Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 568 Bloodline Mutation (Part 2)

"Are you saying I brought this on myself...?" Fang He sneered, "Didn't you know when I did those things...?"

Jingtian Manor has gradually become wealthy and powerful over the years. Don't you know why? It's because they've profited greatly from those shady deals.

"..."

Zhao Ziyang didn't speak, he just looked at him calmly, without a trace of expression.

"The sect has become powerful, the headmaster has become wealthy, and now look what's happened. I'm the one who has to take the blame for everything, and you're here to clean house in broad daylight." Fang He smiled bitterly.

"I never said I wanted you to collude with the Green Robe Alliance," Zhao Ziyang said calmly. "Heh..." Fang He sneered, realizing that arguing was pointless, and said no more.

He casually tossed the mother and daughter aside, let out a low roar, and his muscles seemed to explode, bulging once more, his hair rippling like waves that spread and vibrated from his entire body.

In an instant, he grew to more than two meters tall, almost touching the roof of the house.

Now we can't be thinking about the consequences of bloodline mutation; if we don't fight with all our might, we'll really be dead.

Bang! ! !

Fang He stomped down hard, and with the immense power he gained, he transformed into a blur. The strong wind he generated instantly shredded the furniture in the room into pieces.

“Xuan…Qing…Suo…”

Zhao Ziyang remained calm and composed, standing still in place.

A golden brush appeared in his hand, and he slowly drew something in the void.

His movements appeared slow, but in reality, they were incredibly fast. As the last stroke landed, the brush was instantly illuminated with a burst of golden light.

laugh! ! !

Countless golden strokes, like ropes, shot down and landed on Fang He.

Fang and the enormous ape's body were instantly slowed to a speed visible to the naked eye.

He roared repeatedly, trying to break free of his restraints.

However, nothing works.

These delicate golden strokes, seemingly fragile, are in fact incredibly resilient, far beyond the capabilities of ordinary physical strength to withstand.

Zhao Ziyang continued his movements, sketching continuously in mid-air.

A huge golden "lock" character, binding Fang and his limbs and torso, slowly emerged.

Fang He's body was just one step away from Zhao Ziyang when it was completely blocked and brought to a standstill.

After his bloodline underwent mutation, Fang He's strength was completely transformed into bloodline power, which enabled him to break through the shackles and achieve the first awakening of his bloodline.

However, it seems that the power of his bloodline is no match for Zhao Ziyang, the Azure Dragon.

"burst…..."

Zhao Ziyang looked at Fang He, who was motionless in front of him, and uttered a single word.

The golden "lock" character instantly burst outwards, and the golden light directly enveloped the entire room.

Beams of light, like rays, shot straight out from the cracks in the room in all directions.

Bang! ! ! ! !

After a loud crash, Fang He, covered in blood, smashed through the wall like a rag doll and flew backward. He landed heavily in a street corner and rolled into a garbage heap full of rotten vegetables and swill.

Ignoring the filth and stench, he yanked himself out of the garbage heap, rushed into the dark alley, and fled into the distance.

Zhao Ziyang watched Fang He's fleeing figure in silence.

It wasn't that he couldn't kill Fang He, but he couldn't bear to personally take the life of his colleague of many years.

and…...

He looked around at the spies from various factions who had been eyeing him covetously for a long time.

Fang He was so badly injured that even if he didn't intervene, he probably wouldn't survive.

Zhao Ziyang sighed, stopped worrying about it, and turned to walk towards Jingtian Manor.

His actions this time should have settled his score with Fang He, giving him a reason to respond to the government troops' next harassment. Fang He ran wildly along the alley, heading towards a secluded and quiet place.

His body was covered in blood and stained with a lot of dust and gravel, and his fur was starting to show signs of fading in many places.

Zhao Ziyang's attack nearly shattered his bloodline, causing irreversible and fatal injuries.

He never expected that at this crucial moment, Zhao Ziyang, who usually didn't get involved in anything, would actually attack him.

Moreover, once they strike, it's a thunderous blow, showing no mercy.

It's pitiful that Fang He, who once dominated the world, is about to fall into this garbage dump.

Fang laughed at himself.

Thud...

He was momentarily distracted, his foot slipped, and he stumbled and bumped into the walls on either side of the alley.

Huff... Huff... Fang He gasped for breath, touching the thick, sticky blood flowing down his forehead.

His face was covered in mud and scabs, his disheveled hair was strewn with vegetable leaves and fruit peels, and he was dressed in rags.

My vision was also obscured by blood, making it somewhat blurry.

His injuries were too severe, and he finally could no longer hold on.

Tap tap…

Suddenly he heard a faint, light footstep approaching.

Fang He tried his best to open his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

The newcomer was tall and wore a gray-white shirt, revealing a angular face, a straight nose, and a pair of sharp yet steady eyes. His wide robe could not hide his explosive muscles.

“You… Han Yi…” Fang He recognized the person who came.

"Master Fang?! What are you doing here?" Han Yi asked in surprise, stopping a zhang away from Fang He.

Fang He's appearance had returned to normal by this time.

The enlarged body shrank and shrunk, revealing layers of loose skin due to the rapid changes.

"Help me... I will make you my personal disciple and appoint you as the head of the Yangzhi Academy..." Fang He struggled to straighten up, trying to make himself look less disheveled.

"The head of the Yangzhi Academy?" Han Yi looked surprised.

Taking charge of a branch and becoming its head is the ultimate goal for most inner disciples of Jingtian Manor.

If one cultivates with skill and dedication, giving everything one has, it seems that everything is within easy reach.

“That’s right… My son and disciples are all gone now. If you help me, I will definitely entrust you with all my life’s savings…”

"I also have several superior exotic animals, a ten-acre superior meat field, and hundreds of thousands of gold notes, all hidden in a secluded manor in the suburbs..." Fang He breathed heavily, his face showing hope.

"A superior mutant species, a flesh field..." Han Yi's expression was moved.

He has just experienced a depletion of qi and blood, and what he needs most is this kind of high-quality animal meat to nourish and replenish his body.

However, the production and stock of high-quality beast meat are limited, and it is firmly controlled by the high-ranking members of various forces. Even if there is a surplus, it will not be put on the market for sale.

“That’s right. From now on, you will be my only successor. Come and help me up, and let’s find a secluded place. There are too many people around here, and it’s not good to talk,” Fang He pleaded.