Chapter 229: Because His Surname is Teng (9000-character chapter seeking monthly vote)

The Hengyue Mountain Range, where the Xuandao Sect was located, was shrouded in rain and mist. Flashes of lightning and thunderbolts descended from the sky, stirring up rumbling sounds of thunder, while the leaves in the dense forest below the mountain made pattering sounds as they were struck by raindrops.

On this rainy night, a white-haired young man slowly walked through the dense forest. His feet stepped on the waterlogged leaves covering the ground, producing rustling sounds.

From afar, this person gazed calmly at the main hall of the Xuandao Sect atop Hengyue Mountain. After a long time, he turned and left. His destination this time was a small mountain village several hundred miles away.

In the mountain village late at night, besides the sound of thunder and lightning, there was only the rushing sound of rain beating against the earth. Occasionally, some domestic dogs raised by the villagers would whimper, seemingly trying to resist the heavenly might. However, all they received in return was even more immense thunder.

The entire mountain village was dark. The white-haired young man slowly walked along the village path, looking at the surrounding village houses—scenes that were both familiar and strange. His gaze gradually lost its coldness, revealing a deep melancholy. This melancholy could melt ice, for it contained an indelible familial affection.

Four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. For a Cultivator, perhaps it was not long, but for a Mortal, the world had changed completely. Many houses in this village had been renovated by several generations, resulting in significant changes.

This white-haired young man was Wang Lin.

He looked at the surrounding houses, his gaze lingering on one spot. Wang Lin remembered that there used to be an old locust tree there, where he often read books and played with his friends as a child.

In the blink of an eye, all of it had vanished like smoke.

Wang Lin sighed softly and slowly walked forward. Before long, he stopped, stunned, staring at a familiar house before him. His body trembled uncontrollably. From the village entrance to this spot, almost all the houses had changed, yet this one place was exactly the same as when he had left years ago.

Wang Lin bit his lower lip and pushed open the courtyard gate. With a creak, the wooden door slowly swung inward. After he entered, it slowly closed again.

Inside the courtyard, beneath a propped-up rain tarp, sat a wooden table, surrounded by several small wooden stools. Wang Lin silently looked at everything before him, and tears streamed down his face.

After a long while, Wang Lin approached the house, pushed open the door, and walked inside. Everything looked exactly as it did in his memory, as if nothing had changed.

At this moment, Wang Lin felt as if the scenes from four hundred years ago were merely a dream. Now, his dream was over, and his parents' Souls were not inside the Heaven Defying Bead; they hadn't died, but were simply asleep in their room on this rainy night.

However, with his current Divine Sense, he knew clearly, even without actively spreading it, that there was no one inside this ancestral house.

In the main hall of the ancestral house, Wang Lin saw two spirit tablets. They were placed one above the other. The upper tablet was inscribed with:

"The Spirits of Wang Tianshui and Zhou Yingsu"

The lower tablet was inscribed with: "The Spirit of Eldest Son Wang Lin"

Beneath these two tablets lay an incense burner, flanked by several unlit incense sticks.

Wang Lin's eyes revealed a heart-wrenching sorrow. He picked up three sticks of incense, lit them, and placed them in the burner. He slowly knelt on the ground and heavily kowtowed several times, muttering, "Unfilial son Wang Lin offers incense today. When I return next time, I will use the heads of the entire Teng Family to build a Teng Family Head Tower for Mother and Father." A killing intent immediately erupted from Wang Lin's body. At that moment, the main hall became intensely cold, several times colder than the rainy night outside.

After standing up, he remained silent for a moment. Just as he was about to turn and leave, his expression suddenly shifted, his body flickered, and he vanished from the spot.

A moment later, a carriage was seen speeding along the mountain village path from afar. Sitting in front of the carriage was an old man wearing a straw raincoat. His temples bulged high, and his eyes flashed with sharp light, clearly indicating he was a Martial Forest expert in the Human Realm.

He cracked the horsewhip in his hand, and with a "snap," it struck the horse. The horse immediately neighed and sped up.

The uneven ground caused the carriage to bump continuously, but the old man remained motionless, as if glued to the carriage, only occasionally shouting, "Hya!"

Soon, the carriage approached. With a light shout from the old man, the reins were gripped tightly. The horse let out a long neigh, raised its front hooves high, swung them sideways, and finally stopped in front of the Wang Family ancestral home.

The old man leaped down cleanly from the carriage and respectfully opened the carriage door. Immediately, a little maid jumped out of the carriage. She was wearing a bright green shirt and had her hair tied up, looking quite pretty.

After the girl got down, she immediately shivered, clearly infiltrated by the cold air of the rainy night. But she paid no mind, instead pulling out an oil-paper umbrella. Opening it, she said crisply, "Young Miss, we have arrived."

A graceful, delicate figure leaned out of the carriage and slowly descended, standing beneath the oil-paper umbrella. This woman had a pale complexion, possessing a fragile, sickly beauty.

The moment she stepped down, her body immediately shivered. The maid quickly held the umbrella with one hand and retrieved a large purple coat from the carriage with the other. With the old man's help, she draped it over the woman.

At the same time, the little maid complained, "Young Miss, the rain is so heavy today, why did you insist on coming? Wouldn't tomorrow be the same? You are frail, Young Miss. What if you catch a cold?"

Even the carriage driver looked at her with pity and a hint of reproach.

The Young Miss chuckled. As she walked forward, she said softly, "You don't understand. Grandpa said before he passed away that on this day every year, no matter what happens, the direct descendants of my Wang Family must personally come here to pay respects. It is a tradition."

The little maid was still dissatisfied and said sweetly, "Young Miss, this place is so far from the Capital. Why must we come every year? Is there some historical reason? I heard some of my sisters say that this used to be a branch of the Wang Family."

The Young Miss chuckled, stopping the old man from opening the courtyard gate. Instead, she personally reached out her delicate, jade-like hand and opened the gate, saying, "Since this is your first time coming with me, of course you wouldn't know. I'll tell you when we have a chance."

After entering the courtyard, the three did not stop. They pushed open the door of the house and walked inside. The little maid folded the oil-paper umbrella inside the room, shook off the raindrops, held it in her hand, and curiously looked around.

As for the old man, he stood silently by the doorway with his eyes closed.

The Young Miss took a deep breath and walked toward the main hall. The little maid was about to follow but was stopped by the Young Miss, who said softly, "You and Uncle Li wait outside. I will go in alone."

The little maid immediately pouted but obediently nodded.

The Young Miss smiled sweetly, coughed a few times, and slowly walked toward the main hall. Upon entering, she looked at the two spirit tablets on the shelf, took out a cushion from the side, and knelt upon it. After lightly kowtowing a few times, she was about to light the incense sticks, but her hand suddenly trembled. Staring at the three sticks of incense in the burner that were almost finished burning, she was about to cry out in alarm when suddenly, a wave of chilling Qi instantly permeated the entire main hall. Cold sweat broke out on the woman's forehead, and she dared not move. She had a feeling that if she moved even slightly, she would perish on the spot.

A white-haired young man slowly walked out from the shadows of the main hall.

"Whose descendant are you?" Wang Lin glanced at the woman and asked flatly.

Fear showed on the woman's face, and her body trembled continuously as the cold Qi invaded. Even her voice shook as she said, "W-who are you? Why are you in my Wang Family ancestral house…"

Wang Lin looked at the woman and waved his right hand. Immediately, the surrounding chilling Qi vanished completely, replaced by a slight warmth. The woman felt her body warm up and stopped trembling. Instead, her eyes widened in shock as she stared blankly at Wang Lin. However, secretly, her right hand gently touched her waist.

Immediately, a fierce palm wind came from outside. At the same time, the carriage driver leaped and rushed into the main hall. However, the moment his body entered, he instantly trembled, uncontrollably fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

The woman's face paled dramatically.

"I will ask you one more time: whose descendant are you?" Wang Lin said indifferently, not even sparing a glance at the old man lying on the ground. In fact, the moment he saw this ancestral house, suspicion arose in his heart. If this ancestral house had not been maintained for 400 years, it absolutely could not have lasted until now. Furthermore, based on his observation, this house was definitely not the original one from back then; it had clearly been rebuilt.

"My father is Wang Yunfei. Since you followed me here, why ask when you already know!" The woman bit her lip, her eyes showing determination.

"What is your relationship with the people on the spirit tablets in this house?" Wang Lin frowned and asked.

"…They are the entire Family of my ancestor's older brother." The woman felt greatly confused, wondering why this person, if he were an assassin sent by her father's enemy, would ask such strange questions.

Wang Lin's heart trembled. He looked at the woman, his tone no longer flat but containing a slight tremor. He asked softly, "What was your ancestor's name?"

"Ancestor Wang Tiantu…" The woman hesitated for a moment before speaking softly. She felt that the person before her was very strange.

Upon hearing this name, Wang Lin's body immediately shook. He muttered, "Fourth Uncle…" If there was anyone in the entire Wang Family whom Wang Lin missed the most besides his parents, it was his Fourth Uncle. Hearing news of his Fourth Uncle now, Wang Lin's emotions surged.

Scenes of his Fourth Uncle from the past immediately echoed in his mind. After a long time, Wang Lin sighed deeply. The look in his eyes when he regarded the woman held an indescribable emotion, as if he were looking at his own descendant. He asked warmly, "How old was your ancestor when he passed away?"

The strange look in the woman's eyes intensified. She said softly, "Ancestor passed away at ninety-eight. When he was middle-aged, he was favored by an Immortal Elder from the Piaomiao Sect. After descending the mountain, he established his Foundation in the Capital and became one of the Imperial Family's revered protectors. Our Wang Family has developed in the Capital ever since."

A hint of relief appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. After a brief silence, he asked warmly, "Did Fourth… did your ancestor's son, Wang Hu, also pass away?"

Shock appeared in the woman's eyes. She exclaimed, "H-how did you know? Ancestor's son, Wang Hu, also… also passed away three years after Ancestor died."

Four hundred years had passed, and people and things had changed. Hearing the news of his Fourth Uncle deeply affected Wang Lin's state of mind. After a long while, he glanced at the woman and slowly said, "You possess a stream of extreme Yin Qi in your body. Was your mother injured by someone while she was pregnant with you?"

The woman stared blankly at Wang Lin, immense waves crashing in her heart. She knew that the things he had just mentioned could perhaps be traced if someone investigated carefully, but the cause of the extreme Yin injury within her body was known to very few; people only knew that she had been frail and sickly since childhood.

The woman looked at Wang Lin and said tremblingly, "W-who exactly are you?" Her initial suspicion that he was an assassin sent by her father's enemy had wavered. If he were an assassin, how could he know so many details?

Wang Lin beckoned with his right hand, and immediately a stream of green Qi emerged from the woman's forehead. This green Qi grew denser and finally floated out from her heavenly spirit hole. With a wave of Wang Lin's hand, the green Qi instantly dissipated completely.

The woman felt a sudden warmth throughout her body. The chronic illness that had plagued her for twenty years had vanished with a single wave of his hand, immediately making her think of the people spoken of in legends.

"Are… are you an Immortal?" The woman bit her lower lip.

"An Immortal… I suppose so." Wang Lin smiled faintly. Seeing that his Fourth Uncle had descendants who seemed to be doing well in the Capital, a hint of comfort arose in Wang Lin's usually gloomy heart.

Wang Lin pondered briefly, glanced at the woman, and slowly said, "Strictly speaking, I should be your ancestor. Back then, I made a promise with Fourth Uncle: if I achieved success in cultivation, I would protect his descendants to repay the favor of his guidance toward immortality." With that, he patted his Storage Pouch and took out several bottles of Medicinal Pills. He added, "There are seventy-two Medicinal Pills in total here. Each direct descendant can only consume one pill in their lifetime; do not be greedy. As for you, you may consume three pills."

After handing the medicine bottles to the woman, Wang Lin mused for a moment, then pointed a finger at her glabella, drawing out a drop of blood. He patted his Storage Pouch, took out a Jade Slip, and with a movement of his Divine Thought, left a trace of the extreme realm imprint within it. He then looked at her coldly and said seriously, "I have left a trace of Divine Sense inside this Jade Slip. Within the State of Zhao, no Cultivator can survive its attack for more than an hour and three quarters. However, this Jade Slip can only be used three times. It must be kept in your hands until your death, and it cannot be activated without the direct Bloodline of my Wang Family! Use it cautiously, and take care of yourself."

After tossing the Jade Slip to the woman, Wang Lin flicked his sleeve, and his body vanished from the spot.

The woman stared blankly at the Medicinal Pills and the Jade Slip in her hands, feeling as if she were dreaming. At this moment, the old man lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes. He looked around in confusion, then immediately regained his sharp gaze, stood up, and said solemnly, "Young Miss, what happened just now?"

At this time, the little maid holding the oil-paper umbrella also rushed in from outside. Seeing that the Young Miss was fine, she sighed in relief, her pretty face blushing, and said, "Young Miss, Cui'er was too sleepy just now and accidentally fell asleep."

When the old man heard this, his expression immediately darkened. He clearly remembered feeling the signal sent by the Young Miss just now, yet the moment his body entered the main hall, he involuntarily fell into a deep sleep.

"It's nothing. Stop letting your imaginations run wild. Let's go, we're returning to the Capital." The woman took a deep breath and stood up. The sickly pallor on her face had vanished, replaced by a healthy rosiness.

The old man was the first to notice the anomaly. He stared at the woman in shock and gasped, "Young Miss, you…"

At this moment, the little maid also noticed the change, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The woman smiled sweetly and did not explain. Instead, she turned back and carefully looked at the two spirit tablets on the shelf in the main hall, lingering for a moment particularly on Wang Lin's tablet, before turning and leaving.

With her keen intelligence, she already had some guesses in her heart. However, these guesses would require her to return to the Capital and check the Family genealogy to confirm. She believed that this time, her father would definitely take time out of his busy schedule to examine the genealogy carefully with her.

Upon leaving the mountain village, Wang Lin's expression immediately lost its previous gentleness, becoming slightly ferocious. His entire being radiated a strong killing intent. He sped away in mid-air, his mind already made up.

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. If he killed Teng Huayuan directly, his descendants would likely scatter and vanish, thwarting the bloody ambition Wang Lin had harbored for 400 years—to exterminate the entire clan.

Furthermore, and most importantly, if he killed Teng Huayuan so cleanly, Wang Lin would be unable to vent the hatred in his heart. He wanted Teng Huayuan to watch his descendants die one by one, endure the deepest sorrow in the world, and only then would he take his Soul and exact his vengeance.

He swept out with his full Divine Sense, instantly covering the entire State of Zhao. He easily located Teng Family City, where Teng Huayuan currently resided. A world-shaking killing intent flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and his body immediately shot out like a bolt of thunder.

Ten thousand miles away from Teng Family City, Wang Lin stopped, patted his Storage Pouch, took out a Formation Flag, and after planting it into the ground, he waved his right hand, and the Formation Flag instantly vanished without a trace.

Following that, Wang Lin moved again. After planting sixteen Formation Flags in a perimeter ten thousand miles around the entire Teng Family City, he stared coldly in the direction of Teng Family City, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He whispered, "Starting today, Teng Family City can only be entered, not left! Teng Huayuan, my Wang Lin's revenge, this is just the beginning!"

His gaze was sinister. He performed Hand Seals, and his entire body immediately floated toward the sky. In mid-air, he let out a low shout, quickly tapping several spots on his body with both hands. Immediately afterward, a stream of green Qi rose from within his Purple Mansion, instantly enveloping his entire body. Following this, a phantom image, resembling an Ancient Demon God, slowly condensed behind him.

Wang Lin knelt on one knee, bit the tip of his right index finger, quickly flicked out a drop of fresh blood, and shouted, "Soul of Teng Li, appear!"

Instantly, the illusory Demon God opened its eyes, swallowed the blood Wang Lin flicked out, and after chewing a few times, spat out a faint blue light.

The blue light slowly descended and was caught by Wang Lin. At the same time, the Demon God phantom gradually vanished.

This was a minor Divine Ability from the memories of the Ancient God Tu Si. Anyone killed by him could use this Divine Ability to summon their Soul back from the void, though the duration was only half an incense stick's time.

The returned Soul possessed no memories, only some instinctive reactions. In the eyes of Ancient God Tu Si, this Divine Ability was useless, often only utilized by him to temporarily augment the power of a Magic Treasure.

But the moment Wang Lin saw this Divine Ability, a series of revenge plans unfolded in his mind.

Holding the Soul of Teng Li, Wang Lin swallowed it without a word. Instantly, his Divine Sense suddenly spread out again, covering the entire State of Zhao. Slowly, guided by the sensation from Teng Li's Soul, one bright spot after another appeared in Wang Lin's Divine Sense. Each bright spot represented a person possessing the Teng Family Bloodline. Whether they were direct descendants or collateral relatives, even the children born from Teng Family women marrying outsiders slowly appeared within Wang Lin's Divine Sense. It could be said that as long as they possessed even a trace of the Teng Family Bloodline, they would manifest in Wang Lin's Divine Sense.

Exterminating a clan is not as simple as killing all the Teng Family members; it is about eradicating the entire Teng Family Bloodline from the world, starting from the roots! Only this deserves to be called clan extermination!

Gradually, these bright spots increased. The smile on Wang Lin's lips grew more cruel. Over the span of 400 years, the descendants of the Teng Family had reached a considerable number. Under the memory imprint of Wang Lin's Divine Sense, the Soul fluctuations of these people were immediately firmly locked down.

Half an incense stick's time passed in a flash, and the Soul of Teng Li, swallowed by Wang Lin, slowly dissipated.

Wang Lin patted his Storage Pouch with his right hand, and the Mosquito Beast instantly appeared. Wang Lin stepped onto it, locked his Divine Thought onto the nearest School, and sped toward it. In his Divine Sense, there were seven individuals with the Teng Family Bloodline Soul fluctuation located there!

Teng Xuan, as one of the sixth-generation descendants of the Teng Family, had already reached the cultivation of the Core Formation Early Stage. Besides the fact that his surname was Teng, there was another reason for this: he was an inner Disciple of a Nascent Soul Stage Patriarch of the Heavenly Dao School.

The Teng Family had a total of six Disciples in the Heavenly Dao School. These six individuals currently held high positions, but naturally, Teng Xuan possessed the highest status. After all, the cultivation of the other five was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Teng Xuan was very satisfied with everything he currently possessed. Whether it was his Dual Cultivation Dao Companion or his status, he was extremely content. Although none of this was significant in the eyes of the core members of the Teng Family, Teng Xuan knew his place; he could not compare with those people.

Even among the countless members of the Teng Family, how many could compare to those Heaven's Chosen? Teng Xuan knew himself well; he only wished he could reach the Core Formation Late Stage in his lifetime, and that would be enough.

Today, his younger sister, Teng You, came here from the Joyful Union Sect to meet with him. Thinking of his younger sister, a heat rose in Teng Xuan's lower abdomen. There was an extremely secret secret between him and his sister.

The two had engaged in incestuous acts since their youth, and this relationship had continued until now. Although Teng Xuan knew that his younger sister was inherently promiscuous and that many clan members had tasted her favors after she grew up—even some of their uncles had ambiguous relationships with her—he didn't care. The thought of the various bedroom Secret Techniques she had learned from the Joyful Union Sect made his imagination run wild.

Carrying his burning desire, he rushed to the pavilion in the back mountain, pushed open the door, and immediately a delicate body, emitting a seductive, faint fragrance, fell into his arms.

Wang Lin sped all the way, and from afar, he saw the School situated atop the strange peak, and saw the three characters above the main hall at the summit—Heavenly Dao School.

Wang Lin barely paused and charged straight up. Suddenly, the mountain peak flashed with a light screen, and the Defensive Great Formation activated. Wang Lin didn't even spare it a glance. He patted his Storage Pouch, and the Restriction Banner instantly appeared in his hand. With a shake, dozens of streams of Restriction Qi flashed within it, roaring toward the light screen.

Without any hesitation, the light screen shattered with a crash. Simultaneously, the entire Heavenly Dao School mountain peak trembled loudly, sending countless shattered stones tumbling down and raising plumes of gray smoke.

Almost instantly, several Nascent Soul Stage Patriarchs of the Heavenly Dao School flew out from their respective seclusion, all looking up at the sky with faces full of shock.

The Mosquito Beast beneath Wang Lin's feet seemed to sense its master's killing intent. It let out a sharp howl and suddenly swooped down. The Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators cursed inwardly, just as they were about to take out their Magic Treasures to fight it, Wang Lin swept his Divine Sense out, instantly pressing down upon the entire Heavenly Dao School like heavenly might.

"I have a personal grudge with the descendants of the Teng Family. Those who block my path shall die!"

Wang Lin had already infused a trace of Divine Sense into this voice. The sound majestically descended from the sky, growing louder the further it went, finally arriving with a roar that almost shook the heavens and startled the earth. Those Nascent Soul Cultivators spat out blood one after another, their eyes revealing unprecedented terror.

At the same time, Wang Lin leaped down from the Mosquito Beast. His Divine Sense swept out, and his gaze immediately fixed sinisterly upon one young man among the many Heavenly Dao School Disciples on the main hall plaza. This person was young and looked utterly terrified.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Wang Lin's lips. He beckoned with his right hand, and the man's body immediately floated up involuntarily, landing in Wang Lin's grasp. The man clutched his throat tightly, struggling to say something, but unfortunately, his surname shouldn't have been Teng!

Wang Lin squeezed with his right hand. A few cracking sounds were heard, and the young man immediately bulged his eyes and died. Simultaneously, Wang Lin's left hand flashed, and a Soul Banner appeared in his grip. The man's Soul immediately flew out of his heavenly spirit and was captured inside the Soul Banner.

Wang Lin flung the corpse backward. Immediately, a long Flood Dragon Tendon flew out from his Storage Pouch, securely binding the corpse. The other end was held in the massive proboscis of the Mosquito Beast.

All of this was done cleanly and decisively by Wang Lin under the watchful eyes of the Heavenly Dao School, without any hesitation. After killing one person, he moved and rushed into the main hall. He saw a young man whose face was filled with grief and indignation, clutching his fists tightly. However, his fists would never have the chance to loosen again.

Because his surname was Teng!

Wang Lin struck with his right hand, landing on the person's heavenly spirit. With that single palm strike, the person's internal organs instantly shattered, and their Soul was sucked into the Soul Banner. There was no trace of pity in Wang Lin's eyes. His body suddenly moved. This time, the Nascent Soul Patriarchs of the Heavenly Dao School could no longer stand by and watch. A red-faced old man flashed and appeared in front of Wang Lin. Despite his inner terror, he still shouted, "Fellow Daoist, stop! Let's talk this out!"

Wang Lin didn't even look at the man. His extreme realm Divine Sense suddenly moved. As his body flashed past, a streak of gray light appeared in the red-faced old man's eyes, and his Divine Sense instantly shattered. Furthermore, the moment Wang Lin passed by him, with a single strike, the old man, along with his Nascent Soul, violently burst into pieces of flesh that scattered across the ground.

"Those who interfere share the same crime as the Teng Family!" A voice as cold as winter slowly emerged from Wang Lin's mouth.

The surrounding Nascent Soul Cultivators were immediately chilled to the core. They forcefully halted their steps, daring not to advance.

Wang Lin left the main hall and sped along the Heavenly Dao School's pavilions. The Nascent Soul Cultivators hesitated for a moment. One of them quickly took out a Jade Slip, imprinted a Divine Thought into it, and activated it. The Jade Slip flashed and swiftly flew into the distance, disappearing from sight.

Following this, the Nascent Soul Cultivators exchanged glances. Gritting their teeth, they followed closely behind Wang Lin. Although they dared not interfere, if they lacked even the courage to pursue, they would be unworthy of being called Nascent Soul Patriarchs.

A rather attractive woman was flying toward the Heavenly Dao School's Pill Chamber with a look of panic. She did not want to die.

However, how could her speed compare to Wang Lin's? Almost the instant she arrived at the Pill Chamber, Wang Lin had already appeared. With a wave of his right hand, the woman's body immediately flew backward involuntarily. Amidst her screams, she landed in Wang Lin's hand.

Her eyes revealed terror. She didn't want to die, but her surname was Teng!

Ruthlessly crushing the woman's cervical spine and collecting her Soul, Wang Lin tossed the corpse backward. Immediately, the Flood Dragon Tendon lashed out and wrapped around it again. At this point, three corpses were already bound upon the Flood Dragon Tendon.

Wang Lin did not stop. Of the remaining four people in his Divine Sense, two were in the back mountain, and the other two were flying rapidly. One of them was already close to leaving the strange peak of the Heavenly Dao School.

Wang Lin's eyes were icy cold. His body moved, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the strange peak of the Heavenly Dao School. He saw a black-clothed youth flying with a face full of panic, occasionally looking back.

However, his turning head would never have the chance to turn back, because his surname was Teng!

Wang Lin flicked a finger, striking the man's chest. His body immediately trembled, and he died. Collecting the Soul and binding the corpse, Wang Lin flew toward his next target.

The Nascent Soul Cultivators following closely behind him grew increasingly terrified in their hearts. They secretly wondered, when did the Teng Family offend such an Evil Star?

This Evil Star's cultivation was already heaven-reaching. Killing Nascent Soul Cultivators took no effort for him. But instead of seeking trouble with Teng Huayuan, he started killing his descendants, clearly holding a deep, bitter hatred for the Teng Family and intending to exterminate the entire Teng Family clan.

A chill rose in the hearts of these Nascent Soul Cultivators, and their steps involuntarily slowed down slightly.

The coldness in Wang Lin's eyes remained. A trace of Evil Qi slowly emanated from his body. He smiled grimly and locked onto the fifth person! This person was the oldest among them, already white-haired, but his cultivation was not high, merely at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Perfection.

At this moment, his face showed no panic or indignation. Instead, he sped away with a solemn expression, and while flying, he continuously took out several Jade Slips, imprinted Divine Thought into them, and activated them one by one.

However, his fate had long been sealed, because his surname was Teng!

When Wang Lin appeared in front of him, the man immediately stopped flying, looked grimly at Wang Lin, and quickly said, "Senior, what grudge do you have with my Teng Family? There must be some misunder…"

Wang Lin remained silent. Before the man could finish speaking, Wang Lin flicked his right hand, and a black Flying Sword flew out from his Storage Pouch, instantly piercing the man's chest. In the blink of an eye, the man's entire body turned pitch black, and he died.

Collecting the Soul and binding the corpse, Wang Lin flashed and flew toward the back mountain.

Every time Teng Xuan and Teng You made love, he would activate the Formation within the back mountain pavilion to conceal all auras. Although this also meant they couldn't detect outside events, it ensured maximum safety.

After all, he and Teng You were actual siblings. If such a matter were discovered, he would surely be ruined. Although many people had been intimate with Teng You, including many members of the Teng Family clan, such things were usually known tacitly by everyone and not spread externally. But being caught in bed was an entirely different matter.

As a result, he knew nothing of the outside world. All he saw before him was Teng You's beautiful face and her intoxicating, soft body.

After a few heart-rending growls, Teng Xuan fiercely thrust, as if trying to tear Teng You apart. As for Teng You, she immediately employed the Secret Technique of the Joyful Union Sect, and the two almost simultaneously reached the peak of carnal desire.

It must be said that compared to the other five, Teng Xuan and Teng You were lucky. Although they were certainly going to die, at least they passed away after enjoying carnal pleasure.

Teng Xuan took a few deep breaths and climbed off Teng You. But he immediately sensed something was wrong. He abruptly turned his head and instantly noticed an extra person in the room.

His heart jolted. Just as he was about to speak, the person's eyes suddenly flashed. This was the last image he would ever see in his life.

As for Teng You, she opened her beautiful eyes. What she saw was Teng Xuan's head falling to the ground. She froze and immediately screamed. However, this scream was far less pleasant than her previous moans, and it was also the last sound she would ever make in her life.

They were destined to die, because the siblings' surname was Teng!

Having killed the two and extracted their Souls, Wang Lin walked out of the pavilion. Outside the pavilion, the Nascent Soul Patriarchs of the Heavenly Dao School remained silent. Wang Lin didn't spare them a glance. His body soared into the air and he stepped onto the Mosquito Beast. Seven corpses were tied to the end of the Flood Dragon Tendon held in the Mosquito Beast's mouth.

Wang Lin did not linger. Riding the Mosquito Beast, he quickly left the Heavenly Dao School. From afar, the seven corpses bound by the Flood Dragon Tendon resembled a peacock's tail, revealing a bloody sensation amidst their vividness.

Only after Wang Lin's figure vanished on the horizon did the Nascent Soul Patriarchs let out a sigh of relief. They were all drenched in sweat. One of them whispered, "The Teng Family is finished…"

"It's not just the Teng Family. This time, I fear the State of Zhao is about to change…" another person muttered to himself. He then took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice to the Heavenly Dao School Sect Master, who was staring blankly toward them from afar:

"Pass down the order: recall all Disciples training outside. Immediately sever all ties with any industries connected to the Teng Family. As for the few Disciples who went out to train and formed Dual Cultivation partnerships with Teng Family women… sever relations and expel them from the School. From now on, everything concerning the Teng Family has absolutely nothing to do with our Heavenly Dao School!"

After killing the seven members of the Teng Family, Wang Lin's gaze remained cold. To carry out the act of clan extermination, one must have an unwavering resolve. If there was even a shred of feminine softness in his thoughts, he would definitely be unable to strike decisively, nor would he be able to persevere. After all, clan extermination is not something everyone has the determination to achieve.

Wang Lin's next target was a School tens of thousands of miles away from this location. There, the Teng Family descendants were numerous, totaling ninety-three people!

Wang Lin was in no hurry. He wanted to kill them slowly, forcing Teng Huayuan to struggle in a sea of suffering, grieving the loss of his clan members but unable to leave to save them. He wanted Teng Huayuan to experience the same heart-wrenching feeling he once had—the urge to tear open his chest and take out his heart to see if it had shattered!

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