Returning Home 06

Ning Xiaoyao took a punch to the face. This seemingly ordinary punch actually made him spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face even deformed slightly. He finally erupted with the energy a male lead should have, launching a frantic counterattack. The black mist within his body continuously surged toward Fang Zhiyi. Caught off guard, Fang Zhiyi's body was instantly eroded by the black mist. Yet, he wasn't in a hurry. Even with a grim expression, he continued to smash his fists into Ning Xiaoyao's face, punch after punch.

No matter what methods Ning Xiaoyao used, Fang Zhiyi's attack method remained the same: unpretentiously beating the Demon Lord with his bare fists.

Everyone could see that half of Fang Zhiyi's body had been eroded, but he still stubbornly pummeled Ning Xiaoyao.

Ning Xiaoyao was clearly blinded by the death of his lover. After exhausting his techniques, he grabbed Fang Zhiyi and began to bite, scratch, and tear at him.

The clash between two Void Refinement realm experts devolved into something resembling a brawl between two flying street thugs, lacking any sense of grace.

The Sect Master immediately focused his attention. He was looking for an opportunity to defeat the enemy with a single blow. As long as he could kill Ning Xiaoyao and capture Fang Zhiyi alive, he would become the sole supreme figure of the cultivation world!

But just as he was about to make a move, several of the ordinary disciples standing on the ground suddenly dashed out, moving even faster than him.

What?

The Sect Master and several elders were dumbfounded. The disciples who had just rushed out from among the ordinary ranks clearly possessed cultivation levels at or above the Soul Formation realm! Were the ordinary disciples of their own sect really this incredible?

First, there was Fang Zhiyi, who kept breaking through, and now there were several Soul Formation experts?

They fell into a brief moment of self-doubt.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyi held the dying Ning Xiaoyao and laughed heartily, You guys sure can endure!

Several figures landed steadily in front of him, all looking at Fang Zhiyi with murderous intent.

Little Hei paused for a moment and suddenly looked at Fang Zhiyi. How did you guess? Even I didn't notice!

Nonsense, we ran away right in front of it. Do you think it's stupid?

Little Hei was momentarily speechless. It looked at the people in front of them; they clearly had an aura different from those ordinary transmigrators.

You could have at least given me a heads-up!

And here I thought you had gotten smarter. Fang Zhiyi snorted. Right in front of those people, he plunged one hand into Ning Xiaoyao's chest, grabbing his primordial spirit the moment it floated out.

This is the last time I'm helping you, Fang Zhiyi muttered.

Little Hei realized something. You treacherous bastard!

The transmigrators who had chased them down also reacted, but it was already too late.

Fang Zhiyi squeezed hard with both hands, completely shattering the primordial spirits of the male and female leads.

Little Hei suddenly changed its form and enveloped Fang Zhiyi. Almost instantly, massive purple lightning struck down from the sky.

The Demon Lord Ning Xiaoyao died, and the Thousand Spirits Sect was destroyed by the heavenly tribulation. Almost the entire sect perished in that rare, once-in-a-millennium lightning tribulation.

No one knew exactly what happened that day, because no one had ever seen such a terrifying tribulation. It lasted for a full seven days.

The original Thousand Spirits Sect was razed to the ground, and the sect with the most abundant spiritual energy in the cultivation world was wiped from existence.

Little Hei cursed the whole way. I really don't know whether to praise you for being meticulous or call you crazy.

Cut the crap... That thing is on a completely different level than you... It can't enter those minor worlds itself, but could you handle the few people it sent?

Little Hei fell silent for a while, then suddenly stopped.

Are we there? Fang Zhiyi asked.

We're here. Have you really thought this through?

Fang Zhiyi chuckled. I can't wait.

But the next moment, a violent impact occurred, and Fang Zhiyi was nearly thrown out. He saw it—the monster from before had caught up again. Little Hei immediately began to defend against it. During the clash between the two unknown entities, Fang Zhiyi was finally thrown out. Just as he was about to be sucked into a vortex, Little Hei's tentacles wrapped around him and forcefully flung him toward a small passage.

Could you be a little gentler!!!

He's awake! Doctor! He's awake! A female voice rang out. Fang Zhiyi groggily opened his eyes. His eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Well, opening his eyes failed; he would sleep a little longer.

But a few minutes later, his eyelids were peeled back, and the bright light brought back much of his consciousness.

Fang Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The doctor in front of him jumped in fright.

Hurry and notify the family! The patient has woken up!

Fang Zhiyi's mind was a mess. He seemed to have had a very long dream. Now fully awake, he couldn't even clearly remember the scenes from the dream. He only recalled a pitch-black monster following him around all day.

His fixation on these vague memories was tossed to the back of his mind the moment he saw his parents.

From his mother's mouth, he learned that he had actually been in a coma for a whole year.

Fang Zhiyi felt somewhat guilty about this. Looking at his parents' white hair, he made up his mind. Upon returning home, he threw all the manuscripts he had never managed to get famous for into the trash. After a brief period of recovery, Fang Zhiyi started sending out resumes everywhere.

Mother Fang wasn't anxious about this; she was more nervous about Fang Zhiyi's health.

Mom, I'm fine now. Fang Zhiyi smiled and flexed his muscles. Look, I've been working out lately.

Mother Fang swatted him. The most important thing for you right now is to nurse your health.

Fang Zhiyi smiled, My health is already great. I'm really sorry for making you two toil for so long...

What are you saying? You're our son, isn't it only right for us to worry about you? Father Fang walked out from the side holding a teacup. However, you can't write novels anymore.

Fang Zhiyi nodded. I won't write anymore, don't worry.

Father and Mother Fang exchanged a glance and revealed relieved smiles.

Fang Zhiyi would occasionally think of that long dream. Sometimes, when someone suddenly walked past him, he would zone out for a moment.

That face seemed to have appeared in his dream.

But a moment later, he would laugh at himself and continue to bury his head in his work.

However, finding a job was a bit difficult for Fang Zhiyi. After all, his previous work experience was as a writer, and he hadn't produced any notable works. Then he had been in a coma in the hospital for a year. Fortunately, Father Fang asked for a favor and found him a job. Although the salary was meager, it was enough for Fang Zhiyi.

Only someone who had lain in a hospital for so long and walked the line between life and death would know how precious it is to be content.

The Fang family's life gradually got back on track.

The only thing that made him a bit uncomfortable was his relatives.

Because of his hospitalization, a lot of money had been spent, and his parents had even borrowed money from nearby relatives. However, faced with Fang Zhiyi's situation, these family members who usually wore wide smiles all found excuses to decline. Fortunately, a friend of his father lent them money, otherwise, who knows what would have happened.

Now that they knew Fang Zhiyi was awake, these relatives started visiting again.

It wasn't for anything else, purely to see Fang Zhiyi as a joke.

Oh, Zhiyi is back!

Fang Zhiyi sighed in his heart.

"That job of yours sounds like quite the hassle. The pay is meager, yet the workload is heavy." The speaker was her eldest aunt. Fang Zhiyi merely offered an awkward smile.