Chapter 88: Mourning the Calamity (II)

Teng Huayuan smiled grimly, his eyes revealing monstrous Killing Intent, and he thought to himself, "Li'er, Great-Grandfather has come to avenge you."

Remembering Teng Li, Teng Huayuan could not help but feel a surge of sorrow; the most prominent Junior of the fourth generation of the Teng Family, a youth of exceptional Aptitude, had been killed just like that.

After Teng Li's death, Teng Huayuan had investigated in detail and finally understood the cause of the matter; besides Wang Lin, he harbored hatred for all the miscellaneous people who had contributed to Teng Li's death.

At this moment, the Cultivator with the demeanor of an Immortal sighed leisurely and said, "Fellow Daoist Teng, I have already calculated for you that the person is in Jue Ming Valley. Why must you still seek out his kin? Let it be, Fellow Daoist Teng. Every debt has its debtor; venting your anger on Mortals is truly an ugly thing to have spread about."

Teng Huayuan's face sank like water, and he stared at the Cultivator without saying a word.

The Cultivator shook his head with a bitter smile, touched the ancient mirror in his hand, and performed Hand Seals with his right hand. With a light tap, the ancient mirror flew out of his hand and circled in mid-air, seemingly searching for a direction, but after a long time, the mirror turned left and right, unable to find the final direction.

The Cultivator frowned, knowing that there were too few clues provided. He flicked his sleeve and pointed his right hand at the ancient mirror in mid-air, and the small mirror immediately returned to the Cultivator's hand.

The Cultivator bit his fingertip and quickly drew a symbol on the mirror's surface, then threw it again. This time, the mirror grew against the wind, instantly becoming several times larger, its surface crystal clear and shimmering with layers of ripples.

The mirror tilted and shone upon Teng Huayuan.

"Fellow Daoist Teng, do not be alarmed. This ancient mirror of mine needs to absorb the curse Qi between you and that person," the Cultivator said with a solemn expression.

Wisps of black gas emanated from Teng Huayuan's forehead and quickly drilled into the ancient mirror. The ripples on the mirror's surface increased, and beneath the layers of ripples, a large mansion slowly appeared within it.

Killing Intent flashed in Teng Huayuan's eyes. After taking a look, he stared at the Cultivator with the demeanor of an Immortal without a word.

The Cultivator hesitated slightly, sighed softly, and beckoned with his right hand. The ancient mirror floated down and instantly grew several times larger, becoming taller than a person. The Cultivator smiled bitterly and stepped into the mirror's surface.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Teng Huayuan's mouth, and he followed him in.

After the two entered the mirror, the ancient mirror quickly shrank and eventually disappeared without a trace.

A hundred miles away from this place was a small town. The Wang Family was considered a top-tier influential Family in the surrounding area. It was said that several members of the clan had joined an Immortal School, which was common knowledge in this remote small town.

The Wang Family had roots as carpenters and owned several workshops and shops of various sizes in the town. In the eyes of outsiders, the Wang Family could almost be called the largest Family within tens of miles.

Within the entire town, the most luxurious place belonged to the Wang Family's large mansion. On this day, the sun in the sky was like a giant furnace, scorching the earth. The doorman of the Wang Family's ancestral home was leaning against the door frame, using a fan to constantly drive away the heat.

The blue cloth jacket he wore was already soaked with sweat on his back and chest.

"This damn weather, it's so hot it's unbearable," the servant unbuttoned his jacket and fanned himself vigorously.

At this moment, the door of a side room in the mansion was pushed open. A young girl dressed as a maid walked out holding a celadon bowl. She turned left and right inside the mansion and, before long, arrived at the main gate. Seeing the young servant, she giggled and said, "Brother, drink a bowl of plum juice to cool off."

The young servant turned to look at the girl and immediately beamed. He took the celadon bowl and drank it in one gulp, instantly feeling a wave of coolness throughout his body. He sighed, "The masters really know how to enjoy themselves. This iced plum juice is truly delicious. Little sister, when you came out, you didn't let Young Master Hao see you, did you?"

The girl took the fan and, while fanning the servant, laughed, "Brother, don't worry. Young Master didn't see me; I snuck out while he wasn't paying attention. Besides, Young Master Hao is a very good person; even if he saw me, it wouldn't matter."

The servant enjoyed his sister's fanning and nodded, saying, "That's true. Young Master Hao is an Immortal, so how could he stoop to our level? Little sister, you need to show yourself more. If you could be favored by Young Master Hao and taken as a concubine, then your brother here would have really made it. If he gave me a position as a steward, I would be satisfied."

The girl's pretty face turned red, and she rolled her eyes at her brother, saying, "Brother, you've been in the Wang Family longer than me. I heard that a total of three young masters were chosen to be Immortals, but I've been here for three years, and other than Young Master Hao, I've only seen Young Master Zhuo come back once. There's no third person."

The servant said proudly, "I actually do know about this. The third young master is called Wang Lin. He can't compare to Young Master Hao and the others. I heard he is a…" He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly falling silent, and stared blankly at the sky.

A long rainbow broke through the air and landed on the ground in the blink of an eye, revealing a young man dressed in black tight-fitting clothes. This youth had a face as white as jade, sword-like eyebrows, and star-like eyes; he was quite handsome. A precious sword was strapped to his back, its tassel fluttering, and an air of detachment rose leisurely from him.

But if one looked closely, one would notice that he was no longer young. There were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, his former arrogance was now completely gone, and there was a slight sense of vicissitudes.

"Zhuo… Young Master Zhuo." The young servant stammered and quickly bowed.

The girl was also startled by the way he descended from the sky and hurriedly stood behind her brother.

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Zhuo. He frowned, looked at the servant, and said, "You are Wang Tao, right?"

The servant did not expect Wang Zhuo to actually remember his name. He immediately perked up and quickly said, "Young Master Zhuo, this small one is indeed Wang Tao."

Wang Zhuo hesitated slightly and said slowly, "Wang Tao, who told you about Wang Lin? What did they say?"

Wang Tao's heart trembled, and he quickly said, "It… it was the steward and the others who said it. They said Young Master Lin probably didn't have the face to come back, and they also said he was a piece of trash back then, vainly attempting to compete with you for the qualification to cultivate."

Wang Zhuo remained silent. After a long time, he sighed leisurely, as if speaking to himself or perhaps to Wang Tao, "He had the courage to leave the School; that is something I do not have…"

Wang Tao was stunned. He heard Wang Zhuo's words, and immediately felt confused. Just then, a young man suddenly walked out from inside the mansion. This youth had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with a dignified appearance. He stood not far away, looking at Wang Zhuo, and said calmly, "Wang Zhuo, long time no see."

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly and said, "Wang Hao, we haven't seen each other for three years, have we? You've changed a lot."

A look of melancholy appeared on Wang Hao's face, and both of them fell silent. The servant Wang Tao and his sister stood to the side, not daring to breathe loudly. Looking at these two people, Wang Tao knew that they were the pride of the Wang Family, the high and mighty Immortals.

"Do you have any news of Wang Lin?" Wang Hao said in a low voice.

"Ever since he left the Hengyue School, there has been no news whatsoever." Wang Zhuo's face showed a complex expression as he spoke.

"What is your cultivation level now? In the Xuandao Sect, with your Aptitude, you should have been favored by quite a few Seniors, right?" Wang Hao sighed and asked.

"It's a long story. I am currently at the eleventh layer of Qi Condensation. This was only after I happened to win the competition last year and entered the back mountain to achieve the Breakthrough." Wang Zhuo said bitterly.

Just at this moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened, and the originally scorching temperature dissipated in an instant. A giant mirror appeared silently in mid-air. The surface of the mirror flashed with light, and from beneath layers of ripples, two people stepped out. Of these two, one possessed the demeanor of an Immortal, while the other was shrouded in a sinister aura.

A vast pressure suddenly descended from the sky.

Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao's expressions changed drastically; they dared not even take a deep breath. Wang Zhuo hurriedly cupped his fists and said respectfully, "Junior Wang Zhuo of the Xuandao Sect pays respects to the two Seniors."

The Cultivator with the demeanor of an Immortal was taken aback. He glanced at Wang Zhuo and said, "Xuandao Sect? Do you have proof?"

Wang Zhuo's heart jumped with fear, and he had a vague, bad premonition. He hurriedly took out a Jade Slip proving his identity from his Storage Pouch. The Cultivator grabbed it with a large hand, looked at the Jade Slip in his hand with concentration, then swept a glance at Wang Hao and said, "Are you one too?"

Wang Hao was usually shrewd; at this moment, he did not hesitate at all and nodded.

Teng Huayuan gave a cold snort and flicked his sleeve. Immediately, with two "bangs," the heads of the servant and his sister standing beside Wang Zhuo exploded, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Two yellow mists of dust floated out from their bodies. Teng Huayuan waved his right hand, and a small black flag floated in mid-air. With a roll, the two mists were immediately sucked into it.

Immediately after, two painful faces appeared on the flag; they were indeed the servant and his sister.

"Today, in this place, not even a chicken or dog will be left alive!" Teng Huayuan said grimly. He took a step, crossed over Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao, and walked into the mansion.

Meanwhile, Wang Lin was fleeing rapidly within Jue Ming Valley. Behind him, two men and one woman were pursuing him with Killing Intent on their faces.

While running, Wang Lin suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if an invisible awl were piercing into him fiercely. This pain was not physical injury, but a sharp pain from the Soul, coming from the ethereal void.

An inexplicable sense of terror and restlessness rose within his heart.