"Are you talking about transformation..."
"Get lost!" Wang Zhenyu glanced sideways, showing a look of annoyance: "Do you really think you’re being funny?"
"I just think there’s no need to be so overly cautious..."
Wang Zhenshi’s face showed an awkward smile, subconsciously looking towards Wang Xuanmiao inside the iron gate.
"Clan leader, actually everyone knows how deeply the Wuwei Sect has infiltrated over these years, which family is truly clean?"
Wang Zhenshi looked at Wang Zhenyu’s expression, unable to hold back: "It’s different now compared to the past..."
Though history records nine instances of Mountain-breaking and Temple-attacking, if one were to say it was purely a battle between good and evil, that’s nonsense. Tracing back the origins, who can explain it clearly!?
But now, even the once top enemy of the Wuwei Sect, the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, is gone, and if we were to say that the Wuwei Sect is still monstrous, I fear the voices won’t be as unified as before.
"Foolish!"
Wang Zhenyu’s face slightly darkened as he shouted sternly: "No matter the current environnt, the slogans from above remain consistent..."
"If we don’t even maintain appearances, then death isn’t far off."
"Actually... didn’t our Wang Family also encounter such an incident before? Back then, our seventh..."
At this point, Wang Zhenshi’s voice stopped abruptly.
"Zhenhuang was exceptional among us back then, the only one who mastered the Beidou Refining God... He colluded with the Wuwei Sect, and the reason he survived was because he paid a huge price." Wang Zhenyu said solemnly.
"A huge price?" Wang Zhenshi showed a curious look.
Rumors about Wang Zhenhuang have never ceased within the Wang Family.
So say, in his youth, like Xiong Sanqi from the Xiong Family, he followed that man to distant places, sweeping across the Seven Eastern and Southern Provinces, invincible and undefeated, notorious, even alarming the White Crane Temple.
"He betrayed that man, that’s why the ones above were willing to spare his life, even so... now he is neither like a person nor like a ghost." Wang Zhenyu could not help but sigh.
"That man..."
Wang Zhenshi remained silent, and by now, perhaps no one rembers the title that man held, but in their era, his na was earth-shattering, spanning north and south.
"The Great Spirit Sect King!"
...
At that mont, inside that dusty room.
In a huge glass container, the erald green liquid continuously bubbled, and a hideous and eerie remnant lay subrged within, floating up and down.
Thud... thud... thud...
Suddenly, a slow and leisurely footstep echoed within the room, the door was not opened, but a person had already arrived.
A cloaked figure, as if shrouded in shadow, abruptly appeared in front of the gigantic glass container.
anwhile, within the glass container, that mutilated body slowly opened its only remaining eye.
"How pathetic... The once renowned Beidou Wanderer has ended up like this... worse than a stray dog."
A mocking laughter reverberated in the cold and clear room.
"Being able to co and go in the Wang Family as if it’s an unguarded place, truly befitting of you..."
"Rooster!"
"The Immortal is highly elusive... Back then, I learned so techniques from the Immortal." The newcor chuckled softly.
"The Thirteen Zodiacs, with humans as the lead..."
"The title of Human Xiao is the Immortal..." On Wang Zhenhuang’s grotesquely damaged face appeared a look of ridicule: "You actually dared to learn His Daoist Skill!?"
"Throughout the ages, out of ten Daoists under the heaven, nine are surnad Zhang, and one is surnad Li..."
"The surna Li is the origin of all paths... The Immortal is surnad Li, so learning His Daoist Skill ans returning to the origin." The newcor said casually.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Zhenhuang asked in a deep voice.
"So old matters, I want to ask about them clearly."
"What?" Wang Zhenhuang pursued.
"Back then, you betrayed the Great Spirit Sect King, leaking the secret of him entering the Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation, which is how we seized the opportunity to slay them father and son beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain..."
"But over the years, the more I think about it, the more I feel sothing is amiss." The newcor spoke in a tense whisper.
"I don’t understand what you an." The mutilated body within the glass container spoke in a deep voice.
"The Great Spirit Sect King... who exactly is he? The Divine Demon Holy Embryo... what kind of Technique is that?"
"I have a feeling... he’s not dead yet!?"
Gurgle gurgle...
Suddenly, a rapid string of bubbles surged up inside the massive glass container.
"Not dead? Given the enormous price paid back then, how could they possibly have survived?"
"If he weren’t dead, then how could I still be clinging to life here?" Wang Zhenhuang’s teeth, bared amidst his mutilated face, gritted forcefully.
"Precisely because you’re not dead, it indicates he is still alive." The newcor sneered.
"To cope with the tribulation, he deliberately made you leak the secret, leading us to lay a deadly trap, allowing him to escape. Ten years is enough to accomplish many things..."
The newcor’s voice beca chilling and frosty.
"Wang Zhenhuang... who would have thought that soone as rebellious as you would be the most loyal to him among those people..."
"Willing to be so wretched, neither like a person nor a ghost... not even worthy of a stray dog, yet still content to play into his ga."
The newcor’s voice grew increasingly icy, increasingly angry, with a hint of tremor erging.
"Are you afraid?"
Inside the giant glass container, a taunting voice emanated from the fragnted body.
"What a pity... he wasn’t ruthless enough... he could have killed you..."
The newcor cald down, their cold gaze piercingly fixed on the shattered body inside the container beneath their sinister cloak.
"These are all your assumptions... Rooster... you’ve lived your life in his shadow..."
"Even if he’s been dead for ten years, he’s almost beco your heart demon..."
"You’ll never escape it this lifeti."
As they spoke, the fragnted body inside the glass container let out a piercing laugh, accompanied by a violent cough, as scarlet blood seeped continuously from the cracks and wounds in the flesh.
"He’s not a heart demon, he’s a real demon..."
"The wound he left on the Rat ten years ago hasn’t been completely healed..."
At this point, the newcor’s voice paused slightly, seemingly suppressing their inner fear.
"You’re scared to death."
Inside the giant glass container, Wang Zhenhuang laughed more recklessly, even though the wounds were tearing open, the fragnted body seed ready to split apart at any mont.
For ten years, he had been living as neither man nor ghost, yet he had never laughed this heartily as he did today.
"Afraid? How could I be afraid?"
At this mont, the newcor’s voice beca exceptionally steady, with a hint of mockery in their words.
"Human Xiao has been dead for ten years, hasn’t he... You probably didn’t know..."
"The new Human Xiao has been born!"
Blub blub...
Strings of bubbles rose continuously from the liquid inside the giant glass container.
"Now... tell , is he not dead? Has he survived the tribulation?"
The newcor spoke softly, a trace of longing in their voice.
"You can take a guess."
Wang Zhenhuang grinned and laughed maniacally.
Bang...
As soon as they finished speaking, an invisible wave surged up, causing the fragnted body inside the glass container to explode, turning into a mist of blood that polluted the erald-green liquid.
"Guess your mother!"
The newcor coldly glanced at the filthy container and turned to leave.
...
The next day, morning.
Taoyuan Square.
Zhang Fan acted as if nothing happened, still following his routine, showing up for work on ti.
As soon as he reached the entrance, he encountered Wen He.
"Sister Wen, morning..."
"Fanfan, you look like you had a rough night’s sleep." Wen He, like a caring neighborhood sister, showed concern.
"I haven’t been sleeping well lately."
"With no energy at work, success in your career is unlikely. Fanfan, why don’t you buy so oranges?" Wen He suggested.
"Do oranges aid sleep?"
"No, but they help your career." Wen He shook her head.
"Why?"
"Because career and orange sound the sa." Wen He smiled slightly.
"..."
"I happen to plan on buying so fruit... Oh, just rembered, a fruit shop just opened downstairs, it’s quite cheap, want to join ?" Zhang Fan recalled.
Yesterday, three pounds of apples cost just ten bucks.
"Fanfan, you take care of it yourself, I have a ton of things to do." Wen He gave a sweet smile and went straight to the elevator.
Zhang Fan went alone to the underground square, where a nondescript fruit shop opened early, with an elderly man with gray hair cheerfully bringing out the fruit.
"Sir, can I get two pounds of oranges?"
"Young man, back again?" The old man seed to rember Zhang Fan, as few young people like him enjoyed picking and haggling.
"Good choice, career and orange sound the sa, I’ll pick the nice big ones for you."
"Give a good deal afterward." Zhang Fan chuckled, "Sir, what’s your na? Give a good deal, and I’ll co often."
"Sure sure, still the young ones helping the old man’s business..." The old man bent over, picking out oranges, his head never raised.
"My surna is Jin... na is..."
"Jin Mao Day!!"
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