Chapter 104 – Mourning the Disaster (Final)
Wang Lin had never felt anything like this before. The pain made him want to rip his heart out. It was as if all the blood in his body had been sucked out. Waves of dizziness hit his head.
Wang Lin endured the unexpected pain as he ran quickly. He turned around and saw that the three people were still chasing him. His gaze turned cold as he turned toward the Corpse Sect’s gathering area.
Four rays of light quickly flew across Jue Ming Valley.
The only thoughts in Wang Hao and Wang Zhuo’s minds were panic and helplessness. They didn’t even dare move as they watched Wang Tao and his sister die before their eyes.
The fairy-like cultivator had a complicated expression on her face. She sighed and turned away so she wouldn’t have to look at them any longer.
Teng Huayuan smiled as he entered the house. He closed his hand. When he opened it again, a purple halo appeared, blocking the crowd from leaving.
Then he stepped into one of the side houses. That was where the servants lived. A wave of heartbreaking screams rang out from the house, and a stream of yellow gas gathered around the flag.
Seven or eight faces of the Wang family’s servants, all writhing in pain, appeared on the flag.
Teng Huayuan didn’t stop as he walked to the next house, and more screams rang out. Wang Hao’s body trembled. He wanted to fight back, but he couldn’t say anything.
Soon, all the Wang family servants turned into ghosts, and Teng Huayuan’s face became extremely grave. The other Wang family members were shocked by the scream and tried to escape, but were shocked to find a purple light blocking their path.
They could only hear the continuous, heartbreaking screams coming from outside. This kind of fear made the entire Wang family uneasy.
Teng Huayuan muttered to himself, “Li Er, that person killed you, so I will kill his entire family to take revenge on you.” After that, he stepped into another room.
Wang Hao’s body trembled as if a force had surged from within him. He took a few steps forward and shouted loudly, “No…”
Teng Huayuan turned around and sneered. He waved his hand and the house turned to dust silently, revealing a man and a woman whose faces were filled with fear.
This man and woman are Wang Lin’s third uncle and aunt, who are also Wang Hao’s parents.
Teng Huayuan’s right hand reached out, and Wang Hao’s father flew into the air with his hands around his neck. His face immediately turned red, and he opened his mouth, revealing a pained expression.
Wang Hao’s eyes were red as tears flowed out. He roared and was about to run out when Wang Zhuo stopped him. Wang Zhuo whispered, “Wang Hao, don’t be rash. That person is a Nascent Soul cultivator.”
Teng Huayuan sneered. His right hand clenched into a fist. With a loud bang, Wang Hao’s father’s head turned to mush. His body fell to the ground, and his soul escaped and was collected by the flag.
“No!!” Wang Hao’s voice became hoarse. He felt a pain in his chest as he coughed up blood. He looked at his father’s body and muttered, “Why…why…”
Teng Huayuan once again caught Wang Hao’s mother, crushed her skull, and threw it in front of Wang Hao.
Wang Hao’s body shook as he coughed up blood again and finally fainted. He held his mother’s body. Tears streamed from his eyes as he screamed, “Why!?!?!?!”
Teng Huayuan’s expression darkened. He waved his hand, and under the shining purple light, all the houses turned to dust. There were about 40 people on the ground. All of them were members of the Wang family.
The women began to cry. They were all filled with fear. Apart from the living, there were only headless corpses.
Teng Huayuan smiled as he reached out for someone. This person was Wang Lin’s paternal third uncle. He was currently the most senior member of the Wang family.
Surrounded by screams, his soul was taken by Teng Huayuan and he died.
Wang Hao was stunned by the sight. He didn’t even realize that the hand Wang Zhuo had used to pin him down had left a bloody mark on his body. Wang Zhuo didn’t dare look at his parents in the crowd. He lowered his bloodshot eyes.
Wang Lin’s fourth uncle had lived in the wilderness for a long time, so he was much braver than most. He smiled wryly and seemed to have thought things through. His wife died a year ago, and his son had been sent to a martial arts sect, so he had already left. He asked, in a loud voice,
“Immortal One, what has my Wang family done to offend you? I know we humans are like ants in your eyes, but even ants have the right to know what caused all this.”
The fairy-like cultivator let out a surprised sound as she examined this man.
“Why?” Teng Huayuan pointed a few times, and several more people died. Blood spurted everywhere from their mutilated and dismembered bodies.
“Someone from your Wang Family dared to kill my great-great-grandson, so I decided to kill his entire family!” After that, he punched the air with his right hand and more than ten people died.
Wang Hao struggled to free himself from Wang Zhuo and was about to charge forward when Wang Zhuo pinned him down again. Wang Zhuo’s face was filled with tears as he whispered, “Wang Hao, no matter what happened before, we must live. Only by living can we avenge ourselves!”
Wang Lin’s 4th uncle smiled bitterly and said, “Immortal, how could someone from my Wang family kill your great-grandson? In the past hundreds of years, my Wang family has only had three immortals…” He suddenly stopped as if realizing something.
Among the survivors, Wang Zhuo’s father knelt on the ground and said, “Immortal, was the person who killed your great-grandson named Wang Lin?”
A cold light flashed across Teng Huayuan’s eyes as he silently thought, “Wang Lin… so he’s called Wang Lin!” He looked at Wang Zhuo’s father, reached out, and held Wang Zhuo’s father in front of him. He stared into Wang Zhuo’s father’s eyes and said, word by word, “Tell me all about this Wang Lin!”
Wang Zhuo’s father immediately told Teng Huayuan everything about Wang Lin, including where his parents lived. He thought viciously in his mind, “Just die, all of you, just die! Even if this person wasn’t killed by you, the Wang family is already dead, so your parents must die too!”
After Teng Huayuan finished listening, he laughed. He then closed his hand. When he opened it, a ball of lightning appeared. He casually pushed it forward, and a circular wave spread out.
Wang Zhuo’s father was the closest. When he touched the shockwave, his body trembled and turned to dust, along with his clothes. As the ripples spread, everyone who touched it died, their souls being collected by the flag.
Just as the ripple was about to hit Wang Lin’s 4th uncle, he had already closed his eyes, but a gentle white light covered his body and blocked the ripple of the lightning ball.
Teng Huayuan turned around and looked at the fairy-like cultivator.
The cultivator sighed and said, “Fellow cultivator Teng, let this person live. He is useful to me.”
Teng Huayuan sneered as he pointed at Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao and said, “Then, you won’t interfere in their matter?”
The cultivator smiled faintly as he looked at Teng Huayuan and said, “Fellow cultivator Teng, why are you asking such an obvious question? Of course I won’t stop you, but if Senior Punnan Zi asks, I have to tell the truth.”
Teng Huayuan stared at the fairy-like cultivator. After a long time, he stomped his foot, and the entire Wang family estate was turned into rubble.
As for Wang Zhuo and them, he didn’t even look at them as he flew towards Wang Lin’s parents.
Wang Zhuo’s body trembled as he looked at the ruins. After a moment of contemplation, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed. His forehead was bleeding, and his expression was grave.
Wang Hao gritted his teeth. He laughed out loud and fell down.
Wang Zhuo rose and carried Wang Hao. He bowed to the fairy-like cultivator and flew towards the Xuan Dao Sect. All memories of the Wang family vanished.
The fairy-like cultivator sighed and thought, “This is truly a sin. I don’t know if what I did was right or wrong… but this middle-aged man is truly abnormal. I will save whoever I can.” Thinking about that, she waved her sleeve and disappeared from the Wang family estate with Wang Lin’s fourth uncle.
Teng Huayuan soon arrived at the small village where Wang Lin’s parents lived. He carried a small flag with over 100 faces of the Wang family on it. All of them wore expressions of extreme pain.
Waves of miserable screams came from the flag, causing waves of cold wind.
After arriving at the village, he spread his divine sense. He immediately found Wang Lin’s house and rushed there.
Fifteen minutes later, Teng Huayuan walked out of Wang Lin’s house. His right hand touched the flag, and it expanded to a gigantic size as Teng Huayuan spat out Nascent Blood. Screams rang out from the flag as ripples appeared on it. Gradually, the ripples disappeared, revealing an image. This image showed Wang Lin moving quickly through the forest.
Teng Huayuan smiled and his right hand pointed at the picture.
As for Wang Lin, under the influence of this inexplicable feeling of dread, he led his three guards towards the gathering location of the Corpse Sect.
The pain! Unimaginable pain! Indescribable pain!
This kind of pain overwhelmed Wang Lin like a flood. Cultivators were extremely sensitive to certain things. Wang Lin felt a panic he had never experienced before. His parents’ faces appeared before him.
Soon after, Wang Lin saw a sight that he would remember for the rest of his life.
“No!!!” Two streams of blood flowed from his eyes. His expression was pained, his body trembling, and shards of Yin spiritual energy were moving violently through his body, completely out of his control. Every plant within a ten-meter radius of him froze. This freezing aura continued to grow stronger.
It was at this moment that the “Ji” within Wang Lin continuously rose, reaching the Ji Realm!