Chapter 98: Great Lingzong Wang! The Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation

A faint, cold fragrance stirs a clear breeze; a wisp of wandering soul startles the gut-wrenching pain.

Inside the small courtyard, a sudden silence fell, as still as stagnant water.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Xuanqing collapsed straight down, his breath as thin as a gossamer thread, nearly severed.

No one had expected that Wang Xuanqing, with such aggressive momentum and Daoist arts shining like a candle—to the point that even Xiong Ba had nearly stumbled against him—would be reduced to a soul-lost state in a single move before this unfamiliar young man.

"He has become stronger again?" Xiong Qianqiu's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan.

How much time had passed since the Xiong Village incident? The Zhang Fan of today seemed different from that day.

She hadn't even seen clearly what had just happened, or how Zhang Fan had made his move.

"You... you injured his soul-aspect?"

Wang Xuanfei leaned down to check, her face losing its color, her beautiful features instantly covered in a layer of frost.

In Daoist duels, the greatest taboo is injuring the soul-aspect; the light consequence is mental derangement, while the heavy consequence is becoming a vegetable, or even losing one's life.

She had not expected that this young man, who had been obscure and unremarkable before entering the door, would be so unbridled, ruthless, and lawless the moment he struck.

"You actually dared..." Wang Xuanfei gritted her teeth, her cold, sharp gaze sweeping over Xiong Ba and Xiong Qianqiu.

Since they had brought the person, this debt would naturally be counted against the Xiong family.

"Enough."

Just at this moment, Wang Xuansha spoke.

"Third Brother..." Wang Xuanfei wanted to continue, but was interrupted by the former raising his hand.

"In a duel of arts, he has nothing to say since his skills were inferior. Under the Patriarch's seat, he still dared to draw a gun; even if he died, he has no one to blame."

Wang Xuansha looked at Wang Xuanqing lying on the ground, his voice cold and indifferent.

"Third Brother..."

Wang Xuanfei was stunned for a moment, simply unable to believe her ears.

"Shut up."

Wang Xuansha glared fiercely, then cupped his hands and said, "Qianqiu, let's end it here for today. Walk well, I won't see you out."

As he spoke, Wang Xuansha didn't wait for Xiong Qianqiu to react, his indifferent gaze falling upon Xiong Ba.

"Xiong Ba... I have remembered you."

"Farewell."

Seeing that things had reached this point, Xiong Qianqiu could only rise and leave.

"Fellow Daoist."

Just as the group reached the doorway, Wang Xuansha's voice came again.

Zhang Fan turned to look, seeing the other party staring straight at him.

"I have yet to ask for your honorable name, Fellow Daoist."

"Zhang Fan!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan turned and stepped out of the small courtyard's gate.

"Zhang Fan..." Wang Xuansha looked at the empty doorway, his gaze narrowing into a line, chewing on Zhang Fan's name.

"Third Brother, how big of a matter is this? Are we just going to let it go like this? That person is clearly not from the Xiong family... what are you afraid of?" Wang Xuanfei finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Stupid... can't you see it?"

Wang Xuansha gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Wang Xuanqing.

If he hadn't seen wrong just now, in that fleeting moment, Wang Xuanqing had used some unknown method to nearly forcibly restrain Zhang Fan's soul-aspect.

"Restraining the Spirit... that is a method of the 【Wu Wei Sect】."

Thinking of this, Wang Xuansha's face became even uglier. If this matter were investigated deeply, it would bring great disaster to their Wang family. He was already too late to smooth things over; how could he dare to make a scene?

"This idiot, actually daring to be so ostentatious? Is his brain filled with mercury?"

Wang Xuansha thought, breaking into a cold sweat. He hadn't expected Wang Xuanqing to be so arrogant and brainless to this extent; it was simply courting death. One had to know that if he showed even a slight flaw in this technique, it would be a fatal disaster, and would even implicate the Wang family.

"Third Brother... Third Brother..."

Just then, Wang Xuanfei's voice came, pulling Wang Xuansha's thoughts back.

"Do you know who this kid has been hanging out with lately?" Wang Xuansha asked in a low voice.

"I'm not very clear about his circle..." Wang Xuanfei shook her head: "You also know, in the family, he is closest to Xuanmiao."

"Wang Xuanmiao!?" Wang Xuansha's brows lifted, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Third Brother, are we really just going to let this go?" Wang Xuanfei couldn't help but ask.

"End it here. Don't go out and talk nonsense, and don't go looking for trouble with the Xiong family or that Zhang Fan on your own."

Wang Xuansha warned solemnly: "Otherwise, if I find out, I will break your legs."

"I understand."

Wang Xuanfei's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her face filled with confusion, but she still nodded.

"I hope that person wasn't alerted."

Wang Xuansha looked at the empty doorway, but Zhang Fan's name appeared in his mind.

"It's time, let's eat."

Just after leaving the Wang family's courtyard, Zhang Fan suggested.

"Eat what?" Xiong Ba asked casually.

"Pork trotter rice, I suppose." Zhang Fan proposed.

Longjiang pork trotter rice, eating the romance of a man.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just at this moment, Xiong Qianqiu suddenly stopped her steps and called out.

"What?" Zhang Fan turned back to ask.

"Nothing." Xiong Qianqiu shook her head and walked silently in front.

She wanted to ask Zhang Fan what had happened just now, but the moment the thought arose, she clearly felt a strong pressure coming from Zhang Fan's soul-aspect, permeated with a heavy, warning scent, fierce and unusual, domineering and extraordinary, simply like two different people compared to Zhang Fan's temperament.

At this moment, Xiong Qianqiu naturally didn't dare to say a single word.

Evening, Hongfu Huayuan.

There were no lights on in the room; it was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight spilling in through the window.

On the table sat a bottle of sleeping pills. Beside it, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, transmitting a wonderful frequency with every breath.

Under the ceiling, a figure identical to Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in mid-air, like his projection, his whole body glowing with a faint light, as if draped in moonlight.

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect became even more mysterious and unfathomable after devouring the Fierce God.

Hum...

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect formed seals with both hands, and a hazy phantom slowly rose, as if smoke and clouds were gathering, actually transforming into the figure of Wang Xuanqing.

"You... who exactly are you?" Wang Xuanqing's soul-aspect fragment trembled, filled with fearful emotions.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance and madness of the daytime; in his eyes, there was only trembling.

"You... you also know how to Restrain the Spirit!?"

Seeing Zhang Fan not responding, Wang Xuanqing asked tremblingly.

In the duel during the day, he had been pressed into a dilemma of life and death by Zhang Fan's soul-aspect, and finally, he was captured by the other party using the Spirit-Restraining method, this wisp of soul-aspect fragment; the strength of the method was more than a hundred times greater than his own.

"You and I are people of the same path, where did you learn your Spirit-Restraining method?" Wang Xuanqing asked tremblingly, trying to get close.

"Who is a person of the same path as you?" Zhang Fan's soul-aspect spoke indifferently.

"My method doesn't know where it came from, but I want to know now, where did you learn your Spirit-Restraining method?"

"This..." Wang Xuanqing hesitated slightly, then said: "If I tell you, can you let me go?"

He knew that he was the fish on the chopping block; in the current situation, he didn't have many bargaining chips, and only by obediently submitting could he save his life.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood." Zhang Fan's soul-aspect said.

"What?" Wang Xuanqing's soul-aspect revealed a look of confusion.

"I didn't intend to ask you."

"Then how come..."

Boom, rumble...

Just at this moment, a terrifying fluctuation suddenly rose from within Zhang Fan's soul-aspect.

"You... you..."

Following that, Wang Xuanqing's terrifying scream suddenly rang out. The next moment, a strange chewing sound came faintly, gradually subsiding into the faint moonlight night.

... Late night.

Yujing City, Mount Fang.

Wang family.

In the cold room, Wang Xuanqing lay horizontally on the bed, with a candle placed at his head and feet. The ignited firelight shivered and trembled, weak and nearly extinguished.

At this time, a woman with a hot figure, wearing ultra-short denim shorts, stood in front of the bed. Her earlobes were hung with silver bell-like earrings.

"Power can make people become strong, and it can also make people become stupid."

"He had said that this kind of power cannot see the light, yet you actually dared to use it recklessly."

Wang Xuanmiao looked down at the dying Wang Xuanqing, unable to help but shake her head.

"Can such a state of mind also cultivate the Dao? If you don't die, then who should die?"

As she spoke, Wang Xuanmiao's slender, white, and tender palm gently covered Wang Xuanqing's forehead. The next moment, the two candles at the head and feet extinguished simultaneously, and the latter completely lost his breath.

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From beginning to end, there was no expression on Wang Xuanmiao's beautiful face. She looked indifferently at Wang Xuanqing, who no longer had any breath, and then exited the room.

"You killed him?"

Outside the room door, Wang Xuansha stood with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"I just sent him on his final journey. Keeping such a living dead person is only painful." Wang Xuanmiao said lightly.

"You were very close to him. Who have you both been in contact with recently?"

"Third Brother, what are you talking about?" Wang Xuanmiao remained calm, just smiling slightly, appearing harmless to humans and animals: "I'm not familiar with him."

"Sending him on his way was also Father's intention."

"If you want people not to know, you must not do it yourself." Wang Xuansha said in a condensed voice: "You had better be well-behaved."

"I don't understand what Third Brother means by this."

Wang Xuanmiao walked past Wang Xuansha's side, a provocative look rising in her beautiful eyes: "If Third Brother can't stand me, you can make a move to teach me a lesson; Little Sister will just take it."

At this point, Wang Xuanmiao paused slightly, then chuckled: "If Third Brother doesn't want to make a move, then Little Sister will go first."

As she spoke, Wang Xuanmiao turned and left, her slow footsteps echoing in the deep corridor.

At this time, deep in the Wang family mansion.

Inside a sealed, quiet room, a pungent medicinal scent filled every corner of the room.

Inside a huge glass container, filled with emerald-green liquid, bubbling, at the bottom were deposited many craggy white bones; it was impossible to tell what kind of animal they were.

A broken body floated in the emerald-green liquid.

That was a man; his lower body was long gone, and a small part of his lower abdomen was also missing. His arms were left with only the left arm, and dark, gloomy air currents, like venom, ravaged and squirmed at the missing parts.

Such a person could no longer be counted as a human. If it were an ordinary person, they would have died long ago.

"You've come again."

Just at this moment, a figure stood in front of the glass container, and the broken body inside made a hoarse sound.

"I've come to see you."

The middle-aged man with a majestic face stared at the glass container filled with emerald-green liquid and said in a low voice.

"You are now the noble Master of the Wang family; you wouldn't easily come to see me."

The hoarse voice sounded again, permeated with a trace of mockery.

Wang Zhenyu's gaze narrowed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Among the three generations of the Wang family, you were the most talented. If you hadn't stood on the wrong side back then, perhaps you could have been like Xiong Sanqi..."

Wang Zhenhuang, back then in Yujing City, was also a resounding figure, but now, who else remembers his name!?

"Past events, why bring this up? That man could leave me with my life, which shows he was still human..."

"As long as it is a human, there are flaws."

As soon as the words fell, inside the glass container, the only remaining eye of that broken body slowly closed, and his thoughts instantly returned to the years when he first met that man.

That year, he took several clansmen of the Wang family, as well as disciples of the Xiong family, to Xijiang Province together, among whom was Xiong Sanqi.

At that time, Xiong Sanqi was just an obscure, unknown side-branch disciple, a role for carrying bags.

They traveled through provinces, not knowing how many large and small mountains they had crossed, killing demons and ghosts along the way, their Daoist practice improving. He was even the best among them, his limelight unrivaled for a time.

Until one day, this group of people arrived at an unknown small mountain, and after twists and turns, found an ancient, simple Daoist temple.

This place was rarely visited by people, so naturally, there was no incense.

Walking into the Daoist temple, there were only three pillars of clear incense. On the altar, what was worshipped was not the Three Pure Ones or the Jade Emperor, but an unknown clay sculpture, with two faces on its head, formless and imageless, hands forming seals, mixed with the Grand Void.

"What kind of immortal is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

At that time, someone expressed confusion.

"Could it be an illicit sacrifice?"

In ancient times, there were demons causing chaos in the world, falsely using the names of immortals to flourish illicit sacrifices and plunder the incense of mortals.

This Daoist temple was hidden in the mountains, with no people in sight; it was indeed suspicious.

"In this day and age, where are there such demons?" Wang Zhenhuang shook his head.

He came from a great family and had extraordinary knowledge. One had to know that ordinary demons and ghosts could not accept human incense, let alone falsely use the names of immortals.

There is an old saying in the Daoist gate: if one uses the name of an immortal, they are not a person of the mortal world.

Nowadays, the world is at the end of the Dharma, and Pure Yang is already a legend; it is even harder to see such demons.

"That is the Great Lingzong Wang."

Just at this moment, a slow voice came from the corner.

The crowd followed the sound and looked, seeing a young man wearing a Daoist robe with slightly dark skin walking out. He came barefoot, like a wild man in the mountains, with only a pair of eyes glowing with an unusually bright luster.

"Who are you?"

"I am the temple keeper here." The young man scratched his head, as if he had just woken up, and said lightly.

"You also cultivate the Dao?"

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but laugh. They were all from great cultivation families and were born with a sense of superiority. Facing such a wild Daoist in the mountains was like a top-tier student seeing a graduate from a diploma mill.

"Daoist, what kind of immortal is this Great Lingzong Wang? Why have I never heard of it?"

"The Chief of All Spirits, the Ancestor of All Laws!" The young man looked at the clay sculpture and said lightly.

"Hmm!?"

The crowd was slightly startled, all revealing looks of confusion.

"Everyone, entering the door is fate, donate some incense money." The young man spoke, again causing the crowd to laugh.

"You can't cheat money by making a fake god in this place."

"Daoist, what is your name?"

Just at this moment, in the crowd, Xiong Sanqi, who had always been silent and had no presence, spoke.

"Name!?"

The young man paused slightly, his lips parted, and he spat out four words.

"Great Lingzong Wang!"

Hum...

The light and shadow of the past dissipated, and the broken body in the glass container slowly opened its eyes.

"You came to find me, not for idle chatter, right."

"The Wu Wei Sect has risen from the ashes. Among the disciples of my Wang family, perhaps someone..." Wang Zhenyu hesitated to speak.

"Sinful fate... those lunatics of the Wu Wei Sect really couldn't endure the loneliness."

"Back then, when besieging that man, there were also experts from the Wu Wei Sect... I want to know, what kind of secret about that man did you reveal to the Wu Wei Sect..."

"To make him treat you like this?" Wang Zhenyu said in a low voice.

This was a past event. Back then, this peerless genius of the Wang family had also followed in that man's footsteps, but he betrayed him at the most critical moment, revealing that man's most important secret.

"After so many years, telling you doesn't matter."

Inside the glass container, that broken body gritted its teeth and grinned: "That was a heaven-sized secret, concerning that man's life and death..."

"Ten years ago, he was about to enter the Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation."

"That was the best time to kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, a harsh and crazy laugh rang out from that huge glass container, causing the emerald-green liquid to boil and bubble.

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