You keep screaming

Fang Yuan's brief upper hand wouldn't last long.

In the exchange of blows, he was already panting heavily. In contrast, Gao Wan's breathing remained deep and steady, revealing a significant disparity in their stamina.

As Gao Wan warmed up and his body heated up, his punches grew faster, gradually shaking off the cold-induced numbness and sluggishness, and beginning to show the full extent of his decades of rigorous training.

"Brat, you can't beat me. According to clan rules, you can't use your Moonlight Gu within the school. You're done for; today you'll definitely become my prisoner!" Gao Wan laughed menacingly, trying to undermine Fang Yuan's morale with his seasoned battle experience.

"After all, I'm still just a teenager. My body hasn't fully matured, and my physical attributes are inferior to this robust servant." Fang Yuan's mind was as cold as ice. With five hundred years of experience, how could his fighting spirit be easily shaken?

"Moonlight Gu!" Fang Yuan's thoughts moved, and as he activated his primeval essence, he leaped back, creating some distance from Gao Wan.

Gao Wan wanted to pursue, but suddenly saw a layer of blue water-like light emerging from Fang Yuan's palm.

His face darkened, and he shouted, "Brat, using a Gu worm in the school is a violation of clan rules!"

"So what if it's a violation?" Fang Yuan sneered. He had learned and mastered the clan rules not to follow them but to know how to break them strategically.

Immediately, he slashed through the air with his palm.

With a soft hiss, a blue moon blade shot out towards Gao Wan's face.

Gao Wan gritted his teeth, raised his arms in front of his face to form a shield, and continued to charge at Fang Yuan, planning to endure the attack and end the fight quickly.

The moon blade struck his arm, and with a sudden sound, flesh and blood splattered in the moonlight. An intense, sharp pain shot through Gao Wan's nerves, almost causing him to faint.

"How is this possible?!" His charge halted, and he was horrified to find deep gashes across his forearms. Blood gushed from the wounds, exposing muscles and even the pale, broken bones.

Gao Wan was utterly shocked, "This can't be! A Rank One initial-stage moon blade can only injure my flesh. How could it cut through my bones? Only a mid-stage moon blade could do that!"

He didn't know that although Fang Yuan was only a Rank One initial-stage Gu Master, he had refined his primeval essence with the Wine Gu, giving him mid-stage primeval essence.

The Moonlight Gu, driven by mid-stage primeval essence, naturally produced a moon blade much more powerful than an initial-stage one.

"Something's wrong with this brat!" Gao Wan, caught off guard and severely injured, lost all his fighting spirit. He immediately decided to retreat.

"Do you think you can escape?" Fang Yuan sneered, pursuing him with continuous moon blade attacks.

"Help! Someone help!" Gao Wan shouted as he fled, his cries echoing far through the quiet school grounds.

"What's going on? Someone's calling for help!" The commotion alerted nearby school guards.

"It's a servant left behind by Miss Mo Yan of the Mo family." The guards, upon seeing the pursuit, halted their steps.

"He's just a servant, not worth protecting."

"Leaving him here is already showing respect to the Mo family."

"But we should be cautious, preventing him from acting desperate and harming Fang Yuan."

The tense guards gathered around but didn't intervene, opting to watch.

For them, if the servant Gao Wan died, it didn't matter. But if Fang Yuan died or got hurt, it would be their responsibility.

Seeing this, Gao Wan's heart sank completely, and he cried out desperately, "We're all non-clan members; you can't just watch me die!"

He was losing more blood and slowing down.

Fang Yuan caught up from behind, his voice cold as ice, pronouncing Gao Wan's death sentence: "Scream all you want, it won't help."

With that, he flipped his hand and sent out two more moon blades.

With a swish, both blades hit Gao Wan's neck.

Gao Wan felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

In the next moment, his vision spun wildly. He saw his own feet, chest, back... and the severed neck.

Then, he was plunged into complete darkness.

Gao Wan was dead.

Fang Yuan's two moon blades had decapitated him, sending his head flying while his body ran another ten meters before collapsing. Bright red blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding flowers and grass scarlet.

"He killed him!"

"Fang Yuan killed someone!"

The guards couldn't help but gasp softly. Witnessing the entire process firsthand, they shivered, feeling a deep sense of fear and dread.

Fang Yuan, just a fifteen-year-old frail teenager, had emotionlessly killed a strong adult man. This was the power of a Gu Master!

The battle was over.

Fang Yuan slowed his steps, walking over leisurely.

His expression was calm, as if he had just done something as mundane as eating or drinking. This expression only intensified the cold fear in the guards' hearts.

Gao Wan's head lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief even in death.

Without any emotion, Fang Yuan lifted his foot and kicked the head away.

The guards' eyes twitched at the sight.

Fang Yuan approached Gao Wan's body, noticing it was still trembling, blood quickly pooling on the ground.

He examined the wounds on Gao Wan's body, his expression dark. The wounds were deep, enough to reveal his secret of possessing mid-stage primeval essence.

If this secret got out, it would soon lead to the revelation of his Wine Gu. Once the Wine Gu was known, the clan elders would naturally connect it to the Flower Wine Monk.

Therefore, Fang Yuan had to keep this secret.

"But too many people have seen it," Fang Yuan thought, glancing at the surrounding guards. There were over ten of them. With less than one-tenth of his primeval essence left, he couldn't kill them all.

After some thought, Fang Yuan bent down, grabbed Gao Wan's ankle, and started dragging the corpse back.

"Young Master Fang Yuan, let us handle this," the guards said respectfully, suppressing their fear.

Their respect was mixed with evident fear.

Fang Yuan quietly scanned the group. The guards instinctively held their breath, lowering their heads.

"Give me a knife," he said, stretching out his hand in a commanding tone that brooked no opposition.

The nearest guard handed over his waist knife involuntarily.

Taking the knife, Fang Yuan continued walking.

The ten-odd guards stood dumbfounded, watching Fang Yuan's retreating figure.

The morning sun rose from the east, its first rays piercing through the mountains and illuminating the school grounds.

Fifteen-year-old Fang Yuan, with his slender, pale frame, walked unhurriedly in the dawn light.

In his left hand, he held a gleaming knife.

In his right hand, he dragged a headless corpse.

Wherever he walked, a trail of bright red blood followed on the dark stone bricks.

The guards watched in a daze, their bodies stiff with cold fear.

The morning sunlight shone on them, but they felt no warmth or brightness.

Gulp.

Someone's throat moved as they swallowed a mouthful of saliva.