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"You are presumptuous!"
Wang Ai was completely enraged!
His wrinkled old face instantly turned bright red, and he slammed his cane heavily on the ground!
The hard bluestone floor was shaken by his sudden movement, creating a fine spiderweb-like crack!
A chilling aura suddenly erupted from his body, causing his robes to billow and flutter!
"You shameless bastard! You really think that just because you've been one of the Ten Elders for a few days, you dare to challenge the Wang family?!"
"With your incomplete Spirit Binding and Commanding Technique, your Feng family is nothing but a fart in front of my Wang family! Kneel down!"
Before she finished speaking, Wang Ai's withered hand, which looked like a chicken claw, suddenly slashed forward!
In an instant, a cold wind howled, and ghosts wailed!
The shadow behind him twisted and expanded violently, and he forcibly summoned a huge, ferocious ancient battle spirit that exuded overwhelming resentment and terrifying pressure with his domineering method of binding spirits and commanding generals!
The war spirit, clad in tattered ancient armor, with empty eyes and wielding a giant axe formed from resentment, let out a silent yet soul-tearing roar, carrying a chilling aura, and pounced fiercely towards Feng Zhenghao!
With this attack, Wang Ai unleashed his fury without holding back, intending to crush this "domestic dog" who dared to disobey him with absolute power, and make him understand who the real master was!
However, faced with this devastating blow...
Feng Zhenghao remained standing in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.
The sarcasm on his face deepened, and there was even a hint of...pity.
"Mr. Wang, times have changed."
He said something softly, and then raised his right hand as well.
"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."
A majestic and domineering aura, completely different from Wang Ai's cold and gloomy aura, surged into the sky from Feng Zhenghao's body!
Behind him, space also distorted.
A divine general appeared, clad in golden armor, wielding a long halberd, with a majestic face and radiating a righteous aura!
Although the figure of that divine general was not as large as Wang Ai's battle spirit, its aura was far more refined and its divine charm more majestic than that of Wang Ai's battle spirit.
In comparison, Wang Ai's battle spirit is like a vengeful ghost crawling out of a ditch, while Feng Zhenghao's divine general is a god descending from the heavens!
"This...this is impossible!"
Wang Ai's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, her face filled with disbelief and horror.
The next moment, something even more shocking happened.
The golden general, facing the ferocious battle spirits rushing towards him, did not even use the halberd in his hand.
He simply opened his mouth and took a deep breath!
An irresistible and terrifying suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Wang Ai's fierce battle spirit was like a wisp of smoke in the face of this suction force, unable to put up any resistance. It let out a shrill wail and was swallowed up by the golden god general.
Swallowed...swallowed?!
"puff--!"
Wang Ai, whose mind was connected to her natal spirit, was struck as if by lightning the moment her battle soul was devoured!
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his already flushed face turning deathly pale. His body trembled violently, and he could no longer hold onto his cane, which fell to the ground with a thud.
He seemed to have all his energy drained away in an instant, aging by more than ten years. He staggered back a few steps and collapsed to the ground.
"you you……"
He pointed at Feng Zhenghao with trembling eyes, his eyes no longer filled with anger, but with a deep-seated fear.
"You obtained... the complete Soul Control Technique?!"
"No, this is not a method of binding and commanding spirits! Ghosts cannot attack each other!"
Feng Zhenghao slowly withdrew his hand, and the golden general also turned into specks of golden light and disappeared without a trace.
He walked up to Wang Ai, who was slumped on the ground, and looked down at him. His eyes behind his glasses were cold and devoid of any emotion.
"This is the true 'origin' of my Feng family."
After saying that, he didn't look at the completely distraught old man again, straightened his suit, turned around, and left without looking back.
Wang Ai was left alone, slumped on the cold ground, in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a pitiful, lonely figure utterly abandoned by the times.
Chapter 154 Tiger Visits Yunyuan
The night grew ever deeper.
Naruhu dismissed the attendants of Xigu Pavilion and walked alone on the desolate mountain path of Longhu Mountain.
Moonlight filtered through layers of pine branches, casting dappled shadows. A mountain breeze carried the whispers of the pines and the fragrance of the earth. What should have been a breathtaking scene could not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart, which was as fierce as a tiger.
He originally thought that by relying on his exceptional martial arts skills to become one of the Ten Elders, he had already reached the pinnacle of the world of extraordinary people and had gained a certain understanding of the overall situation.
But today, he realized that what he had seen was perhaps only the tip of the iceberg.
It is that small part that floats on the water's surface, open to all.
But how many turbulent undercurrents are hidden beneath that unfathomable surface?
What kind of grand, earth-shattering plan is hidden behind this?
And what role does the mysterious "Uncle Yunyuan," who can make even the Celestial Master helpless and even too lazy to attend the Ten Elders Meeting, play in this game?
Countless questions, like wildly growing vines, entangled his thoughts, making him feel inexplicably restless and uneasy.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at an extremely secluded spot in the back of the mountain.
An unassuming little house with blue tiles sits quietly beneath a few ancient pine trees. There is no courtyard wall, only a fence casually made of bamboo.
A dim oil lamp shone in the room, its light filtering through the paper windows, creating a warm glow.
Compared to the ornately decorated halls of the Celestial Master's Mansion, this place is as simple as the dwelling of an ordinary hunter at the foot of the mountain.
But Ruhu dared not underestimate him in the slightest. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, took a few steps forward, stood in front of the wooden gate, and spoke in a deep voice.
“This junior, Na Ruhu, has taken the liberty of visiting you and humbly requests an audience with Daoist Yunyuan.”
His voice was steady and loud, yet filled with utmost respect.
The lights inside the room flickered slightly.
A moment later, a slightly languid yet incredibly clear voice came from inside the room.
"The door is not locked, come in yourself."
Na Ruhu felt a chill run down his spine, pushed open the wooden door, and went inside.
The furnishings inside were simpler than he had imagined.
There was a wooden table, two bamboo chairs, a wooden bed, and some miscellaneous items piled up in the corner. Other than that, there was nothing else.
Under the dim light of an oil lamp, a handsome young man who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old was sitting at a table, dressed in gray casual clothes, holding a wooden stick he had whittled from somewhere, and was intently... whittling something.
He shaved it very carefully, as if it were not an ordinary wooden stick, but some rare treasure.
When Naruhu saw the young man, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and doubts immediately arose in his heart.
He only knew that this "Uncle Yunyuan" lived in seclusion in this place behind the mountain, but he had never seen his true face.
In his mind, someone who could be addressed as "Uncle-Master" by Daoist Zhang Heqian must be a centenarian with white hair, a youthful face, and an otherworldly air.
But this young man in front of me... is far too young.
Could it be... that I've come to the wrong place?
Or perhaps, this is a young disciple serving under that senior?
His mind was racing, but his face remained impassive. He simply clasped his hands in a fist salute and tentatively asked:
"Young Taoist priest, my name is Na Ruhu. I have come to pay my respects to Taoist priest Yunyuan on the orders of Chairman Zhao Fangxu. May I ask if the venerable immortal is here?"
The boy didn't even look up, still focused on carving the wood in his hands, and simply gave a curt reply.
"Please sit down. The tea is in the pot; pour yourself some."
Na Ruhu became increasingly confused, but still sat down as instructed and poured himself a cup of tea.
The tea was an eerie dark brown, and a strong, almost burnt, bitter aroma wafted over him, causing his eye to twitch involuntarily.
He held his teacup, looking at the excessively young man before him, and for a moment he didn't know how to begin.
Just then, the young man finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and his clear eyes calmly fell on the newly promoted Ten Elders in front of him, as if he could see through the blood and energy surging beneath his steel-like body.
"You've come to the right place. I've gone down the mountain to gain experience, and I'm using a fake identity to make it easier for people to see me. This is my true identity."
The boy spoke, his voice calm, yet it struck the tiger-like heart like a thunderbolt!
"After you left the Chai faction, I told Zhao Fangxu that this boy has excellent aptitude and a resilient character. If he can gain some experience and transform his brute strength into true cultivation, his future achievements will be limitless."
The boy picked up the gradually taking shape wooden tiger carving on the table, gently blew away the wood shavings, and continued, "This is why you were able to join the Ten Elders."
Ru Hu felt a "buzz" in his mind, and his mind went completely blank!
He shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning, and abruptly stood up from the bamboo chair. The movement was so sudden that he even knocked over the teacup in his hand, and the scalding tea splashed onto his body without him noticing.
He stared intently at the boy in front of him, his face filled with disbelief and horror!
This past event was the biggest turning point in his life, and also his deepest secret!
Aside from himself, Chairman Zhao Fangxu, and that mysterious benefactor who had never been met and only existed in legends, there could be no fourth person who knew!
And this boy in front of me, who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, was able to see through the secrets of heaven in a single sentence!
He...he is...
All the doubts, speculations, and wariness in Ru Hu's heart transformed into unparalleled shock and awe at this moment.
He dared not be negligent in the slightest. He stepped forward, bowed deeply and solemnly, lowering his posture to the lowest possible level.
"Junior Naruhu greets Senior Yunyuan!"
"Thank you for your indirect guidance back then, senior. It was through this guidance that I was fortunate enough to be accepted as a disciple by Master Chai Yan and to lay a solid foundation for my future."