Chapter 235: Wang Zhuo

After killing six core members of the Teng Family, Wang Lin’s Soul Devourer did not continue its slaughter. Instead, it returned to his Physical Body at the fastest speed.

In the place where his Physical Body was stored, Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes. He remained silent for a moment. At the instant he killed that middle-aged man, he saw a figure that made his heart tremble.

If he hadn’t mistaken it, this person was Wang Zhuo.

The woman beside Wang Zhuo was the middle-aged man’s daughter. She was with Wang Zhuo, and it was clear they had some kind of relationship. Wang Lin’s eyes flashed. He put away the Restriction Banner and the ancient mirror, recalled his Devil Head, then stomped his foot. His body flew up onto the Mosquito Beast. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he immediately found the woman who was with Wang Zhuo.

The direction this woman was heading was not Teng Family City, but towards the border of the neighboring state.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then pursued her.

Teng Xiuxiu’s eyes revealed a look of sorrow. Although she was running, her tears flowed uncontrollably. She didn't know her father's fate, but a ominous premonition weighed heavily in her heart, almost suffocating her.

Wang Zhuo's heart grew even more conflicted. He watched the Teng Family members die one by one, and although he felt extremely pleased, at this moment, for some reason, he not only felt no pleasure but instead a deep sense of worry.

Wang Zhuo’s body trembled. He stopped, closed his eyes, and the scene of his entire Family being tragically massacred by Teng Huayuan years ago echoed in his mind.

Teng Xiuxiu saw Wang Zhuo stop and quickly followed suit, biting her lower lip as she looked at Wang Zhuo. The only person she could rely on now was this man, her husband.

After a short while, Wang Zhuo opened his eyes and slapped himself several times, wanting to thoroughly awaken himself. He repeatedly reminded himself that the Teng Family were his enemies, and even for Teng Xiuxiu, he held no feelings for her.

Anyone from the Teng Family deserved to die!

Teng Xiuxiu quickly stepped forward to stop Wang Zhuo, tears streaming down her face.

Wang Zhuo forced himself to harden his heart,甩 his arm, and flung Teng Xiuxiu's hand aside, saying coldly, "You should go. From now on, you and I have no more relationship."

Teng Xiuxiu's eyes showed despair as she stared blankly at Wang Zhuo, not even noticing that her teeth had bitten her lower lip until it bled. Like a person made of tears, she stepped forward, trying to grab Wang Zhuo's hand.

However, Wang Zhuo again stepped aside and said coldly, "You're not leaving, are you? Then I'll leave!" With that, he turned around and slowly flew in the opposite direction.

Teng Xiuxiu stared blankly at Wang Zhuo's retreating figure, the despair in her eyes growing even stronger. Her heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife, with waves of stinging pain. Under this pain, a sickly flush rose to her face, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Her body swayed a few times, then she steadied herself, her face pale.

In reality, the moment Wang Zhuo turned around, his heart felt as if it were being torn apart. However, the scenes of his clansmen's deaths left him with no choice. At this moment, Wang Zhuo's pain was absolutely no less than Teng Xiuxiu's.

Teng Xiuxiu smiled tragically. She looked at Wang Zhuo and softly called out, "Don't go…"

Wang Zhuo's body trembled. He clenched his fists, then suddenly turned around and roared at Teng Xiuxiu, "Get lost!"

After speaking, he sped away rapidly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Teng Xiuxiu's lips bled again. She took a deep look in the direction Wang Zhuo had disappeared, then smiled tragically and turned around, a bewildered expression in her eyes.

Although the world was vast, she didn't know where to go. The two most important men in her life—one's fate unknown, the other having abandoned her—for a woman, this was no different from the sky collapsing.

Wang Zhuo flew for more than ten li, his fists already bleeding. The images of his clansmen dying flashed before his eyes, then Teng Xiuxiu's figure and her desperate gaze gradually replaced his clansmen… After a long while, Wang Zhuo landed on the ground and kowtowed several times fiercely in the direction of his former Family town, saying bitterly, "Father, Mother, your son… is unfilial!"

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, shed two tears, then silently stood up and turned to chase after Teng Xiuxiu.

The moment he turned, he seemed to see his clansmen, especially his parents, looking at him with pained expressions, all pointing at his nose and calling him a traitor, an unfilial son of the Wang Family.

Wang Zhuo's heart was torn in two. He tragically chased after Teng Xiuxiu. Not long after, he saw Teng Xiuxiu flying aimlessly. She seemed to sense something, turned back, and stared blankly at Wang Zhuo, a gentle expression gradually appearing in her eyes.

However, just as the two reunited, a chilling killing intent slowly emanated from the horizon. On a huge Yao Beast, a white-haired young man, whose hair fluttered in the wind, watched them coldly.

Behind him, there were countless dense corpses of the Teng Family. The stench of blood, as he approached, assailed them, extremely浓郁.

Teng Xiuxiu's face instantly turned pale. She subconsciously hid behind Wang Zhuo, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Wang Zhuo stared intently at the white-haired young man, disbelief in his eyes.

"You… You are Wang Lin!"

"Wang Zhuo!" Wang Lin leaped from the Mosquito Beast, landing in front of Wang Zhuo, and casually glanced at the woman behind him.

Wang Zhuo subconsciously shielded the woman, looking at Wang Lin with a complex expression. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "I should have guessed long ago that only you could possess the strength to avenge our clansmen."

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Wang Zhuo, I'm sorry."

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "If you had said that to me back then, I wouldn't have forgiven you. But now… our only enemy is Teng Huayuan."

A cold glint appeared in Wang Lin's eyes as he slowly said, "Teng Huayuan, he won't escape. No one in the entire Teng Family will escape!"

Teng Xiuxiu's body trembled. Despite her fear, she still bit her lip and asked softly, "My… my father, he…"

"Silence!" Wang Zhuo frowned, stopping Teng Xiuxiu's words, and said to Wang Lin, forcing himself to remain calm, "She is your sister-in-…"

Before Wang Zhuo could finish, Wang Lin said calmly, "Your father shouldn't have the surname Teng."

Teng Xiuxiu's body trembled, and her gaze towards Wang Lin revealed a deep hatred.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuo already knew that Wang Lin was aware of Teng Xiuxiu's identity, and his heart grew even more conflicted.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then looked at the setting sun in the sky and slowly said, "Is Wang Hao still in the Xuandao Sect?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head, saying bitterly, "He didn't succeed in Core Formation… he's already… dead."

Wang Lin closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said gently, "You and she, leave the State of Zhao." After speaking, he didn't even glance at Wang Zhuo, turned, and leaped onto the Mosquito Beast.

Everyone has their own aspirations. Wang Zhuo's series of actions had clearly expressed his thoughts: he didn't want Teng Xiuxiu to die.

Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin's figure, his eyes filled with even more complexity. The tragic scenes of his clansmen and parents dying echoed in his mind. It was as if all his clansmen were staring at him, calling him a traitor of the Wang Family.

Wang Zhuo smiled tragically, then glanced at Teng Xiuxiu. Suddenly, his heart sank. He saw a trace of deeply hidden hatred in Teng Xiuxiu's eyes.

Wang Zhuo was silent, a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He said gently, "Xiuxiu, let's go." As he spoke, his right hand gently stroked Teng Xiuxiu's long hair.

Teng Xiuxiu was startled, tears flowing again from her eyes. In all the years she had been with Wang Zhuo, this was the first time he had called her Xiuxiu.

However, her smile froze the next moment. Wang Zhuo's right hand pressed on Teng Xiuxiu's heavenly spirit. With a surge of spiritual power, he instantly severed his wife's life force.

Teng Xiuxiu died without pain. She died in the arms of the man she loved… Holding the corpse of his deceased wife, Wang Zhuo's eyes showed sorrow. He glanced in the direction Wang Lin had disappeared and murmured, "Wang Lin, I will not become a traitor to the Wang Family, nor will I allow even a trace of the Teng Family Bloodline to remain."

With that, he knelt towards the direction of his hometown, kowtowed several times heavily, then slapped his own forehead, severing his life force. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He gazed lovingly at his wife in his arms and collapsed.

"Xiuxiu, don't be afraid, I'm here to accompany you…"

Wang Lin, standing on the Mosquito Beast, suddenly trembled. He clearly felt the speck of light in his Divine Sense representing Wang Zhuo’s wife disappear. He remained silent for a moment, then his body flickered and vanished from atop the Mosquito Beast.

When he reappeared, he was already standing beside the corpses of Wang Zhuo and his wife. Wang Lin stared blankly at the two, a complex feeling rising in his heart. He now understood Wang Zhuo's choice; he must have struggled between his kin and his lover, ultimately having to kill his beloved with his own hands to fill the guilt in his heart towards his kin.

At the same time, after his wife's death, he could only die himself to bring a perfect end to the love he held for his wife.

Wang Lin was silent. He pointed his right hand at Wang Zhuo's glabella. Gradually, a faint soul fire, which could dissipate at any moment, floated out from Wang Zhuo's forehead and was caught by Wang Lin.

He sighed and disappeared from the spot.

In the capital city of the State of Zhao, there was a very large residence in the northeast. This place was the renowned Wang Family of the capital. At this moment, within the Wang Family, a white-haired young man appeared. His body was as transparent as if he were a ghost, and he walked leisurely through the courtyard. All the servants acted as if they didn't see him.

After walking for a while, the white-haired young man arrived at a detached courtyard pavilion. In the room, a woman lay on the bed, her lower abdomen slightly swollen, clearly pregnant.

The young man watched for a moment, and a ball of white light silently appeared in his hand. He sighed softly, then waved his right hand. The white light passed through the pavilion and floated inside, entering the woman's womb.

It gradually fused with the unborn infant in her womb, which had not yet formed a soul… "When you are reborn as a human, you must enter the Cultivation World. Perhaps one day in the future, you and I will meet again." The white-haired young man murmured to himself, then turned and left.