After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The disciples of the Life Tablet Hall who were chasing after them did not dare to fly their swords straight to the main hall door like the Flower Sword Hall did. They could only collect their magic swords at the foot of the main mountain according to the rules and run for their lives.

When the disciples along the way saw his appearance, they all wondered about the person in the Fate Hall. Has something happened to him again?

Think about the head of Huajiantang, Hua Zhubu, whose name is Hanshuang. In terms of his cultivation, he has to be respectfully called Hanshuang Immortal Lord both inside and outside.

He is also the only junior brother of the current sect leader Ling Fengxianjun. He was originally in charge of more than a dozen mountains and is the youngest peak master of the Zichen Sword Sect.

He was once a popular candidate for master that many new disciples yearned for.

But for some reason, since five hundred years ago, this Frost Immortal King not only failed to continue to display his amazing talents and bring honor to his school like his senior brothers and sisters, but was demoted twice in a row.

Although he is still called the Frost Immortal Lord in the sect, it is really awkward no matter how you look at it that he has to settle for the position of the chief clerk of the Fate Tablet Hall.

Fortunately, after being demoted repeatedly, the Frost Immortal King has become more low-key.

As time went by, the new disciples no longer knew the secrets and only felt that the chief clerk of the Hall of Fate Tablets seemed to be particularly respected by the disciples.

Occasionally, a few young disciples who had not yet become his disciples would receive his guidance by chance, and their cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds, and they would suddenly come into everyone's sight.

The name of the Frost Immortal Lord spread among the younger disciples...

"Immortal Lord! Immortal Lord, wake up!" The disciples of the Fate Tablet Hall who came after him saw that their chief clerk still had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he was lying alone on the cold floor tiles of the meeting hall.

He quickly helped him up and stuffed pills into his mouth like they were free, one, two... until six...

"Alright! If you keep stuffing it in, your Frost Immortal Lord will choke you to death!"

"Help him sit down, and I'll help him with my magical powers."

After hearing the gossip from fellow apprentices: Master had clashed with Uncle Hua again, Ling Feng Immortal Lord's direct disciple Jiuhua arrived a step too late and was able to prevent the Life Tablet Hall's chief clerk from choking to death.

As the only direct disciple of Immortal Lord Ling Feng, Jiuhua is the best in his generation in terms of skills and cultivation.

Ever since his fateful calamity was averted, his cultivation level has skyrocketed, and the entire sect has tacitly agreed that he will be the next leader.

Therefore, the disciples of the Life Hall obeyed his words almost unconditionally, and watched him adjust the luck of the Flower Sword Hall with eager eyes.

"Hmm...?" Hua Jiantang was originally confused due to anger, but he woke up after Jiuhua's guidance for a while.

"Uncle Hua! You know our master's temper. We've been fine for hundreds of years, why are they arguing again? And he even got so angry that he vomited blood?"

Although Hua Jiantang is willing to give guidance to the younger generations who are qualified, willing to endure hardships, and diligent and studious, he is a recognized good elder in the sect.

But he did not accept any disciples, which was even more extreme than the headmaster Ling Fengxianjun who only had one direct disciple.

Because of this, when Ling Feng was out and had no time to take care of him, Jiuhua was taught at Huajiantang.

Although they are called uncle and nephew, in Jiuhua's heart Hua Jiantang is no different from his second master. Naturally, he does not want to see him having unpleasantness with his own master.

"Jiuhua, where is your master?" Hua Jiantang grabbed Jiuhua's sleeve and spoke urgently. The blood in his mouth flowed down from the corners of his mouth again.

Jiuhua hurriedly took a handkerchief and wiped him clean: "When we arrived, Master was no longer in the meeting hall. What on earth are you two doing here?"

"It's been hundreds of years, can't we reconcile?"

Normally, at such times, Hua Jian Tang would just laugh it off.

This time, tears of blood streamed from his eyes: "You don't understand."

"He's gone... The brotherhood between your master and I... may have ended here."

Hua Jiantang struggled to stand up, casting complicated spells one after another.

He completely changed his previous image of being gloomy and low-key. The disciples of Mingpai Hall and Jiuhua discovered for the first time that Huajiantang was actually more outstanding than his head teacher brother Lingfengxianjun.

He now stood there, holding a sword, surrounded by six layers of sword energy, and a faint sense of pressure emanated from him...

If Hua Jiantang is said to be the headmaster, there would not be the slightest sense of incongruity.

"Jiuhua, I'm going to take him away."

"I may not come back this time, so take good care of your master."

"Probably... it will get better over time." After saying that, he left Jiuhua who was still confused and the disciples of the Mingpai Hall who were even more at a loss, and disappeared on the spot with a spell.

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The light from the torch made Ling Feng's already red eyes even more terrifying. He frantically shook the lifeless and dilapidated body of the prisoner.

He murmured, "Impossible..."

"Ice-clear Immortal Vein!"

"Why is it useless?"

"Where did the Ice-Clear Immortal Vein that you extracted from me go?!" Ling Feng desperately continued to input magic power into the heart of the corpse, trying to activate the legendary immortal vein.

Pull the person he has loved and hated for five hundred years back from the gates of hell.

But even though his immortal power was about to be exhausted by half, the prisoner's broken body was filled to the point that every tiny hole was leaking out pure and cold immortal power.

Even the gloomy prison cell became brighter.

"That's enough. Give him to me."

"I'm taking him away." Hua Jiantang's voice suddenly appeared without any extra emotion.

"You!" Ling Feng then realized that his junior brother had been standing in the corner of the cell at some point, and he didn't know how long he had been watching.

He laughed wildly and said, "You did a good job this time, you are awesome!"

"I promised you to take him out to recuperate. Don't you want his immortal bones to regenerate?"

"Come on! Wake him up right here for me, and I promise to let you get him out!"

Hua Jiantang just stared at his somewhat crazy senior brother and sighed inaudibly: "Okay. Then give me the master first." Then he walked towards the two of them step by step.

"Stop!" Ling Feng suddenly shouted, "Just cast the spell right there."

Ling Feng didn't mind at all that the corpse half leaning on him was soaked in dirty water, which was making his immortal robe dirty bit by bit. Instead, he held on to it even tighter.

"Li Fuyi, why bother?"

"What did you say?" Ling Feng hadn't heard anyone call him by this name for a long time. At that moment, his eyes were full of confusion.

I don’t understand why Hua Jiantang didn’t rush to save people after his plan finally succeeded?

Instead, he called out his own name.

"Ling Feng was originally the title of our master, but you liked him so much that I gave it to you. Has it been too long since anyone called you Li Fuyi?" Hua Jiantang thought that this might be the last time they would talk to each other, so he didn't hide it anymore.

"You are indeed the master's calamity. Since the master has already made you successful in response to the calamity... just let him go." The moment the words fell, two streams of immortal power simultaneously penetrated into the body of Immortal Lord Ling Feng, and Ling Feng was instantly unable to move.

He could only watch as Hua Jiantang took out a large cloak and put it on the corpse leaning against him, then carefully carried the corpse to his feet.

"Stop! Where are you taking him?" Ling Feng was satisfied to see Hua Jiantang finally stop, and was about to say something to keep the two of them.

Hua Jiantang then said something that didn't make sense: "Brother, do you remember? I said I would take care of Master until his death."

"I'm just fulfilling my promise. You can't stop me."

"Master has a message for you: now that things are done, we are leaving. The past cannot be retrieved. Please take care of yourself."

After saying this, he casually recited a spell, and only the immortal master was left in the small cell, who was immobilized. He looked in disbelief at the direction where the two people disappeared.