Immortal of the Nine Realms-Chapter 1550: Im A Barbarian

"Desolate Academy, Mister Fang," Fang Chen said calmly.

"It really is Mister Fang!"

The cultivators of the Desolate Academy were visibly surprised. They hadn't expected that Fang Chen, who had vanished for many years, would suddenly reappear today.

However, the crowd was quickly confused. All six heads of the Desolate Academy were Immortal Kings, yet the uninvited guest was clearly a First Rate Sect Leader. The fact that he had once managed to escape from the patriarch's assault already proved this. How could Fang Chen, an Immortal King, possibly be his match?

The heads of the Alchemy Department and the Achievement Department had never met Fang Chen before, and they looked at him with curious eyes.

"Mister?" The newcomer couldn't help but chuckle. "All the heads of the Desolate Academy are only at the Ascension Realm. Why, then, are you at the Immortal Realm?"

The six heads and the cultivators of the Desolate Academy were all shaken.

"So it's true?"

Mister Fang had already become an immortal. No wonder the patriarch had pushed him out to face the Killing Spiritual Division's representative.

Especially Mister Lu and the others, who knew Mister Fang's true identity. Their shock was indescribable.

How many years had it been? That junior from back then had actually grown to such a level? How many Immortal Kings had been stuck at that realm for countless years, unable to advance no matter what?

Xun Guozhu sneered. "What's so strange about that? Mister Fang isn't one of the heads anyway. You're talking too much, are you fighting or not?"

The newcomer pondered for a moment, then asked, "If I defeat him, will Daoist Xun seriously consider my proposal?"

"Hahahaha!" Xun Guozhu burst out laughing. "If you defeat him, the Desolate Academy will listen to everything you say from now on!"

"Good!"

The newcomer laughed loudly as immortal essence surged wildly about him. "The precious bottle gives birth to fragrance, the flowers come of their own accord!"

In an instant, flowers throughout the Desolate Academy tore free from their branches and continuously flew into the precious bottle. A refreshing floral fragrance spread everywhere. Anyone who inhaled it revealed an intoxicated expression.

Mister Lu and the others hurriedly circulated their spiritual power to resist it, but before long, they too sank into it, completely unaware.

"Despicable trick," Xun Guozhu snorted coldly.

He waved his hand, and instantly carried everyone to a distant location, simultaneously dispelling the floral fragrance from their bodies.

Everyone snapped awake, their faces filled with lingering fear. Just now, it was as if they had fallen into a floral illusion realm, completely cut off from the outside world and immersed in the rich fragrance. If someone had attacked them then, they wouldn't even have known how they died.

An illusion-type spiritual treasure?

Fang Chen studied the precious bottle with interest, studying its power.

The newcomer held the bottle aloft and looked at Fang Chen with a half-smile. "Mister Fang, why not just admit defeat? If I fully activate this spiritual treasure, you'll eventually become one of the flowers inside it, turning into nourishment."

"Go ahead. Try activating it at full power," Fang Chen said.

The newcomer frowned slightly and shook his head. "You won't give up, huh? If you have a spiritual treasure, you'd better take it out now. Otherwise, you will never get a chance."

He immediately poured terrifying amounts of immortal essence into the precious bottle.

The next moment, Fang Chen felt a strange force descend from the void. On the tops of his feet, his neck, and his arms, vivid spirit flowers bloomed one after another. Each flower felt like a massive mountain pressing down on him, constantly trying to devour his immortal essence and flesh.

The newcomer smiled faintly, as if victory were assured, and plucked a flower from the bottle, holding it beneath his nose to inhale gently.

"What fragrance... It's truly fragrant. There is nothing more beautiful in the world than this."

"You certainly have leisure to spare. Unfortunately... I'm a crude man, I don't know how to appreciate this."

Fang Chen's body shook. Instantly, the flowers were shattered by surging, razor-sharp immortal essence. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying, piercing sword intent swept out, instantly severing all the floral fragrance in heaven and earth.

The newcomer was startled. "This!"

He instinctively raised the precious bottle to block the incoming sword intent.

Boom!

He was blasted backwards, dragging two deep trenches into the ground, over a hundred zhang long.

A faint crack appeared on the precious bottle.

"Wait!"

The newcomer subconsciously wanted to stop the duel. He couldn't comprehend how Fang Chen had damaged his spiritual treasure with one attack!

Unfortunately, Fang Chen did not stop. Instead, as casually as strolling through a garden, he unleashed one terrifying, razor-sharp sword intent after another.

Under his sword intents, the newcomer was completely incapable of counterattacking and could only remain on the defensive.

After an unknown number of exchanges, a deafening crash resounded, and the precious bottle was blasted apart by sword intent, shattering into dust.

Even so, Fang Chen still did not stop.

Sword intents fell again and again.

The newcomer's hair came loose, and his robe was torn to shreds. From beginning to end, his attacks were like a lamb facing a ferocious tiger, utterly powerless.

Mister Lu and the others stared at the scene in horror and disbelief.

Xun Guozhu couldn't help but stroke his beard and chuckle. "Sword cultivators are known as invincible among peers, and this kid is invincible among the invincible."

"I won't fight anymore! I concede!"

The newcomer, hair disheveled and wearing only white undergarments, stopped circulating immortal essence and surrendered decisively.

He had already realized that from start to finish, Fang Chen had been toying with him, never using his full strength. This realization filled him with utter despair.

He had come with a spiritual treasure in hand, thinking this time he wouldn't be driven away in disgrace like last time by the patriarch. Who could have known he'd run into a complete monster!

Fang Chen's methods were clearly far more refined than the patriarch's.

He had never imagined that a spiritual treasure could be destroyed by sheer force!

"You're backing out?" Fang Chen sighed. "I destroyed your spiritual treasure. Between us, a mortal grudge has formed."

The man shook his head hard. "I won't fight. That spiritual treasure wasn't mine, it was only something I borrowed."

"But..." Fang Chen looked at the now-barren hills all around. "You damaged the flowers and plants here. That debt should be repaid with your life, shouldn't it?"

The newcomer sucked in a sharp breath. "Just for damaging some spirit flowers, I have to pay with my life!?"

He immediately reacted and said at once, "I'll replant the area with spirit flowers as compensation."

Fang Chen neither agreed nor refused. "Your surname should be Huang, right?"

Huang Longque was startled. "How do you know... are you a cultivator of the Spirit God Sect!?"

His expression turned extremely grave.

"What is Huang Qingque to you?" Fang Chen asked with a faint smile.

Huang Longque was shocked. "You even know my cousin?"

"Of course I know him. Your cousin once founded Xie Zhi. His ambitions were lofty, and his conduct was nothing like your unreasonable tyranny. In dealing with people, he surpasses you by hundreds, even thousands of times," Fang Chen said calmly.

"You came here, even if you did nothing at all, it would have been fine. Yet you insisted on forcing the local powers to serve you. How is that any different from the Spirit God Sect? Or is it that after Xie Zhi was disbanded, you Killing Spiritual Division cultivators think you can truly do whatever you please?"

A flash of fear suddenly appeared in Huang Longque's eyes. "You even know about Xie Zhi's disbandment... Don't tell me, you're a former Xie Zhi cultivator?"

He knew all too well what kind of people the Xie Zhi cultivators that Huang Qingque had gathered were like. They wouldn't care about his background at all. That group of cultivators was utterly unrestrained, lawless, and fearless.