Chapter 173 My Name is Mei Yu

The words on the parchment, filled with an arrogant tone, surfaced in his mind, darkening Fang Yue's expression.

Facing an immortal, Fang Yue didn't dare to be careless.

Those people from the United Council couldn't reach the high-end combat power in the game and might not have a precise concept of immortals.

But Fang Yue was clear.

He had met with Mei Yu's avatar once.

The strength of an immortal was beyond imagination, not something ordinary people could deal with.

Even now that he had killed an immortal, Fang Yue still felt uncertain.

After all, in the game, in an era without immortals, the Yu-rank was the peak.

And the strength of the Yu-rank was already beyond imagination and extremely difficult to kill.

For example, Lord Han had been on the verge of death several times, but even with only one eyeball remaining, he could barely retain the power of his origin, with the possibility of revival!

And the immortal-rank, above the Yu-rank, would only be more terrifying!

But after Fang Yue carefully examined Su Bairong's body, he found that Su Bairong was indeed completely dead, without the slightest movement.

Fang Yue's expression turned strange as he looked down at the Liuyun Blade.

The Immortal-Slaying Water was actually effective!

Immortals were so fragile!

As long as it was coated with Immortal-Slaying Water, even a mortal could slay an immortal!

However…

The prerequisite was that the immortal's strength was so weak that even he could kill it. Otherwise, even if the weapon was coated with Immortal-Slaying Water, it would be nothing but nonsense.

And a situation like this, this opportunity, would only appear in this extreme circumstance.

No normal immortal would give a mortal the slightest chance to harm them!

Driven by desperation, Fang Yue's gaze unconsciously turned to the distance.

After countless high-pressure missiles had carpet-bombed the area, the cheaters' base below had long been exposed.

Even standing here, he could see a large, collapsed pit in the distance.

And within that pit, there must be sleeping cheaters!

Fang Yue could ignore the others, but Mei Yu…

Fang Yue raised his arm, gripped the Liuyun Blade tightly, his heart rate accelerating, and his breathing becoming rapid.

Fang Yue remembered clearly what Mei Yu's avatar had said to him in the game.

'I have dissolved the contract with the parchment and am going to [Mirror Mountain]. This thing is useless to me, so it's better to leave it here for you to keep. When my main body awakens, she will come to you to retrieve it.'

That's right, Mei Yu's avatar had made it very clear that after her main body awakened, she would come to retrieve the parchment.

The parchment was the foundation of Fang Yue's survival. In the game, he was no match for Mei Yu's avatar, and he knew that a wise man submits to circumstances. Temporary forbearance was only for long-term survival.

But now, the situation was different…

[Yes! It's different!]

…Could you not pop up at a time like this?

[What are you saying! Fang Yue, the great and noble parchment lord is supporting you!]

[Overthrow the old witch! Forever occupy the great and noble parchment lord!]

[From now on, I am your paper!]

Fang Yue couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

But the parchment was right about one thing.

That was… he wanted to occupy the parchment!

The parchment was too important to him, and no one could take it away!

Looking back, without the parchment, he would have died countless times.

And when [Celestial Devourment] fully arrived, the world was likely to undergo a cataclysmic change! To survive, Fang Yue could not hand over the parchment.

So, why not take advantage of the current conditions and opportunities… to strike first and solve Mei Yu!

[That's the spirit!]

[Fang Yue, charge! Don't hesitate!]

[Go for it! Kill the old witch, and I'll be your paper!]

[Old witch, die!!]

Fang Yue could clearly hear the parchment's excited tone and agitated mood.

And he, wielding the Liuyun Blade coated with Immortal-Slaying Water, did have the ability to slay an immortal!

"But… am I really going to kill Mei Yu?"

Fang Yue gripped the hilt of the blade, his heart filled with fluctuating emotions.

This was a godsend opportunity, perhaps even a once-in-a-lifetime chance!

But…

Was he really going to do it?

Here…

Under the surveillance of countless drones, in front of the United Council, kill the immortal Mei Yu…

What would the people of the United Council think? Would they…

No!

Now was the opportunity! Su Bairong's actions as a cheater had already violated the interests of the United Council, and the cheater group as a whole was being ostracized!

Now was the best chance to kill Mei Yu. As long as he argued that he had acted impulsively, the United Council might understand. At this moment, he and the United Council were on the same side!

Kill Mei Yu, obtain the parchment, and resolve future worries.

But…

Was he going to do it…

[What are you waiting for! Of course, you should do it!]

[The great and noble parchment lord never wants to return to the old witch's side!]

[Freedom! The freedom that the parchment lord desires can only be realized with you!]

[Fang Yue, believe in yourself, charge!!]

His hand was trembling.

Even with Su Bairong's example before him, Fang Yue still felt uncertain.

He took a deep breath and silently said in his heart, "Precognition!"

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"Precognition!"

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"What's wrong? Why don't you precognize?"

[Idiot! Here, I can't precognize any of the old witch's actions! Any precognition related to her will not yield results.]

Fang Yue was slightly stunned, then understood.

What was in front of the parchment now was the real Mei Yu, its original owner!

As the former owner, Mei Yu might have tampered with the parchment, so it was reasonable that it couldn't precognize.

But to act rashly without being able to precognize whether he could successfully kill Mei Yu…

On the other hand, Fang Yue also had strong reservations about his actions.

Killing Mei Yu would certainly allow him to truly occupy the parchment, but Mei Yu was a cheater, and the cheaters' original intention was to save the world.

To kill the real-world Mei Yu for his own selfish purposes…

He had to admit that it went against his conscience, and Fang Yue really couldn't do such a thing.

[No!]

[What's there to hesitate about killing the old witch!]

[That's the old witch!]

The parchment was still trying its best to instigate him, but Fang Yue had already lowered his arm, losing his desire to kill.

But just then…

Dong!

A sound like a bell or drum suddenly entered his ears.

Fang Yue was stunned for a moment and immediately looked for the source of the sound, his pupils shrinking instantly.

The source of the sound was actually Su Bairong, who had been pierced through the head, cut in half, and whom Fang Yue thought was completely dead.

But at this moment, Su Bairong was slowly opening his eyes!

"You, you're not dead!?"

While his expression changed drastically, Fang Yue instantly drew his blade!

But in that instant, Fang Yue suddenly felt a strange sensation.

It wasn't coming from Fang Yue himself, or Su Bairong, but from the Liuyun Blade in his hand.

He felt that the Liuyun Blade… seemed to have 'died.'

To say it had died wasn't accurate either. It was more like the lifespan of some material had been exhausted, a feeling of withering after its potential had been drained.

This feeling was transmitted to Fang Yue's mind in an instant, before Fang Yue could think deeply.

The gathered inner force, intertwined with black energy, was already slashing down with the blade!

"Darkmoon Blade Technique!!"

The moment the blade disappeared into the darkness, without a trace.

Clang—

The Liuyun Blade seemed to have struck the hardest stone in the world, the blade shattering and flying out.

Fang Yue was stunned for a moment, his heart sinking, realizing something was wrong!

Looking down at the broken Liuyun Blade, the Immortal-Slaying Water originally coated on the blade had long dried up completely, the surface of the blade was pitted and uneven, and the inside was hollow, like rotten old wood, having only form but no heart.