Chapter 3 — Blood Vengeance Thien Huyen

4 As soon as the roar ended, eight figures wearing black clothes and ghost faces appeared behind me. They are the Shadow Ve – our martyrs. Each of them is a mid-stage God Transformation cultivator. When we go into seclusion, they sleep soundly. If I give an order, they will turn into the sharpest blades! “Obey!” The voices of the eight martyrs were cold, without a trace of emotion, turning into black shadows and rushing straight into the room. My four "good disciples", without even having a chance to protest, were suppressed and dragged away like four dead dogs. The four great masters of the Nguyen Anh peak, in front of the martyrs of a higher realm, were pitifully weak and had no resistance at all. "Master... master! What are you planning to do?!" "Let me go! You devil!" "Master! You cannot treat us like that! We are disciples raised by you!" It wasn't until their bodies were tied up and dragged out by Cam Tien Tac that they woke up like from a dream and screamed wildly. But that scream—was not apologetic, but: "Master! You must not touch Lac Ly! She is still seriously injured!" "If you dare to touch a single strand of her hair, I - Mac Tran - will risk my life to demand justice!" "Lang Thuong! You are confused! Lac Ly is the innocent one!" Good! It is truly a statement of "demanding justice"! I heard those rebellious words and suddenly laughed. Laugh sadly. Laughed indignantly. It turns out, in the past, I saved their lives from the enemy's blade— It turns out, in the past, they made the Great Demon Heart oath, saying that they would treat me as a father, consider Lang Nguyet as a younger sister, vowing to use their lives to protect them— In the end, in exchange, they threw their fellow sister into Van Beast Uyen to die! Then took away her life-saving magic pill and gave it to a vile outsider! I hugged Lang Nguyet and walked coldly into the room step by step. His eyes were like ice, scanning down the trembling body of that bastard Lac Ly. She knelt down, her whole body trembling, not daring to breathe loudly. I didn't bother to pay attention to her, just gently placed Lang Nguyet on the jade bed that belonged to her. Then, I turned around, swung my palm out, and the medicine cabinet on the wall exploded, revealing the secret organs that I had left behind! Empty! Everything is empty! In the past, for Lang Nguyet, I plundered everywhere strange treasures, magic pills, and supreme Dharma treasures—now all of them are flying without wings! Only one Nine Turns Soul Return Pill remains, part of the powder has been shaved off! I tightly grasped the divine pill, turned around, my eyes were like ice blades, stabbing straight at the body of that bastard Lac Ly. She panicked, repeatedly kowtowing her head "dong dong dong" echoing: "Old Ancestor on high, please accept Lac Ly's bow..." I looked at that fake appearance, burst out with a cold laugh: "Heh... turns out now, mixed-race cats and dogs also dare to dream of becoming my descendant - Lang Thuong?!" My voice, filled with bone-chilling murderous intent. “Do you think that I, Lang Thuong… have no bloodline?!” We are getting closer step by step. "Or do you feel that using my great-granddaughter's things... you find it very calm and worthy?" Lac Ly raised her tear-stained face, looking sad and weak, her voice filled with pleading: "Old Patriarch... Lac Ly has no father or mother, just wants a home... You should consider... consider having another little cotton shirt next to you, wouldn't it be good? From now on I will be more filial than sister Lang Nguyet..." She even wanted to crawl to hug my leg. False! Hideous! I waved my hand, squeezed her neck, and lifted her off the ground! "Home?" My eyes locked tightly on her gradually scattered pupils, each word was like a funeral bell: "Do you... also deserve to have a home?!" “You put on my great-granddaughter's robes, wore her phoenix brooch, lay on her cold jade bed, ate her life-saving magic pills, took out her spiritual roots... Now you still want to call me Old To?!” “You tell me

listen—what are you?!” She was in pain, tears and runny nose, intermittently whispering: "It's not... it's not me... it's the brothers... saying sister Lang Nguyet... is no longer needed..." "Shut up!" I waved my hand hard, like trash, throwing her away! “Boom!” Her body hit the stone pillar hard, her forehead was immediately broken, and fresh blood poured down her face. Outside the door, four rebels heard the movement and immediately roared: "Master! What did you do to Lac Ly?!” “Lang Thuong! Warning you! If you dare to touch her, we four senior brothers will break off relations with you today!” Break off relationship? They… are worth it?! I turned around and my eyes fell on the figure of Lang Nguyet lying unconscious on the jade bed. Her lips were dry and cracked, moving slightly. I quickly bent down and heard clearly... "Old Patriarch... I hurt..." Boom! Those two words were like an iron hammer hitting my chest. The corners of my eyes immediately turned red. The great-granddaughter I know so well—who would rather bleed than shed tears—is now whispering "hurt". “Does it hurt?” I slowly stood up straight, turned my head, my eyes like a thousand years of mysterious ice, scanning the vile body of Lac Ly on the ground. “Hear that?” My voice is so cold that it makes people's hearts tremble. “My great-granddaughter is screaming in pain.” “So, I will let you—a thousand times more painful than her!” Lac Ly's soul was scattered, but her mouth was still stiff: "No... it has nothing to do with me! It's Lang Nguyet, she doesn't know how to control herself! She was jealous of me and even started hitting people. The senior brothers felt dissatisfied and just..." "Just threw her into Van Thu Uyen!" "Right?" I coldly interrupted, pressing closer step by step, with sky-high murderous intent. “Do you know why—you are my descendant, clearly possessing the celestial grade Fire Spirit Root, yet so far you have only stayed at the Golden Core realm?” “One thousand three hundred years ago!” “That year she was only twenty, she had successfully established her foundation, she was the youngest foundation-building monk in Thien Huyen Tong! Just to save your second senior brother, Qi Phong, she risked her life to block a demon's attack! Dan Dien was injured and almost lost his life!” “The four of them, kneel before me, swear the Great Demon Heart Oath, swearing that in this life and this life, they will use their lives to protect you! What about the results?!” Boom! With one kick, I gave her a heavy blow on her arm! “Ah——!!!” Lung-shattering screams echoed in the room. “They brought her life-saving magic pill—offering it to you, a scoundrel!” “They gave her bloodline status—to you, a slut!” "They still had blank eyes, watching her have her spiritual roots taken away, the tendons in her arms and legs being severed!" I bent down, my blood red eyes staring at the person rolling on the ground: "Tell me... how should I punish you?" Lac Ly cried and begged, his words mixed up: “Old Patriarch, please spare my life! It's... it's the sect master! It was the sect master who told me to do it! It has nothing to do with me!” Sect master? Ly Huyen Dao? Good. Very good. The corner of my lips curled up into a cold smile, with the utmost murderous intent: "It's late." From the ring, I took out a block of iron black iron. This is a special tool used to torture demons. It is tempered with Nine Nether Demons, specializing in damaging the soul. Once sealed, the suffering will last throughout the lifetime, forever and ever!