Mortal To Immortal (Book 1)
Ep. 72 - Fight Me

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Wuneng explained that he wanted to help not just because he cared for the residents of the city, but he did not want this problem to be bigger. The Grey Sky Sect could be an easy target as it was considered as the mastermind of the matter by the white and neutral flow parties present in the Green Forest Country's territory.

"Your explanation is quite reasonable, at least you still have a little concern." Yao Han was slow-mouthed.

"of course. The perpetrator of the terror has been found and neutralized, so now I can calmly leave this town."

Wuneng was about to turn around at the same time as Shenghao who shouted loudly.

"You think I believe what you said and let you just walk away?!"

Shenghao released a powerful Qi and not long ago his Qi color became golden forming a lightning dragon that wrapped around his right hand. Honghao followed not long after, with both of his hands forming the blue-colored head of the fire tiger.

Wuneng frowned deeply and his face was so solemn, "Golden Lightning Dragon and Blue Fire Tiger... Hmh! It's bad enough that I met the members of the White Lotus Sect and it turns out that you guys are members of the Lotus Army."

Wuneng let out a long sigh, "Not just one, but two Lotus Troops...Well inevitably I have to put up a fight in order to get out of here, right?"

Wuneng took out a palm-sized tombstone and lifted it into the air. The stone was emitting a green light. The grains of light then formed several figures of a slightly transparent green-colored hovering man.

"Congratulations, you've just witnessed my ghost army." Wuneng smiled with a face that no longer looked lazy.

In front of him floated seven male ghosts. The six powers of the peak stage Mortal Foundation and the one that looked like the leader of the ghost army were the powers of the intermediate stage Earth Foundation.

"Oh, he is really a disciple of Gui Tian Ghost Gate." Yutian commented seeing the ghost army of Wuneng.

Shenghao and Honghao released more Qi, preparing to attack Wuneng and his ghost army as the sound of Yao Han's exclamation sounded.

"Stop!"

The three young men immediately stopped their steps by remaining vigilant.

"What's up, Brother Yao?"

Yao Han approached them and was in the middle as if as a referee.

"She's already given an explanation, why don't we just let it go? He doesn't make a mess here anyway."

"I can't believe you ate his crap, Brother Yao." Shenghao shook his head slowly, "Given your identity, you may not care about this, but we cannot let the Ghost Gate disciple escape or else he will become a great threat in the future."

Wuneng chuckled softly and grumbled, "It's not wrong that I call you stubborn and holy-spirited people. You and your friend would definitely not believe that I said I was a ghost control cultivator different from the others."

Yao Han glanced at Wuneng for a moment, then looked at Shenghao again, his attitude still calm as if the upcoming fight was no big deal to him.

"He doesn't look too bad."

"You're right, but among the Ghost Gate disciples, he was the most genius. He was considered to be able to reach the fifteenth level of the Basic Realm and have the opportunity to form the Sky Foundation. What do you think would happen if he could reach the Soul Realm?"

"I understand. Then...if you and Brother Honghao manage to kill him here, what do you think the Grey Sky Sect will do? He's a genius disciple and his teacher is one of the Gateways of the black stream, don't they have a reason to attack the Green Forest Country? And it was not impossible for a cultivator war to happen again after twenty years had passed."

Yao Han gave a meaningful look and smile. The words he uttered silenced Shenghao. Honghao who had wanted to defend his senior fell silent. They looked at each other speechlessly.

Wuneng was very curious about Yao Han for being so easy to talk like that to the two ten-star great sect members.

'Is he also from a big sect?'

Yao Han turned his gaze completely at Wuneng and smiled amiably.

"Brother Gui, my name is Yao Han. No need to thank you, because I actually can't let you get away with it either."

Not only Wuneng, Shenghao and Honghao were also puzzled by Yao Han's remark.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"I prevented these two of my friends from fighting and killed you because it could cause a cultivator war. If that happens and ends up being like the war twenty years ago, I'm afraid someone will eliminate all sects so that there will be no more chaos on this land where we live."

Wuneng sneered, "Oblank Omong what are you saying? No one can do it unless he has lost his mind doing such reckless deeds."

Yao Han smiled faintly, "Brother Gui, you are lucky not to know this someone. If you find out and keep saying that, then I will not hesitate to kill you right away, no matter you are a Soul Realm cultivator even."

Wuneng could feel Yao Han so seriously. On the other hand he was confused by the person the young man meant. While Shenghao and Honghao understood the meaning behind Yao Han's words.

The person Yao Han was referring to was his own teacher, Feng Xian the East Wind.

Shenghao and Honghao held their breaths long enough to hear Feng Xian perform such a crazy act, as he was indeed capable.

Evidently there are some sects that disappeared because they had offended him in the past. And had it not been for Feng Xian to appear and intervene, the great war twenty years ago would have lasted much longer until one of the streams disappeared.

"Brother Gui, how about you fight me instead?"

Shenghao and Honghao frowned, increasingly confused by Yao Han's strange behavior. Wuneng was silent for a moment then laughed softly.

"Brother Yao, isn't it? I'm actually amazed at the ability you've shown before. But fighting me who is a ghost control cultivator from the Grey Sky Sect is not an easy matter. Those two friends working together though don't necessarily win over me, let alone you."

"really? I just want to fight you, but there's no need to kill each other."

"Interesting, is this what you mean you can't just let me go?"

"More or less like that."

"Well, though I'm actually surprised you're offering me such a thing that comes from a black stream."

"Don't you say you're different?"

Wuneng smiled faintly, not answering. Yao Han asked him to attack first using seven ghosts at once.

"I think you've lost your mind. Or maybe you don't realize the limits of your abilities?"

"I'm still sane and know the limits of my abilities. Therefore I ask you to attack with all your ghosts. There's one thing I want to make sure of."

Wuneng looked at Yao Han growled at feeling slighted, "Well if it's your will, I won't hesitate."

Wuneng immediately directed the seven ghosts to attack Yao Han. The young man still stood quietly. As Yao Han's distance and the seven ghosts stayed several steps away, Yao Han touched his forehead, bringing up the blood-red pagoda.

Yao Han directed that legacy of Chen Long to the ghosts. In one breath, the seven ghosts of Wuneng disappeared.

"What the fuck?!"

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