Chapter 61

Lin Feng, though gnashing his teeth with hatred, was at least mentally prepared. Wang Lin and Sun Xiaozhu, however, were dumbfounded.

Black smoke continuously billowed out from the stone bead, coalescing into a human figure in the air, emitting a hoarse, eerie laugh.

Lin Feng looked closely and saw that the figure was that of an old man, with a defiant and domineering demeanor, exuding arrogance and tyranny.

"A mere little ant in the Qi Practitioner stage dares to covet my treasures? What a joke, what a joke!"

The old man's laughter was hearty, but Lin Feng detected a heavy aura of ferocity and cruelty in his eyes and brows.

This old ghost must be vicious and ruthless, not a good person at all.

Lin Feng's eyes flickered, and he did not rush to act, instead preparing to observe patiently to know his enemy as well as himself.

Sun Xiaozhu, however, lacked such composure. He cursed, "What wandering ghost dares to be so arrogant?" As he spoke, he clasped his hands together, forming a spell.

As his magical power surged, a beam of golden light shot out from his waist, heading straight for the old man.

The old man sneered, pointing his finger, and a cloud of black mist spewed out, blocking the golden light.

"Watch me break your evil spell." Sun Xiaozhu's hands rapidly changed the spell, and just as the golden light was about to touch the black mist, it suddenly burst into a shower of golden light, raining down on the black mist like a storm.

For a moment, the golden light flickered, piercing the black mist with countless holes.

Lin Feng watched Sun Xiaozhu, who was animated, and couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "Do you know who you're facing?"

Sure enough, the old man, floating in mid-air, showed no change in his expression.

The black mist, however, suddenly began to spin, forming a huge vortex. The golden raindrops that fell into it were quickly swallowed, not even causing a ripple.

Sun Xiaozhu's expression changed drastically, his face turning pale. After enduring for a while, he couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this point, he couldn't help but realize the severity of the situation. Pointing at Wang Lin, he hissed, "Rebellious disciple, daring to conspire with evil demons to harm your own master! The Hengyue Sect cannot tolerate such a traitor. I hereby expel you from the sect!"

"Target has been removed from the master-disciple relationship. The host can now take this target as a disciple."

Hearing the system's prompt in his mind, Lin Feng looked at Sun Xiaozhu in a daze, "Damn, it's that simple?"

Wang Lin was only a nominal disciple of the Hengyue Sect, registered under Sun Xiaozhu. As long as Sun Xiaozhu, his master, dissolved their master-disciple relationship, no further approval from the Hengyue Sect was needed.

If Lin Feng could still maintain his composure, he would have hugged Sun Xiaozhu right away.

What a true friend!

Sun Xiaozhu, however, didn't realize the significance of his actions. His mind was filled with one thought: "Can't take it all for myself, I have to go back and find the elders to subdue this demon."

"Wang Lin, you rebellious disciple, once I report to the two Golden Core Ancestors, I will surely exterminate you and these demons, cleansing the sect and upholding the righteous path!" Sun Xiaozhu pointed at Wang Lin, cursed, and fled without looking back.

Seeing Sun Xiaozhu run away, the old man bared his teeth in a grin, revealing a strong bloodthirsty and cruel aura, "In my prime, let alone two Golden Core cultivators, even two Nascent Soul cultivators would be mere fodder. But today, I, Zhuge Nan, am in a low ebb and cannot let you go to report."

As he spoke, he pointed his finger, and the black mist transformed into a rope, swiftly wrapping around Sun Xiaozhu, forming a noose around his neck in mid-air.

Sun Xiaozhu was terrified, quickly dropping his arrogant demeanor and pleading, "Junior knows his mistake, please spare me, Senior!"

Zhuge Nan laughed maniacally, "Now you think of begging for mercy? Too late!"

With that, the black mist noose tightened, and Sun Xiaozhu didn't feel suffocated, but his magical power was completely restrained.

In the next moment, Sun Xiaozhu let out a惨叫, his eyes glazed over, and he stood there like a wooden statue, his soul already taken by Zhuge Nan, leaving his body as an empty shell.

Lin Feng's pupils dilated slightly, thinking, "To instantly take the soul of an Eighth Stage Qi Practitioner, leaving no room for resistance, this old ghost is not easy to deal with."

The black mist noose loosened from Sun Xiaozhu's neck and retracted into Zhuge Nan's body. The old ghost's face was filled with enjoyment as he sighed, "Truly delicious, I haven't tasted it in a long time."

Devouring souls, Zhuge Nan's method was clearly a demonic technique. Even Wang Lin could tell he was not from a righteous sect.

Zhuge Nan's eyes narrowed, seeing the wary and slightly fearful expression on Wang Lin's face. The old ghost sneered, "What are you looking at? We cultivators defy the heavens; whoever offends you, you kill them."

"You've only been in this lousy sect for a few days. How much humiliation have you endured? If it were me, hah! This sect would have been wiped out long ago, and all those who insulted me would have been destroyed!"

Wang Lin smiled bitterly, "I..."

"Don't interrupt me, I'm not done yet, hah! Your small sect has a few decent-looking elders, but you don't know how to enjoy it. If it were me, I would have captured them to be my furnaces and drained their yin essence! Sizzle, the taste is truly nostalgic. I haven't tasted it for over thirty years."

Wang Lin was speechless, his eyes wide with shock.

Zhuge Nan talked incessantly for a while before finally stopping, looking at Wang Lin with a sneer, "Brat, how does it feel to be beaten by one person when you're a group?"

Wang Lin was taken aback. He had only been in the sect for a few days and had endured much ridicule. His sense of belonging to the Hengyue Sect was not strong.

But during the exchange competition, when the Xuan Dao Sect's Qi Practitioner at the peak of his cultivation challenged all the Hengyue Sect's Qi Practitioners on the stage, Wang Lin, standing in the crowd, felt a surge of anger and frustration.

Unfortunately, he didn't even have the cultivation of the First Stage Qi Practitioner, and could only helplessly watch as the other person pointed at everyone, issuing a challenge.

Seeing the anger on Wang Lin's face, Zhuge Nan smiled, "How does it feel to have your sect's mountain gate taken and be chased away like a stray dog?"

Wang Lin pursed his lips, "What do you want to say?"

Zhuge Nan laughed, "Do you want to become strong? Do you want to have unmatched power? Do you want to slap anyone who challenges you back to their grandmother's house?"

Wang Lin's eyes lit up.

Lin Feng, hiding nearby, was seething, "Damn, this old ghost is not only stealing my business but also my lines!"

Wang Lin asked, "Can you make me strong? Can you teach me the way of cultivation and magical techniques?"

Zhuge Nan laughed heartily, "It's a small matter. Follow me in cultivation, and within ten years, you will reach the peak of the path to the heavens, the road to success. Then you will know that the Nascent Soul cultivators who took your sect's mountain gate are mere clay chickens and tiles!"

"However, the path of cultivation is full of thorns, not a smooth road. You will suffer greatly. Can you endure it?"

Wang Lin's face showed determination.

Lin Feng's expression was fierce, his magical power surging, preparing to act.

"Damn it! Get out of the way, this disciple is mine!"