Fantasy: I Become God by playing a game [Dungeons + LitRPG +Xinxia]

**Chapter 53: New Dungeon - Ancient Sword Cultivator's Tomb (9)**

Perhaps he felt that he had a huge advantage, or perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken to the heretic, Fang Heng, did not rush to take action at this time but instead teased Su Chen with words.

"Qi gathering kid, you can't get out alive today, so I will tell you about Fang Heng's experiences in Qingyun Sect."

"Do you know how the Qingyun Sect treated Fang Heng, a fool?"

Su Chen remained silent, his eyes fixed on the blood sword in the heretic Fang Heng's right hand, recording every trace of spiritual power running along its blade.

The heretic Fang Heng seemed disinterested in Su Chen's silence and continued to talk to himself: "Innate Sword Body—Fang Heng has an innate sword body! He was born with a sword spirit, a sword genius that is rare in the world of immortal cultivation!"

"If he were in another sect, they would definitely do everything possible to cultivate his inherent gift and make him one of the few great sword cultivators in the history of the sect."

"But what did Qingyun Sect do? They actually let Fang Heng practice on his own, saying that true cultivation is about nurturing the true self and achieving transcendent freedom."

"They also claimed that if your path is forced upon you by outsiders, then it is most likely not your true way."

"So they never forced Fang Heng to do anything; they just let him follow his own nature. He was afraid of seeing blood, so he only dared to practice swordsmanship with a wooden sword on weekdays and never fought living beings. Because of his cowardly disposition, he never argued with other disciples; even when he was at a loss, he would remain silent and bear it alone." 

"It was so frustrating to follow him. If I hadn't been deceived by the sword intent in his body, I would have thought that this guy would take me out to make a name for myself. How could I have recognized him as my master and allowed him to bring me out of the Sword Pavilion?" 

It seemed the heretic Fang Heng was angry with the original Fang Heng from the past, as his breathing became rapid, and it took him a long time to regain control. Although he chastised Fang Heng profusely, the heretic Fang Heng couldn't help but acknowledge him a few times. 

"But you know what? This kid's talent for swordsmanship is really not to be underestimated."

"Because he is afraid of seeing blood, he created a style of swordsmanship called Traceless."

"This swordsmanship has no other features, just one word: fast. It is so quick that even if the enemy is killed, the sword won't be stained with blood."

"In fact, if this guy had enough time or a relatively stable training environment, I believe that even without going out to practice, he would definitely be able to enter the Dao with swordsmanship, achieve Golden Elixir Stage, and even become a Nascent Soul Stage Master. It's certainly not just foundation building."

"But it's a pity—this kid was not only born in the wrong era, but his own personality squandered his original talent."

"Can you believe it? When the enemy attacked the sect, this guy didn't dare to draw his sword. He retreated time and again until he hid in the Sword Pavilion, where he was ultimately killed by the sword of the heretic Taoist master when the Sword Pavilion was destroyed."

"It's ridiculous, it's truly ridiculous. Do you think this guy's life... is very sad?"

The heretic Fang Heng assumed Su Chen would empathize with his words; however, Su Chen had a different perspective.

He looked at the heretic Fang Heng and replied seriously: "Compared to Fellow Daoist Fang, I think you are more pathetic at this moment."

"What did you say?!"

The heretic Fang Heng glared at Su Chen, his eyes filled with anger.

"You think I'm pathetic? You actually think that?!"

"Do you want me to be like him, a coward for life, hiding when facing problems?"

"A great sword cultivator never stained his sword with blood in his life. How can such a person be compared to me? What can he compare with me?"

Su Chen met Fang Heng's furious gaze calmly, stating, "I'm not comparing you with anyone; I'm simply presenting the facts."

"You are entitled to disagree with Fellow Daoist Fang's character and lifestyle. But you can't use this to humiliate him—because although he has never drawn his sword against an enemy, he has also never drawn his sword against his fellow disciples."

"No one ever said that sword cultivators must shed blood, nor did anyone say that a sword cultivator cannot retreat."

"This is his path, and he has always followed it without wavering."

"All things in the world have different paths yet lead to the same destination. While I do not recognize Fellow Daoist Fang's way, I will not rashly deny it either."

"On the other hand, although your words are filled with contempt for Fellow Daoist Fang, in essence, you are trying to impose your own path onto him."

"Isn't it... pathetic to force others to do what you yourself cannot achieve?"

"Compared to Fellow Daoist Fang, haven't you been retreating all this time?"

The heretic Fang Heng fell silent, unable to find a response to refute Su Chen's claims.

After a moment, two balls of ghost fire slowly emerged in his empty eye sockets.

His expression transformed from furious madness to eerie calmness.

But this calmer demeanor made Su Chen feel even more apprehensive.

The heretic Fang Heng fixed his gaze on Su Chen and spoke in a cold tone: "Okay, okay, I finally understand why I felt the urge to tear you apart the moment I saw you."

"You are just like those stubborn old fools in Qingyun Sect. You exude an inexplicable tolerance, as if the whole world is full of bad people and you are the only good one."

"You should feel fortunate. If Fang Heng hadn't been stopping me, I would have torn you apart the moment you walked in."

"I don't know where you, a mere Qi gathering stage cultivator, get the confidence to point fingers at me."

"You don't seriously think a few words will allow you to spare me, right?"

"Don't dream, kid; you're dead today!"

The heretic Fang Heng expected that after hearing his death threat, Su Chen would no longer maintain his damn calm.

After all, he had rarely encountered individuals who could face death without changing expression.

Yet today... that expectation was shattered.

For Su Chen remained unfazed even after hearing those words.

He looked at the heretic Fang Heng with unwavering calm, so composed that it seemed he had no concept of death.

This placid demeanor further enraged Fang Heng.

'No! Why are you so arrogant?'

'Is there truly someone in this world who is unafraid of death?'

Is Su Chen afraid of death?

Of course, he is afraid.

But he does not fear death in the dungeon because he will not truly die here.

He gazed at Fang Heng—the heretic who was visibly angered, his face contorted—and shook his head.

"Su does not consider himself a strong man, nor does he have the ambition to care about the world."

"Today, all I seek is immortality and the chance to see the world I have never known."

"And there is one thing you may have misunderstood: my attitude toward Fellow Daoist Fang is not one of tolerance."

"I treat everyone equally and firmly believe that every decision I make is the right one."

"If one day, Su chooses to become an enemy of the world, it is definitely not my fault; it is the fault of the whole world... This is my path."

"I believe Fellow Daoist Fang is right, so he... is right."

"Hahaha!"

Fang Heng, the heretic, erupted with laughter as if he had heard something amusing.

Once he finished laughing, the outsider Fang Heng sneered: "So if you think he is right, then he is right, and I am wrong, making me wrong?"

Su Chen replied calmly: "Yes."

"Hahahaha... Then I want to see what you can do to me."

After finishing his declaration, the heretic Fang Heng made his move.

The right hand, transformed into a blood sword, struck with the speed of lightning, without form or trace.

But for Su Chen, who maintained a high level of focus and fortified himself with several talismans, he barely managed to glimpse the sword of the heretic Fang Heng.

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