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184: Dark Peng Old Ancestor
🕑 Added 2025-02-21 15:41:27 +0000 UTCYun Wuji stood in the air, hands clasped behind his back, a slight smile on his lips as he watched the chaos below. Although it was morally questionable, and his wives would probably scold him for it, he always felt a strange satisfaction when he scared the living daylights out of people like this.
The reason he chose the Dark Roc Mountain Clan was simple; if he included Ming Peng, they would be the strongest among the Nine Great Sects, and defeating the strongest would make the others submit much more easily. Another reason was that Ming Xiao was quite an interesting character.
He was one of the few smart and flexible people in the entire novel. Even after Yun Che gave him the beating of a lifetime and killed his son, the clan's Grand Elder, and even his ancestor, he still knew how to make the right choice and followed Yun Che's orders to the letter.
So, as long as Yun Wuji gave him a proper beating, he'd have a reliable subordinate who would follow his orders without question. With Ming Xiao's help, he might not even need to visit each sect personally.
A few minutes after Yun Wuji unleashed his aura, he sensed two powerful auras rushing toward him from the mountain range below. Trailing behind them were multiple others, though their strength paled in comparison to the two leading figures.
The first belonged to a 7th Level Divine King, which was Ming Xiao, while the second carried the aura of a 5th Level Divine King, belonging to Ming Ao.
"Greetings, Lord."
Ming Xiao and Ming Ao quickly approached Yun Wuji, both bowing respectfully. Ming Xiao then asked, "May I know what grand occasion has brought you to this humble one's clan?"
Both of them examined the man in front of them cautiously. He looked very young, but that meant little among cultivators. He was probably thousands of years old. Even so, reaching this level of cultivation at his age was still incredibly impressive.
"I've been in the East Territory for a while now and heard plenty about the top Nine Great Sects, so I came to grant you my protection," Yun Wuji said with a warm smile. He looked at Ming Xiao and continued, "And your Dark Roc Mountain Clan is my first target."
"How do you feel? Do you feel honored?" Yun Wuji asked with a grin.
'I need to find a better excuse to plunder resources next time. Wait! I'm not plundering resources, that sounds so despicable! They're offering them to me, so it doesn't count as plundering,' Yun Wuji thought shamelessly while admiring the wonderful expressions on the two men before him. 'Yep, that sounds about right! How could someone like me, the savior of this world, do something as evil as plundering others? I definitely wouldn't do that!'
"Are you that crazy basta... cough I mean the distinguished Lord who offered his services to the Eastern Frost Nation?"
Yun Wuji's words and actions made Ming Xiao's expression change drastically, and he nearly fell from the sky. He exclaimed loudly, but the moment he realized what he had just said, he quickly corrected himself with an awkward smile.
What happened in the Eastern Frost Nation was a major event. Divine Kings were rare, and the death of Fang Zhou was no small matter. Not to mention, everyone in the capital had witnessed the scene firsthand. Naturally, a powerful clan like the Dark Roc Mountain Clan received the news within a few days.
When they learned about this, all the sects and nations in the East Territory quickly labeled Yun Wuji as a "crazy bastard."
"Oh, I didn't expect to become so famous after staying here for just a few months," Yun Wuji said, genuinely surprised.
Weren't these sects supposed to be ignorant and focused solely on cultivation like stubborn old fossils? Since when did they invest in intelligence gathering?
Maintaining his warm smile, he continued, "Since you already know about me, then you must also know what kind of service I provide, right?"
"Of course, if you think you're capable of protecting yourself without my help, you're free to turn down my offer."
Ming Ao, standing behind Ming Xiao, felt his face darken like under the bed. Unable to hold back, he stepped forward and growled at Yun Wuji, "Outrageous! Who do you think you are to threaten my Dark Roc Clan?! I will..."
Pa!
A pitch-black palm suddenly appeared in front of Ming Ao, slapping him mid-sentence and sending him flying.
Bang!
Ming Ao's figure was launched hundreds of kilometers like a projectile, crashing into a mountain peak. The impact shattered the peak, sending giant rocks tumbling and a massive cloud of dust rising into the sky, obscuring the view. When the dust finally settled, Ming Xiao and the elders saw the horrifying sight of Ming Ao's twisted figure impaled into the ground.
Their eyes shrank to the pin size, and all the elders trembled like leaves in the wind, paralyzed by fear. Ming Ao, one of the two Divine Kings in the entire clan, had been one-shot! And they hadn't even seen how it happened!
"How is it? Do you share the same opinion as your Grand Elder?" Yun Wuji's face showed no emotion after slapping a Divine King into oblivion. He glanced at Ming Xiao with the same warm smile, but in Ming Xiao's eyes, that smile turned more terrifying. A chill ran down his spine.
Honestly, Yun Wuji couldn't understand why someone who had lived for tens of thousands of years and held such a high position would be so hot-blooded and proud. They all acted like young men who hadn't yet been slapped by society.
People in their standing should have great strength, and political power, and be versed in all kinds of schemes to deal with external and internal troubles in their clans. But look at this guy, the first thing he did after meeting a formidable enemy was recklessly provoke him.
Fortunately for him, he met Yun Wuji, who gave him the slap society should've given him long ago.
Ming Xiao didn't dare even glance at Ming Ao, much less help him. He bowed deeply, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Lord Jiao! Please don't misunderstand. It's just that Grand Elder Ming Ao has a bad temper and a slow mind. He misunderstood your grace and said such unsightly things. We are more than honored to accept your services!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but curse Ming Ao in his mind. He already saw how powerful this terrifying man was, yet Ming Ao still tried to provoke him. Did he want to bury their entire clan along with him?
"Good! It's easy to talk to smart people like you," Yun Wuji nodded in satisfaction and gave his orders. "Since you're sensible, I won't make things difficult for you. I only want..."
Before Yun Wuji could finish his words, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him. The shadow emerged abruptly, unnoticed by anyone. It thrust its hands forward, so fast and with a dark green wind blade shooting from them. The moment it left its hands, the wind blade grew in size, expanding multiple times until it became tens of meters tall, cutting toward Yun Wuji's back.
The wind hit Yun Wuji's back, splitting his body in two. It continued its path, cutting through the air, and slicing through multiple mountains before finally dissipating into the sky.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
As the wind blade faded, the mountains it had sliced through suddenly split apart. The cut was smooth, and the split parts slid, crashing to the ground with loud rumbling sounds.
The sudden turn of events happened so quickly that no one had expected it. When Ming Xiao and the others finally recovered, they saw the face of the shadow. It was an old man wearing a black robe. The moment Ming Xiao saw him, he cried out excitedly, "Forefather!"
"Forefather? Is it Dark Peng Old Ancestor?"
"Yes, it must be him. Only our mighty Old Ancestor could do something like this!"
"But didn't he die long ago?"
"Idiot, are you cursing our Old Ancestor? Can't you see he's alive and well? He probably hid himself and wanted to protect us in secret!"
The sudden appearance of Ming Peng threw everyone into a frenzy. They all looked at him with excited faces, flushed red with joy. They had thought they would endure the humiliation of a lifetime today, but their Old Ancestor appeared and dealt with their enemy so easily.
"Ancestor is mighty!"
"Ancestor is mighty!"
"Ancestor is mighty!"
Everyone, whether disciples on the ground or the elders in the air standing behind Ming Xiao, shouted excitedly.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"How moving, I nearly shed half a tear."
Suddenly, the sound of clapping interrupted the moment. When everyone turned to see the source, they saw Yun Wuji standing less than a meter from Ming Peng, clapping his hands while looking at them all with a mocking smile.
The figure of Yun Wuji, split in two by the wind blade, slowly faded into black smoke under the astonished eyes of everyone.
"!!!" Ming Peng's pupils shrank, his blood turning cold. A dangerous sensation suddenly enveloped his entire body. He didn't have time to think about how this young man had managed to avoid his attack, or why. Without hesitation, his body blurred, and in the next moment, he appeared several hundred kilometers away.
"What?!" Ming Peng exclaimed. When he turned to look at Yun Wuji, he found that he had already disappeared from his spot.
"That's rude, you know?"
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Ming Peng's shoulder, and Yun Wuji's voice whispered in his ear, like the voice of the devil.
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