Chapter 1182 – 1182, Liao Clan Head
Chapter 1182, Liao Clan Head
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In a dark room, a used rocking chair creaked as it swayed at the motions of an elderly man with white hair and a dim expression.
Fang Ding bowed, “Clan Head, I’ve looked into them on the way and they’re merchants. The highest level cultivator is their Clan Head, a Spirit King, holding a bit of sway in a small town, they have nothing else to their name. We can begin!”
“How are the goods?” The elderly man spoke in a jittery tone.
Fang Ding was solemn, “Clan Head, be assured they’re exquisite. The young miss and the twelve guards are in Genesis Stage. Only that pretty boy steward is a waste at Bone Tempering Stage and can be ignored.”
“Let’s take a look.”
The elderly man coughed and walked out with Fang Ding behind him.
With a light coughing, the elderly man entered the main hall. Luo Yunchang’s group stood up and greeted him.
The elderly man’s black and blue face, like a freak’s, had the women frightened, and they let out an, “Ah!”
Zhuo Fan squinted, sizing him up.
“Is my face that scary, young miss?” The old man coughed twice and smiled before taking the main seat with Fang Ding at his side.
The women strained to keep a straight face as they bowed, “Clan Head Liao, forgive our loss of composure.”
“It’s fine, I know better than anyone just how ghastly I look. Everyone jumps the first time, ha-ha-ha…” The old man waved off their concern, then sized them up with a glimmer in his eyes.
Luo Yunchang felt a chill come over her, like she was being put on display for others to judge her worth.
The old man restrained his piercing gaze and showed a wide smile, “Steward Fang has been telling me young miss Luo’s father is a lord over a city. Which was it again?”
“Magical City!” Luo Yunchang smiled.
Luo Yunchang’s anger-fueled fist let out muffled sounds as it landed on the invisible barrier that surrounding them, roaring, “Geezer, let us out right now or you’ll be sorry!”
“Let you go? Why, on account of your third-rate city’s lord of a father? Ha-ha-ha…”
The old man cackled, “Please, not only do I not fear him, but would you believe me when I tell you that he won’t even suspect me, woman?”
Luo Yunchang’s face fell, her eyes staring hard. Zhuo Fan smiled, “True enough, with Scarlet Lightning Valley being so close, any disappearance would immediately think it is the main reason. Who’d ever think such a joyful little town would hide a den of bloodthirsty monsters?”
“I must say, you’re more than you look, kid. You got good eyes on you.”
The old man cocked an eyebrow as he gave Zhuo Fan another careful look, “I can see it’s not just your pretty looks that got you the steward job. So you do have skill after all. Yes, I picked this place because of Scarlet Lightning Valley offering a perfect excuse for any and all kills that I make. No one would ever think it was me!”
Zhuo Fan smiled, “Right, you’re quite cautious, looking into all travelers that reach your town. You’re letting those with backing go while striking at the nameless ones. It mattered little if those little groups the victims belonged to had the power or not, especially since you have Scarlet Lightning Valley as cover. Let’s say your cover is blown, but even then, as peak Spirit King you’d make light work of them. You’ve made a killer living in this place, and it’s safe too.”
“You know me so well, kid, despite being a cripple. I’m starting to like you.” The old man nodded, offering, “Why not join me and I’ll spare you.”
Zhuo Fan smirked.
Luo Yunchang was furious, hammering away at the impervious barrier while screaming like a banshee, “You could be the lord of your own area with your strength, so why did you choose to do such things instead? Even working under the Eight Emperors should be easier than attacking in the shadows.”
The old man gnashed his teeth, then eased with powerlessness.
“Because he has no other choice. No matter how much the Eight Emperors love talent, they’ll never take in someone who uses the Soul Devouring Array. They’d rather avoid repeating the age-old scenario of being hunted down by all of Sacred Domain.”
Zhuo Fan’s eyes shone as he shouted.
The old man shuddered from shock, glaring hard at Zhuo Fan, “W-who the hell are you? How do you know…”
As for the town folk, they were equally overwhelmed.
“Soul Devouring Array? What’s that?” Luo Yunchang frowned hard.
With an evil smile, Zhuo Fan stared at the other party, opening the sordid past hidden for so many years, “Soul Eater is a demonic cultivation art that took everything from another cultivator to further their own power. Only what it’s absorbed also contains regret and hatred, taking its toll on the user’s mind while rotting the body from the inside. Therefore, restraint is an absolute must with this method, to purge all the hatred first and strengthen one’s core before using it again. That is if one doesn’t want to end up becoming a walking corpse.”
Zhuo Fan pointed at the old man’s ghastly face and laughed.
The old man’s face twitched, boiling mad.
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