Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2357: Chapter 2358: Death

Back then, Tao Yuyu’s cultivation wasn’t considered high at all. Only after Pan Su took him in as a Disciple did he undergo a qualitative leap. It wasn’t just Pan Su’s guidance—he was also nourished with many rare foundation-fortifying and essence-replenishing medicines.

One could say that the strength Tao Yuyu had today was entirely brought out by Pan Su.

Pan Su had no partner, naturally no children under his knee, and his old brothers had long since broken with him. So when he treated Tao Yuyu, it was as though he were treating his own flesh and blood son.

Yet who would have thought that such a Disciple, one he himself had personally raised, the Disciple he cared for the most, would now stab him with an incomparably sinister blade!

Splurt!

Whether it was the wounds on his body or the heavy blow to his heart, his abdomen churned, and a line of scarlet spurted from his mouth.

The sudden gash that opened across his body shattered his focus. His grip on the long staff loosened abruptly, and it dropped to the ground with a thud, his hands hanging limp at his sides.

The silver light that had been flowing along the staff dispersed rapidly with this sudden change, no longer possessing its former glory.

”Old Pan!”

At this moment, the few figures who had originally been bristling, ready to cross swords with the Devil Sect opposite, heard the commotion behind them and couldn’t help turning around. They stared, faces full of shock, at Pan Su half-kneeling on the ground, their expressions tense.

Only Tao Yuyu’s face carried a cold, indifferent smile. Seizing the chance while all attention had shifted completely onto Pan Su, he suddenly backed away, his steps moving swiftly. He deftly employed Shadow Concealing Step; his figure flickered as he crossed over the altar and headed for the other side.

”Catch him! Don’t let him get away!”

Cries of alarm rang out from the elders’ mouths. They glared angrily at Tao Yuyu. In their eyes, Pan Su had always been hopelessly pedantic, even somewhat unreasonable, yet after all these years together, how could there not be some feeling?

Now that Pan Su had met with such a calamity, of course they couldn’t swallow it—especially when the one who wounded him was his own Disciple. Such an act of slaying one’s master filled them with furious rage.

But Tao Yuyu’s speed was extremely fast. In just a few bounding steps, before anyone could react, he had already crossed the altar and run to the opposite side. He stood amid the crowd there, smiling broadly as he watched the furious people across from him.

This reversal happened in the space of a single instant; too many people didn’t even have time to react.

Only when they saw Pan Su collapse to the ground did they realize something was wrong. But by then, Tao Yuyu had already reached the other side, and there was no longer any chance to stop him.

”So this is fate...”

Pan Su lay in the arms of a burly, hot-tempered man with flaming red hair, sighing softly. Then he suddenly threw back his head in wild laughter, tinged with a deep, bitter grief.

”This is bad—the weapon’s poisoned.”

A startled exclamation came from the mouths of those nearby. They saw that the scarlet blood flowing from the wound at Pan Su’s waist and abdomen was gradually turning a dark, inky green.

As that blood continued to spill, Pan Su’s complexion grew even uglier. The breath of life within him seemed to be fading away along with every drop of blood.

With Pan Su’s original level of strength, he would not have feared such treacherous attacks—after all, with cultivation that high, even unconsciously there would be a protective barrier around his body.

But because his Spiritual Energy had been consumed far too heavily earlier, and because he had not guarded himself against Tao Yuyu at all, such a result had occurred.

Now Pan Su’s face was deathly pale, and the blood flowing through him seemed to have congealed into a solid mass within his body.

Even though many people behind him were pouring Spiritual Energy into his body, that Spiritual Energy seemed utterly useless; the moment it entered his body, it was like a clay ox plunging into the sea, vanishing without a trace.

”If hauling him back were truly that easy, I wouldn’t have taken the risk.”

From afar, Tao Yuyu sneered. The poison tempered into that sword was extremely terrifying and had cost him no small amount of effort. It was enough to send Pan Su to his death in the Yellow Springs.

When he’d first been dragged back to the Green Ripple Sect, Tao Yuyu had only been thinking of saving his own life. But once he saw the situation turn in his favor, he immediately changed his plan.

His goal, naturally, was to stop Pan Su from offering up the sacred artifact and wounding the very foundation of their holy sect.

As things stood, if anyone could truly save him, it was probably only Liu Qinghan.

Tao Yuyu lifted his head, looking toward Liu Qinghan, who was entangled with Lu Kang up in midair.

The difference in their cultivation was vast, yet Lu Kang’s battle experience was clearly superior to Liu Qinghan’s. Liu Qinghan, on the other hand, gave off the feeling of sitting on a mountain of treasure but not knowing how to use it—he couldn’t manage to deal Lu Kang a killing blow.

And because of that, Pan Su was left with no chance of recovery.

...

”We’re here!”

Still racing forward, Chen Lin and his group saw the battle in the distance and even made out the tiny figures there. They recalled their Spirit Boat and then flew by sword, bodies weaving through the mountains and forests at astonishing speed as they darted toward the battlefield.

Just as they arrived, they could feel how different this place was. And when Chen Lin saw Pan Su lying on the ground, their expressions grew grave.

”What happened?”

Chen Lin crouched down. The eyes of the people before him were already bloodshot—because as time passed, Pan Su was gradually losing his breath.

At the very moment of death, his eyes were still wide open, filled with disbelief. No matter how he tried, he simply couldn’t understand why Tao Yuyu would strike him with such a vicious hand. Had his judgment truly been so poor? Had he chosen the wrong person?

His expression was full of pain, clearly showing the torment he’d suffered before death—torment that rose from the depths of his heart, twisting his features, leaving him unable to rest in peace.

Lin Chen stood to the side, his face cold and indifferent, without the slightest ripple of emotion. He raised his eyes to look at Tao Yuyu in the distance, then glanced at Pan Su lying on the ground. He already had a faint grasp of the situation in his heart.

Only, this path was Pan Su’s own choice. This bitter fruit was his to swallow.

”He’s already dead. Whatever the case, we should first think about how to deal with the people before us.”

An elder sighed softly. He then stood up, walked to the altar, and resumed his previous demeanor, fixing his gaze intently ahead to guard against the people opposite making a sudden move.

This battle was between Liu Qinghan and Lu Kang; they had agreed to that beforehand. No one was to make a move lightly. That was why they were locked in this stalemate.

The people opposite outnumbered those of the Green Ripple Sect by far, and were especially well coordinated. At the front stood brawny men, chests bare, muscles bulging. In the middle of their encirclement were several figures wrapped in black robes, and at their sides loomed a few demons wreathed in Black Fiend energy.