The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

204: Disappointed that they are not living up to their potentialWang Zhennan finally gave a cold glance at Wuheng Mountain, which was filled with Devilish Qi, forcefully suppressing the anger in his heart.

He waved his hand, cast the art of Changing Scenery, and divine light enveloped Tianji Zi and the other three, who were standing still, taking them away from this suffocating Wuheng Mountain.

Not long after... outside the Forbidden Zone, on the ice plain.

Wang Jizi, Shui Tianqiong, and Jiuyuan appeared first, and the three immediately released their Divine Thought, cautiously sweeping towards the depths of the Forbidden Zone.

They confirmed that Wuheng Mountain had not triggered any uncontrollable changes due to their rescue attempt.

The three of them breathed a slight sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and saw lingering fear in each other’s eyes.

If Wang Qing’s plans were disrupted, it would not only be bad for the Hongmeng Sea, but it might also disrupt the situation on the Land of the Other Shore.

“Whoosh whoosh...”

The biting cold wind still blew tirelessly, swirling up snow from the ground.

Amidst flickering light and shadows, Wang Zhennan, along with Tianji Zi and the others, also appeared on the ice plain.

He looked at his four friends beside him, lifeless like clay sculptures and wooden carvings, and a pang of pain pierced his heart.

After a moment of silence.

His voice, hoarse with suppressed emotion, said to Wang Jizi: “Father, these four have been by my side for a very long time, loyal and devoted!”

At this moment, a rare plea appeared in his eyes: “Now, I can only trouble you to take action and clear the Devilish Qi from their minds!”

Wang Jizi nodded with a solemn expression, comforting him: “No worries, this is my duty.”

With that, Wang Jizi stepped forward, his hands forming profound mystical seals, and mysterious Dao Rhymes flowed from his fingertips.

Immediately, he pointed his fingers like a sword, swiftly sending out four mysterious Dao patterns containing the power of purification and awakening.

The Dao patterns, like nimble luminous fish, accurately and precisely entered the ancestral orifices between the eyebrows of Tianji Zi, Zhao Jun, Fu Shenqiong, and Old Taoist Su Xuan.

As the Dao patterns entered their bodies, it was like clear spring water flowing into parched land.

Tianji Zi and the other three’s bodies trembled slightly, and the Devilish Qi Entanglement around their bodies seemed to have met its nemesis, beginning to evaporate and dissipate strand by strand.

Their originally dull and frozen pupils began to show subtle ripples, gradually dispelling the emptiness and deathly stillness.

Soon, they gradually regained some of the vitality and brilliance of living people... “Cough...”

A dry cough broke the deathly cold wind on the ice plain.

Tianji Zi, Zhao Jun, Fu Shenqiong, and Old Taoist Su Xuan almost simultaneously trembled slightly.

In their empty eyes, it was as if a pebble had been dropped, spreading a circle of subtle ripples.

Fu Shenqiong’s gaze was the first to find a focus, though it was still scattered.

He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, only to feel his mind was in Chaos, as if completely sealed by thick fog.

Fragments of memory floated chaotically:

After the New Era, in the Immortal Realm, he and Tianji Zi and the other two wandered through every corner of the Immortal Realm, searching everywhere for traces of the Son of the Great Dao... Until hundreds of thousands of years ago, they came to the Southern Cold Immortal Domain, attracted by the Extreme Cold Forbidden Zone... They entered the depths of the Forbidden Zone and met a young figure named East-slaying Feather... The four of them clashed with that young man... After that, there was an unsettling blank, as if Fu Shenqiong’s life had been forcibly cut off by some power.

This memory gap caused him a strange sense of panic and weakness.

He shook his somewhat heavy head, his gaze sweeping blankly across the pale ice plain around him.

Finally, his gaze difficultly fixed on the figure in front of him, whose face was ashen and whose aura was suppressed.

A sense of familiarity and reverence from the depths of his Soul surged into his heart, making Fu Shenqiong say with some uncertainty:

“Big... Big Brother?”

“You... why are you here?”

He completely couldn’t understand why Wang Zhennan, who should have been Above the Nine Heavens, would appear in this extremely cold forbidden land!

And why was he, along with Tianji Zi and the others, standing here, enveloped in an inexplicable sense of exhaustion?

Wang Zhennan looked at Fu Shenqiong’s bewildered appearance, completely unaware of what had happened, and then glanced at Tianji Zi and the other two beside him, who were avoiding his gaze and filled with shame.

The anger and heartache he had forcefully suppressed in his chest surged again, almost breaking through his throat.

He took a deep breath of the bone-chilling cold air, trying to cool the indignation that burned his internal organs, but what came out was endless disappointment:

“If I hadn’t come, you would have become the Son of the Great Dao’s Puppet army!”

He bit down heavily on each word, his gaze like a knife scraping across the faces of Tianji Zi and the other four.

This sentence exploded like a thunderclap in Fu Shenqiong’s chaotic mind.

Puppet army?

He suddenly recalled the disgusting demonic Puppets in the depths of the Forbidden Zone, and combined with his current state and the implicit information in Wang Zhennan’s words.

A terrifying conjecture gradually emerged, instantly turning his face deathly pale, his lips trembling, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

The belated fear, like a cold viper, tightened around his heart.

Tianji Zi, Zhao Jun, and Old Taoist Su Xuan were even more mortified by these words.

They had regained consciousness a fraction earlier than Fu Shenqiong, and although their memories were also incomplete, they vaguely sensed that they had once become demonic Puppets.

Now, being mercilessly exposed by Wang Zhennan, the three of them felt their faces burning, as if they had been publicly flogged.

Tianji Zi hung his head deeply, his graying hair looking particularly desolate in the cold wind, wishing he could bury his face in the ice.

Zhao Jun clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort, his gaze fixed on the snow beneath his feet, not daring to meet Wang Zhennan’s eyes.

Old Taoist Su Xuan’s face turned green then red, and he let out a muffled whimper, a cry of extreme shame and lingering fear intertwined.

They remembered the years they had followed Wang Zhennan, and their former loyalty.

Now, they had almost become the enemy’s Puppets, a burden to their Big Brother, and this strong contrast made them tremble with shame.

“This...” Fu Shenqiong was completely speechless.

Facing Wang Zhennan’s gaze of disappointment, he felt a lump in his throat, which turned into a powerless sigh.

He wanted to explain, but found that he didn’t even have the right to explain; only silence could barely maintain a shred of remaining dignity.

Wang Jizi saw all this, understanding that Wang Zhennan’s anger stemmed from his affection and concern for his former subordinates.

He stepped forward at the opportune moment, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority, breaking the suffocating awkwardness and silence: “Enough, Zhennan.”

“You take these four to find a place to recuperate. Although the Devilish Qi is gone, the damage to their Primordial Spirits cannot be healed in a day; they need quiet nurturing.”

These words were both a comfort to Wang Zhennan and a way to save face for Tianji Zi and the others.

He continued: “The three of us old fellows will guard here. If there’s any disturbance, we’ll inform that boy Wang Qing.”

Wang Jizi’s tone revealed his control over the overall situation and his regard for the younger generation.

Wang Zhennan’s tense expression softened upon hearing this. He naturally understood his father’s intention and knew that now was not the time to pursue the matter.

He nodded heavily, once again suppressing his turbulent emotions, clasped his fists in salute to Wang Jizi, his voice returning to its usual steadiness:

“Then I’ll leave this place to you, Father.”