turned white.
”Err, he's… not here.”
”WHERE IS HE!?”
RUMBLE
The shout of Fang Yanxu caused a light shockwave, which almost blew Fang Meirong to the sky. However, it didn't harm her.
While Fang Meirong had been staggering backward in fear, the telepathic voice of an ex-immortal dragon reached Fang Yanxu's mind.
'Damn brat. Before you start killing my disciple's wife and his people, calm the fuck down!'
Fang Yanxu knitted his brows for a moment. Then, he remembered the voice.
”Nero?”
'Damn straight, it's me! Now, let's talk!'