1289 Fu Clan Patriarch
The Fu Clan patriarch had been stuck inside the room for a month, still seething in a fury over his grandson’s death. He hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to bury his grandson since he was stuck inside the chamber.
He had tried attacking his way out, but to his surprise, the defenses of the room were way too strong for him to do so. He could only seethe in fury and wait for something to happen.
The first day he was inside, he tried his best to call for aid. The second day he continued calling for aid as well, but along with that, he tried other means to get out.
After a week or so passed with him being inside, he hoped the Demon Realm would send him out since it was about time for the Demon Realm to close again. When that happened, everyone was sent outside.
However, even a day past the destined day, nothing happened. The old man had since then stopped doing anything and simply sat down to cultivate.
He would cultivate in the room next door, but the corpse there unsettled him. It also made him wonder if he was going to just die here, like him. Would his body turn to bones before someone found him too?
Just to keep these sorts of thoughts off his mind, he had to stay out of that room. He also worried about what happened to his people outside. Had the beast they were capturing been freed? Hopefully not.
Hopefully, someone had managed to catch the young man and used him as a barter to not get attacked by the beast. If no one, the old man had faith that the Song Family’s patriarch could do it. She was unnaturally strong thanks to her blood aura usage after all.
So, the old man got rid of most thoughts and started cultivating. He was used to deep cultivation that would go on for years on end. Spending a year or two just cultivating was pass time for him.
So, he did the same here too. He closed his eyes and focused on cultivating. However, after just half a month had passed since he started his deep cultivation, he felt a disturbance in the Qi in the room and opened his eyes.
Just as he did, he saw the black-robed youth teleport into the room.
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“It’s so thick,” he thought as he felt the aura. “No wonder time moves so slowly here.”
He only had to simply think while activating the medallion and the script controlling the time aura immediately vanished. To Alex’s surprise, he didn’t only deactivate the time scripts for this chamber, but also the many sped-up cultivation caves that were in the 3rd mountain.
“You!” the old man immediately stood up when he saw Alex come in. “Did the others send you to free me? Unfortunately, I have no plans on leaving here with you alive. You killed my grandson, so you will die all the same.”
In the old man’s mind, there was only one reason Alex would come here right now. He had lost and was captured before being forced by the ones he was captured by to free him.
‘It must have been the Song family patriarch,’ he thought. ‘I will have to apologize to her later for killing someone with blood as strong as his.’
He did not care that the Song family patriarch was going to get angry with him for killing him. His mind was completely taken over by his anger to make any wise decisions.
All he wanted was to kill the one that killed his grandson.
“Who’s Fu Xiran to you?” Alex asked the old man.
The old man’s eyes immediately narrowed when he heard that. “How do you know my granddaughter’s name?” he asked. “She already died a decade ago.”
“Technically, she died 40 years ago,” Alex corrected him. “And the reason I know about her is that I killed her.”
The old man couldn’t help but get confused when he heard that. “You… killed Xiran?” he asked.
“I cut her body in half when she was escaping with her talisman,” Alex said. “Didn’t her separated body get teleported outside?”
The old man’s anger returned, only this time with more intensity. “Are you saying you killed Xiran too?” he asked.
“Yes,” Alex said. “So, you have two grandchildren to avenge now. Come kill me.”
“You bastard!” the old man’s fury reached its peak as even without his intention, a wave of spiritual attack flew out of him, attacking everything in every direction.
It was a rolling wave of energy that moved like a wave in the ocean, sweeping away things that were in its path.
Alex simply stood still as the attack crashed onto him. He felt a burden on his mind, but it wasn’t something he could handle.
All he had to do was enforce the spiritual energy in his own spiritual sea and the attack wouldn’t affect him at all.
The old man dashed forward will every intent to kill Alex. He didn’t use any weapon he simply punched Alex in the chest as hard as he could.
His original plan with Alex did not involve killing him at all. There was so much more he wanted from Alex just like everyone else did.
However, those wants could not stand in front of his need to take revenge for his children. So, he punched Alex in the chest.
A True Emperor 4th realm cultivator like Alex wouldn’t even have any bones remaining after such a strong hit from someone in the early Saint Core realm. Or so the old man thought.
However, when the punch landed, all that happened was the old man felt his own bones crack. Alex on the other hand wasn’t even pushed back at all.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Alex asked with a sneer on his face.
The old man ignored his fist which was in pain and looked at Alex with a horrified face. What was it? A formation? A talisman? Some sort of defensive artifact? What was it?
How was someone so weak capable of stopping his attack? No, not just stopping, how was someone so weak capable of hurting him back?
“How?” he couldn’t help but speak out loud.
“How?” Alex repeated. “Well, let me show you.”
The veil that concealed his cultivation base lifted at once as the Saint Core 5th realm aura spread throughout the room at once.
The old man’s body shuddered when he felt a cultivation base that was not only stronger than him but far more potent as well.
While his senses told him this was a Saint Core realm cultivation base, the pressure it put on his body was completely different.
“H-how? How are you so strong?” the man asked. “You… have you been hiding your cultivation all this time?”
“Are you hearing yourself, old man?” Alex asked. “Do you think I would run from here if I was so strong?”
“Then… how?” he asked.
“It’s been 3 decades since you’ve been stuck here, old man,” Alex said. “You were strong back then, so I had no choice but to leave you here.”
“However, now that I’m stronger, I’ve come back for my revenge,” he said. “Since you’ve made me wait so long for this, I’m going to have to get some interest on top of that too.”