Chapter 529: Chapter 175: 26 Free Attribute Points! The Ancestors of the Imperial City Fu Clan! (10,000-word epic Chapter, please subscribe)_5
The person speaking had a rather hoarse voice, "Who would have thought, who would have thought... By the time it came to my generation, the Fu Clan has declined to such a state that a single person could push the Fu Clan to a critical juncture."
"I am able to control every little movement within the clan, and I heard you unleashed a massacre, mentioning the Fu Clan of Nanjun."
"I dare to guess that you have come from Nanjun. The offerings due from Nanjun have been delayed and I suspect it has something to do with you."
"Am I right?!"
As the elder spoke more and more, the atmosphere around the Fu Clan’s residence grew more and more peculiar. Anyone could see that the old coot seemed to be stalling for time.
Fan Wu certainly saw through it, but he didn’t mind.
Fan Wu answered with a smile, "Elder, you are not wrong."
"Can you tell this old man how you dealt with the Fu Family of Nanjun?" the Head of the Fu Family asked with a sigh.
"I left it in name only. The Head of the Nanjun Fu Family, Fu Daoxiong, is dead, and what’s left are just shrimps," Fan Wu candidly replied. "I, poor Taoist that I am, have a kind heart; I couldn’t bear to wipe them all out. Killing seven to eight out of ten was pretty much enough."
"The remainder are left to the officials and the Imperial Inspector of Nanjun to tie up the loose ends. Those guilty are taken to the grand prison to await their fate, while those innocent just need to live out their lives as ordinary people."
The Head of the Fu Family’s wrinkled hands trembled imperceptibly.
"So that’s how it is..." The Head of the Fu Family laughed without sound. "I thought only the main family was unlucky, but I didn’t expect the Nanjun branch to be the first to face misfortune. Fu Daoxiong... I remember him, he was quite a formidable character. Unexpectedly, he’s dead."
"Indeed, you are kind enough... at least, you left them with a future."
Taking a deep breath, the Head of the Fu Family’s hands, which had been holding up the incense burner, saw the incense completely burnt out.
He slowly put the incense burner down, his movements shaky, as he stood up from the cushion.
He seemed to have sat for too long, to the point where his legs had gone numb.
He almost tumbled to the ground headfirst.
"Old age, must admit it’s hard not to yield to it," said the Head of the Fu Family, his face terrifying, with no sign of rage noticeable. It felt as if the deaths of his clansmen had no effect on him.
"But this old man wasn’t supposed to age like this, and it would have taken several more decades to reach my current state. However, you, young man, have shortened these decades."
"Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed violently and asked Fan Wu, "Before we both pass, could you tell this old man your name?"
"Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu," Fan Wu responded.
"Qiulong Temple... Qiulong Temple..." the Head of the Fu Family forced a difficult smile, "Just the name sounds quite intimidating."
"Indeed, my master might have just come up with the name on a whim," Fan Wu agreed.
"You may look like a brute, but this old man thinks you’re not a brute; you should be able to tell that I’m stalling for time. Why didn’t you stop me just now?"
The Head of the Fu Family said, "Do you realize, by waiting until now to stop me, it’s already... too late."
Fan Wu chuckled, "Maybe I just wanted to see what the esteemed ancestors of the Fu Family were like! To see what those who followed The Holy Emperor in founding the Great Zhou looked like."
"Heh... hahahaha!" The Head of the Fu Family couldn’t help but laugh aloud. "I wasn’t as arrogant as you when I was young."
"People always say that our Imperial City Fu Clan’s way of doing things is too bold, but compared to you, what does that amount to?"
"You flatter me," Fan Wu said as he tore the rather shabby clothes on his body.
Exposing muscles that were incredibly knotted.
Fan Wu continued with a smile, "Actually, I’m quite modest in many situations."
"Hahaha! To think I’d be amused at death’s door. This old man can ask the ancestors to leave your young body intact," the Head of the Fu Family spoke every word without malice.
Yet it conveyed an omnipresent sense of crisis.
As if one was trapped in a deadly situation.
"Old man, why don’t you consider this, what if your ancestors are the ones I take care of?" Fan Wu spoke without a trace of nervousness, but with a hint of a smile.
"Hahahahahaha!" The Head of the Fu Family’s life force waned further, he held his stomach and laughed out loud, "Hahahaha! What a bold young Taoist! If what you say does happen... then I, at this very place, must ask you not to beat my family’s ancestors too badly."
"I shall comply," Fan Wu said as he bent down to pick up a pebble and continued, "Seeing an old man, his life force slowly ebbing, is truly heart-rending."
"How about I send you off on your journey? What do you think?"
The Head of the Fu Family laughed, "Good!"
Whoosh—
The stone whizzing through the air caught the smile on the Head of the Fu Family’s face, freezing it solid. A hole appeared in the center of his forehead, and another at the back of his head. It was a wound that went right through the skull.
The Head of the Fu Family’s brains were churned into a mush by that pebble, and his consciousness slipped into perpetual slumber at that moment.
And his soul?
After using the secret technique of the family, he no longer had a soul left.
