The Villain's Redemption

Chapter 115 Devil Race

Chapter 115 Devil Race

When it comes to cruelty, Fang Yu’s suggestion of cutting off one’s limbs was not that cruel to someone with high cultivation as they can do some secret cultivation arts and grow their limbs back. However... Fang Ling’er’s cultivation was lower than Fang Yu’s! It would be impossible for her to grow her limbs again. Moreover, if Xiawen Dong will see her without her arms...

She immediately imagined the disgust in Xiawen Dong’s eyes. Fang Ling’er couldn’t help but tremble in anger.However, when she thought about the deal that she made with the Potioneering Guild, her anger immediately dissipated.

"Since we are already here. Then... let’s do it!" Fang Ling’er’s face was full of determination. "I would never embarrass my husband’s name."

Her words however only earned a snort from Fang Yu. "You talk as if you are the main wife. Aren’t you just another one of his plaything?"

"Fang Yu! Don’t go overboard!" Wen shouted before her eyes widened. She was planning to approach Fang Yu. However, before she could take a small step, she already felt a sharp tug in her neck.

*THUD*

Wen fell down as blood started pooling over her.

"I told you... I will kill you next time you offend me." Fang Yu smiled. "Too bad... you didn’t listen."

"Sister Wen!" the women immediately shouted at someone to help them. Seeing this, Fang Yu only smirked. She had learned her lesson. It was always better to kill a seed before it sprouted and create some chaos in the future.

"Fang Yu!" Even Fang Ling’er was surprised at Fang Yu’s cruelty. "Have you gone mad?"

"Funny how you betrayed me two hundred years ago and have the courage to ask me now... if I have lost my mind. What about you Fang Ling’er? Have you gone mad?"

It was as if a stone was lodge in Fang Ling’er’s throat.

"If you think... I will give you another chance to betray me again. You better think again." She heard Fang Yu’s voice inside her head. Fang Ling’er paled as she staggered. Voice transmission! Isn’t this something that only powerful people can do?

She looked at the woman who stood loftily a few meters away from her. Fang Yu had changed. Maybe the fact that she almost died two hundred years ago, changed her. Fang Ling’er bit her lower lip, almost looking like a pitiful sheep as her gaze turned towards the man who accompanied Fang Yu earlier.

With his black robe and white hair, Mo Li stood a few feet away from Fang Yu. His hands were on his back as he looked at Fang Yu. The smile on the man’s face was enough to tell her that Mo Li liked this side of that hateful Fang Yu. Fang Ling’er lowered her head as she hid the jealousy in her eyes.

Just when she thought she had won against Fang Yu by marrying the man who wanted to marry her cousin, Fang Yu arrived with another man in tow. ’Slut’ Fang Ling’er muttered inwardly. This Fang Yu must have seduced the powerful man because of the benefits that he could give her.

"Alright... we should start now. The blood on the stage is already clean." The Elder spoke. The fact that Fang Yu just killed someone didn’t even bother anyone who was here to watch the show. That woman named Wen was clearly not powerful and didn’t come from a powerful clan. Who would care about such pitiful existence?

Fang Yu smiled. Just a small wave from her hand and everything that she needed for her potioneering appeared on the table.

"The rules are simple. Someone needed to create an antidote of an unknown sickness." The Elder said. "Bring the man!" He said. Almost immediately four people carrying a cage covered with a black cloth approached the stage. "Even the potioneering guild was not able to find a cure and only know how to create something to suppress this disease." He asked his people to put the cage in the middle of the stage.

After a few minutes, the Elder then took the cloth. Fang Yu widened her eyes at the man inside. The man was bloated... bumps and pus littered the man’s skin as his saliva was dripping from his mouth. The man’s eyes were bulging, full of red web like nerves. Its limbs were now swollen with yellow and green pus-like liquid occasionally ejected from the wounds on the man’s arms.

Seeing the man in front of her, immediately made Fang Ling’er throw up. "Cover it!" She said. "Cover it!"

Fang Yu on the other hand, already recovered from her surprise. She stared at the man’s eyes, curious at the kind of disease that he had.

’This is a plague from the southern islands of the continent. It is not a disease of the body but of the soul. Make something that could purify the soul and don’t focus on the wounds and pus.’ She heard Mo Li’s voice echo inside her head. Fang Yu frowned. A disease that target one’s soul? But how did Mo Li know this?

"Alright... make something that could suppress the symptoms." The elder said. Waving his hand, the list of symptoms appeared on the table. Fang Yu slowly read the symptoms and immediately realized that this is indeed a problem in the soul and not just on the physical body.

’Yes, it is from the Devil race.’ His voice echoed inside her mind again.

Fang Yu’s gaze turned sharp. A disease from the devil race? She looked at Fang Ling’er who already started creating the potion. If her guess was right, Fang Ling’er should already know the potion that could suppress the symptoms. That could mean, she already made a deal about this matter to the Potioneering Guild.

Fang Yu couldn’t help but wonder what kind of payment Fang Ling’er gave to the Potioneering guild just to set all this up and embarrass her.

Sensing her gaze, the Elder immediately cleared his throat. "The Potioneering Guild is fair and just. The one who can finish the cure first will win this match." He uttered before leaving the stage.

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