Chapter 38 Tricked by Su Ming! Hand Over the Yellow Spring Map!

A hundred miles outside the Yuhua Immortal Sect, in a secluded valley. Fang Yuhan knelt on the ground, coughing up blood continuously, his face increasingly haggard.

At this moment, even those familiar with him would hardly recognize the once-glorious Fang Yuhan from just two days ago. Now, he looked more like an old man on the verge of death.

“Why is this teleportation talisman so strange? Why does it consume my essence blood?”

Fang Yuhan was puzzled, then suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood. The continuous injuries and essence blood depletion had left him severely weakened and in an utterly miserable state.

“But it’s fine. I still have the Yellow Spring Map!”

“As long as I have this divine artifact, I can eventually recover everything…”

“When that time comes, I will still be the Fang Yuhan who dominates the world!”

Staggering to his feet, Fang Yuhan forced himself to stay hopeful.

Su Ming!

I, Fang Yuhan, swear I will kill you in this lifetime!

If not for you, how could I have ended up like this?

His face twisted with hatred, his resentment towards Su Ming had sunk to the marrow of his bones.

Once I find a place to cultivate and regain my strength…

One day, I will see the Wuji Demon Palace utterly destroyed!

Suddenly, a powerful aura rapidly approached from the distance.

“Not good!”

Fang Yuhan’s face changed drastically—this aura… could it be someone in the Nirvana Realm?

Panicking, he tried to flee immediately. But no matter how he tried to mobilize his spiritual energy, it was like a stone sinking into the sea—completely unusable.

Could it be… the teleportation talisman was faulty?

He realized this too late.

“Fang Yuhan! Still trying to run!”

A furious voice rang out.

In mid-air, the Yuhua Daoist’s face burned with anger, murderous intent nearly devouring Fang Yuhan.

This guy!

He almost brought ruin to our Yuhua Immortal Sect!

“Master, I—”

Fang Yuhan’s face turned pale, trying to speak, but…

Boom!

The Yuhua Daoist slammed a palm down. The terrifying force shattered Fang Yuhan’s bones instantly. He let out a miserable scream, curling up on the ground.

“This time, I won’t give you another chance to escape.”

“You’ll obediently come with me to see the Prince!”

Grabbing the half-dead Fang Yuhan, the Yuhua Daoist carried him away. One incense stick’s time later, inside the grand hall of the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

Su Ming sat on the high seat, overlooking the defeated Fang Yuhan below. This once-lucky prodigy should have quietly grown stronger and eventually ascended to emperorhood. But now, like a stray dog, his blood essence had withered, his body seriously injured.

What a pity—today would be the end.

“Fang Yuhan! How dare you!”

“A lowly descendant of the Blood Mountain Ancestor dares to cause chaos in my sect and attack the Prince!”

“Today is your execution day!”

The Yuhua Daoist roared, his voice thunderous. Fang Yuhan looked stunned. He admitted to attacking Su Ming, but who the hell was this Blood Mountain Ancestor?

“No… it’s not me. I don’t even know who this Blood Mountain Ancestor is!”

He desperately defended, panicked.

“Master, this is a misunderstanding!”

“Misunderstanding?”

“You still dare to deny it?”

The Yuhua Daoist shouted angrily.

“Our sect reveres the sword and spell arts.”

“Yet during the competition, you used a blood-qi physical technique to injure Xu Lingshan!”

“At the time, we could believe you had gained some body-tempering inheritance…”

“But today!”

“When you escaped the courtyard, it was filled with blood energy—exactly the Blood Escape technique of the Blood Mountain Ancestor! What more can you say?!”

What?

Blood Escape?

Fang Yuhan jolted awake from his daze.

In an instant, all the clues connected in his mind. The legend of the Blood Mountain Ancestor… the Blood Escape… But he used a teleportation talisman, didn’t he? Was the talisman tampered with??

“You!”

“It must be you! Su Ming, this is all your doing!”

Fang Yuhan’s eyes turned red as he stared at Su Ming, furious.

“I don’t even know that Blood Mountain guy! You framed me!”

He roared, overwhelmed with hatred.

“Silence!”

“You’re at death’s door and still dare insult the Prince!”

The Yuhua Daoist slammed another palm down.

Boom!

Fang Yuhan collapsed to his knees, screaming in agony.

“Senior Sister Fang, save me!”

“You know I’m not that kind of person—I didn’t inherit anything from Blood Mountain Ancestor!”

He turned his pleading gaze to Fang Qingxue. She had stood beside Su Ming the whole time. Hearing this, she finally spoke up.

“Shut up!”

Her eyes reddened, trembling with anger.

“I don’t even know who you truly are anymore!”

Fang Qingxue’s heart ached with guilt. If she hadn’t trusted Fang Yuhan, how would the Prince have been put in danger?

Now, she felt only cold contempt.

“You do deserve to die! The Blood Mountain Ancestor thrived on draining others’ blood to strengthen himself…”

“And you inherited his legacy. You’re a demon—the world will never accept you!”

She threw down those words and turned away, refusing to look at him again. Fang Yuhan felt as if thousands of arrows pierced his heart. His face turned pale, still trying to explain.

“It’s not me! It’s all a trap!”

“Senior Sister, please listen to me—this is all Su Ming’s scheme!”

“Enough!”

“Even now you try to shift the blame to the Prince? You disgust me!”

Fang Qingxue’s face was full of fury.

“I…”

Fang Yuhan’s face went white, his world spinning.

How did it come to this?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be!

He was a chosen one!

He should have been admired by all, destined to rise within the Yuhua Immortal Sect…

And yet now, he had become a demon?!

On the other side.

“Alright. You all wait outside. I’ll personally send him off.”

Su Ming gently patted Fang Qingxue on the shoulder in comfort. She nodded tearfully and left the hall. The Prince had spoken—no one dared to defy him. The others followed and exited. Now, only Su Ming and Fang Yuhan remained in the great hall.

“Su Ming, this is all your trickery!”

Fang Yuhan, defeated and despairing, glared at Su Ming with gritted teeth.

“My trickery? Weren’t you the one who tried to kill me from the start?”

“Your downfall—was simply karma.”

Su Ming replied coolly.

“You—you… You deserve to die!”

Fang Yuhan roared in rage.

Su Ming gave a devilish smile and said something shocking.

“That Yellow Spring Map on you… it’s time you handed it over.”

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