Evil Master and Disciple

The old man held the sword in one hand, pointing it to the sky.

Suddenly, a violent wind blew around, making it difficult for Ye Feng to control his body. The terrifying pressure enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of meters, and Ye Feng felt like he couldn't breathe.

Under the influence of the old man's terrifying power, Ye Feng only felt a palpitation.

He was connected to the Purple and Green Sword by blood, and could feel that the sword was under tremendous pressure at this moment.

Accompanied by a loud explosion, Ye Feng's palpitating feeling disappeared instantly.

The explosion actually came from the hollow spherical guard of the Purple-Green Divine Sword.

The next moment, the dark green light emitted from the purple-green sword in the old man's hand actually turned purple!

Purple light flashed everywhere like lightning. At the same time, purple arcs of electricity appeared on the rusty sword.

Immediately afterwards, mysterious thunders rang out. These thunders all came from the hollow spherical gauntlet, as if there was another world hidden in that small sphere.

The old man looked at the long sword surrounded by purple light and surging electric arcs, and his eyes shone brightly.

With a sword slash, a thick purple electric snake burst out from the sword of the Purple and Green Divine Sword.

The twisted purple electric snake flew straight over a hundred feet and hit a big tree far south of the ancestral temple.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the thousand-year-old tree exploded and turned into dust.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng’s eyes almost popped out!

"This broken sword can really emit purple sword light! So powerful!"

The Ziqing Sword is purple, which is not surprising to Ye Feng.

When he signed the blood pact with the Purple Green Sword, he had already noticed that there was a rich purple light inside the Purple Green Sword.

Ye Fuyou also recognized that this sword was the Purple Lightning and Green Frost, which ranked third among the ten legendary ancient divine weapons.

However, during the practice, Ye Feng did not release any purple sword light, all of it was dark green.

He never expected that this old man not only saw the extraordinary nature of the Purple Green Sword, but also forcibly broke the solid barrier of restriction inside the Purple Green Sword and activated the purple electric light.

But this isn’t right either!

The Purple-Green Divine Sword had clearly signed a blood contract with him. According to Uncle Master Ye Fuyou, the blood-refined magic weapon could only be activated by the owner who had acknowledged his ownership with a drop of blood.

How can this old man urge it?

"No wonder Master Fuyou didn't dare to communicate with me even though we were hundreds of meters apart. This old man is truly... terrifying!"

The old man slowly retracted the magic sword.

As the old man's momentum weakened, the surrounding strong winds slowly died down, and the purple light and electric arcs lingering on the sword quickly converged and dissipated.

Only the thousand-year-old tree, which had been reduced to dust, was still emitting black smoke.

The old man glanced at Ye Feng, who had his mouth wide open.

He said, "Boy, I'm not wrong, this sword is purple."

Ye Feng walked over hesitantly.

Since the old man has seen through the secret of this sword, he should have known that this sword is the legendary Purple Lightning and Blue Frost.

Killing people to steal treasure is a common plot in online novels. Even the protagonists of some novels have done this kind of thing.

He was worried that the old man would become greedy after seeing the treasure and take Zi Dian Qing Shuang for himself, and maybe even kill him to silence him.

He couldn't even withstand a glance from the old man and had no power to resist at all.

Seeing Ye Feng approaching, the old man said, "Tell me honestly, where did you get this sword? Did your master Huang Youdao give it to you?"

Ye Feng quickly shook his head and said, "Old Senior, I really didn't lie to you. Half a month ago, I just reached the Flying Sky Realm. My master didn't have any extra immortal swords, so he asked me to go to the Sword Tomb to find an immortal sword to practice with. He said that he would have the Weapon Refining Hall forge a powerful immortal sword in a while.

This rusty sword is what I found from the sword tomb that day. Senior, is there anything wrong with this sword?

The old man stared at Ye Feng deeply for a while, but couldn't tell that Ye Feng was lying.

He said slowly, "This sword has a great origin. It's a very rare divine weapon of the thunder element. You... best not tell anyone about it. A gentleman is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

As he spoke, the old man handed the Purple-Green Sword to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took it tremblingly.

He was really afraid that the old man would stab him in the neck.

Fortunately, the old man's character was much nobler than Ye Feng thought, and he had no intention of killing people to seize the sword.

Ye Feng took over the Purple-Green Sword smoothly and found that some of the rust on the sword had fallen off.

Ye Feng said: "Old Senior...is this sword very powerful?"

The old man nodded and said, "Thunder-attributed magical weapons are rare in the mortal realm, and this sword is a top-tier thunder-attributed treasure. If this sword were to become ownerless, and the various factions fought for it, I'm afraid it would unleash a bloody storm in the mortal realm, potentially killing tens of thousands of cultivators."

Ye Feng's expression changed slightly.

He only knew that this sword was Purple Lightning and Blue Frost, and it was very powerful.

I didn’t expect it to be so awesome!

Ye Feng asked tentatively: "Old Senior, do you know the origin of this sword? What is its name?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I do know the origin and name of this sword, but I won't tell you, at least not until you've reached a level of cultivation sufficient to protect yourself. Otherwise, it will only bring disaster upon you."

The old man turned around to look for his broom and finally found it among the flowers and plants dozens of meters away.

He walked towards the ancestral temple with a broom in hand, and Ye Feng stood stupidly on the bluestone path and watched.

Suddenly the old man's voice came slowly.

"Get me a beggar's chicken tonight, and I'll teach you how to activate this sword."

"Ah? Okay! Thank you, Senior! I'll go catch the chicken right now, wait for me!"

Ye Feng was ecstatic!

The old man's cultivation is much more powerful than that of his fat master.

He is definitely a hermit.

It seems that my food seduction plan has finally been a complete success!

However, he was still curious about the old man's identity.

He carried the magic sword and plunged into the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng did not catch the pheasant immediately, but kept moving back and forth in the bamboo forest.

After a long time, they were almost at the eastern edge of the bamboo forest.

Ye Feng then shouted in his heart: "Uncle Master! Uncle Master! Uncle Master Fuyou!"

"Stinky boy, I'm here!"

Ye Fuyou, who was already far away from the ancestral hall and had been hiding for several days and dared not show up, finally spoke again.

"Uncle Master, it's so great to hear your voice again! Didn't you just see that? That old senior is so powerful! Who is he?!"

Ye Fuyou said hoarsely, "Don't ask about his identity. Since he is willing to guide you, this is the blessing you have cultivated for eight lifetimes."

"Well, can you tell me, who is better, you or him?"

"My master's master was taught by him, what do you think?"

"Uh? What?"

Ye Feng was stunned.

is it possible?

Ye Fuyou has been imprisoned for more than two hundred years. He should be older than his fat master, at least four hundred years old.

Ye Feng is the 27th generation successor of the Yunhai Sect, Ye Fuyou is the 26th generation, and his master is the 25th generation.

Ye Fuyou’s great master is the twenty-fourth generation.

This old man who guards the temple was Ye Fuyou’s great master.

Doesn’t that mean that the old man guarding the temple is the 23rd generation descendant of the Yunhai clan?

"Stop joking, Uncle Fuyou, don't think I don't know anything. According to what you said, that old senior should be the 23rd generation ancestor of the Yunhai Sect. I am 27 generations old, so there are three generations in between.

The twenty-third generation ancestor, if anyone is still alive, must be at least a thousand years old now. Could it be that he has reached the state of immortality?"

"Maybe higher."

"Uh? What! Higher? Isn't the highest level of cultivation the Heaven's End Realm?"

"The Heaven's End Realm was born in the Immortal Hunting War 2,400 years ago. It is the pinnacle of cultivation in this world, but it is not the pinnacle of cultivators' combat power. You wouldn't understand even if I told you.

Just remember that he's far more powerful than me, your master, and Yun Yi. A few simple moves he can teach you will be enough to last a lifetime. But don't ever mention me to him.

"Why? You know him so well, you must have known each other before." Ye Feng was puzzled.

He now knows that Ye Fuyou has a grudge against the head master.

Could it be that he also has a grudge against this old senior?

"I might show up to meet him later, but definitely not now. Only after all the grudges are resolved will I have the face to face him."

"Forehead……"

Ye Fuyou's answer made Ye Feng stunned again.

He understood that there was no hatred between Ye Fuyou and the old senior, but Ye Fuyou was too embarrassed to see him now.

Ye Fuyou continued, "During this time, you should practice with him. I can't show up. If you want to find me, you have to stay at least a thousand feet away from the ancestral hall. Otherwise, as soon as I open my mouth, he will be able to sense my presence."

"okay, I get it."

It was already dark at this moment, with a bright moon and many stars in the sky.

Ye Feng activated his spiritual power, and the area within a radius of more than ten feet was within his perception.

The old man wanted to eat beggar's chicken, and Ye Feng took a lot of effort and finally caught one.

He walked back humming a little tune, carrying a fat pheasant.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped and turned to look to the side.

A tall figure stood in front of a tomb.

Ye Feng shuddered with fear and shouted, "Who are you? This is the ancestral land of Yunhai. I am the tomb keeper appointed by the headmaster himself. No one is allowed to enter here without my permission!"

The other party did not respond, but turned to look at Ye Feng.

The distance was a bit far and it was dark, so Ye Feng couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

I just felt that the other person was very tall.

He drew out the Purple-Green Sword, holding the sword in one hand and the chicken in the other, and slowly approached.

Although he has never cleaned the ancestral tomb in all these days, as the tomb keeper, he must protect the cemetery from being disturbed by outsiders.

When he got closer, Ye Feng looked shocked.

Under the moonlight, the tall man was wearing a dark green Taoist robe, with a strange face and half white beard and eyebrows.

It turned out to be Master Uncle Yun Yi!

"What? I can't enter here either?" Master Yun Yi said lightly, looking at Ye Feng with a slightly strange look in his eyes.

"Master-master?! Why are you here? Why are you here?"

Ye Feng shuddered and came back to his senses.

He never imagined that on this moonlit night with sparse stars, he would meet the number one leader of the Yunhai Sect in the ancestral cemetery!

Master Yun Yi said slowly, "I came to see an old friend."

Ye Feng put away the Purple-Green Divine Sword and walked behind Master Yun Yi, wanting to see which senior master of the Yunhai Sect was the old friend that the head master was visiting in the evening.

Suddenly, Ye Feng frowned again.

The stone tablet in front of Master Yun Yi was empty, without even a single word on it.

"Why is there a monument without words here?"

Ye Feng was very surprised.

When he was confused, Master Yun Yi spoke again: "Ye Feng, come here."

Ye Feng took a few steps forward and was only half a body length away from Master Yun Yi.

Master Yun Yi said calmly, "Ye Feng, kneel down and kowtow to him three times."

Ye Feng was startled. Seeing the serious expression on Master Uncle's face, although he was extremely confused, he didn't dare to say anything. He put the pheasant in his hand aside, then knelt in front of the inscriptionless monument and kowtowed three times.

Then Ye Feng knelt on the ground and asked, "Master, which ancestor is this... this wordless stele?"

Master Yun Yi said silently, "He was a senior brother who was very kind to your master."

"So it's my uncle, then I have to kowtow a few more times."

Ye Feng knocked on the door six or seven more times.

After knocking, Ye Feng stood up.

He asked with some confusion, "Master, why is there only a blank tombstone erected at the resting place of this master?"

Master Yun Yi's eyes were a little blurry. He glanced at Ye Feng and then said, "He was once the most outstanding figure in our Yunhai Sect. Unfortunately, he went astray, did many wrong things, and violated the sect's rules.

He passed away some time ago and was not qualified to be buried in the ancestral land. Alas, he made great contributions to the Yunhai Sect after all, so he was buried here as an exception. Only an inscriptionless monument can be erected. His merits and demerits will be judged by future generations.

Ye Feng, this person is your elder. He is very lonely and pitiful, and has no successor. You must come to pay homage to him more often in the future, understand?"

"Oh, I see. Now that I know, I will definitely come to visit this uncle's grave and pay my respects to him often in the future."

Master Yun Yi nodded slightly, and his eyes gradually became much gentler.

Master Yun Yi punished Ye Feng to guard the mausoleum not on a whim, but for the owner of this wordless stele.

Ye Feng is his grandson.

He is his last blood descendant in this world.

Master Yun Yi was unable to tell Ye Feng that his grandfather was buried behind the inscriptionless tombstone, so he could only let Ye Feng pay homage to his relative in this way.

Perhaps the spirit of the eldest brother in heaven can rest in peace.