As a direct disciple of the Marquis of Chongwu, it was only natural that the Marquis taught Ye Chuan the technique of the Yin Spirit Leaving the Body.
Generally speaking, the speed of the Yin Spirit leaving the body is much faster than the speed at which a martial artist strikes.
It's like when the Marquis of Chongwu was in the Guanghan Palace but could use his Yin Spirit to instantly travel thousands of miles to slay the Tuo Dragon.
However, compared to the Marquis's Yin Spirit, Ye Chuan had not practiced the technique for long and was still very inexperienced. He was essentially forcing it out. On top of that, his mind was blank, and he was overwhelmed with fear, making the situation even more chaotic and clumsy.
Once Ye Chuan's Yin Spirit left his body, it was like a kite with a broken string, flying erratically everywhere.
He couldn't even control its movements, let alone attack Fang Yuan!
"This kid's Yin Spirit is a complete mess. With his own spirit in such a state, he will die from soul dislocation without even needing Fang Yuan's intervention!"
Liu Dong frowned, his body turning into a streak of light as he rushed into the arena to try and save him!
But the next moment, Liu Dong's pupils constricted!
Because Fang Yuan had somehow already drawn the giant sword from his back.
At the same time, a vertical line, glowing with a blood-red hue, appeared on Ye Chuan's body.
It was a perfectly straight line, from his head to his waist.
The heavy sword was blunt, but under Fang Yuan's "Slash," even if it were a hammer, it could still unleash a slash.
Fang Yuan let out a gentle breath, not wanting Ye Chuan to die because of his own foolishness. This good deed value was something he had to collect.
"Bastard!" Ye Chuan's Yin Spirit let out a roar as he felt the collapse of his physical body.
Without the body, the Yin Spirit was like a wandering soul, with no place to rest. It could only dissipate into the world.
"I'll die with you!" Ye Chuan, unwilling to give up, screamed at Fang Yuan. He wanted to use the last moments of his Yin Spirit to strike a fatal blow at him.
However, he had already been inexperienced in using the Yin Spirit, and now that his physical body was dead, he had no foundation. The more he tried to approach Fang Yuan, the further he flew.
"Tsk..." Fang Yuan's lips curled into a gentle smile. "The last person who said that to me was a fifth-stage Demon Lord. The grass on their grave is already three meters high."
"What?!" Ye Chuan, floating in mid-air, showed a horrified expression. Fifth stage?
Fang Yuan had actually killed a fifth-stage expert?!
As a disciple of the Marquis of Chongwu, Ye Chuan had heard countless times from his master about the vast difference between the fourth and fifth stages!
Could it be that Fang Yuan had actually accomplished this?
At this moment, Ye Chuan seemed to finally understand the gap between himself and Fang Yuan.
He no longer clung to the idea of fighting to the death with Fang Yuan. He turned to look at the distant Marquis of Chongwu and shouted:
"Master, Master, save me!"
"I don't want to die yet!"
The Marquis of Chongwu remained expressionless and unmoved.
Ye Chuan's Yin Spirit continued to disintegrate, his cries growing fainter, floating further away.
Until, at a certain moment, his Yin Spirit turned into white mist and completely vanished from the world.
Before his death, Ye Chuan heard one final calm sentence:
"To die by my hand is the only thing worth remembering in your life."
As the revolving lantern spun quickly, Ye Chuan reviewed his life and, to his sorrow, realized that what Fang Yuan said was entirely true...
After all, he had received the same treatment as a powerful fifth-stage Demon Lord...
[Personally sending a mid-stage fourth-tier martial artist back home, successfully preventing his betrayal of his master. Good Deed Value +1500]
A prompt from the Book of Good People came, making Fang Yuan somewhat disappointed, as it was only this much.
There was no helping it; Ye Chuan's cultivation wasn't high, and under the influence of the Marquis of Chongwu, he hadn't committed any major wrongs. He couldn't be considered a truly evil person.
But he made the fatal mistake of trying to kill Fang Yuan.
From the moment Ye Chuan became a red name, his life had already begun its rapid countdown.
Unfortunately, one sad thing was that the national fortune seemed to have no boost for good deed value.
"Such a fast slash speed... Even though I was watching from the sidelines, I couldn't stop it!"
"The martial art he uses is really strange..."
Liu Dong's figure paused in mid-air, speechless and choking, a surge of anger rising in his chest.
He had originally planned to take this national fortune host back to the imperial city for a report, but now he had been cleanly and decisively killed!
What a disgrace!
But Liu Dong didn't act out because he knew there was an even stronger presence above him here.
On the flying boat, Ji Congyun clenched his fists, his face full of anger.
He hadn't expected Ye Chuan to be so weak. He had originally wanted to watch a good show, but now he had been fed a mouthful of dog shit!
Moreover, this was supposed to be a sparring match, so why did Fang Yuan dare to kill Ye Chuan right in front of so many people?!
Did he not even regard himself as a prince?!
Ji Congyun had originally planned to loudly criticize Fang Yuan's actions, but when he saw Liu Dong remain silent, he also wisely swallowed his words and kept quiet.
As a prince, he wasn't stupid. The highest authority here was neither him nor Liu Dong.
Perhaps the Marquis of Chongwu would be angry because Fang Yuan had killed his former direct disciple.
"Fist and feet have no eyes..." The Marquis of Chongwu finally spoke, directly classifying the battle:
"Ye Chuan was outmatched; his death was his own fault."
Once these words were spoken, Liu Dong closed his eyes, his heart sinking.
He had been too smug earlier. If he had known, he would never have agreed to Ye Chuan's request.
Mainly, he hadn't expected Fang Yuan to be so strong. The national fortune host was supposed to be favored by good luck while in the realm of Yan, and with him watching from the sidelines, he had assumed nothing too unexpected would happen.
But unexpectedly... in front of Fang Yuan, the national fortune host's good luck didn't seem to work at all?!
The Marquis of Chongwu's Yin Spirit appeared beside Ye Chuan, showing no emotion toward his former disciple.
The Marquis of Chongwu took Ye Chuan's Xuanhuang pouch from his waist, and with a wave of his hand, the seven scattered Seven Star Swords fell back into the pouch.
"It's yours now." The Marquis tossed the pouch to Fang Yuan. "Pour magic power into it to use it."
Fang Yuan caught it and immediately did so, only to find that the space inside the pouch was quite large—about the size of an ordinary bedroom.
In addition to the Seven Star Swords, there were other items inside.
The must-have artifact for travelers in the cultivation world: the spatial storage pouch!
Forget about the Seven Star Swords; just this pouch was a great item. It would be much more convenient in the future.
As a direct disciple of the Marquis of Chongwu, Ye Chuan's treatment had indeed been top-notch.
"Thank you, Master." Fang Yuan thanked him and naturally attached the storage pouch to his waist.
He also put the Earth Sword, which had been on his back, into it. The Earth Sword gave a slight vibration, as if it were telling Fang Yuan it didn't want to be locked away in the small black room.
But Fang Yuan didn't care whether it wanted to go or not; he forcefully shoved it inside.