Chapter 121

That night,

Western Kunlun, White Camel Mountain Manor,

In a luxurious bedroom, sandalwood incense swirled; on the carved large bed about a zhang long and wide, Ouyang Ke's five female disciples lay naked, their bodies exposed without a stitch.

"Ouyang brother, are you comfortable?"

A faint, echoing voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Who!!!" Ouyang Ke trembled all over and instantly went limp!

He didn't even care about being naked, swiftly pulling his body out, he darted under the bed and shouted warily: "Who's speaking? Come out!"

But no one responded for a long time.

"Huh? Could it be an illusion?" Ouyang Ke murmured.

Seeing the female disciples on the bed looking at him in surprise, he shook his head violently; perhaps from overusing drugs lately, he constantly felt his mind a bit dazed.

Ouyang Ke's heart shuddered; he felt the person before him suddenly turn into his uncle, with a kind expression and especially benevolent.

Just then, a voice as ghostly as a specter sounded again in his ear.

But the spiritual cultivation involved always left him feeling lacking, which is why his effort just now fell short by a basket.

"All out!" Ouyang Ke suddenly barked in a low voice, his face turning somewhat dark.

"Sir… which hero are you?"

"Disciple takes leave!"

With a booming crash, blood spattered; before Ouyang Ke could step over the threshold, he was slammed against the door panel by a huge force.

"Still not good enough?" Niu Dingtian muttered, frowning.

A glint of eerie light flashed in Niu Dingtian's eyes as he spoke alluringly: "Ke'er~ why don't you kneel upon seeing your uncle~"

"Pfft~"

He had just felt his soul leave his body, dazed and confused, his whole body unable to resist his own control, as if after sinking he could never wake again.

Upon hearing the voice, Ouyang Ke's eyes flashed, instantly regaining clarity; he involuntarily stepped back in fear and shouted loudly: "You… you… who are you!!"

"Want to run?" Niu Dingtian chuckled lightly, then flicked his sleeve, a mighty surge of qi instantly condensed and shot straight toward the door.

"Courting death!"

"Bang!"

He then walked toward the bed.

His technique paused, and he couldn't help but step forward foolishly, calling: "Uncle…"

He had already shown mercy with this move; the little poisonous creature still had some use for him, and his Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Great Law also needed a target for demonstration.

Seeing Niu Dingtian at the doorway with a tender, fair face, the very picture of a 'pretty boy', Ouyang Ke was furious.

The Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Great Law was his innovation, inspired by the Soul Transfer Great Law and the Ghost Prison Yin Wind Howl, a newly created secret art of mental control.

This person was indeed Niu Dingtian; the three of them had been strolling, traveling and enjoying scenery, and after more than two months they finally arrived at White Camel Mountain Manor in the Western Regions this afternoon.

Just as Niu Dingtian was murmuring to himself, Ouyang Ke came to his senses, turned his eyes, and seized the chance to dart out of the house.

Immediately, a young man in green robes stood straight at the doorway, his eyes gazing at him with an evil charm.

"Ouyang brother, were you comfortable just now?"

Using the method of the Half-Step Innate Qi Spirit Second Realm, he condensed the voice into a thread, transmitted it in a straight line, and finally delivered it into the listener's ear to achieve a silent sound transmission.

Ouyang Ke felt a chill run down his spine, and after a loud shout, he directly flashed under the bed.

This was precisely a knockoff version of the Soul Transfer Great Law and the Ghost Prison Yin Wind Howl from the Nine Yin Classic, the Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Great Law.

After the few people left, Ouyang Ke's face grew ever darker, and he gritted his teeth, shouting: "Shi! Po! Tian!"

He immediately swung a White Camel Snow Mountain Palm, about to strike sideways at his opponent.

"Is it useful?" Niu Dingtian's eyes brightened slightly as he muttered to himself.

If the Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Great Law could be perfected, controlling the West Poison to deal with the Beggars' Sect and the Shaolin Temple would save him considerable energy.

It could combine his internal breathing technique's strange absorptive ability, almost like soul-seizing and spirit-taking, to maintain long-term mental control over a target; and since he had just caught Ouyang Ke tonight, he decided to test its effect.

Such a strange method, godlike and ghostlike, akin to demons, inevitably made him feel a chill down his spine, horrified to the point of despair.

"Who!!"

He walked to the bedside, still wanting to continue, but after feeling for a while he realized that his nether regions seemed to have lost all response.

Ouyang Ke's soul trembled, his eyes glazed, and he saw himself about to kneel before Niu Dingtian.

The few female disciples dared not hesitate; after giving a salute in soft voices, they helped up the over-favored senior sister, limping out of the house.

Moreover, enemies are better destroyed than reconciled; foes are endless to kill.

What he had just used was the sound-transmission-into-secret technique he had only figured out in the past few days.

Niu Dingtian suddenly gave a ghostly smile and whispered softly: "Ke'er~ I am your uncle~"

This call, like a netherworld ghostly sound, summoned souls and seized spirits, emitting an extraordinarily strange power.

After wiping away a mouthful of blood, Ouyang Ke leaned against the door panel and sat on the ground, forcing a smile: "But do you have business with my uncle? My uncle went out today; he'll be back soon, you might as well…"

"You might as well wait a bit in the manor?"

"Wait?" Niu Dingtian's eyes flickered inexplicably as he stared at Ouyang Ke and chuckled: "Then let's wait."

The smile on Ouyang Ke's face froze; he really hadn't expected there to be someone unafraid of his uncle—could the reputation of 'West Poison' really be useless?

However, Niu Dingtian ignored the other's scheming; to him now, crushing Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Ke was no different from crushing two ants. As for whether to kill them, it depended only on their usefulness.

After slowly stepping forward a few paces, his eyes turned slightly cold and he said softly: "Sect Master, hearing your earlier words, it seems even when you went to bed you were holding a grudge against the Stone Breaking Heaven of my Divine Sect, preparing to take revenge on him?"

Ouyang Ke's face changed drastically, he stared speechless and stammered: "You… you… you… are you Niu Dingtian?"

He had never imagined that the now-famous Niu Dingtian would actually be a delicate-skinned pretty boy; unable to help, he lifted his head for a few glances, yet his eyes still held doubt.

Bang!

Pfft~

But after just glancing at him twice, Niu Dingtian flicked his sleeve, and another surge of mighty qi erupted, directly flinging him onto the door panel.

"Are you asking me? Or am I, the sect leader, asking you?"

Niu Dingtian patted his cuffs and said lightly: "I asked you two questions, you didn't answer a single one, and instead you asked six more—what's going on? Did your wild father give you that courage?"

Cough cough~

After leaning against the door panel again, Ouyang Ke couldn't help but roll his eyes and cough twice.

"How many questions did I ask? Answer them one by one!" Niu Dingtian asked with a piercing gaze.

Ouyang Ke looked devastated, after thinking carefully he slowly lowered his head, with a numb expression he said: "Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable… no… not preparing to take revenge, no, it's not my wild father."

Niu Dingtian expressionlessly stepped forward, his overbearing aura erupting with a boom, he said coldly: "Kneel!"

Ouyang Ke: "……"

……

Half an hour later,

White Camel Mountain Villa, living room.

At this moment, Niu Dingtian had turned the guest into the host, sitting expressionlessly in the upper seat.

But he was clearly displeased, having tormented Ouyang Ke for most of the night, yet still saw no sign of Ouyang Feng returning.

Han Xiao Ying and Miss Huang each held a precious sword, standing on either side, exactly like his personal female guards.

Below,

Ouyang Ke was lowering his head, trembling as he knelt on the ground, beside him lay a huge old turtle, baring its teeth, staring intently.

The torment he'd endured in the bedroom had ended, but he hadn't expected that upon coming to the living room he'd have to start again, and moreover a terrifying old turtle lay beside him.

At this moment, his knees were numb, his mind flashing anxiously: "Uncle, why haven't you come back yet? Why haven't you come back yet?"

After a long while,

The clear tea in the bowl had already been drained.

Niu Dingtian glanced downward and said lightly: "Earlier you yourself said your father would be back soon,

I've also been waiting a while—speak up, where exactly did your father go?"

He glanced again at the old turtle on the ground and said wistfully: "This old comrade of mine hasn't tasted human flesh in many years, and now he's practically drooling."

The old turtle's eyes flashed with ferocity as it immediately stretched out its neck, opened its wide mouth, and with a heh-heh pressed against Ouyang Ke's forehead.

Ouyang Ke's face changed dramatically as he shouted: "Uncle said he was going to a place called Star Sea! Before leaving, he told us he'd be back in these two days!"

"Star Sea?" Niu Dingtian's eyes narrowed as he muttered to himself: "Could it be… Star Sea Lingering Poison?"

Then, as if suddenly remembering, he fixed Ouyang Ke with a burning gaze and said: "I recall you previously used a technique called Six Yang Divine Palm—speak the truth! Where did you learn it?"

Ouyang Ke's expression shifted slightly.

Niu Dingtian's eyes flickered as he threatened: "Don't forget, I have plenty of ways to make you spill the truth,

"but by then your mind will be ruined, hehe~ and I'll have your few female disciples—who knows how many wild men they'll steal right before your eyes."

Ouyang Ke's face kept struggling—whether he stole wild men or not he didn't care, but he was genuinely terrified of that eerie demonic art of the poisonous person.

After struggling for a while, he still honestly said: "That's the palm technique from my cultivation of Six Yang Divine Skill; my uncle constantly urged me to practice Six Yang Divine Skill diligently, and never taught me the Toad Skill."

Six Yang Divine Skill,

Six Yang Divine Palm,

Tianshan Six Yang Palm? Could it be related to the Free and Easy Sect? Niu Dingtian couldn't help but frown, then asked: "Your uncle hasn't practiced it?"

If Six Yang Divine Skill truly is a remarkable cultivation method, given Ouyang Feng's character, he would surely not neglect to practice it.

Upon hearing that, Ouyang Ke's gaze flickered slightly, his expression a bit unnatural.

"Old comrade!" Niu Dingtian called out to the old turtle.

Ouyang Ke shouted urgently: "My uncle was born with five meridians! They don't match the six meridians! He can't cultivate Six Yang Divine Skill!"

"Born with five meridians?" Niu Dingtian murmured, frowning involuntarily.

Could it really be some supreme secret manual? Otherwise, why would Lao Duwu urge his own son to train diligently?

Has he come back?

Just then, Niu Dingtian's powerful perception suddenly sensed that outside the manor, a mighty aura was rapidly rushing toward the interior.

He then laughed and rose, saying: "Just clear up this little misunderstanding, hurry up and get up—don't let your father see and think we, the Sun Moon Divine Sect, are bullying people."

"Rong'er, come with me to greet Mr. Ouyang."

Having said that, he led the way out of the hall.

He genuinely wanted to meet this person who even Yi Deng would have to avoid three leagues—Lao Duwu—and most importantly, setting aside cultivation realms, what he fears least now is dealing with poisons.

"Brother Niu, wait for me!" Miss Huang hurriedly chased after him; just a moment ago she'd been standing here solemnly, and it had nearly suffocated her.

Han Xiao Ying also followed suit, and regarding the nickname "Xidu", she was also very curious; before she might have thought it was just a legend, but now she felt it was different.

Has Uncle come back?

Ouyang Ke instantly spirited up, struggling to rise, then limped hastily after them.

Stepping out of the hall, Niu Dingtian saw a tall, roughly fifty-year-old white-clad old man holding a black snake staff, standing upright in the courtyard.

Upon seeing Niu Dingtian's face, Ouyang Feng's calm eyes suddenly turned sharp as blades, extremely keen.

"Uncle!"

Seeing the person arrive in the courtyard, Ouyang Ke felt wronged welling up, instantly bursting into tears as he lunged forward.

Hmph~

Ouyang Feng gave a cold snort; seeing Ouyang Ke's sorry state, he felt a twinge of pity deep down, but before outsiders he remained a sworn enemy—he couldn't afford to lose face.

"Greetings, Mr. Ouyang!" Niu Dingtian said with a smiling salute.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all, you old thing—you haven't even seen me abuse your son with your own eyes, what do I have to be embarrassed about?

Now that the two are already mortal enemies, but before they tear each other's faces apart, he still doesn't intend to strike directly; the Old Poison is ambitious and ruthless, making him perfect for later use to drive off wolves and swallow tigers, to stir up wind and rain.

As for whether to sacrifice him at next year's sect inauguration, that will depend on whether he himself is looking for death.

Ouyang Feng wore a false smile, gripping his snake staff, and spoke in a resonant voice: "Sect Leader Niu, at such a young age you managed to cripple the Old Beggar—truly a hero among youths; it makes me envy you greatly!"

That comment is interesting—rather than admiring, I feel envious; it seems I had this intention all along.

But if it were anyone else—even the Eastern Heretic or the Southern Emperor—acting so recklessly in his home, he would have likely struck already; that the Niu could cripple Hong Qigong indeed makes him quite wary, so he dares not rashly tear faces.

Niu Dingtian said humbly: "Mr. Ouyang, you overpraise me; speaking of it, it's not embarrassing, but just recently I was ambushed and almost lost my life,"

However, thinking about making this old thing unable to rest peacefully, he felt somewhat pleased, and then smiled and said: "That day I personally killed one, let one escape,"

And I also have a solid lead on another person's identity; as for the whereabouts of the divine calculator Yuan Yinggu, if Mr. Ouyang knows, I, Niu, will naturally not spare my gratitude!"

(End of chapter)