Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 349 6 Treasure Secret Realm 3

"Hahaha, young lady, just obey me!" A demon cultivator grinned wildly. The sharp blade in his hand shone with a cold light, and he ruthlessly split a puppet into two halves.

The puppet's fragments flew everywhere, and the sound of them breaking seemed to announce Li Yatong's despair.

Li Yatong, who was begging the Demon Mountain, fell to the ground, her pretty face full of fear and despair. She widened her eyes, watching the puppet she had put together with great difficulty shattered in an instant, her heart filled with helplessness and regret. She could never have imagined that the puppet she had carefully built would be so vulnerable in front of this monk.

Her body trembled slightly, like a wounded bird shivering in the storm.

"Don't do anything violent!" A middle-aged man with a gun saw the girl in danger and suddenly felt a strong sense of anxiety and worry in his heart.

Still a mile away, he threw the spear in his hand without hesitation. The spear shot out like lightning, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

The spear, carrying his eagerness and determination, like a ray of hope, rushed towards Li Yatong.

"So it's your lover who's here. Well, later I'll show him how happy you are after being with me. Hahaha..." The monk turned his head with a disdainful smile on his face.

His eyes were full of evil and arrogance, as if everything was under his control. He dodged the spear lightly, and the spear returned without success, piercing deep into the ground, leaving only a deep hole.

"Uncle Fang, save me." Li Yatong regretted it so much at this time. She shouldn't have been so arrogant.

Her voice was filled with fear and helplessness, tears welled up in her eyes. After all, the puppets of the second level were too fragile and had only one function.

It turned out that she usually relied on her beauty and everyone gave in to her, so she became so arrogant that she even dared to venture into this secret place of killing and torture.

But who knew that the first opponent she encountered was a monk from Skull Mountain. In his hands, one puppet could only withstand three blows. Now that all five puppets were broken, she was completely at the mercy of others.

Fang Qingtian stretched out his hand and the spear flew back into his hand. Seeing that the monk let the girl go and turned to deal with him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "If anything happens to Miss Li, my heart will be broken."

He held the spear tightly, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness. He knew that he had to protect this girl, even at the cost of his life.

Fang Qingtian straightened his chest and strode forward. His eyes were fixed on the demon cultivator, and the spear in his hand exuded a biting coldness. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on the enemy's heart. He exuded a powerful aura, like an unshakable mountain.

"If you dare to touch her, I will kill you without a burial place!" Fang Qingtian's voice sounded like thunder, shaking the air around him slightly. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn the demon cultivator in front of him to ashes.

The demon cultivator looked at Fang Qingtian with a scornful smile on his face. "You? You think you can stop me?" He swung the blade in his hand, and a sharp blade light slashed towards Fang Qingtian.

Fang Qingtian was not in a hurry. He shook the spear in his hand and met the knife light. The spear collided with the knife light, making a loud noise and sparks flying. Fang Qingtian's body shook slightly, but he still stood there steadily without taking a step back.

"You have some skills, but you are still too weak." The demon cultivator sneered and rushed over again, brandishing the sharp blade. His speed was extremely fast, like a ghost, making it difficult to predict.

Fang Qingtian's eyes were focused, and he concentrated on dealing with the demon cultivator's attack. The spear in his hand danced like a dragon, sometimes stabbing out, sometimes sweeping across, dissolving the demon cultivator's attacks one by one. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had merged with the spear.

The two men engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield. The flashes of swords and the shadows of guns intertwined, making bursts of harsh sounds. The air around them seemed to be distorted by their battle, making people feel an invisible pressure.

Li Yatong sat on the ground, nervously watching Fang Qingtian's fight with the demon cultivator. Her heart was filled with worry and emotion. She knew that Fang Qingtian was fighting so hard to protect her.

But gradually, Li Yatong discovered with horror that Fang Qingtian was indeed slightly inferior to the Skull Mountain monk in terms of strength. Although Fang Qingtian fought to the death and tried his best to resist, the situation was increasingly developing in an unfavorable direction.

But if he continued like this, he would be defeated sooner or later. Li Yatong's heart was hanging high again. She knew very clearly that if Fang Qingtian was defeated, she would definitely not be able to escape the clutches of the devil.

"No, I can't go on like this." Li Yatong thought secretly in her heart. She reached into the storage bag quietly and took out a mechanical ball.

Her hands were shaking slightly, and nervousness was surging in her heart like a tide. She waited nervously for the opportunity, her eyes fixed on the Skull Mountain monk who was concentrating on fighting Fang Qingtian.

While the monk was unaware, she decisively threw the mechanical ball at his feet. The mechanical ball spun rapidly, instantly releasing an extremely powerful force, tightly wrapping the feet of the Skull Mountain monk like a tough rope.

Fang Qingtian immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and thrust the spear in his hand out like a swift lightning, leaving a sharp trajectory in the air.

The monk from Skull Mountain was about to move to dodge, but he found that his feet had been locked at some point and he could not move.

The spear directly pierced through the demon cultivator's chest. The demon cultivator opened his eyes wide, unwilling to die in such a miserable way until his death.

His body trembled slightly, and he slowly fell down, losing his breath.

Fang Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked to Li Yatong and gently helped her up. "Miss Li, are you okay?"

Li Yatong looked at Fang Qingtian, tears in her eyes. "Uncle Fang, thank you. If it weren't for you, I..." Her voice choked, and she couldn't say the rest.

Fang Qingtian smiled gently. "It's okay, Miss Li. As long as you are safe, I will be relieved." He patted Li Yatong's shoulder gently, his eyes full of comfort and determination.

However, Li Yatong's face was full of worry. "But, it's only the first day and I've already used up all my puppets. Uncle Fang, I'll be a burden to you from now on."

Fang Qingtian looked at the person he had always secretly loved with deep affection, his eyes full of tenderness and persistence. "Don't be afraid, Miss Li. As long as I am still standing, I will stand in front of you."

Li Yatong was moved, and like a wounded bird that had found a warm harbor, she threw herself into his arms. "Uncle Fang, but I really don't want to die, I want to survive." Her voice was full of desire for life and hope for the future.

Fang Qingtian hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to use his arms to build a solid wall for her to protect her from all the dangers in the world.

Fang Qingtian's heart was like a wave stirred by a strong wind, and it was hard to calm down. He never dared to believe that one day he would be able to hold the object of his secret love in his arms. At this moment, he felt that even if he died immediately, it would be worth it.

"Miss Li, you will not die. I, Old Fang, will protect you and get you out of this Six Treasures Secret Realm safely even at the cost of my own life." His words were firm and powerful, as if he was making a sacred oath.

"Uncle Fang, I know your intentions, but you are too weak. Let's go and meet up with Yuan Xianzhen and the others as soon as possible. As long as you send me there, we will be safe." Li Yatong begged in his arms, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in her voice.

Fang Qingtian showed a bitterness on his face. "Miss Li, Yuan Xianzhen will not help you for no reason, especially after you lost your puppets, he will not protect you at all."

His eyes were full of worry. He knew Yuan Xianzhen's character very well. He would not easily lend a helping hand without sufficient benefits.

"I know that Yuan Xianzhen has been coveting my beauty for a long time. As long as I am willing to agree to it, he will definitely agree to protect me." Li Yatong's voice was filled with helplessness and determination. She knew it was a difficult choice, but in order to survive, she seemed to have no other choice.

After hearing her words, Fang Qingtian felt a complex emotion in his heart, including anger, helplessness, and heartache.

"Miss Li, we don't need to beg Yuan Xianzhen. If you trust me, Old Fang, just follow me." Fang Qingtian said sincerely.

Li Yatong had an expression of disbelief on her face, and she thought Fang Qingtian was raising the price.

"Uncle Fang, just consider it as me begging you. I know you have always had a crush on me. Otherwise, I can make you happy right now. I only ask you to send me to Yuan Xianzhen. But you can't insert it. You can do whatever you want. Otherwise, since I am not a virgin, Yuan Xianzhen will not protect me." Li Yatong said with a bit of despair and pleading. At this moment, she didn't care about shame and dignity at all.

Fang Qingtian's old face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple. The bitterness in his heart surged like a tide, and he felt more and more unbearable after being pointed out so bluntly by the girl he secretly loved.

For thirty years, he had taken good care of her and invested countless efforts and emotions in her, but in the end, he did not even gain the most basic trust.

When Fang Qingtian thought about personally sending his beloved girl into the arms of another man, and then watching her being intimate and affectionate with someone else, his heart felt as if it was being cut by thousands of sharp blades. The pain was a thousand times more painful than killing him.

"Uncle Fang, you'd better hurry up, otherwise other people will be here soon." Li Yatong looked anxious, and her fair little hands began to clumsily untie Fang Qingtian's belt.

Fang Qingtian was shocked and quickly held her hand. He said in a trembling voice, "Miss Li, you don't have to do this. I am satisfied just by looking at you from afar. I never dared to have the slightest hope of really getting you. After all, there is a 100-year age difference between us."

He took a deep breath, and as if he had made a great decision, he said, "I will take you to see Yuan Xianzhen now."

Fang Qingtian knew very well that the Six Treasures Secret Realm was vast and boundless, beyond imagination. In this dangerous place, if you were not careful, you might collide with other cultivators head-on.

It was obviously unrealistic to bring a burden like Li Yatong with me and aimlessly search for the charcoal monk and the short-haired young man. It was better to take out the locator first, meet up with Yuan Xianzhen and the others, and get a chance to breathe for a while.

However, when Fang Qingtian thought about how Miss Li would be wronged by Yuan Xianzhen for a few days, his steps became extremely heavy, and every step he took seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. His heart was filled with helplessness and worry, but he could do nothing about it. In this cruel world, he seemed to have no better choice.