12dz Chapter 66 Prove You Are a Cultivator
Chapter 66 Prove You Are a Cultivator
Chapter Sixty-Six: Prove You Are a Cultivator
"Zhuo Yang, don't be so arrogant. This is the home of one of Lingzhou's top tycoons. Fu Hai Trading Company occupies half of Lingzhou's territory. If you act recklessly in my house, it will cause a major incident!"
Fu Zhiqi was startled and quickly invoked his identity to try and stop Zhuo Yang.
"A major event?" Zhuo Yang sneered twice. "No matter how big the event is, as long as it's a fight between cultivators, the Dragon Court won't interfere!"
With a flick of the longsword, a dragon's roar echoed endlessly, as if the entire villa was enveloped by a powerful sword aura, ready to unleash a massacre at any moment.
Fu Zhiqi trembled under the force of the sword. His cultivation had not broken through, and he could not withstand Zhuo Yang's killing intent at all.
"No, I'm not a cultivator. Our Fu family are just ordinary merchants!" Fu Zhiqi cried out, his face pale. "You can't kill ordinary people, or the entire cultivation world will hunt you down!"
Zhuo Yang almost laughed out of anger, and retorted, "You're saying you're not a cultivator?"
"Yes, I am not a cultivator!" Fu Zhiqi insisted.
"Then..." A murderous glint flashed in Zhuo Yang's eyes, affecting the air in the villa and instantly lowering the temperature. "I'll stab you once. If you dodge, you're a cultivator, and I'll stab you a few more times. If you can't dodge, you're not a cultivator, and I'll turn around and leave!"
As he climbed the steps, his longsword remained perfectly still, never trembling, and always pointed at Fu Zhiqi.
Locked onto by the murderous intent, Fu Zhi found it difficult to even move. The thought of escaping flashed through his mind several times, but his legs just wouldn't move.
"Are you ready?" Zhuo Yang asked calmly, thrusting out his sword.
Fu Zhiqi was so shocked that the hairs on his body stood on end. He didn't care about anything else and instinctively dodged away.
"Get out of the way, you're a cultivator!" Zhuo Yang sneered, like a cat catching a mouse.
"No...it was instinct!" Fu Zhiqi shouted hurriedly, taking the opportunity to retreat into the corridor.
Zhuo Yang approached step by step, "I'll give you one chance, try again!"
The longsword trembled again, and the roar of a dragon echoed throughout the entire villa once more.
The tip of the sword gleamed coldly, as if it contained the killing intent of heaven and earth. Once locked onto, there was no chance of escape.
Fu Zhiqi was so agitated by the murderous intent that he couldn't move his feet and watched helplessly as the sword tip pierced towards him.
The next moment, the sword tip stopped at his throat.
Zhuo Yang sneered with a disdainful look, "Killing you with one sword was too easy. This one doesn't count. Let's start over!"
After saying that, he sheathed his longsword and thrust it out again.
The murderous intent flashed by, then returned fiercely.
My heart had just relaxed when it was immediately tensed up again.
Fu Zhiqi was extremely uncomfortable from this sudden relaxation followed by a sharp tightening. In a panic, he shouted, "If you have the guts, just kill me!"
"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang pointed his sword at Fu Zhiqi and sneered, "I won't kill you with one sword, because that would be too easy. I'll let you experience what it's like to have your life and death in someone else's hands."
"You can only die if I let you die. If I don't let you die, you'll live like a dog!"
Thinking of his family's fate being secretly manipulated, Zhuo Yang was filled with rage.
With a whoosh, the longsword shot out like lightning.
Fu Zhiqi's left thigh was immediately pierced by the long sword.
With a flash of the sword, a trail of blood splattered on the ground. Zhuo Yang stood there, sword in hand, and said indifferently, "This sword was for myself. The Fu family aided and abetted the wicked, harming a mere college graduate like me. They have no shame!"
Fu Zhiqi was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak. He clutched his bleeding thigh and tried to crawl backward.
I'm really scared now, and I no longer have the guts to fool Zhuo Yang with empty words.
Zhuo Yang approached step by step: "Next is the second sword!"
He deliberately spoke slowly so that Fu Zhiqi would understand clearly and be prepared.
"No!" Fu Zhiqi's eyes widened in fear as he raised his hands, trying to grab Zhuo Yang's sword.
Unfortunately, Zhuo Yang's sword was even faster than he had imagined.
A flash of cold light, and blood splattered once more.
A spurt of blood shot up to the ceiling, leaving behind astonishing crimson petals.
Fu Zhiqi's right leg was also pierced, and blood gushed out, quickly forming a bloody puddle on the floor.
After the screams subsided, Fu Zhiqi raised his face, which was covered in cold sweat, and roared, "If you've got the guts, go find Wang Shanlong! He's the one who orchestrated everything. Taking your anger out on a retired old man like me, are you even human?"
"A retired old man?" Zhuo Yang looked at him with disdain. "Let's get back to the topic. I'll prove whether you're a cultivator or not."
He raised his left hand, and a burst of lightning danced in his palm.
“Next, I will use a lightning technique to strike your left hand. If you do not resist, your left hand will be burned to a crisp by the lightning and fire,” Zhuo Yang said quietly.
"What?" Fu Zhiqi trembled and raised his left hand in astonishment.
Resisting would prove he was a cultivator; not resisting would destroy Zhuo Yang's left hand.
What should we do? What should we do?
He was torn between the two choices.
"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang sneered, and lightning surged from his palm.
He flipped his hand and slapped Fu Zhiqi's left hand.
Thunder in the Palm!
A bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl erupted instantly.
"what……"
Fu Zhiqi screamed in agony.
He also stretched out his hand, and a black aura quickly wrapped around his palm, powerfully blocking Zhuo Yang's palm lightning.
The lightning dissipated, but black smoke still lingered on his arm.
Zhuo Yang sneered disdainfully, "Now what do you have to say, Mr. Fu Zhiqi, or rather, cultivator Fu Zhiqi?"
Fu Zhiqi's cheeks trembled. He swung his left arm forcefully, and black smoke immediately billowed from all parts of his body. Then he stood up, and the bleeding from the wounds on his legs quickly stopped, and even the wounds began to heal rapidly.
"Soul-binding and body-tempering?" Zhuo Yang scoffed dismissively.
Fu Zhiqi was struck dumb, and asked in shock, "You actually know about Soul Binding and Body Tempering?"
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "Tonight I killed an old woman. There was a vengeful ghost inside her, and she was the one who told me that."
"Impossible!" Fu Zhiqi exclaimed in disbelief as the black smoke grew thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping his body.
His face turned sinister and terrifying, and he said ferociously, "We, the Fu family, will never let a ghost escape!"
“I killed Fu Yayue, so the vengeful spirit inside her was naturally freed.” Zhuo Yang looked at Fu Zhiqi with icy eyes.
"No, you can't kill her, you don't have that kind of ability!" Fu Zhiqi was furious. Black smoke instantly enveloped his entire body, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Gradually, his eyes turned bloodshot, and in the blink of an eye, they were filled with intense resentment.
"The vengeful ghost has appeared." Zhuo Yang smiled faintly. "Do you wish for liberation? I can help you!"
"what……"
A piercing scream responded violently, shaking the entire villa. With a crisp sound, all the glass shattered.
"You disagree?" Zhuo Yang asked expressionlessly, raising his longsword once more.
Liu Yubao was an exception. The vengeful ghost trapped inside Fu Zhiqi's body not only did not want to die, but also showed strong hostility towards Zhuo Yang, trying to drag Zhuo Yang into the ghost realm as well.