Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 204: The Death of Fu Jiuxin

Ye Tianling watched the young impostor, who was wielding the Profound Ice Cold Iron Rod, put on a display of arrogance and evil. Seeing the shocked yet unsurprised expressions on the faces of the crowd in the teahouse, he temporarily suppressed his own dissatisfaction and observed the man carefully.

Earlier, when he saw Ancient Fairy being deceived, he had indeed felt a sense of absurdity, but he quickly reined in his emotions and didn’t lash out.

’To hunt geese all day, only to have my eye pecked out by one,’ Ye Tianling mused. ’I’ve always been the one impersonating others to scam them, and now someone’s impersonating *me*? You little punk, just you wait until I get my hands on you.’

At such a critical time, he, Ye Tianling, was a public pariah—reviled by all, hunted like a street rat! And this person had the audacity to impersonate him now?

Ye Tianling could only be impressed. This guy didn’t just have some serious nerve; he was like the God of Longevity hanging himself—he was tired of living!

A method that could even deceive a Soul Talent... It was enough to pass off the fake as completely genuine. Even Ye Tianling himself couldn’t tell that the man was an impostor, let alone other Cultivators.

And at a time like this, with Long Tianxiao’s father, Long Fengyan, and his younger brother, Long Tianyao, around... were any of them easy targets?

’I wonder which "big shot" is so intent on courting death! But this guy even deceived Fairy, so I have to watch him closely! I can’t let him impersonate me and take advantage of my woman and my disciple. That would be a disastrous loss!’

Ye Tianling felt a sense of apprehension. After all, a ’Ye Tianling’ who would casually pull out the Profound Ice Cold Iron Rod to brutalize people was probably even more evil and shameless than he himself was!

’Could it be that this person somehow obtained my Bloodline Power and possesses some kind of heaven-defying mimicry technique? Is he using my infamous reputation to achieve some personal goal?’

’But then again, both Jin Xietian and Fu Jiuxin did have a grudge against me. They were indeed my enemies!’

’And he’s making such a scene, declaring he’s going to attack the Cyan Dragon Race, as if he’s afraid the members of the Dragon Race won’t hear about it. What’s his game?’ 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

’Does he have a grudge against the Dragon Race? But he’s unwilling to reveal his own identity, so he’s using my name to humiliate the Cyan Dragon Race?’

’When the time comes, the Cyan Dragon Race will be holding a grand event with guests from all over. This guy is going to go cause trouble then? And he’s even announcing it ahead of time?’

’He’s either an idiot or a complete lunatic!’

’But...’

On second thought, Ye Tianling realized—wasn’t he exactly that kind of person himself?

The only reason he hadn’t planned on going to the Cyan Dragon Race this time was because he couldn’t. Besides, Long Tianyu and Long Tianmo needed healing from the Life Soul Spring and the Elemental Magnetic Aurora.

His time was indeed very, very tight.

As Ye Tianling was analyzing the situation, the impostor ’Ye Tianling’ had already turned his gaze upon Fu Jiuxin.

"Lord... Lord Tianling Divine Son, this old... I am Fu Jiuxin, an Elder of the Celestial Sword Sect. My earlier words offended your Disciple, but—but that was absolutely not my intention. I beg the Divine Son... to be merciful and spare my worthless life."

Having witnessed ’Ye Tianling’ obliterate Jin Xietian with a single blow from his rod, Fu Jiuxin was scared out of his wits. How could he possibly dare to remain arrogant?

Compared to death, he could throw away all his dignity and pride.

A mocking expression appeared on the impostor’s face. He let out a sinister chuckle, and his over-the-top, arrogant swagger was indeed extremely punchable.

The people in the teahouse, who had been murmuring amongst themselves just moments before, now all stared at ’Ye Tianling’, their faces a mixture of shock, uncertainty, and dumbfounded disbelief.

’This guy is so fucking punchable! So despicable and shameless! Don’t tell me... is this the impression I normally give people?’

The moment Ye Tianling saw the look on the phony’s face, he knew what the man was about to do.

He rubbed his nose, feeling rather speechless.

Sure enough, just as he had that thought, he saw the impostor ’Ye Tianling’ swagger up to Fu Jiuxin.

"Old dog, so now you know how to beg for mercy?!"

The impostor’s words were arrogant, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as if everyone else was beneath him. With a cold sneer, he stomped his foot down.

"SPLAT—"

Fu Jiuxin wanted to dodge, but the impostor was too fast and too powerful. He simply couldn’t get away!

That brutal stomp from ’Ye Tianling’ slammed him to the ground, grinding his entire face into the teahouse floor. The impact even left a large crater in the solid ground.

It was a truly vicious stomp. Even Ye Tianling, who was watching from the side, felt the muscles in his own face twitch and a vicarious pang of ’pain’.

’Who the hell said Ye Tianling was crippled? This is crippled? He’s still this strong even after being crippled?’

At that moment, Fu Jiuxin wanted to curse his heart out!

He really shouldn’t have believed the rumors. This time, he’d tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice he used as bait.

"Tianling Divine Son, I... I, Fu Jiuxin, was blind! I truly know I was wrong! I’m just a piece of trash, a cripple, a fart! I beg you, Lord Divine Son, please just let me go like a fart—"

Fu Jiuxin had completely chickened out. His cheekbones had been cracked by the impostor’s stomp, and his face was a bloody, mangled mess. Seven or eight of his teeth had been knocked out, and blood was streaming from his mouth.

But he was in no state to care about any of that, continuing to beg pitifully for his life.

The scene was contemptible, but it was also incredibly realistic.

The reality was that might makes right.

To survive, Cultivators would do things far more humiliating than just kowtowing and admitting defeat—not every Cultivator had an unbreakable backbone.

"You’re working for Ye Cangqian... oh, my mistake, I should say Long Cangqian. You’re working for Long Cangqian, aren’t you?"

The impostor ’Ye Tianling’ drew his ’Extreme Cold Spirit Sword’ and began tracing the area a few inches below Fu Jiuxin’s Dantian with its tip.

How could the crowd of spectating Cultivators not know what he was about to do?

There weren’t many strange looks on the faces of the Cultivators—it seemed that it would be more abnormal if the Great Demon ’Ye Tianling’ *didn’t* do something so evil.

"Sigh... I... I would love to work for Long Cangqian, but alas, he looks down on me..."

Fu Jiuxin didn’t dare act too familiar with ’Long Cangqian’ at this moment, but he also didn’t dare say anything to disparage him, especially with so many eyes and ears around.

He couldn’t afford to offend Ye Tianling, but he could afford to offend ’Long Cangqian’ even less.

"Hm. If even he looks down on you, then what’s the point of you being alive? You might as well just die."

As the impostor spoke, he channeled a burst of Power through the Extreme Cold Spirit Sword in his hand and viciously stabbed it straight into Fu Jiuxin’s Dantian.

Fu Jiuxin’s eyes bulged. He never imagined that after all his begging, ’Ye Tianling’ would still suddenly strike and kill him just like that!

He died unreconciled. The impostor’s strike contained a terrifying Devouring power. After the sword shattered his Dantian, his Soul began to fall into an abyss of darkness.