Chapter 2002: Wei Wenting

nd the other three, seeing this scene, were about to draw their guns, but suddenly discovered that the pistols in their hands had turned into lumps of ice, and they couldn't even pull the trigger.Befo...The elderly man saw Feng Xingkong and Feng Tianxiang's indifferent expressions, as if they were already used to it.

When his gaze fell upon the old Taoist standing beside him, a gleam instantly flashed in his originally murky eyes. His white beard trembled, and his expression grew filled with rage.

"You... you're actually the Demon Lord of the Evil Eye"

"Yes, it's me, the old master!"

The old Daoist had a thin face with a vertical wrinkle on his forehead, as if he had three eyes.

He looked at the elder before him with a triumphant smile. "Wei Wentong, I didn't expect this. You chased me for three days and three nights back then, and today we meet like this."

"You... bastard!"

The old man cursed viciously and then turned to Feng Xingkong beside him, "As the headmaster of the prestigious Cangfeng Academy, you actually collude with such evil and crooked ways. What face do you have to face the millions of students in the academy"

"Tsk tsk, Wei Wutong, I'm really impressed by you. Don't you know what you look like Do you really think you're still the dean"

Feng Xingkong took two steps forward, coming to the old man's presence. His eyes were full of mockery.

"In fact, for cultivators like us, there's no such thing as good and evil. We all seek power and fulfill our own needs."

"Dean Feng is right, for us cultivators to improve our cultivation, killing a few ants is nothing."

It is a blessing they have earned through three lifetimes to be able to contribute their blood and sweat for us.

The Devil-Eyed Daoist roared with arrogance, then glared fiercely at the old man.

"You old meddlesome fool, back then I only killed a few hundred ants and you chased me for three days and three nights, wasting half my cultivation. "

It's because of you that I've only just reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul today. Don't you think we should settle this score

"Hmph!" The old man spat at the Evil-Eyed Taoist, "Degenerate sorcery! Everyone deserves to eradicate you. It's a pity I didn't kill you directly back then!"

"Old geezer, your bones are still hard. I'll rip out your primordial spirit later and refine you into a corpse puppet. You'll follow me to kill countless ants. Then we'll see what you have to say!"

The Evil Eye Daoist let out another burst of laughter, his laughter filled with malice and eerieness.

"The headmaster of the esteemed Cangfeng Academy, becoming my puppet… Hahaha, just thinking about it makes me feel good!"

The old man originally trapped in the cave was Wei Wutong, the missing Dean of Cangfeng Academy for many years. Feng Xingkong had always pretended to be clueless about the Dean's whereabouts, but in reality, he had imprisoned him here.

"You're dreaming!"

Wei Wutong glared fiercely at the Evil Eyed Daoist, then turned to Feng Xingkong, "To collude with such a person, you…"

What's the point

"Can you blame me You pushed me into this."

Feng Xingkong wore a helpless expression, spreading his hands and saying, "I raised you for ten years, logically speaking, you should have passed on your cultivation to my nephew."

Up to this point, you've refused, so I had no choice but to ask the Daoist Master of the Evil Eye for help.

You also know that the Taoist master's cultivation method is unique, capable of extracting your primordial spirit to nourish my nephew, allowing Tianxiang's cultivation to advance further.

As a trade, I offer you this physical body to the Daoist.

Then he'll refine you into a corpse puppet, living on in another form. It would be my way of repaying you, for all the years we worked together!

"You... beast!"

Hearing the other party's plan, Wei Wentian's eyes burned with anger, and he desperately tore at the iron chains binding him.

At this time, the disk above his head spun faster and faster. The invisible energy fluctuations pressed down on him, suppressing his cultivation to the point where he couldn't use any strength at all.

"You old geezer, you still haven't given up after all these years You want to fight me Go dream about it in your next life!"

Feng Xingkong slapped Wei Wutong across the face with a loud crack, leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. A streak of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

"You old fart, if it weren't for my nephew's cultivation, I would have killed you long ago. You dare to be arrogant with me!"

Wei Wutong had calmed down. His eyes were fixed on Feng Xingkong with a chilling intensity.

"You despicable villain, I've said it before, as long as you let me see my granddaughter and ensure her safety, I will immediately impart all my life's cultivation to your nephew."

"To see your granddaughter, aren't you putting me in a difficult position That little slut died long ago. What do you want to see Her ghost Wait until you die and go down there to meet her!"

Feng Xingkong chuckled again, "By the way, I forgot to mention that I'll be taking your primordial spirit later. You won't even have a chance at reincarnation, let alone the next life. You're destined never to see that little wretch again!"

“Feng Xingkong, you bastard! I suspected you from the start, and now it's confirmed. You harmed my granddaughter! Even as a ghost, I won't let you get away with this!”

Wei Wentian went wild, roaring and twisting frantically.

But he had already been pierced through the breastbone and with the formation above suppressing him, all resistance was futile and had no effect whatsoever.

"Hahaha, how are you doing Aren't you angry I heard the angrier you get, the better the effect of your soul being extracted later."

You could have just obediently bestowed your cultivation upon my nephew, allowing him to live as a useless fool for another decade or two. But you chose death instead, so who can blame anyone

If I bestow this Dharmakāya upon my nephew, perhaps he could break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop. Now, forcibly extracting your primordial spirit...

"If only you were a little bit better, it would be truly regrettable to see such cultivation wasted..."

Feng Xingkong did this on purpose, intending to completely infuriate the other party and prepare for the Evil Eye Daojun to extract his primordial spirit later.

But before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at Wei Wutong with a terrified expression, "Old man, what are you doing"

Wei Wutong's crazed expression had subsided, and everything was calm.

And he looked even older than before, his whole body exuding a listless aura. He no longer possessed the energy of a peak-stage cultivator, not even comparable to an ordinary old man.

"Haha, I Wei Wentiong have lived an upright life. How could I possibly be a pawn for you despicable people"

Although he was laughing, his breath was shallow and his voice was much softer.

Feng Xingkong was furious, grabbing Wei Wutong's collar with a roar: "You old bastard, what the hell did you do"

Wei Wutong showed no fear whatsoever, instead laughing with even greater joy.

"You despicable villain, do you really think I have no way to deal with you Before, I wasn't sure if my granddaughter was still alive, so I held onto a glimmer of hope."

Now that my granddaughter is dead, what do I have left to worry about I would never let a scoundrel like you get away with this!

Feng Xingkong was still incredulous: "This is impossible, you were pierced through your pipa bone and had a formation suppressing your cultivation. How could you possibly destroy your own power"

"An old man like me, who has been cultivating for so many years, would naturally have some tricks up his sleeve."

Wei Wutong said proudly, "Have you heard of the technique 'Soldier Dissolves the Dantian' It breaks all one hundred meridians. "

Now, this old man has become a complete wreck. Both his body and soul will not be left to you even a fraction. Hahaha…”

"Damn old bastard, I'll cut you to pieces and dismember your corpse."

Feng Xing was incredibly angry. He had spent ten years painstakingly cultivating, trying every means to seal the opponent's cultivation, but in the end, it all came to nothing. He didn't gain anything at all.

"Brother Feng, killing this old geezer like this is far too easy on him. Let me first extract his soul and refine it, then I'll cut him into a thousand pieces."

The Evil Eye Daoist, having lost the opportunity to refine a Nascent Soul puppet, was filled with rage. His eyes glinted with vicious killing intent.

Feng Xingkong’s face contorted in rage: “You're right, torture him mercilessly. Don't let him die too easily, I want him to regret it for the rest of his life!”

The Evil-Eyed Daoist made a hand gesture and was about to attack, but at that moment, a furious shout came from behind: "You two dogs, how vicious!"ds Ye Bufan's courtyard.But these people were not without brains, Fan Xiaofeng had already prepared his words.He told the people around him: "When someone asks why we're here later, just say that I wa...