Fang Xing didn’t pay too much attention when he first heard the name of the Huangfu clan—if anyone dared to offend him, all he had to do was find some way to kill them. After hearing what the Peng King had to say about them, however, he finally realized things were a bit more complicated than he’d originally thought.

　　The Huangfu clan was a large and ancient clan who’d moved to Jambu from Videha, and the wealth they had at their disposal was incomparably greater than the other clans in Jambu. The eastern continent of Videha was known as the land were Dao began, after all; all Dao and things associated with it had originated from the eastern soils, and a large clan from there was not something to be taken lightly.

　　It was true Fang Xing had mastered the Yin Yang Sanding Disc which was an apex skill, but the opponent this time—the young master of the Huangfu clan—had been studying Divine-rank techniques since his youth. It was also true Fang Xing had the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits which was a powerful Ancient weapon, but it was merely a copy of their clan’s authentic original….

　　The only reason Fang Xing was able to treat it calmly was because of how much guts he had. If it had been any other cultivator, the name “Huangfu” alone would have left them trembling.

　　Fang Xing considered it more deeply. “Damn this Huangfu clan, do they have three heads or something? How dare they come and try to provoke me? I’m going to make sure they get a taste of my strength. Old Peng, I’m not boasting with you or anything, but I need to reclaim my fortune and I just don’t have time to care about him. If I see the young master of that clan though, I’ll make sure to let you watch how I whip his *ss!”

　　The Peng King laughed. “Well, if you have such lofty aspirations, I shall drive this carriage and help you make it as impressive as you need it to be!” The horse carriage that had been taken from the embroidered-robe young master was now covered entirely by the Peng King’s black smoke, as though it was riding smoothly along a black cloud. The Peng King himself transformed into his human form and sat at the front of the carriage and flourished a whip to hurry it along. Although it was technically a “horse carriage”, it wasn’t being pulled along by horses, but by five of the young dragons from the Golden Dragon Infant Bagua instead. Their scales were bright and the aura they gave off was imposing and vicious.

　　The bagua had originally contained the beast spirits of eight golden young dragons, but during the battle of the small stone bridge, Fang Xing’s Yin Yang Sanding Disc had killed two and the Peng King had eaten one for the taste, leaving only five behind. The Peng King had sealed them with spells and called them out into the world, but since these five dragons were all extremely powerful and arrogant, they were still in the process of being tamed. They were perfect for drawing the carriage, and each crack of the whip caused them to run ahead in an extremely grandiose display.

　　—

　　Rumble rumble rumble ….

　　Five young dragons pulled a black horse carriage surrounded in black smoke. It was as though a demonic cloud was flying over the land, and a large black flag waved in the wind as it swept past. On the flag, seven words had been purposefully written with Qi: Snowy Mountain’s Uncle Fang Jiu is here!

　　Fang Xing had actually considered the situation quite carefully. Since someone wanted to pretend to be him, then he might as well not reveal his true identity just yet until he found out who this imposter was. Since he didn’t really care about his reputation anyway, he actually felt someone pretending to be him was actually a good sign. Perhaps the name “Fang Xing” had become so grand that people would tremble in fear simply from hearing it? The more he thought of it that way, the more he began to feel rather proud of himself.

　　Regardless, just who could the imposter be? Fang Xing had no clue. The only person who would actively help him was the old Wanluo, but he was outside the Mysterious Domain. Unless he tasked one of the Snowy Mountain disciples to pretend to be him? But even if someone from the Snowy Mountain used Fang Xing’s name to help lure the attention of the Huangfu clan, it was unlikely Ye Gu’yin would be so willing to cooperate. Fang Xing knew this woman well, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt she would demand a fight the moment she saw him.

　　Fang Xing was inside the Mysterious Domain right now, so it wasn’t exactly an option to ask the five old men from Snowy Mountain what was going on. The Mysterious Domain was like a giant spell formation covering the entire Beast Exhausting Range, turning it into the likes of another world and making communication between these two realms extremely difficult—not even Budding Soul Stage cultivators were able to do so.

　　There were only three methods of sending messages between the two realms. The first was to utilize resonance to deliver simple messages between people with certain unique bloodlines, such as what the Chu royal court had done. The second was to rely on word of mouth from people entering the Mysterious Domain. The third was to send some young Spirit Stage cultivators into the Mysterious Domain to physically deliver messages from their own clan or sect, but this was easier said than done. Simply put, the Spirit Stage cultivators who were eligible to enter the Mysterious Domain had been sent inside well in advance to seek the grand opportunity, and those who remained were quite weak. Even if one of those weak Spirit Stage cultivators managed to enter the Mysterious Domain, their battle prowess was simply too low and they’d usually die at the hands of lowly zombies or other cultivators before even reaching their clansmen.

　　Since it was so difficult to relay messages, there was a huge shortage of information both inside and out the Mysterious Domain. Furthermore, everyone was only focusing their attention on the battles over the various fortunes inside without caring about other matters, allowing such an absurd situation as two Fang Xings to come about.

　　After running the issue through his mind multiple times, Fang Xing decided to stop thinking about it altogether.

　　Inside the horse carriage, Princess Chu Ci leaned up against a soft cushion while looking towards Fang Xing. “Brother Jiu, the Huangfu clan of the Blackwater Lakeside is extremely terrifying. When their young master first mistook you as Fang Xing, he sent out an order to capture or kill Fang Xing, but now that the real Fang Xing has appeared and caught the Huangfu clan’s attention, that order will of course be rescinded and we should take this chance to keep a low profile while going deeper into the Mysterious Domain to find Royal Big Brother. But you even went so far as to make a banner for yourself? There are many people loyal to the Huangfu clan, and doing something like that will certainly lure a large number to try and have a go at us….

　　“Hmph, damn little girl, what do you know? Have you never gone fishing?”

　　“Of course I have…. What do you mean?”

　　“Without any bait, how can you catch a fish? Right now your Uncle Fang here is the bait!” Fang Xing let out a proud laugh. “We’ve gotten here too late, and who knows how many precious herbs and fruits have been picked clean on the Mysterious Domain’s outskirts? Your Uncle Fang here wants to take it all back from these people, but it would be too difficult, so it would be better if I spread the word so they come find me instead. This way, I’ll be able to slowly take back what is mine piece by piece….”

　　“You mean you intend to fight all the elites inside the Mysterious Domain on your own?” Chu Ci asked, surprised.

　　Fang Xing smirked. “If I can’t beat even this bunch of bastards, how could I chop off the head of that Huangfu clan grandson?”

　　Chu Ci was even more surprised to hear this. “You’re really going to go against the young master of the Huangfu clan?”

　　“Of course,” Fang Xing sneered, “if I can’t even chop off the head of that little bastard grandson, how could I fight against the Fuyao Palace in the future?”

　　Chu Ci was nearly too scared to breathe. “You’re going to fight against the Fuyao Palace?”

　　Fang Xing showed a broad grin. “Is there a problem with that?”

　　After a moment’s daze, Chu Ci tilted her head forward. “Can you check to see if i have a fever?”

　　Confused, Fang Xing placed his hand on her forehead before declaring, “Your temperature is fine, completely normal!”

　　Chu Ci’s face became as pale as a ghost. “If I’m not sick, then it must be you…. You’ve gone crazy!”

　　The black horse carriage attracted the attention of countless people wherever it passed by. The young master of Jambu’s most powerful clan had demanded that he be captured, yet he dared to walk around with such a high profile? It was only natural he caught the murderous intent of so many people, and the carriage’s passing was accompanied by hurricanes of steel and blood.

　　After less than a hundred miles, they’d already managed to travel deeper into the Mysterious Domain and a giant mountain appeared on the side of their path. The mountain was filled with strange and mysterious flowers and plants, as well as a countless number of restrictive formations that stopped any Foundation Stage cultivators from getting close. Since all these spirit herbs and flowers had magical effects specific to Spirit Stage cultivators, they were “opportunities” set aside for Spirit Stage cultivators alone.

　　Four Foundation Stage cultivators quietly sat at the foot of the mountain to wait for their companions to return. When they saw a black carriage coming their way, however, they all slowly opened their eyes with flashes of alarm. They weren’t there only to wait, but also had a responsibility to control the mountain and not let anyone else pass.

　　Although the medicinal herbs and flowers on the mountain were only a thousand years old or so—meaning they weren’t impressively old or dismissively young—these cultivators didn’t just value their age, but also the fact the species could no longer be found in Tianyuan. Only ancient scrolls recorded their existence, but many of these plants were required for some of the old recipes for pellets and it was completely impossible to put a price on them. Put simply, they’d already decided to split up all the fortunes on this mountain amongst themselves and they wouldn’t allow any other cultivators past them. They wouldn’t even mind joining forces to deal with someone particularly powerful.

　　A cultivator from the western deserts in his thirties or so looked towards the black carriage with a glint in his eyes. “Another one. Why don’t we join forces to drive him away?”

　　Another person glanced in the same direction and coldly replied, “How impressive; there are five dragons pulling the car. The person inside mustn’t be taken lightly. Let’s not do anything unnecessary just yet. All the fortunes of this mountain have already been split between us four, but if this person doesn’t intend to touch any of it, we’ll just let him pass!”

　　At that moment, the fourth cultivator suddenly focused his gaze on the large flag flying over the top of the carriage. He was slightly stunned before he suddenly spoke in a low voice, “Snowy Mountain’s Uncle Fang Jiu? Is this person… perhaps this person is the Fang Xiaojiu Young Master Huangfu wanted to capture?”

　　The other three were all surprised by this and a gleam bean to enter their eyes. After a while, they all declared in unison, “Capture him and we’ll split the reward!”

　　Rumble ….

　　All four Foundation Stage cultivators flew up at the same time. They landed at the four corners of the horse carriage and performed different hand seals to lock down the carriage’s location.

　　“Is Snowy Mountain’s Fang Xiaojiu inside the carriage?” one began in a loud voice. “Young Master Huangfu has already ordered for you to be seized, how dare you act so ostentatiously! It is best you come with us right now!”

　　A loud snicker could be heard inside the horse carriage, and suddenly the words on the giant flag changed. The words “Snowy Mountain’s Uncle Fang Jiu” disappeared and in its place was a single large, terribly-written word: Robbery!

　　All four cultivators were left dumbfounded. “What the…?”

　　“Can’t you read?” Fang Xing coldly exclaimed from the carriage with impatience. “Your little grandpa here wants to—”

　　“This is a robbery! Give me all the good stuff you have!” suddenly rang out from the other side of the mountain as a blue shadow flew forward and pointed down at the cultivators below.

　　“What the hell? Trying to steal my business?” Fang Xing was startled and quickly peeked his head out from the carriage.