I Build a Shelter in the Eternal Night

"..."

Chen Fan expressionlessly looked at Yu Ning’Er, who was sprawled on the ground. ’Slaughter Immortal Holy Land... sounds like a pretty impressive faction.’

"Have you heard of it?"

He looked up at the Jiangbei Old Demon and the members of the Sheep Race standing nearby.

"No."

The Jiangbei Old Demon frowned in thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I can confirm that no such faction exists in Jiangnan. I’m not familiar with Jiangdong or Jiangxi, so it’s possible they might be there."

"They aren’t in Jiangdong or Jiangxi either."

Gongyang Yiyue, the Supreme Elder of the Sheep Race, said gravely, "I have a faint inkling about factions that call themselves a Holy Land. They are all incredibly powerful, but I don’t know the specifics. There are no factions called a Holy Land in our vicinity."

"Hmm..."

After a moment of thought, Chen Fan clicked his tongue. "I thought that for a major faction like you described, the moment you revealed its secrets, you would instantly explode and die."

Sprawled on the ground, Yu Ning’Er forced a rather ugly smile, trying her best to appear obedient. ’As long as I can survive this for now, I have several ways to escape later.’

It was true she came from a major faction.

But—

If she died, the faction behind her wouldn’t avenge her.

A major faction like hers dispatched many small teams to other regions for missions each year. If they had to seek revenge for every single annihilated team, the faction would get nothing else done. They’d spend all their time running around the world seeking vengeance.

Even revenge had to be cost-effective!

Revenge was a means to an end, not an end in itself.

When everyone knew one of your teams had been killed, you had to take revenge; otherwise, your prestige would suffer. But if that team died unnoticed in some remote corner, the faction couldn’t be bothered to avenge them. After all, no one would ever know.

Besides, this place was so far from the Holy Land. To die here was to die in vain.

...

"Tell me why you infiltrated the Jiangbei Chen Family."

Chen Fan asked the question that concerned him the most.

"For the sake of..."

Yu Ning’Er barely hesitated. Giving Chen Fan no chance to react, she blurted it all out in a rush, "Nameless Mountain is His old residence! He set up the Imprisoned Heaven..."

Her voice came to an abrupt stop.

BAM!

Chen Fan stomped the woman’s head hard into the ground, preventing her from speaking. He then turned to look at the Jiangbei Old Demon, who, along with his men, tactfully retreated to a distance, though their minds were in turmoil.

They had only heard half of it, but... ’Does Nameless Mountain hold a great secret?’

"Doing that on purpose?"

Chen Fan crouched down, grabbed the woman by her hair, and said calmly, "Want to try shouting a little louder?"

"I..."

The woman’s body trembled as she avoided Chen Fan’s gaze. She had indeed wanted more people to hear the news, to muddy the waters so she might have a chance to escape.

"He... He set up the Celestial Prison Grand Array on Nameless Mountain to nurture an extremely precious Heavenly and Earthly Treasure, a Snow Lotus that takes a hundred years to mature. There’s also a Mountain Embryo. Do you know of the Blood Trace Grand Array, the one the Ghost King used to break through? The core material for that Array was a Mountain Remains Embryo."

"A Mountain Embryo is even more precious than a Mountain Remains Embryo."

"Furthermore, there’s an Exotic Treasure at the bottom of the Celestial Pit. My master speculates that He used a hammer to smash a mountain, creating the Celestial Pit. The rock at the bottom of the pit would be extremely dense from the compression of so much mountain mass. After so many years, it might have formed the Heavenly and Earthly Treasure known as Earth Gold."

"Based on our calculations, the Snow Lotus will fully mature after this year’s rainy season. Ordinary people can’t enter that Grand Array, but I have a special method. If you spare me, I can take you into the Celestial Prison Grand Array."

"Everything can be yours."

"I just want to live."

"That’s it?" Chen Fan asked, tilting his head.

"That’s it. That’s really it."

"Mm."

Chen Fan picked up a longsword dropped by a Chen Family Member on the ground nearby. Without pausing, he plunged it straight into the back of Yu Ning’Er’s neck. He watched the venomous hatred that surfaced in her eyes and the life force that quickly faded from them before standing up, dusting off his hands, and murmuring,

"Quite the schemer."

"Mother!"

Lying nearby, Chen Quan snapped out of his daze upon seeing this. He let out a heart-wrenching, guttural howl, "Chen Fan, you’ll die a horrible death! You killed your own stepmother!"

"What was that?"

Chen Fan glanced at Chen Quan, pulled the blood-stained longsword from Yu Ning’Er’s neck, and crouched down to look at him calmly. "Considering what you and your mother did to me in the past, the fact that I didn’t rape her in front of you already makes me a saint."

Before Chen Quan could respond, the longsword shot out again.

Just as the Jiangbei Old Demon had said, killing was indeed quite simple.

As long as the advantage was on his side.

He could kill anyone he wanted with a mere flick of his wrist, or even just a word from his lips.

And with that—

the core bloodline of the Jiangbei Chen Family was almost completely wiped out.

"Lame Monkey."

Chen Fan stood up and scanned the Chen Family Members sprawled on the ground. "Find all the wicked servants who used to bully you. Oh, and the ones who bullied me, too. Kill them all."

"You got it!"

Lame Monkey grinned, limping toward a burly man he had already spotted. He looked down on him condescendingly and slammed the Godslaying Spear in his hand into the ground. "Remember this cripple?"

...

"Tributor Liu of the Jiangbei Chen Family."

"A Level 5 Architect."

Chen Fan walked up to a middle-aged man with a thoughtful expression. "You must be the most valuable person here, wouldn’t you say?"

The middle-aged man, who was pinned to the ground, nodded his head repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. The irrepressible fear in his eyes made his voice tremble. "I possess a legacy of architectural knowledge! I have created two qualitative transformations! I..."