Chapter 6: The World’s Funeral Messenger! Begging for Mercy Is Futile!
Hearing that man’s voice, Ye Changsheng paused.
He turned his head, his gaze settling on the white-haired elder.
Name: Murong Shan
Age: 60
Cultivation: Spiritual Origin Realm, First Layer
Identity: Outer Sect Elder of Qingyun Sect, murderer of Su Yang
“I always wondered how Su Wangcai had the ability to kill Su Yang…”
“So the culprit is here!”
Ye Changsheng looked at Murong Shan, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Murong Shan stared back with a stern face, snorting coldly.
“You brat, I’m here—how dare you be so insolent!”
“Oh? So you’re the only one who knows how to smash cups, huh?”
With that, Ye Changsheng waved his hand, shattering all the teacups in the hall. Tea splashed everywhere, droplets bursting under the invisible force’s manipulation.
If Murong Shan had been powerful and highly cultivated, Ye Changsheng might have been wary. But alas, Murong Shan’s cultivation was weaker, so this bitterness in Ye Changsheng’s throat simply couldn’t be swallowed—it had to be spat out fiercely.
Still unaware of the gravity of the situation, Murong Shan clasped his hands behind his back and said coldly, “Fellow Daoist, the Su family’s affairs have nothing to do with you. I ask you not to interfere!”
“If you’re willing to stop now, I will reward you handsomely in the future!”
Ye Changsheng brushed the dust off his clothes disdainfully.
“A handsome reward? Who needs your trifling scraps?”
Murong Shan didn’t get angry, just softly uttered an “Oh.”
“Is that so? Then fellow Daoist, if you’re not here for money, what exactly brings you here today?”
A faint smile curled at Ye Changsheng’s lips as he sneered, “Today, I came here for only three things…”
“To kill! To kill! Damn it, to kill!”
Su Wangcai, crouched behind the main seat, pointed at Ye Changsheng and shouted.
“Senior, did you hear what this man is saying? He’s way too arrogant! Hurry and kill him!”
Upon hearing this, Murong Shan’s expression grew serious.
“In that case, there’s nothing more to say.”
Ye Changsheng sneered coldly, “As a professional mourner, I have nothing to say to the dead. What I must do is send you straight to hell!”
These words completely enraged Murong Shan.
“Brat, you’re playing with fire!”
Murong Shan’s brows knitted tightly as he roared and raised a palm, striking fiercely toward Ye Changsheng.
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The palm strike was swift and powerful, the force visible as it roared toward Ye Changsheng.
“Presumptuous fool!”
Ye Changsheng made no move to dodge but raised one hand to meet the strike head-on.
“Bang!”
The two palms collided heavily, warping the void around them, the piercing sound of air being torn filling the space.
They stood locked in combat, neither yielding.
Murong Shan frowned deeply, his eyes blazing as he stared hard at Ye Changsheng.
“Is this guy really a mourner? His strength is so formidable, and he’s so young—could he be some ancient monster in disguise?”
Murong Shan’s body grew weary, yet his pride held firm.
“You do have some skill!” Murong Shan snorted coldly, stubbornly holding his ground.
At the same time, sweat poured down, dampening his forehead.
“You’re far weaker than me because you’re simply too weak!” Ye Changsheng smiled faintly.
“Arrogant!” Murong Shan shouted.
He had intended to increase his strength to intimidate Ye Changsheng, but before he could act, the other struck first.
Ye Changsheng exerted a bit more force, a terrifying power crashing headlong.
“Crash!”
The air surged like an unstoppable horde.
Within moments, Murong Shan’s sleeve was torn to shreds.
The next second, a sharp pain shot through Murong Shan’s arm; he shuddered violently and staggered backward, falling heavily to the ground.
Gone was his earlier dominance—now he lay dirtied and disheveled, utterly embarrassed.
Pain coursed through him as he turned to see his arm covered in wounds, blood staining it crimson.
“My hand…”
“Does it hurt?” Ye Changsheng asked with a smile.
Given the state he was in, how could it not?
Murong Shan said nothing but gritted his teeth, quietly demanding, “Who exactly are you?”
Ye Changsheng held a suona in one hand, chuckling softly.
“I don’t change my name or identity lightly…”
“The world’s mourner, Ye Changsheng.”
The ‘mourner’ title was genuine; the addition of ‘world’ was just for flair.
Hearing those words, Murong Shan’s pride flared anew.
Clutching his chest, he slowly got to his feet.
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“What backing do you have? If you can produce a force that makes me wary today, I’ll let this matter rest…”
The Qingyun Sect was a top-tier sect in the Northern Domain, scarcely rivaled by others.
Murong Shan narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, “If you have none… then as an elder of Qingyun Sect, you’ve offended us by injuring me. You know the consequences!”
This fellow not only ignored his own situation but even issued threats?
“No need to test; I stand alone—no backing at all.”
The moment his words fell, Ye Changsheng clenched his fist and struck toward Murong Shan fiercely.
“You again?” Murong Shan looked horrified.
“What else?”
The next moment, Ye Changsheng’s fist landed heavily on Murong Shan’s body.
“Boom!”
A terrifying brute force hit; Murong Shan’s chest caved in wildly. Pain contorted his face as he opened his mouth, spitting a mouthful of blood.
His body flew sideways, crashing hard against a nearby wall.
Seeing this, Su Wangcai cowered on the ground, looking toward Murong Shan.
“Senior…”
Ye Changsheng glanced at Su Wangcai coldly.
“Don’t rush. You’re next.”
With that, Ye Changsheng vanished in a flash, appearing right in front of Murong Shan.
Murong Shan, about to collapse, suddenly had a hand shoot out, gripping Ye Changsheng’s throat like holding a chick, lifting him high.
“Does it hurt?” Ye Changsheng repeated the question.
Murong Shan did not answer, still stubborn.
“Brat, I’m an elder of Qingyun Sect. If you kill me, they will never let you off! They’ll send assassins to hunt you down relentlessly…”
Ye Changsheng chuckled. “IsI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.