Chapter 188 White Hair Sends Black Hair

As the outer sect guardian, Jiang Mo gave Weir a high degree of freedom and status. Except for the two senior officials Cheng Zhen and Si Chong, other disciples did not have the right to drive him around.

Over the past year or so, Weir has been responsible for teaching practical fighting skills. He has fulfilled his responsibilities and has a good relationship with his disciples.

When he was summoned by Lu Jin, he was studying witchcraft. Without saying anything, he stopped and went to the Sutra Library to meet Cheng Zhen.

"Is there anything I can tell you about?"

"sit--"

Cheng Zhen held a wolf hair brush dipped in cinnabar ink and outlined the name list on the letter paper. One red mark after another seemed to be announcing the fate of those heretics in advance.

"In the past few days, the sect's former enemy has shown up, and along with him, a group of his sworn brothers and sisters have also come."

"Weir, you are from overseas, so you may not be familiar with our 'Sworn Brotherhood' and 'Complete Nature';"

Cheng Zhen said as he smeared the paint:

"You can consider the thirty-five people on the list as our enemies. You will be responsible for eliminating them."

"Quan Xing.? I've had contact with them before, and I don't have a very good impression of those monkeys."

After Cheng Zhen finished writing, Wei Er took the letter and asked uncertainly:

"Kill those who cross the red line, and keep the others alive and bring them back alive?"

"Yes, Shangqing, Tianshi Mansion, Wudang, Huode Sect, Tang Sect, Yanwu Hall, please pay attention. Their leaders signed a wartime alliance with us a long time ago. How to deal with it later depends on their discussion."

"If we can capture him alive, we will spare his life. If he resists, we will kill him;"

Cheng Zhen was not merciful or lenient in defending the dignity of his sect, and was not afraid of trouble. He said in a cold voice:

"You are following the orders of the Trinity Sect. You don't need to worry about being held accountable by these sects. I will cover for you."

"Okay, I'll do it cleanly."

The corners of Will's mouth raised a dangerous arc and continued to ask:
"If those monkeys who are listed as must-kill have a sect behind them and are determined to protect them, do I still have the power to make arbitrary decisions?"

He has been stationed in the mainland for many years, since the end of the Qing Dynasty, and has been traveling all over the country. Except for encountering Jiang Mo, who is a towering and unshakable mountain, he has never been afraid of anyone in terms of strength.

If Weir wanted to kill the elders and leaders of those alien sects, it would not be difficult.

"."

Cheng Zhen was slightly moved. He was not bloodthirsty and had never thought of holding these sects accountable.

After all, the other disciples and even the elders and senior leaders of the sect didn’t even know about this ridiculous thing. They were just part of the group that was innocently implicated.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhen's answer is:
"It depends on the situation. If there are people who really insist on stopping us and don't understand the general situation, then let them go and deal with them together. Try not to hurt people who are not related to it. If the worst happens, they will attack you in groups."

"Then do as you wish."

"Understood. How many days will it take? If these people are gathered in one place, it will be easy to deal with them. If they are scattered all over the place, I think it will take a long time."

Will thought about it. In this troubled time with war raging everywhere, it was not easy to find a person who was desperately hiding in the vast and chaotic continent.

Therefore, he asked Cheng Zhen for a time limit to hunt down as many potential enemies as possible, but he could not guarantee that he could eliminate them all.

"One week."

Cheng Zhen poured a cup of warm tea, handed it to the table in front of Weier, and said with a faint smile:
"How many you can kill depends entirely on God's will and your execution. Come back when the time is up."

"Okay, then I'll have to wait patiently."

Will took the teacup, drank it all, and immediately turned into a dark mist, disappearing in an instant, embarking on his hunting journey.

Back mountain.

In the quiet world, there is a figure sitting beside a pond, breathing gently, with a light flowing from his body that cannot be looked directly at.

After more than a year of training and settling down, Jiang Mo achieved a rapid increase in his cultivation. The vast vitality of his ancestors and the two strange poisonous Dao marks were all refined and controlled. Even the Nine Evil Yin Soil had completed its integration with the spleen.

The most important thing is that the ancient crossing soul-breaking spell has been completely perfected, and Jiang Mo has reached a peak that no one has climbed before. It took him several months to cross this difficult hurdle with great difficulty.

At this moment, his aura became more ethereal and ethereal, as if he was not of the same species as the rest of the living beings, but rather a mass of indescribably terrifying energy that had developed a human-like consciousness.

Just sitting cross-legged on the Qingyan rock, he is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, suppressing the entire vast world and is comparable to the ancient gods.

The third level of reverse life has evolved significantly again, recasting the second stage of Xuanming.

Jiang Mo's body began to change from young to old and thin, constantly going back, evolving from old age to middle age, youth, and childhood.

The evolution process was slow, with old and young rotating in turn. Gradually, the light formed an egg-shaped crystal substance that wrapped around Jiang Mo's entire body.

The thunderous heartbeat shook the mountains and forests. With the blessing of the ancient curse of the Northern Desert, the true method of rebirth, and the strange poison of Southern Xinjiang, an unprecedented monster standing at the top of the human world is quietly being born.

soon.

With a "crack", a slight crack appeared on the huge egg membrane, and it was still spreading and expanding.

This is the prelude to breaking through the barrier. Once all the crystalline substances break and fall off, the head of the Jiang clan will be able to return to the arena.

Late at night, at the Shuzi Gate.

Since the news of the thirty-six people's oath of brotherhood leaked out, Hu Haiwang, who was guilty of his crime, had no time to explain more and was about to escape overnight.

He had just taken half a step past the sect gate when he saw his fellow disciples waiting in front of him suddenly panicking and showing cold sweats on their faces.

"Capture this traitor and put him in the dungeon."

An angry voice sounded, Hu Haiwang looked back in horror, and his heart sank completely.

His father Hutu and several respected elders stood silently in the distance, looking at him with disappointment.

"Master, let me explain."

"boom!"

Hu Haiwang opened his mouth to speak when a shadow suddenly rushed over from behind him. The senior brother locked Hu Haiwang's neck with his five fingers and did not give him a chance to explain. He directly smashed his entire face to the ground, and his flesh and blood were instantly blurred.

"It is a shame for me to have given birth to a rebellious son like you. You have brought shame upon our ancestors."

"take away."

At the instruction of the sect leader, several brothers with frosty faces attacked Hu Haiwang with a palm strike, knocking him unconscious. They then imprisoned him in a dungeon, pierced his scapula with a hook to prevent the evildoer from escaping, cast a spell to make ropes, bound his limbs, and hung him high up.

"Asshole, you are treated well by the sect, yet you treat your master like this!"

"If you raise a dog, you should have some feelings for it, but you are betraying me. I don't want you as my junior brother!"

"Hmph! I'll do it."

The sounds of cursing and whipping were intertwined. In the end, Hu Haiwang, who was already weak, could not withstand the beating. Even though he begged for mercy, he was ignored.

In the forbidden area inside the gate, Hutu and two white-bearded old men stood silently. They looked solemn and full of worry.

In front of where the three people's eyes converged, there was an elderly man sitting on the ground. He was the former head of the Shuzi Sect.

He was nearly a hundred years old, already frail and thin as a log. But now, because of the disaster caused by his descendants, he had to use his lifelong cultivation and his remaining life to deduce the process and consequences of the brotherhood.

Inside the scene, the answer the old man was looking for was easily revealed. It was a fireball that covered the sky, filled with an ominous aura like the abyss. Even though the old master was experienced and had seen many storms, he still couldn't help but feel cold all over.

It's possible to get in, but it's extremely difficult to get out.

After hesitating for a while, the old man sighed sadly, then stepped resolutely into the fireball. His already weak life burned rapidly and fell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Poof...!"

"Brother!"

"Uncle Master!!"

The faces of the few people waiting outside were pale. They witnessed black blood oozing out of the old master's seven orifices and rushed over to support him.

"How are you?"

Hu Tu felt extremely guilty. He held up the old man's cold, skinny body, and his voice trembled as he spoke. The mistake made by his rebellious son had caused his uncle, who should have been enjoying his old age, to become almost dying.

"killed."

The old sect leader's cloudy eyes almost bulged out of his deep eye sockets. His aged face was twisted and hideous. He tightly grasped Hu Tu's right hand, and with a wisp of obsession, he conveyed the final message.

"kill"

The sound stopped abruptly, the old man's pupils dilated, and there was no breath from his mouth and nose. The master of magic was dead forever.

"Woo woo! Senior brother."

"Uncle Master, I am so sorry for you!!"

Several people cried out in grief, tears streaming down their cheeks, feelings of self-blame surging out, and they hated each other to the point of being unable to hate anymore.

Afterwards, Hutu called his disciples to arrange the funeral affairs of his elder. He suppressed his sadness and walked slowly into the dungeon with fatigue.

"Chief!"

"Chief!"

Hutu was filled with a huge amount of anger, his face was terrifyingly calm and cold. He raised his head stiffly and stared at his son who was whipped and bleeding, with a mixture of emotions.

The oppressive atmosphere spread silently. A disciple was suddenly startled and noticed something unusual. He quickly said:
"Master, if you give me the nod, I will destroy his cultivation immediately and make this evildoer suffer for eternity..."

"That's enough. Get off."

Hu Tu had no patience to listen to his disciples' pleas. He just yelled at them to leave and then untied the ropes that bound Hu Haiwang.

"boom!"

The figure who fell from a height was so dizzy that his bones were almost broken. He said in a sad voice:
"Dad, son, I know I was wrong."

"Please, give me a chance. I really don't dare."

Hu Haiwang's previous high spirits were all gone at this moment. He pleaded in a desperate manner, never expecting that a sworn brotherhood would bring about a fatal disaster.

Looking at his son covered in bruises, Hutu just casually threw the pot of liquor he was holding, his hoarse voice revealing his determination.

"Not long ago, your master lost his life because of the mistake you made."

"The relationship between you and me as father and son has ended. As the head of the sect, I cannot disappoint the disciples. Finish this pot of wine and go on your journey with peace of mind."

"Next year during the Qingming Festival, Dad will burn more paper money for you;"

"If we are destined to meet again in the next life, Dad will discipline you more strictly. My fool, don't make mistakes again."

By the end of his speech, Hu Tu's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was choked with sobs.

As a father, he cannot be blamed for his child going astray.

"father"

Hu Haiwang burst into tears with a sad look on his face. He felt deep regret in his heart. For the first time, he felt scared and at a loss.

"That's it."

Hu Tu couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he threw a dagger and turned around, signaling the latter to commit suicide to save his dignity.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"I'm sorry I can't be filial to you"

Hu Haiwang pressed the ground with one arm, propped up his body with difficulty, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed several times.

He could even see his father's back, trembling slightly, obviously suffering from great grief.

"puff--!"

Hu Haiwang decisively used his Qi, using his fingers as blades to pierce his chest. His heart shattered instantly and he fell to the ground and died.

Wang family.

After receiving the intelligence, a family meeting was held overnight. It was a dim hall, and those sitting there were all the elders of the Wang family who were of very high seniority.

After seeing everyone gathered, the head of the Wang family got straight to the point and said thoughtfully:
"My dear uncles, I can't make up my mind about this matter. Should we get involved?"

As soon as the words fell, an elder sneered:

"Secret painting and divine painting have always been the two major schools of painting, especially Dou Ruchang. Although he is the third in command of secret painting, he is the signature. His methods are much more powerful than those of the head and second in command of secret painting."

"Since Dou Ruchang has come to our door, how can we miss him?"

"We should take this opportunity to weaken their spirit. It would be best if we could suppress them once and for all so that they can never recover."

“By then, my Wang family will be the only one left in the Danqing School in the alien world. After a few decades, when Secret Painting declines, I will find an opportunity to swallow them up and seize their skills.”

Another elder hid in the shadows, holding a pipe in his mouth, exhaling wisps of smoke, and said happily:

"We wanted to deal with him before, but we didn't have the chance. Now is a golden opportunity, we can't afford to miss it."

"Besides, you have to do this in a good and beautiful way. Even if it's too much, the reason for making friends with Quan Xing is there, and no one in the world will dare to say anything bad about us."

"Also, let's do this in front of Trinity School. If we act ruthlessly, we may be able to win over some of them."

"If there are talented children in the clan in the future, we can send them to our sect to practice. With this relationship, our Wang family will surely make a profit."

The old foxes in the Wang family have made very careful calculations. In an inherited aristocratic family like this, whenever there is an important decision to be made, the head of the family does not have the highest decision-making power. He needs to discuss with the elders in the family and consider the risks, benefits, and safety before making corresponding strategies.

This is also the reason why they have been able to remain prosperous throughout the generations. Compared with the change of dynasties, the lifespan of aristocratic families is much longer, often lasting hundreds or even thousands of years.

As long as you don't make repeated serious mistakes, it will be difficult to decline.

The head of the Wang family listened to the suggestions of several uncles. His eyes were sinister and he smiled cruelly: "Okay."

"Since you all have the support, I will take care of this matter. I will decide Dou Ruchang's fate."

"I'd like to see what ridiculous excuse this idiot will come up with to explain to his disciples and everyone in the circle."

(End of this chapter)