Chapter 127: A Ledger Alone Is Insufficient to Convict a Commoner Woman

“Damn it, it seems I have no choice but to use force.”

With a silent thought, Fa Wuchang’s face grew cold the next moment. His gaze swept around the assembled sect leaders and clan heads before finally raising his hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions erupted. It was visible to the naked eye that the disciples of the major sects and family members within Endless City all unleashed their energy simultaneously.

As their power surged forth, the entire Endless City began to tremble and hum, causing the scattered cultivators to shift their gazes with a changed expression.

Fa Wuchang’s voice turned icy. “I’ll say this once: all outsiders, disperse immediately. I will count to three. After that, anyone still here will be attacked by all of us. One!”

As soon as his words echoed, the faces of everyone present changed. Instantly, all eyes turned to Fang Heng.

Fang Heng raised an eyebrow and spoke coolly, “Fa Wuchang, are you crazy? These are all people of Endless City. If you dare lay a hand on them, do you still expect trade and commerce to continue afterward?”

“Hmph. Brother Fang, you’ve miscalculated. We do care about trade and commerce in Endless City, and even more about the flow of people. But these matters aren’t decided by these individuals. Where is this place? This is Endless City. And what is Endless City? It’s the place closest to the Broken Domain. And what is the Broken Domain? The Broken Domain is a land full of opportunities and dangers! In other words, as long as the Broken Domain exists, Endless City will exist. And as long as Endless City exists, people will continuously enter and leave. Killing these people might affect Endless City somewhat, but not for long. Endless City will flourish again soon enough.”

Fa Wuchang snorted coldly. “Therefore, this is a loss we can bear.”

The scattered cultivators’ faces darkened at his words.

Fang Heng frowned briefly but then nodded. “Indeed, you have a point. With the Broken Domain there, it’s impossible for Endless City to fall into ruin.”

“So I advise you, Brother Fang, to stop resisting. Two!”

Fa Wuchang uttered the next number, causing everyone to tremble.

At that moment, Fang Heng suddenly smiled.

“I must say, you’re very right, and your decision is sound. But there’s one thing you haven’t considered, which throws everything off.”

Fa Wuchang’s brow furrowed. “What have I not considered?”

“Here, it’s not just you and us. There’s also a group of outsiders—people from beyond the realm.”

Fang Heng said, “Do you think these outsiders wouldn’t notice such changes?”

At his words, the faces of all the sect and clan members shifted.

“Of course, I can tell you’ve set up formations and sealed all spatial exits so these outsiders can’t send messages out.”

Fang Heng continued, “But don’t forget, I’m also an outsider—and a very influential one at that. This means if I want, I can notify the Alchemist Guild to come here at any time. Right now, they’re searching for treasures elsewhere in the Broken Domain. I can sense them, and I also sense many others with them, all searching for something. If the Alchemist Guild moves, those outsiders will all move too. Once the outsiders act as one, the entire situation will be rewritten. You want to monopolize this? Impossible.”

Fa Wuchang fell silent, unable to respond.

What Fang Heng said was perfectly true. There was nothing he could do to move against him.

“Heh, I see you understand,” Fang Heng smiled. “Then don’t waste time. Expand the portal, and let everyone enter together. That’s the best choice. Otherwise, if I send the message out, the situation will become even more chaotic. Your sects and clans won’t be able to control it and will only watch helplessly as it spirals out of your hands.”

“I don’t believe you’d dare.”

Suddenly, the Sect Master of the Fa Realm spoke coldly. “If you do that, you’ll make an enemy of every clan and sect in Endless City.”

“I never act based on courage, only on necessity,” Fang Heng said with a faint smile. “Put simply, if I think it’s necessary, then I must do it, and no one can stop me. Likewise, if I don’t think it’s necessary, I won’t do it. Even if others tell me to act, I won’t. Right now, the situation isn’t desperate enough for me to act. That’s the best outcome. But if you force the situation to develop the way I want, then I will act. Want to test that?”

The Sect Master’s face darkened but he dared not speak further.

All eyes then turned to Fa Wuchang, who was now clearly the leader of all the organizations in Endless City.

“Very well.”

Fa Wuchang finally nodded. “Brother Fang’s methods overwhelm mine at every turn. Your opinion is one we cannot ignore. You say everyone should enter together—fine, we agree. Just promise not to inform those outsiders.”

“Of course,” Fang Heng smiled. “And I’m actually helping you. If everyone goes in, those hidden outsiders in the city will also be forced inside, unable to contact their allies. Isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?”

“Brother Fang speaks well,” Fa Wuchang said coldly. “But now is not the time for words. Everyone, please.”

With that, Fa Wuchang waved his hand again, and the sect and clan members parted to open a void passage. Seeing this, the scattered cultivators beside Fang Heng grew excited and quickly surged forward.

Watching them rush in, Fang Heng and the others smiled. After a moment, Fang Heng felt enough had entered and gave a glance to Jiaoshen and Ling Xuan, then vanished into the passage, followed swiftly by the two.

After a dizzying whirl, the three arrived in an utterly desolate world. The sky was yellow, the ground black, and the surrounding aura was cold and sinister—seemingly a realm of complete death.

Countless young cultivators looked around in confusion, obviously unsure of this place.

“This isn’t right,” Ling Xuan said suddenly. “According to the information you gave me, the Puppet Master should be here, but now he’s nowhere to be seen.”

“Hmm, that’s my question too,” Fang Heng said coldly.

Clatter! Clatter!

Just as Fang Heng finished speaking, an eerie noise echoed through the black land. Black rays of light suddenly rose from the ground, releasing fierce auras. Upon sensing this energy, everyone’s faces changed.

“Bad! That’s the aura of puppets!”

Seeing the black light, Fang Heng’s eyes narrowed. “And each puppet possesses Divine Martial power!”

“My heavens! What kind of place is this? Isn’t this where the Fate Divine Cauldron pointed us? How could such danger be here?”

Ling Xuan exclaimed, stepping back immediately.

“This isn’t the time to ponder that—prepare defenses! I can see the number of puppets is growing constantly. There are already over a hundred! That’s more than a hundred Divine Martial puppets!”

Jiaoshen shouted. Hearing this, Fang Heng and Jiaoshen nodded as a buzzing energy surged within them—they began to channel their powers.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

As they activated their powers, howls emerged from the black lights. In moments, the black lights coalesced into humanoid forms, radiating fierce auras. They charged at the assembled cultivators.

Explosions erupted, screams followed. Many scattered cultivators were Divine Martial, but there were even more Soul Martial among them. They had come seeking fortune, never imagining such monsters awaited. Over a dozen were seriously wounded, with only a few Divine Martial and the strongest Soul Martial holding off the puppet attacks.

“Kill!”

Seeing the weaker Soul Martial suffer, Fang Heng roared and surged forward. His True Martial Sword sliced through three puppets, causing explosions that shattered their bodies instantly.

Fang Heng had urged these Soul Martial to come, and though their greed was their own fault, he still felt responsible. He could not stand idly by while these weaker cultivators were slaughtered.

“Dragon Spear Technique!”

“Great Demon God Fist!”

Seeing Fang Heng strike, Jiaoshen and Ling Xuan unleashed their attacks. Golden spear lights and blood-red fists swept across the puppets, shattering over ten and giving the wounded Soul Martial a moment to catch their breath.

Roar!

Just as the trio stood proud, the howls rose again. The puppets Fang Heng had destroyed began reassembling, seemingly unharmed, resurrecting anew.

“What kind of monsters are these?”

The Divine Martial cultivators present all cried out in alarm. Fang Heng’s gaze grew cold. Turning, he looked at Jiaoshen and Ling Xuan behind him.

At his look, Ling Xuan nodded immediately. “Got it. I’ll handle the offense!”