Chapter 214: A Perverted Man? A Embroidery Needle!

“Orange, once the Year Beast explodes, how do you plan to thank us?”
After a moment of tense silence, someone laughed and asked the man at the Mysterious Realm, “I heard that besides gold coins, the Year Beast also has top-notch martial arts manuals and weapons, worth hundreds of thousands of silver taels. With such a huge ‘gift pack,’ you should at least treat us well, right?”
“Hahaha… Don’t worry! Once I’m successful, I definitely won’t forget everyone. I’ll treat you all to a great meal at Wangyue Tower.”
Seeing that the Year Beast couldn’t hold on much longer, Orange, who was at the Mysterious Realm, was filled with excitement, imagining himself rising to fame after obtaining these treasures. He hadn’t even thought about sharing them with his companions.
As soon as these words were spoken, even the stupidest and slowest could understand the hidden meaning—Orange intended to keep all the treasures for himself. What about them? Hadn’t they been excited just thinking about a meal hosted by Orange?
“Hmph!”
Immediately, a few people stepped back:
“…I’ve no interest in drinking with you. We all discovered this Year Beast together. Why should you get all the benefits?”
Soon, even those who had hesitated due to pride stopped fighting and left the battle zone, refusing to help Orange fight the Year Beast anymore…
Orange finally realized what was happening. Looking around, aside from one brother who remained loyal, everyone else had stopped fighting and stepped aside. But he didn’t care. He just sneered at them, “Don’t think I can’t kill the Year Beast without you. Let me tell you—this Year Beast is mine!”
At that moment, the Year Beast was covered in wounds, its speed greatly reduced. With several powerful slashes from Orange, it became even more pitiful, covered in blood, struggling forward weakly.
Orange laughed coldly as he pursued, slashing repeatedly. His Ghost Head Great Sword left trail after trail of bloodstains on the Year Beast, draining its life force.
“A bunch of Fate Realm cultivators, trying to steal the Year Beast from me? I treated you to drinks out of respect. How dare you be so ungrateful!”
Although they were from the same sect, they had been gathered temporarily, with little familiarity or deep bonds among them. But Orange’s harsh words truly angered his fellow cultivators.
“Damn it!”
Glancing at each other, several of them rushed forward, faces filled with rage.
“Die, you bastard!”
“Haha! You’re furious because you’re ashamed, huh? Still trying to steal the monster? Come on!”

Orange, full of youthful fury, immediately lost his temper. His face twisted into a fierce expression as he threw aside the slow-moving Year Beast and swung his sword, sending the nearest person flying along with it.
Thud! Clang!
Relying on his excellent equipment, he endured attacks from both sides on his shoulders, while his Ghost Head Sword slashed through the chest of the person on the left with lightning speed, leaving a deep wound that reached the bone.
“Damn you, you wretched bastard!”
Gritting his teeth, he sent the second person flying. Blood splattered on Orange’s face as well. He kicked another away with his foot, his gaze sharp and merciless as he shouted, “Who’s next?” At his gaze, even those who hadn’t moved yet couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Bastards!”
There was a limit to what could be tolerated.
This jerk had stolen the Year Beast, killed people, and still acted so arrogantly. Even his usually calm companions were now enraged by his expression. With a low growl, they activated their protective barriers and charged at Orange together.
Roar!
His expression changed slightly as Orange roared, “Damn it, fellow disciples! Can’t stand seeing me succeed! Damn you, immortals! I’ll finish you all today!” He turned and charged toward the left.
Although Orange was hot-tempered and impulsive, he wasn’t stupid enough to confront seven or eight people head-on. Just three of them had already inflicted minor injuries on him. If he couldn’t handle them properly, he might die here, and the Year Beast could also be stolen.
The group quickly engaged in a fierce fight.
Although Orange kept trying to avoid more damage and kill his opponents, his injuries kept mounting—two of his opponents actually possessed advanced martial skills.
However, through a desperate fighting style, he managed to brutally kill four of them, reducing the threat further.
Just as the fratricide sparked by unequal loot distribution was about to reach its most tragic conclusion, an uninvited guest entered the forest at that moment.
Clap, clap, clap-clap…
Clapping his hands, he calmly stepped out from behind the trees, his handsome face appearing before the group:
“Human nature is truly fragile.”
“…”
Orange and the five remaining opponents stopped immediately, their eyes vigilantly fixed on the man who continued walking toward them.
“Stay out of our business!”
“Hmph, I don’t even want to deal with you vulgar folks.”

With a light snort, the mysterious man stepped lightly, drawing out a pink handkerchief in a rather feminine manner. As he walked, he gently wiped his face, muttering something resentfully under his breath. He stopped, raised his eyes toward Orange and the others, who were stunned: “Hmph! Look again—I’ll gouge out your eyes!” His tone was light, but the murderous intent behind it was intense and direct. Orange and the others completely ignored the “mysterious man’s” warning. By now, they could clearly see that his face was painted with a faint rouge, and his eyelashes were also styled—up close, he had a somewhat feminine charm…

Sss!

Everyone’s hair stood on end.

The events of the day had already made them realize that in the martial world, those who pursued fame and profit at the expense of brotherhood were already alarming enough. But compared to this unconventional figure before them, they seemed insignificant—“The world is full of wonders,” they thought. “Someone like this even shows up in the martial world to flaunt himself. Is he a man in disguise or a cosplay enthusiast?”

“Treat my warning as wind in your ears?” Sensing their strange gazes, the mysterious man’s face twisted in anger. Still retaining a hint of charm, he glared at the six of them, his feminine demeanor masking a fierce murderous intent.

Sss! Sss! Hiss!

The pink handkerchief paused slightly, his gaze suddenly sharpening. A few fallen leaves in mid-air froze abruptly. A powerful aura surged from the forest, sweeping up dust and leaves. Several bright lights, accompanied by barely audible sounds, rushed toward the six of them.

“Be careful!”

“Ah!”

Since they had been staring at the mysterious man, they managed to notice his movements in time.

But it was still too late!

No—rather, his hidden weapons were too fast. By the time they realized it, the weapons were already before them. The six of them covered their eyes simultaneously, screaming in agony as blood flowed from their wounds.

And from the gaps between their fingers, a tiny silver tip was visible—a sewing needle!

What was even more shocking was that each sewing needle’s tip was tied to a thread leading to the mysterious man’s hand. With a sudden charming smile, he applied slight pressure, tightening the threads. The six of them screamed as they fell to the ground, never to get up again.

Turning his gaze, the beast of the year was gone.