Chapter 267 - Cold-blooded (1/2)

Rustle~

With a few flicks of his arms, Zhuo Fan set up a defensive array and sat cross-legged, calmed his mind and readied himself to advance. He felt his right eye burning red hot as the golden ring flashed. Zhuo Fan took a deep breath and focused his entire soul power on his right eye.

The Divine Eye of the Void had an intrinsic connection with one’s soul. Each advancement would tax one’s soul greatly.

Three days passed within a blink in this manner, with Zhuo Fan focused on his task and no one disturbing him either. However, the morning of the fourth day Zhuo Fan opened his eyes with a sigh.

“It still failed. Is it because my soul is weak or because of my restless state of mind?” Squinting, Zhuo Fan began regretting. It was such a rare chance to get stronger and he had thoroughly wasted it.

Recalling his impatience four days ago, Zhuo Fan shook his head. [Why couldn’t I be calm? I need to temper my heart and remove all distractions.]

Zhuo Fan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The next time he opened them, they were crystal clear with no ripples across them.

Zhuo Fan stood up, undid the array and walked out.

He was met with Luo Yunchang and company. One look was enough to tell him something was up.

“What’s wrong?” Zhuo Fan eyed them.

Luo Yunchang muttered, “Pavilion Lord Long has sent word that they want to discuss the final battle among the seven houses with you. But you were cultivating these past days and…”

“Alright, I got it.”

Zhuo Fan interrupted her and walked away without even looking at them. Like a lone wolf.

Luo Yunchang looked at his back for a long while and then said, “Captain Pang, did you also notice that he has changed?”

Captain Pang swallowed, “Steward Zhuo didn’t change, he has only returned to how he was eight years ago. He looks the same as back then in Misty Forest.”

Luo Yunchang watched the prideful figure with an aching heart.

[Is he… leaving again?]

A demonic cultivator only ever cared about themselves.

With Zhuo Fan having met so many people over the years, each encounter had a faint influence, each tainting his heart and ultimately rattling his usually peaceful state of mind.

He was of the belief that this was the sole reason for his failure to advance Divine Eye of the Void to the 2nd stage. After careful consideration, he had cast out every influence, along with the ever growing emotions.

The strong had no need for dead weights.

Surveying the white clouds floating about the blue sky, Zhuo Fan’s eyes were crystal clear. So much so that they looked dead.

[So much better.]

Sighing, Zhuo Fan walked with purpose to a courtyard ten times larger than the Luo clan’s.

This place had high ranking people watching the gate.

“Brother, the killing with intent you used has opened my eyes!” Long Jiu laughed.

Zhuo Fan nodded unaffected, “Long time no see, brother Jiu!”

Long Jiu paused for a second. [Why is brother so cold today?]

“Darling, you were so cool!” Xiao Dandan skipped over at some point with a rosy face. Peony Overseer held her face and sighed.

Zhuo Fan glanced at her and said, “Lass, do that again and I’ll make sure it will be your last!”

Reeling, Xiao Dandan watched him like he was some stranger. She had gotten used to Zhuo Fan talking like that, but this time she could see the bloodthirst glinting in his eyes.

She was certain that if she opened her mouth at this instant, Zhuo Fan would rip it off!

Peony Overseer saw her disciple being picked on and glared. But before she could spring in defense, Zhuo Fan’s cold, emotionless eyes snapped at her, “And you, deal with your disciple before she meets with misfortune. When that time comes, you’ll only have yourself to blame for not educating her properly!”

Zhuo Fan then walked inside without sparing the women a look.

Zhuo Fan had long lost his joking mood and was ready to follow up on his threats.

[What’s wrong with this kid? He’s like another person.]

While those familiar with Zhuo Fan were stifled, the rest were even more afraid of earning his ire.

Zhuo Fan was surrounded by a constant air of savagery as if he was standing above all. No one dared to stand closer than three meter around this mighty lord.

His far away look and his power let them know that the best he ever felt was when he was alone.