Chaos Spirit Field

Tantai Mieming had intended to quietly join the crowd, but he hadn't expected to be discovered. Caught off guard, he was caught off guard, too. Although he wasn't stained with feces, he was still overwhelmed by the stench. He had no choice but to reveal himself and emerge from the shadows, watching Xiao Hei's receding figure. He didn't even have the chance to call out to Zhao Shanhe.

The Third Elder saw Tan Tai Mieming and said with dissatisfaction: "Tan Tai Mieming, you must not reveal a single word about what happened today, otherwise I will never let you go!"

Tan Tai Mieming said in a gentle tone, "Wanru, let me help you clean up. Zhao Shanhe has really gone too far. The next time I see him, I will definitely teach him a lesson and help you vent your anger."

If Zhao Shanhe heard the two people calling each other so intimately at this time, he would probably start to imagine the relationship between them.

The Third Elder continued, "Tantai Mieming, if you really want to help me vent my anger, then immediately issue a wanted order for the entire sect and bring Zhao Shanhe back. I want him to soak in a cesspool for three days."

Tan Tai Mieming consoled her, "Wan Ru, Zhao Shanhe didn't do anything wrong, so there's no need to put him on the wanted list. That kid is too shameless, he actually dared to throw filth at his elders. If you see him, don't give me face, teach him a lesson!"

The Third Elder didn't want to bother with Tan Tai Mieming. He was so shameless. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she had to beat him. She hadn't expected Zhao Shanhe to grow to this point in just a few years. Suddenly, she felt a chill all over her body. She looked down and saw that her clothes had been taken off without her knowing when. She said angrily, "Tan Tai Mieming, what are you doing?"

"Wanru, how can I help you take a bath if you don't take off your clothes? Don't be so angry. I'll help you cool down."

"You old bastard, don't..."

Many words are omitted here, as the description is too detailed and easily censored, so please use your imagination to fill in the blanks. It is rumored that Tan Tai Mieming's position as the head of the sect was not legitimate, but it seems that this rumor is not necessarily true.

Zhao Shanhe was like a frightened bird, filled with panic and anxiety. He constantly urged Xiao Hei beneath him to speed up, not daring to stop for a moment. He was not afraid of the Third Elder. Although he could not defeat him, at least he could easily escape. The threat posed by the person hiding in the shadows was too great. Who would have thought it was the Sixth Elder, Tan Tai Mieming?

Xiao Hei didn't know how long he had been flying when Yang Hui suddenly said, "Brother, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I want to go to the bathroom."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe quickly stopped and carefully looked behind him, but found no signs of pursuers. It turned out to be just a false alarm. So, he decided to let Xiao Hei land in a nearby forest for a while to rest. After all, Yang Hui was just an ordinary mortal, and after such a bumpy and tiring journey, he was already a little overwhelmed.

The night was deep, and all was silent. Zhao Shanhe quietly gazed at Yang Hui, who clung to him in his arms. She sometimes frowned, sometimes looked terrified, as if struggling with a nightmare. Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Yang Hui's life story was tragic. Because she was diagnosed with a divine root, her entire family was brutally slaughtered. She herself was like a helpless lamb, silently awaiting her fate. Zhao Shanhe felt no guilt for slaughtering the Ouyang family. He felt that such a family didn't deserve to exist.

"No, no."

Yang Hui woke up from his dream, sweating profusely. Zhao Shanhe comforted him softly, "Yang Hui, don't be afraid. I will always protect you."

Zhao Shanhe's comfort seemed to have worked, and Yang Hui's face gradually regained some color. She said, "Brother, I want to practice."

This simple request put Zhao Shanhe in a difficult position. The Five Elements Art was not suitable for Yang Hui, who possessed a natural spiritual root. Returning to the sect now would be like walking into a tiger's mouth. He thought for a moment and said, "Yang Hui, the technique I practice is not suitable for you. I'll buy you a set tomorrow when I get to the Blackwater Market."

"Brother, you are so nice. I don't feel well. Can you help me take a bath?" Yang Hui said cunningly, and Zhao Shanhe agreed without thinking much.

After Tantai Mieming finished his business with the Third Elder and returned to the sect, he brought up Zhao Shanhe's story. With the Third Elder's lineage now silent, what else could the other sect leaders say? If it weren't for the involvement of two direct disciples, who would want to wade into this mess? Remember, Zhao Shanhe also had an impressive godfather—Zhao Xuanji, the Third Protector of the East Continent Alliance.

Ouyang Bufan had never imagined that his entire family would be slaughtered, and the sect hadn't even issued a verbal warning to the instigator, Zhao Shanhe. Unwilling to accept this, he approached Ouyang Shaogong, intending to have two of his true disciples put pressure on the sect. He arrogantly declared, "Ouyang Shaogong, go back and tell your master to severely punish Zhao Shanhe."

Hearing this, Ouyang Shaogong sneered: "Who do you think you are? Are you going to teach me how to do things?"

Ouyang Bufan scolded, "Ouyang Shaogong, don't forget that you are also a member of the Ouyang family. Shouldn't you seek justice for those members of the family?"

"I don't give a damn about those people's lives. Since we share the same father, I'm giving you a piece of advice: keep a low profile. You're no longer a genius and have no value at all. Be careful not to be abandoned. You acted rashly without even understanding Zhao Shanhe's strength. You've killed everyone in the family. This world is ruled by strength, and conspiracies and tricks will never stand up to scrutiny."

After Ouyang Shaogong finished speaking, he left. Ouyang Bufan fell into panic and planned to seek help from his master.

When Tan Tai Yu Long saw Ouyang Bufan approaching, he said, "Disciple, your family's affairs end here. The hatred for your father's murder is irreconcilable. If you want revenge, the sect will not stop you, nor will it provide you with any assistance. Immortal Master is not allowed to interfere in worldly affairs. This is the sect's order."

Ouyang Bufan asked unconvincedly, "Master, why did Zhao Shanhe not receive any punishment for slaughtering my Ouyang clan?"

Tan Tai Yulong said coldly, "The Ouyang family plotted against Zhao Shanhe's relatives first, so they deserved to die. If you were involved, it's best not to leave the sect, otherwise, I won't be able to protect you. Luo Tianshuang is breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, so you'd better not humiliate yourself."

Ouyang Bufan discovered that his master could see through his inner thoughts. He said anxiously, "Master, I know I was wrong."

"Fool, there is no right or wrong in the world of immortal cultivation. There is only the survival of the fittest. If you fall behind, you will be beaten. It's time for you to calm down."

Ouyang Bufan returned to his residence in a daze. He had been a favored child since childhood and was the focus wherever he went. Now he was beaten to a pulp by a country boy with mixed spiritual roots. How could he be willing to accept this?

At this moment, a dark aura appeared on Ouyang Bufan's face, and the spiritual energy in his body rushed through his meridians like a wild horse. If he still had natural spiritual roots, there would be no risk of going astray. However, under Ouyang Shaogong's calculations, he had become a dual spiritual root. Coupled with the special constitution of the Ouyang family, his spiritual power was completely dissipated, and he became a useless person.

When Tan Tai Yu Long saw Ouyang Bufan hanging on a tree and swinging, he couldn't help but sigh. A fireball helped him to be liberated, which was worth the relationship between master and disciple.