Chapter 114 Cruel

Chapter 114 Cruel

The news of the Elder Xiawen's disappearance never reached Fang Yu's ears. That was partly because, no one really knew what happened to him. On that night, the elder just vanished without any traces. Surprisingly, even his soul jade didn't break which meant that his soul was still alive somewhere.

Today, the competition against Fang Ling'er was scheduled to happen. "Ready?" Mo Li stared at her, his eyes shifting towards her body every now and then.

"Pervert." She uttered while rolling her eyes. Who would have known that behind the devilishly handsome appearance was a fox who loves to torture his wife? It wasn't even a week since they got married and her waist was already starting to hurt.

A sly smile slithered on his face as he approached her. Using his hand, he raised her head. "What time is the competition?" he asked.

She was about to answer him, when he lifted her up, kissing her again.

"We don't have time, you brute!" She managed to say in between her moans. His hand was already exploring her body, kneading, pinching, tugging. She couldn't help but let out a strain of curses.

"Then… let's make it quick."

"You brute!" she hissed.

…..

"Hmph! Why is she late?" One of Xiawen Dong's concubines snickered. "That woman… thinks she was above just because she was a little powerful. How hateful."

"It's alright. I know that sister Ling'er would win this competition for our husband." Another one chimed in.

"Of course. Sister Ling'er is the best."

Since Xiawen Dong woke up, not one of them was able to see him. Because of this, all of his concubines decided to come and witness this competition. After all, this Fang Yu is also the reason why Xiawen Dong suffered.

"Sister Ling'er… do you think you can win against that woman?" This time, the one who spoke was the woman named Wen. "You know… she seemed powerful."

"What does this have to do with power?" Another one chimed in. "You know… this is based on talents. When it comes to talents, sister Ling'er is number one."

Hearing this, Fang Ling'er could only smile as she lowered her head. Growing up, Fang Yu had always been more talented than her. The two both grew up beautiful but because of Fang Yu's talents, people always see Fang Ling'er as someone inferior. So having these group of women acknowledge that she was talented was enough to make her happy.

"She's here!" Everyone turned their heads towards the woman wearing white and the man walking next to her. Both were walking calmly, as they talked to each other.

"You finally decided to show yourself." Wen said, glaring at Fang Yu.

"I told you… next time you try to offend me. I will kill you." Fang Yu responded calmly, looking at the people surrounding them. Fang Ling'er and the group of beautiful women were already on the stage in the middle. A few people chose to stand near the stage while some were comfortably sitting, watching the show. She looked at Fang Ling'er who was already staring at her.

Without saying anything, Fang Yu flew towards the stage. The moment her foot landed, she immediately felt countless spiritual senses scanning through her body. Almost immediately, a man wearing a purple attire also flew on the stage.

"I am called Xiao Lu, I am an Elder of the Potioneering Guild Branch in this continent. Today, we are conducting a potioneering competition between Madam Fang Ling'er of the Frozen Wraith Sect and Elder Fang Yu of the Eight Palms Sect." The man didn't waste some time and introduced the importance of this competition. Fang Yu froze while listening to the man who looked as if he was only forty years old.

Fang Ling'er didn't mention anything about the consequences of losing or she mentioned anything about the involvement of the Potioneering Guild. She only told Fang Yu that this was a challenge issued by Xiawen Dong. How cruel.

"The Loser needed to cripple their cultivation and leave their sect." The elder said. In this world, there are two types of occupation that could make someone influential aside from being truly powerful. And that was making artifacts, talismans and magic treasures which was Mo Li's specialty and Potioneering. These two occupations were both respected and adored. Because of this, the people who specialized these occupations decided to create their own guilds to establish some rules in between the people who know the craft.

One guild was the Potioneering Guild while the other was called The Guild of Artifacts. These organizations are well known and respected all throughout the land. However, the leaders of these organizations never involved themselves in the businesses of other clans or Sect.

So having someone from the Potioneering Guild today was quite a surprise not just to Fang Yu but to everyone else. What surprised her more was the fact that Fang Ling'er dared to make some rules of this competition.

"I want to add some rules." Fang Yu uttered. She eyed Fang Ling'er wondering if this cousin of hers thought she would let her go after betraying Fang Yu.

"What is it?"

"Actually, just one rule." Fang Yu smiled. She dragged her gaze back to the Elder. "The loser will commit suicide in front of everyone."

Gasps echoed, as people started whispering.

"Fang Yu! Are you crazy?" Fang Ling'er's face immediately turned pale. Suicide?

"Fang Ling'er… when you invited someone from the Potioneering Guild… did you expect me to cower in fear and leave?" She smirked. "Since you are a coward… then… Why don't we do this? The loser shall let the winner cut off their limbs. All. Of. Their. Limbs." She uttered the words clearly.

This time, the concubines fell into chaos.

"Fang Yu! Why are you being so cruel?"

"Fang Yu! How dare you!?"

"What a cruel woman!"

Fang Yu sneered. To a cultivator, crippling their own cultivation was akin to death. Why not make it more fun? "Since you don't like to die… then let's just cut off the limbs of the loser. That way, you can still live. What do you think?"

"Fang Yu…" Fang Ling'er didn't expect Fang Yu to actually propose such a cruel rule.