Chosen Man
Killing Reverend Su Weng

The night was getting darker, the old peach tree was silent.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the wall on the side of the courtyard.

Although in the darkness, one could faintly see that he was wearing a black priest robe, and his figure was thin as bamboo while holding a corpse in each of his right and left hands.

The priest casually threw the two corpses he had obtained onto the courtyard ground. After which, he jumped onto the sky mansion's courtyard.

"Eh, Ning Sih, is there someone living in this courtyard?"

As the sky was not too dark, the priest was finally able to clearly see that the long-abandoned mansion's courtyard, which was originally overgrown with weeds, had now been cleared completely.

"Su Weng, you're finally here."

It was Feng Zun, with an indifferent voice.

He was already standing up from the recliner, and he casually held an ordinary sword in his right hand, then he stood in the darkness and looked at the other party in silence.

This Su Weng was around forty years old. His skin was pure white, and his beard swayed rocking as it was blown by the wind. He carried a sword on his back, and a beast-skinned gourd hung on his waist. He looked like someone from another world.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"

Su Weng was surprised and looked alert.

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a strange sound like a sharp howling.

However, after a long wait, nothing happened.

Su Weng's heart sank. He's a little worried. What the hell's going on?

“Those soul-eaters were all killed by me. It is useless even if you shout and howl.”

Feng Zun walked leisurely towards Su Weng.

"Who are you?"

Su Weng spoke in a grim voice while his eyes flickered with a bright light, and he secretly mobilized Qi throughout his body. He was gathering strength waiting to be launched to his opponent.

"Don't be nervous. Before I move, there's something I want to ask you."

As Feng Zun spoke, he had already arrived 3 meters away from Su Weng.

Only then could Su Weng clearly see that the person before him was merely a teenager. He wore a white robe and held a sword in his hand. His figure was high, yet he was unable to detect his cultivation realm.

There were three possibilities when a cultivator could not see his opponent's cultivation, firstly it was because the other party's cultivation base was higher, the second was because he had no cultivation, the first was because he had no cultivation, and the third one he had techniques to disguise the level of the realm he possessed.

Su Weng himself had the opinion that the young man before him only had the qualifications of the second possibility mentioned above.

He would not have the thought that the young man in front of him had a cultivation base on it, what else had a rare technique that could hide strength.

Su weng instantly relaxed and mocked himself in his heart. I really became more of a coward while I was alive. I was actually almost afraid of an ordinary young man.

With his hands behind his back, he said coldly, "Young man, you are not qualified to talk to me. Go and call your parents. I wanted to ask how he taught his descendants. You are not polite at all!"

On the other hand he was a little worried because the soul-eating Bee in the well had lost contact with him, and even at this moment the loyal ghost was following his orders, currently just hiding and not showing himself. This made Su Weng suspect there was another expert behind the young man.

Feng Zun smiled and shook his head. "If there really were another expert on this land who was stronger than me, I might be very happy. Unfortunately, I've never met a single suitable opponent."

Su Weng was stunned, then sneered and said, "You haven't even grown any sticky fur yet, but your tone of voice isn't small! If you still don't invite that expert out, don't blame me for being disrespectful to you!"

A bright light surged in his eyes while his imposing aura changed abruptly. When the vital energy in his body had circulated, it was actually faintly emitting roars that surged like a tide.

This was a power that only Mortal cultivators could understand.

Once a martial artist at that level circulated their self-strength, blood energy would accumulate, boil, and burn.

At Su Weng's cultivation level . He had already undergone a very perfect forging of the body, it had the qualifications of an iron bone wire muscle. Even an ordinary sword and spear heirloom would not be able to injure him.

A faint grin appeared on Feng Zun's lips as he said, "Then I want to see how arrogant the strength of a little Mortal like you is."

A deep frown surfaced on his face when he heard the words of the young man in front of him.

"I've been traveling the world for years and have seen thousands of arrogant and haughty people, but I've never seen someone with that level of arrogance like you!"

ha-ha-has..

Su Weng laughed in anger.

"Even you say that we, the Mortal realm, are just small characters?

Listen, this attack will make you repent soon.!

He suddenly jumped forwards, his sleeves fluttering as he reached out to grab Feng Zun's neck.

Bang out!

A Mortal cultivator suddenly attacked. Such power was as fast as lightning, sat set and domineering. Just that kind of aura was enough to frighten many cultivators across the entire land.!

Su Weng's plan was very simple. First, he would capture Feng Zun and then force the experts behind him and absorb his strength. This way, he would become even more invincible.

He's going to catch Feng Zun.

At this time ...

A sword shadow suddenly appeared in the depths of Feng Zun's divine eyes, and a vast, cold and terrifying aura appeared.

Bang out!

Su Weng's mind was completely affected and looked like it had been struck by lightning, and his soul trembled while his vision turned black. In a daze, he looked as if he had fallen into boundless purgatory, and then as if a mysterious immortal sword descending from heaven was pressing down on him.

At that moment, Feng Zun activated his divine eyes condensed with the Aura of the Fantian Emperor Sword, as the ferocious aura of the sword appeared, a suppressive force filled the surroundings. It caused his opponent's ears as well as heart to be filled with roars like being exposed to the angry shouts of the gods.

A feeling of helplessness, and despair surfaced, and it stimulated Su Weng to the point that his heart suffered a heavy blow and nearly collapsed.

This feeling only lasted for a moment.

However, the impact caused Su Weng's figure to freeze.

Right now he was only five steps away from Feng Zun.

At this distance of five steps, Feng Zun started moving.

A simple slash unleashed a sword energy and slashed towards Su Weng.

Bang out!

His eyes opened wide while his face was covered in frustration, and he did not seem to dare to believe it as he said in a hoarse voice, "You ... You really are in the Immortal realm ?"

Feng Zun casually slashed his sword and immediately retreated three steps.

Su Weng's body trembled violently. The bloody hole in his chest gushed out like a fountain. If Feng Zun did not take three steps back, then he would be exposed to Su Weng's blood splashing everywhere.

The deg!

Su Weng fell to the ground, panting in pain.

His injuries were so severe that he could feel his life force at this moment draining rapidly.

"You ... don't you have something to ask ... Why ... Why are you so cruel? If I die, you won't get any information."

Su Weng spoke occasionally. She's confused.

Feng Zun replied casually, "Oh, I'm not interested in knowing the information of the person who will become a corpse."

Su Weng: "..."

He was so angry and unable to control himself, that he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

He gritted his teeth and hissed venomously, "You have destroyed my sect's great assets, just wait for revenge from them!"

After he finished speaking, Su Weng lay on the ground without a breath and died.

His eyes were still widening as if filled with anger.

He might not have expected that he would lose his life at the hands of a young man.

"I can't even sweat, cultivators on this land are really weak ..."

Feng Zun silently shook his head.

Previously, he used a thread of the aura of the Fantian Emperor Sword through his divine eyes.

Although it was only a strand of aura, it was not something that an ordinary mortal cultivator like Su Weng could resist, and it caused his soul to suffer an attack.

It was through this opportunity that Feng Zun's sword energy could easily pierce through his chest.

"If I knew this would happen, I would fight it head-on. Although it would be a little troublesome, with my current cultivation, it would be easy."

Previously, Feng Zun had thought that Su Weng was an evil cultivator who had mastered many cunning wits and evil methods. Therefore, he did not intend to fight it directly. Instead, he used his own cultivation base and some unique abilities from the Fantian Emperor Sword which was one of his trump cards.

Who would have imagined that Su Weng would be completely stupid and underestimated, and Su Weng had actually not had the time to use any vicious secret techniques or powers, but instead died first.

"It seems I take this perverted cultivator too seriously."

Feng Zun mocked himself.

"Do you know the background of master Su Weng?"

Feng Zun looked at the old peach tree not far from there.

"Master Immortal, I .. I don't know about this."

A ghostly figure in a red dress appeared on one of the branches with a puzzled face.

He rubbed the corner of his clothes with his hands and lowered his head. Her slightly chubby pretty face was filled with weakness, helplessness, and compassion.

The scene of Reverend Su Weng being killed by the sword was witnessed by him. If he had not shut his mouth tightly before, he would have cried out in fear from that bloody scene.

Feng Zun did not ask any further. He crouched down and started searching for the precious items on Su Weng's body.

There was a sheathed sword, a beast leather gourd, a banknote worth a hundred thousand gold pieces in, a pouch containing some spirit stones, and an incomplete worn book.

In addition, there were no other important items.

He kept the banknotes and the stone bags first, then took the yellowed book.

The scroll was obsolete, and only a few pages were left with a cruel secret technique to cultivate the soul-eating Bees, it explained the inhumane technique of caring for them.

After reading it at a glance, Feng Zun inevitably only felt a sense of disappointment. This was only a small secret technique, it only gave a very perverted and disgusting teaching.

However, Feng Zun noticed that at the end of the last page of the book there was a line of words:

"Soul Bee Sect, Su Qiong, a gift for my disciple Su Weng."

Feng Zun immediately understood.

The sect behind Su Weng was the Soul Bee Sect, and the teacher was Su Qiong.

"Before he died, he said that I damaged the great assets of his sect. From the looks of it, the cultivation of the soul-eating Bees that Su Weng carried out was the instruction of the Soul Bee sect."

Feng Zun raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had a thought that this mansion was not the only place where the Soul Bee Sect cultivated the soul-eating Insects.

In other words, there must be another place in the Han Empire, having a similar thing.

As he was pondering, Feng Zun had torn the scroll in his hand into pieces. If such an evil secret technique was obtained by someone else, it would definitely bring disaster to many residents.

Next, he took out the sheathed sword.

The hull was forged with black iron. When he took out the sword from its scabbard, a stinging smell of blood and carcass struck his nose.

Feng Zun frowned with an expression of disdain.

"He seemed to be using blood and corpses to refine this sword. What kind of evil cultivator is this? He's too useless!"

Feng Zun shook his head and felt disgusted.

Cracks!

Feng Zun exerted strength with his palm and the Sword was smashed into pieces. Then, it was completely burnt by the fire breath technique.

"Oh, this pumpkin is quite interesting."

When Feng Zun took the beast-skinned gourd, there was finally something that caught his interest.