Chapter 46: No roots but descendants
Seeing this scene, the old woodcarver felt as if he was facing a great enemy.

His eyes were sinister, and wood ashes were falling from his chest, which was wrapped in a gray shirt. His entire aura reversed, rising from the low point of barely surviving to a peak close to full condition in the blink of an eye.

The verdant Qi light, like waves overflowing from a water tank, leaked out from his body in large quantities and transformed into dozens of ferocious and vicious snakes.

What was even more troublesome was that as his Qi continued to spread, the surrounding grass, trees and soil began to wither and turn black.

The other surviving demon had disheveled hair and a thin physique. He waited cautiously, dragging a transparent silk thread with his ten fingers, which was sharper than a sword, and attacked Zhang Zhiwei.

"boom--!"

Like thunder from the sky and fire from the earth, golden lights rushed up, condensed into ropes, and collided with the demon's killing move.

"call out!"

The afterimage disappeared, and when it reappeared, Zhang Zhiwei attacked the demon's right side. The lightning in his hand became brighter and brighter, and emitted a sharp, piercing vibration.

The demon was so frightened that his hands and feet went numb. He tried to fight back, concentrating all his energy on protecting his chest.

"boom!!!"

At the same time, the old woodcarver not far away seized the opportunity to divert the attack and made his best effort. The Qi snakes stained with the blue venom attacked the two of them frantically.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Faced with the threat to his life, the demon risked everything, gritted his teeth and pushed himself to the limit, the power and speed of the silk thread's slashing suddenly doubled.

Dozens of Qi snakes came a little closer and were instantly cut by a tiny strike, then exploded.

Even though Zhang Zhiwei's body was protected by golden light, he was still hit and caused violent ripples.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

His eyes were calm and his face was arrogant. He took another step forward, raised his right hand which was surrounded by lightning, and struck at the demon's vital point as fast as an arrow.

"Oh!"

It was a perfect blow, hitting the heart right. Even though the Qi ball was blocking it and the silk thread was defending, the huge electric current still penetrated the monster's body, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

In addition, the astonishing force caused a severe dent in the chest, almost creating a hole.

“Pfft…”

The demon's ribs were broken, his internal organs were shattered, his pupils constricted, blood spurted from the corners of his mouth, and his body, which had lost consciousness, fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and looked sideways at the only remaining and strongest Quan Xing Grandmaster. In terms of strength alone, all his past opponents pale in comparison to him.

The Qi snakes gradually surrounded them, and their numbers were still increasing. Zhang Zhiwei, who stood still, was not afraid at all. He frowned slightly and said jokingly:
"Old man, are you so sharp?"

"boom--!"

The old wooden sculpture said nothing, but responded to Zhang Zhiwei's provocation with the most fierce attack.

The two sides fought fiercely, the golden light shone brightly, and they were majestic and inviolable. No matter how the Qi snake entangled and bit them, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

The sounds of fists and feet colliding, and the roar of thunder were continuous. The two afterimages caused rocks to fly and the soil to shatter.

After only a dozen rounds, the wood carving master was covered in bruises, his chest heaving violently, his arms twitching, his tendons and bones close to breaking, he was gasping for breath, and every breath was extremely difficult.

"boom!"

Zhang Zhiwei, who was full of blood and energy, became more and more courageous as the battle went on. He chased after him, gathering strength in his right hand, with golden light attached, and blasted out with a domineering palm.

The old man had no way to avoid it, and raised his hands to block it angrily, but his hands were hit and the entire skeleton in his chest was shattered.

The old body could not withstand the force and crashed into a rock wall with a protruding corner. Its already shattered internal organs were pierced again.

The old man's fierce eyes began to dim gradually, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, suddenly extinguished.

At this point, the four fleeing Quanxing masters were all killed by Zhang Zhiwei with his bare hands.

The Taoist robe was blown up by the mountain breeze, looking elegant and free, without even a trace of blood. The whole process took less than half a minute.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the dilapidated mountain steps in the distance. The dense thunder gradually disappeared between heaven and earth, but the thunderclouds covering the sky were still hanging on the dome and continued to gather momentum.

He fell into thought, stopped where he was, and turned away after a moment.

A golden stream of light swept across the barren mountain, passing low in the sky and falling into the forest in an instant. "Master, are you okay?"

Wu Gensheng saw that Old Man Duan beside him had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, so he hurried forward to support him.

"It's fine, just my old bones are a little stiff."

Old Man Duan wiped the blood and politely declined Wu Gensheng's help.

He walked to the abandoned temple and grabbed the old door frame;

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, his complexion gradually recovered, and the golden light of the yellow talisman hanging from his left hand faded, and the red writing turned darker.

Li Muxuan curled up in the corner, his eyes dull, as if he had lost his soul. He paid no attention to the two people who returned, and was completely obsessed with his inner demons.

"Master, let me take care of this kid, you do your thing."

Wu Gensheng's clothes were tattered, with many holes and cracks showing signs of burning. He walked into the deserted temple a little tiredly and pleaded:

"Then please don't torture him. If you can, try to enlighten him. Anyway, at this point, I don't expect him to shoulder the responsibility with me."

"If it doesn't work, I'll trouble you to knock him out and throw him on that broken island for the rest of his life."

Hearing this, Old Man Duan couldn't help but laugh and sigh: "I am two or three years older than him, so I won't take advantage of him and bully him."

"Besides, Old Wang and I are old friends. Since he can't control this naughty kid, let me try."

"Okay." Wu Gensheng lowered his eyes. His face, which used to be calm and casual, now had a worry cloud on his brow.

Afterwards, he sat on the ground, breathing softly. His complicated thoughts receded like the tide, and the light and shadows around him gradually faded away, and everything became quiet.

In the crystal white dream world, Wu Gensheng had a dejected look on his face, wearing patched clothes, staring blankly at the old woman in front of him.

"Master, I have passed on your words to everyone."

Mrs. Liu spoke respectfully, with a sincere attitude and a kind face.

"Is that so?" Wu Gensheng's eyes were slightly touched, and he said, "I have done what I can do. It's up to them whether they listen or not."

"The disaster you and the evil boy caused has implicated many of our disciples, causing heavy casualties, and has already displeased some of the old guys."

An old voice was describing the situation inside the sect. Even without saying it directly, Wu Gensheng could guess what the elders thought.

"That's it. I'll take responsibility for my mess."

Mrs. Liu nodded and advised, "Have you really thought it through?"

"Well, I'm going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter." Wu Gensheng's bright and restrained eyes were as quiet as a deep lake.

Granny Liu smiled bitterly and stopped trying to stop her: "Since you have thought it through, come to my place sometime."

"Is that evil boy going?"

"I don't know. He is suffering from a mental disorder right now. It's hard to say whether he can get out of it. Master Duan is trying to help him."

Wu Gensheng spoke in a calm tone, without any impatience or complaints. Even though he had fallen into such an embarrassing situation, he never regretted helping Li Muxuan to cross the mountains.

"Okay, then I have made up my mind." Mrs. Liu did not say much.

Both were silent.

After a long while, Wu Gensheng seemed to remember something, and his dishevelled face finally showed some spirit. He hesitated and said softly:
"Kid, how are you doing lately?"

"very good."

Granny Liu murmured like an elder doting on her younger generation, "I had a great time, made new friends, and became interested in everything in my hometown."

"She would also ask me why you haven't written to me recently, and would often ask me about your situation in the outside world."

"Okay." Wu Gensheng's eyes became gentle and he smiled with relief.

"Used to it."

"Then I'll ask you to look after the child again. Please keep my affairs a secret."

(End of this chapter)