IS Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Are there more people in the sky? If Ah Huai can’t beat them, will Immortal Rulers come?

The Zhu family has no Immortal Rulers, and even those who undergo tribulation are few and far between, but they do have two Corpse Puppets at the Immortal Ruler level. His father and mother told Feng Jiang that these were trump cards to be used only when facing the threat of annihilation.

The day he stumbled to find Wu You, Wu You was also looking for him. Perhaps twins really do have a telepathic connection, and their directions were correct.

In the faint spring water-green poison mist, the moment he saw Zhu Wu You’s figure, he only heard a hurried “Brother,” and then Wu You suddenly leaped behind him, blocking a claw from a Corpse Puppet undergoing tribulation. When he turned his head, all he saw was a splash of blood.

At that time, there were six Corpse Puppets surrounding them, three undergoing tribulation and three at the Integration stage. Because of the blood poison catalysis, they were even more deadly than ordinary cultivators undergoing tribulation.

There were no Immortal Rulers among the Corpse Puppets, because the intense spiritual power fluctuations in the distance told them that their father, with only a mid-Tribulation cultivation level, was dragging those two Immortal Puppets, buying them and everyone else the last bit of time to escape.

Feng Jiang didn’t know how Zhu Wu You, alone, with a knife, and with a cultivation that had just been forcibly broken through to the Integration stage, managed to escape from the encirclement of three, and later four, Corpse Puppets undergoing tribulation.

They couldn’t go out. All the secret passages were blocked. The Corpse Puppets were eating people, the sounds getting smaller and smaller, and Zhu Wu You was dying.

Poisoned, having forcibly elevated his cultivation, his internal organs were in terrible shape, and perhaps he would bleed to death.

At that time, Feng Jiang realized that he might be the only person in the valley who was still conscious. He had taken too many pills, and his constitution was more resistant to poison.

He was still alive, but Zhu Wu You was dying, with only a breath left. He had used gold needles to forcibly seal his heart meridian, barely preserving a trace of life.

He remembered a place.

That place was small and inconspicuous, hiding a vault of natural treasures sealed by the ancestors of the Zhu family a thousand years ago, but that door could only be opened with the blood of the direct line of the Zhu family.

He dragged Zhu Wu You to that place, opened the door, and concealed his aura, hoping the puppets wouldn’t find them here.

Feng Jiang still remembered what he said to Wu You when he dragged him to the corner of the treasure vault.

“Zhu Wu You, you’re dying,” he said. “Your dantian is shattered, your Purple Mansion destroyed, no medicine can save you.”

“I only have one way that might save your last breath. My chances are less than ten percent, but you will have to endure pain that no living person can endure. Do you want to take a gamble, to keep this breath, or should I pull out the needles and let you die quickly?”

At that time, Zhu Wu You looked at him.

“Brother,” he said, “I believe you.”

He was so angry he wanted to go crazy, and he said fiercely, “Then listen carefully, my chances are like finding a needle in the ocean, less than ten percent even if the heavens help me! Zhu Wu You, choose again!”

“Brother, I believe you,” Zhu Wu You said.

So he took action.

When the first needle, quenched with deadly poison, was inserted, Wu You groaned and his face turned pale instantly. He clenched his hand tightly, veins popping out on his hands and forehead.

His brother was actually a man of few words and great endurance. Feng Jiang had never seen such a painful expression on his face.

But the pain at this time was just the beginning, insignificant compared to what was to come. This was Zhu Wu You’s own choice. He inserted the second needle.

Later, Feng Jiang often thought about that day. He was truly ruthless, with a cruel heart and cruel hands. How could he have so wholeheartedly, so attentively, while modifying the secret technique passed down for thousands of years, have refined one needle after another, one poison after another, one after another of the most intense, ancient, and unbearable natural treasures in the treasure vault into his brother’s body?

He turned a person with only a breath left into a Corpse Puppet, alive.

In the last few steps, Wu You had no reaction, like all the corpses in the world, his whole body as cold as metal. Wu You’s hand was still holding a corner of his clothes and hadn’t let go. In order to work, Feng Jiang even cut off that corner of clothing.

After doing all this, he found that his own body was just as cold, his fingers stiff, unable to do anything.

“Wu You?” he asked.

No one answered him. Wu You lay there quietly. He was already a Corpse Puppet. Zhu Wu Yang didn’t know if he would ever open his eyes again, and even if he did, he would only be a puppet-like human doll that followed orders.

A puppet refined alive, he sealed that breath in this person’s heart meridian. Perhaps one day, his medical skills would surpass the boundary between heaven and man, penetrate the limits of life and death, and he could administer another needle, revive that breath, and then leave it to fate.

How difficult would it be to do all this? As illusory as ascending to immortality, as difficult as achieving immortality.

Finally, he held Wu You’s corner of clothing and prostrated himself, crying on Wu You’s chest.

His mother was dead, his father was dead, his fellow disciples were all dead. Everyone was dead, even Wu You was dead, and he was still alive.

In this life, he had not been good to Zhu Wu You at all.

After crying, he dragged the dead Zhu Wu You again, step by step along the secret passage connected to the treasure vault, and walked out of the Heavenly Star Valley where they had grown up together and never left.

A sect not recognized by the Orthodox sects might have only one advantage, which was that it had dug through the underground, and there were many secret passages.

He had to leave, and he must never come back.

Because doing these things required careful planning, as well as internal and external coordination. The balance of offense and defense was not in his hands.

At this time, Heavenly Star Valley was too dangerous. The people who did this wouldn’t be present themselves, and the Corpse Puppets had chewed everyone to pieces, so there was no way to prove anything. He had to completely disappear from this world. From now on, he couldn’t be called Zhu Wu Yang anymore, and his brother couldn’t be called Zhu Wu You anymore. Those who did this would definitely eliminate the root of the problem if they heard such names.

All the relatives and friends outside the valley, those who had known his parents’ generation, he couldn’t meet them, couldn’t ask them for help. If there were Zhu family disciples who had escaped from Heavenly Star Valley, he couldn’t recognize them either. Because the murderer could be anyone here.

In fact, he also knew who that person might be if there was someone in the valley who could do these things.

Perhaps it was someone who had always harbored hatred for the Zhu family.

Perhaps it was just that interests moved people’s hearts.

Because the Heavenly Dao was not flawless, and because people’s hearts always had flaws. Everyone.

But he had to swallow all this, until the day he no longer needed to endure, no longer needed to swallow.

The moment he walked out of the secret passage, the hot wind of the Southern Border blew across his face. In this bustling world, even the deep hatred would dissipate in the wind like a wisp of bloody scent.

He couldn’t be named Zhu, so he would be named Feng.

Ah Huai’s knife is very good now, creating wind under the blade. The three Tribulation Realm True Men of the Dao Sect, plus the Sword Sect, plus the Martial Sect, plus the rabble outside, were no match for him.

The treasures in the Heavenly Star Valley secret vault were the treasures from a thousand years ago when the human world was prosperous, the Immortal Dao was flourishing, and the spiritual energy was abundant. No one could use them well, which is why they had been sealed for many years. He used half of those things, and then slowly refined the other half into Ah Huai’s body over the next ten years. He had the ability to use materials that no one else could use to refine an immortal body, so Ah Huai had the ability to fight against many enemies alone.

Feng Jiang folded his arms and looked at the sky from afar.

Yuan Tai already wanted to retreat, with a shoulder injury. The others had also retreated, because Feng Huai wouldn’t be distracted by them, but they would hinder Yuan Tai’s actions.

And Ah Huai’s knife seemed to create a howling wind from the ground, gradually getting better and better.

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Jiang’s lips, as if he had finally seen what he wanted to see from within.

The others also watched, the more they watched, the more shocked they became.

The Dan Sect Master looked grave and came to Wu Huan.

“Corpse Puppets have no intelligence and cannot adapt to changing circumstances. Over time, they will inevitably reveal flaws. I thought that was the case, and you said so too,” said the Dan Sect Master. “But this Corpse Puppet doesn’t seem to be like that.”

After he finished speaking, he saw that Wu Huan’s face was pale and he was staring at the figure in the sky holding a knife, showing signs of being tormented by a heart demon.

“Wu Huan?”

Wu Huan heard someone calling him. But it sounded to him like Zhu Wu Yang in his childhood, dragging out the end of his name as he called him “Wu Huan Big Brother,” and like Zhu Wu You in his childhood, calling him “Wu Huan Senior Brother” in a proper manner.

The two twins of the Zhu family, who looked exactly alike, could be distinguished at a glance.

They were obviously two peerless geniuses, but one was too competitive and the other was too ingratiating, which eventually led to an awkward situation. Sometimes he had to pass messages between them, which he found amusing.

This was also good. In the end, the two younger brothers were closer to him. The two of them had their own things they liked to do and would only focus on researching them. Whether they were dazzling or dazzling, in the end, he would still be the one to manage this Heavenly Star Valley.

Years of affection could not be faked, even now. He could still remember how Wu Yang liked to put out a few bottles of poison and have people guess what they were. If they guessed wrong, they had to eat a flower seed, and they would throw up flowers for several days.

But the Shangqing Dan Sect had a bright future and was showing goodwill to him, which was better than this Heavenly Star Valley, which was not an orthodox sect and was in a remote area.

Why didn’t they die completely!

“Wu Huan!”

Wu Huan’s stiff voice, like gnashing teeth, came from between his teeth.

“He must have used the Eightfold Wheel.”

“You really… brought back to life… flesh and bones.”

At this moment, a vast and desolate knife technique, like a sandstorm, came out of the sky, full of spirit and energy, and swung towards Yuan Tai.

And a silent, ghostly, and murderous assassin’s knife stabbed out from behind Wu Huan, piercing his chest.

Feng Jiang didn’t even look at him.

“The Immortal Rulers of Shangqing haven’t come yet?” he said casually. “If they don’t come, the Sect Master will be killed.”

Lin Zhu: “What do we do when the Immortal Rulers come?”

Feng Jiang thought seriously for a moment.

Then he said seriously, “I don’t know.”