Unrivalled Blood Summoner

Kill

Mo Fang was confronted with these expressions, but he remained unfazed and concealed a cold smile. It was obvious to him that Darren had washed Mo Zi's memory. 

"Don't you know how to greet your elders and even your father when they're standing right in front of you?" Mo Ren, the elder who gave him this spot, said coldly. 

Mo Zi noticed something unusual about Mo Fang while Mo Ren was talking to him. 

"I'm sorry I didn't greet you, but that's only because you guys came to my house uninvited; I was planning to go out to the forest, but you guys are ruining my plan."

Mo Fang replied with a smile that quickly turned into a frown when he noticed Mo Zi's gaze on his body. 

"How is this possible? How did you manage to reach high stage 1-star realm so quickly?" 

'I almost forgot that someone with a higher realm can easily see the cultivation of someone who is one realm lower.' When his cultivation was revealed, Mo Fang couldn't help but sigh. 

'Large stage?' Fang Yu yelled in her head, as did the two guys, high stage was too fast; everyone knew Mo Fang was just a low stage 1-star cultivator; in fact, one of these guys saw Mo Fang that day when he returned, and he was still a low stage 1-star cultivator.

"What's the big deal about it? It's just high stage." Mo Fang shrugged, a cold smile on his face. 

All this time, his focus had been on Fang Yu, the girl who had broken the previous Mo Fang's heart by canceling the engagement on her own. 

Mo Fang would not want to rely on the previous one's dream of winning back her love; instead, his heart was set on killing her. 

'She is a 2-star cultivator; the blood energy she will provide will undoubtedly be sufficient to achieve a breakthrough.' 

"Mo Fang, how did you increase your cultivation so quickly? You should start explaining now so that help is available when the side effect of your rapid power growth kicks in." Mo Zi inquired coldly.

He came here primarily to beat the crap out of Mo Fang for disobeying his orders that night. 

When Darren cleared his memories, he only cleared the ones that had to do with his intervention and everything else that had to do with Mo Fang's elements. 

But now he was even more concerned about Mo Fang's rapid rise to power, which had never happened before. 

Mo Ren and the others waited for Mo Fang to respond to their questions about the depraved or demonic technique he had begun using. 

Seconds turned into minutes, but Mo Fang had still not responded, other than a smile on his face and him locking the door behind him and placing the keys in his pocket, as if he wanted to leave them standing.

"If you don't start talking, you'll be investigated by the Mo family's investigators. What is the name of the demonic technique that you're using?" Mo Ren expressed his displeasure. 

Depraved techniques are cultivation techniques that rapidly increase one's power; however, the side effects are more than normal humans can bear; they can cause amnesia, and in the worst case scenario, the cultivator will turn into something resembling a zombie. 

Demonic technique, on the other hand, does not boost one's cultivation but increases it at a faster rate than normal techniques, but it is considered a taboo among righteous cultivators because it sometimes involves the demonic cultivator killing the righteous or having intimacy with the opposite gender.

Mo Fang "Absorbing Earth" has demonic characteristics, but it is not a demonic technique because it can be cultivated normally; the only difference between normal and demonic technique is that it absorbs more essence faster. 

"It doesn't matter which path I take to power as long as I get there; just focus on yourself and let me be, or you'd prefer I be a laughingstock forever." Mo Fang despised saying this; he despised being laughed at by others, regardless of whether he was employing demonic or depraved techniques. 

Mo Fang did not want to answer any further questions because they were getting on his nerves, so he stood up and began walking away from them, but who would have guessed that one of the guys would attack him with a sword? It was clear why the guy attacked, it was to appear heroic in Fang Yu's eyes.

"Who told you to leave, arrogant brat?" 

The guy's sword was a mortal grade one, just like Mo Fang's. 

Phewwww. 

Mo Fang's senses had improved as his cultivation progressed, allowing him to hear the sound of the sword approaching him. 

He relied on instinct to leap 1.3 feet into the air. 

Nonetheless, his method of escape was flawed, as the sword ripped through his robe, injuring and bleeding his right leg. 

'Damnit.' 

The pain of sustaining sword injuries was very new to Mo Fang as this was his first, and it was certainly painful, even more so than when knives were involved.

Healing it on the spot is very possible; there are over 100 pills that could be taken for rapid healing, and he could also use qi essence to heal it, but only when he was free to do so, not now that a crazy brat wielding his own sword was attempting to act as a heroic saint in the presence of a beauty whom Mo Fang would later kill or use for his own purposes. 

"Mo Fang has gotten into a fight with someone." A disciple yelled, waking up the other disciples, and they all rushed outside to see who Mo Fang was fighting with.

"Mo Fang is insane." 

"Mo Fang doesn't care about his life." 

They disciples spoke with varying emotions, but one of them, a teenager with white hair, noticed something unusual and informed the others. 

"Before you say shit, consider the situation. Can't you see something different about Mo Fang, the bloodlust in his eyes, the sudden confidence, it appears his cultivation has increased?" The white-haired youngster stated that, although being the youngest among the viewers, no one could hit him for disrespecting them. 

They observed Mo Fang to see that what the teen said was true.

Meanwhile, seeing the blood in his leg sparked an inexplicable rage in Mo Fang, rage that can only be quenched when the other party is dead. 

Mo Fang lurched up, his sword constantly in his back, it was his backpack in this world, which existed in the form of a black sheath. The sword is the only valuable item that can be placed in it; with this sweet weapon, everything he desires will come to him. 

He turned his head to face the boy who had injured him, then to Elder Ren, and said.

"Will it be a crime, Elder Ren, if I murder this young man? He was the first to attack me and would have killed me if there was nothing wrong with it, and no one dares to stop me."