Chapter 301

: Your Little Grandpa’s Going to Rob You!
Translator: 
Myriea_ActiasLuna 
 Editor: 
Nou
It didn’t take long before more cultivators started head towards the exit as well. Not only had they started reaching the limit of their breath, but the pellets within the cauldron had all been claimed and trying to snatch them from others was becoming impossible. Furthermore, those golden pellets had caught the eye of the Ghost Prince, the two elites of the western deserts, and the fairies of temptation—normal cultivators didn’t have any chance whatsoever to get their hands on them. Especially considering how the fumes were threatening their lives, they didn’t have the heart to even consider fighting and were all preparing to leave.
After the cultivators rushed to the cauldron’s sole entranceway, however, they found it incredibly crowded, and when they heard Fang Xing had blocked off the exit and was charging a fee, everyone was surprised and filled with anger. Some mournfully cursed, some were utterly furious, yet Fang Xing didn’t pay it any mind and simply held out his hand with a smile on his face while calling out,
Come come come, pay half your gains and you’ll be allowed out. Line up, don’t push around….


Fellow Daoist Fang, this opportunity was not easy; please let us go….


It’s not easy for your little grandpa to guard the door, either. Charging only half your gain is already being lenient; what else do you want?


Little bastard, are you planning to rob all of us on your own? Be careful not to get yourself chopped up….


That motherfcking rat-sht with the loud mouth, don’t think I didn’t see you just because you’re hiding behind people….


Fellow Daoist Fang, I have a fairly good relationship with Prince Chu Huang, the head of your Snowy Mountains. Could you perhaps show a little leniency for the sake of showing him face?


Fck your uncle, he’s no friend of mine. Don’t you try to play that card with me….


Ahh, I can’t hold it anymore! I can’t…. Fellow Daoist Fang, please, let me out….


Oi you, with the mole on your face, your eyes are brighter than a fcking rat’s; how dare you lie to me? Save yourself the effort.

The cauldron’s opening became a mess and the air quickly began to vibrate with spirit sense.
All the cultivators tried to use their own methods to get out of the cauldron, but Fang Xing turned his heart to stone and became a ruthless dictator. If they wanted to curse, he’d curse with them; if they wanted to make a scene, he’d let them make a scene; but if they wanted him to budge, there was no chance.
If you’re so strong, why don’t you try to fight your way out?

Of course, the cultivators didn’t truly have the ability to fight their way out, and as they reached the limits of their breath and their flow of Qi grew muddled, they could only clench their teeth and hand over their gains to leave. With this method, who knew just how much had fallen into Fang Xing’s pockets? These cultivators all shot envious looks towards Fang Xing while they were leaving the cauldron, but their battle prowess was too lacking and they did not dare to provoke him.
There was also another thought these cultivators had after leaving: if they were to fight him now and break his formation despite making it out, wouldn’t that simply make it easier for all of those still inside? The real masters were still inside anyway, and it was certain they’d come into conflict with this brat sooner or later. Perhaps the cultivators could wait and watch from afar while recovering the Qi they used up, and once this brat got beaten down by the group of masters, it might be their turn to beat this mutt as well and take back what was theirs!
As the idea began to grow, a strange scene began to form. All those cultivators who were let out sent a fierce look towards Fang Xing’s back without actually confronting him at all. Even those with a fiercer temperament did not go up to provoke him.
Rumble rumble rumble 
!
The fight for those golden pellets was so great it even caused an actual fire to form inside while the cauldron itself began to shake from the force. Fang Xing’s
eyes
within the cauldron had already scouted it out. A total of nine golden pellets had been scattered from the small cauldron in the center, of which Hahn Longzi had taken one, the northern mountain’s three fairies had together taken two, Han Jiazi had taken two, and Li Ying had taken three while still fighting for the final piece.
Rumble 
….
Finally, it seemed Hahn Longzi had reached his limit. He gave up on the fight and flew towards the exit of the cauldron, but just as he was about to leave, he was surprised to see Fang Xing guarding the door.
Fang Xing smiled at him.
We meet again! You want out? Give me your golden pellet and half of your Foundation Cleansing Pellets!


What… what do you mean?
Hahn Longzi messaged out, utterly furious.

What I mean is your little grandpa here is going to rob you!
Fang Xing arrogantly declared while folding his arms.
Don’t even think about coming out unless you hand over your golden pellet!


Dammit, how dare you try to loot a burning house! This is shameful to the extreme!
Infuriated, Hahn Longzi brandished his blue sword and thrust it towards the formation’s pivot in a direct attempt to break free.

They’re fighting! They’ve started to fight!
Those Foundation Stages below all began to raise their heads to watch the start of this battle.

 Aiii 
, such a pity Hahn Longzi was the one who came out. If it had been Li Ying or that Han Jiazi, it would have been better…
all the cultivators softly sighed and lamented. In their minds, Hahn Longzi was just a little too weak; he’d already been struck speechless by Fang Xing before, and his battle prowess would have suffered after using up so much Qi to fend off the pellet fumes and fight against everyone else inside the cauldron. As for the little demon from Snowy Mountain, he’d planted this formation and leisurely waited for the others to exhaust themselves; how could Hahn Longzi be his opponent?
At the same time Hahn Longzi did his best to break the formation, two Foundation Stage cultivators quietly flew up into the air before dashing towards Fang Xing’s flank. They were also from the western deserts alongside Hahn Longzi, and they’d kept a low profile when they came out in order to attack at this moment. They wanted to pincer attack Fang Xing and break this little brat’s formation to help out Hahn Longzi.

Haha, you two think you were being sneaky? I saw you ages ago!
Fang Xing laughed before activating his formation towards Hahn Longzi and turning around towards the other western deserts’ Foundation Stage cultivators with his one-legged-man lance in hand.
Before you attack me, it’s best you consider the situation for a moment. If you don’t, I won’t be lenient on any of you!

The two Foundation Stage cultivators from Hahn Longzi’s sect weren’t the only ones who’d been growing restless. Whether it was the northern mountain cultivators allied with the three fairies who were afraid this would complicate the alliance, or the Ghost soldiers from the southern Ghost Kingdom who were worried about their master, they’d all started to consider a pincer attack like this to help break the formation.
Fang Xing had seen through their intentions well in advance. He turned and waved his one-legged-man lance before calling out,
You bunch of bastards are really making a mistake by underestimating me. If any of you dare to come and cause me trouble, don’t blame me for taking your lives!
Although he’d said this with a smirk, his gaze was somewhat cold—this was clearly not a joke.
Although the western desert cultivators continued to rush forward, Fang Xing’s words caused the restless northern and southern cultivators to hesitate and halt in mid-air. They’d all seen how ruthless this brat was and knew he was on the same level as those top-tier elites. This brat was way beyond their reach, and with their lives on the line, they had to consider the situation carefully.
Hahn Longzi gripped his blue sword and shouted,
Snowy Mountain disciple, don’t you even imagine taking my opportunity with such a formation! In your dreams!
After fighting his way through the formation’s pressure, he arrived in front of Fang Xing and let out an angry yell. The blue sword became a ray of light that swept towards Fang Xing with such a sharp, powerful cold that even the hairs of the cultivators below began to stand on end. It was as though everywhere his sword passed was truly swept up in a bitter winter.
Fang Xing pointed at the restless cultivators below before declaring,
Remember this: you are not allowed to get close or you will lose your lives!
With that, he turned and struck out behind him.
Crash 
….
As the one-legged-man lance and the freezing light of Hahn Longzi’s sword collided, a countless number of ice shards were broken and scattered out in all directions like a blizzard. The brave Hahn Longzi who’d just broken the formation let out a loud cry as he was sent flying back into the cauldron like a limp rag.

What about such a formation? With your ability, even if you do manage to make it out, I’ll just slap you back inside!
While Hahn Longzi stomped his feet in rage, Fang Xing didn’t even view him as anything important and simply reconnected his formation.
The formation he placed here had been created with the formation flags he’d taken from the Qing-Yun Sect—it wasn’t anything powerful or difficult to break. A Foundation Stage cultivator could break it in the time it took to finish half a cup of tea, but Fang Xing wasn’t truly 
relying on the formation to block off the cultivators exiting the cauldron, it was just acting as a buffer zone. No,he 
was what would block off all the cultivators from leaving.
Although Hahn Longzi wasn’t injured after being smacked back into the cauldron with that single blow, he continued to stomp his feet in rage. He hadn’t taken a breath in such a long time and was nearing his absolutely limit, leaving him incredibly frustrated—he would have swallowed Fang Xing alive if he could.
Fang Xiaojiu, trying to take my opportunity for yourself has created an unresolvable enmity between us!


We have an unresolvable enmity from this?
Fang Xing sneered, his gaze chilling as he spoke.
We had such an enmity from the moment you blocked my horse carriage! You bastard, you really think I’m such a good person I’ll let you provoke me? Take this lesson to heart: I don’t care if you’re some four sisters of the western desert or three big brothers clan of some sort; if you don’t give me the opportunity you found inside, don’t even think about coming out!

Hahn Longzi loudly gritted his teeth and flames of rage nearly burst from his eyes.
Bastard, I’m going to kill you….

Fang Xing, on the other hand, simply relaxed and played with the one-legged-man lance in his hand.
If you’re able to kill me, why don’t you come and do it?
He let out a cold laugh that echoed both inside and outside the cauldron while everyone else remained silent.