The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

The Golden Core Cultivators who had just arrived saw this and were utterly dumbfounded!

Feng Fu, the most powerful man to have just unified the Wangyou Realm, whose reputation shook the world—his own son had just been killed, and not even his Golden Core escaped.

These Golden Core Cultivators from the Qixia Sect all knew, to some extent, just how much Feng Fu doted on his son.

With Feng You dead, they, as Golden Core Cultivators also present at the Yun Gu Sect, could imagine the cataclysm that would follow. They had stumbled into a terrible disaster. In the best-case scenario, they’d be charged with failing to protect him. In the worst, no reason would even be given. The end result would be the same: they would all be killed to vent Feng Fu’s rage.

Instantly, twenty-three of the thirty-three Golden Core Cultivators fled. The remaining ten were all Zhang Jun’s original subordinates.

These fleeing Golden Core Cultivators didn’t even entertain the thought of avenging Feng You to redeem themselves. They couldn’t even defeat Feng You, let alone the Cultivator who had killed him. ’Foundation Establishment cultivation? He must be hiding his true power.’

Li Zhixuan and Zhang Jun were equally shocked.

Neither of them had expected Chen Dong to possess such combat prowess. They both knew he wasn’t hiding his cultivation—he had killed a Golden Core Cultivator while only at the Foundation Establishment stage. And it wasn’t just any Golden Core, but a Daoist. Even if Feng You was the weakest of the Daoists, his strength still far surpassed that of ordinary Cultivators. When they themselves were at the Foundation Establishment stage, such a feat would have been completely unthinkable.

Chen Dong flew down and retrieved Feng You’s Storage Rings. As expected of someone equivalent to a ’Crown Prince,’ the man actually had three of them. Of course, he also collected the Phoenix True Feather.

He then sensed the Six Paths Light Pillars within his sea of consciousness. The Asura Dao’s pillar of light had diminished. Before, using this move would consume half its glow, but now the cost was much lower—only a fifth. ’I must have gotten stronger,’ he thought, ’so the move requires less energy.’

Among the Six Paths Light Pillars, besides the Asura Dao, the other three pillars had nearly doubled in size. ’Looks like my theory was correct,’ he thought. ’The more influential the person I kill, the more the pillars grow. And judging by the increase in the Saint Dao pillar, that guy was no saint.’

But with this one decrease and several increases, the amount of light required by the Asura Dao didn’t seem to have lessened; in fact, it seemed to demand even more now. Chen Dong had been too focused during the fight to notice the changes in his sea of consciousness, so he couldn’t make sense of it at the moment.

Still, the ability was much stronger than before. After his breakthrough into the Extreme Dao, this one move, ”Annihilation,” was not only more powerful but also now had the ability to drain an opponent’s Spiritual Qi.

After assessing these changes, Chen Dong looked up at the two men who had stopped fighting in the air. His brow furrowed as he shouted, ”Xiaoli, hurry up! We don’t have much time!”

Hearing this, Li Zhixuan tensed. He snapped back to his senses and said to Zhang Jun, ”Feng You is dead. Feng Fu won’t let you go. Why not just surrender?”

Zhang Jun laughed miserably. ”Ambush? Defect? They can, but I can’t!”

A sliver of his soul was in Feng Fu’s hands. No matter where he fled, death would be the only outcome.

Feng Fu had originally promised to return his soul after the Yun Gu Sect was destroyed, but he kept delaying. Zhang Jun had started as an ordinary beggar whose fate changed after a chance encounter with Feng Fu. Discovering that he possessed a Top-Grade Thunder Spirit Root, Feng Fu seized a sliver of his soul and arranged for him to join the Yun Gu Sect.

Over the years, he had seen Feng Fu for who he was: hypocritical and despicable. If not for the threat against his soul, he never would have become their spy.

In contrast, his master and fellow disciples at the Yun Gu Sect had treated him with far more kindness. The fact that he, a man with no powerful family or clan to back him, had managed to become a Daoist already spoke volumes.

Before the Yun Gu Sect fell, he spent every day plotting its destruction. Yet, when it was truly gone, he was consumed by immense regret, trapped in a cycle of endless self-blame. Now that the Yun Gu Sect was in his hands, he had no desire whatsoever to manage it. This whole time, he had been kneeling in the main hall before his master’s memorial tablet.

That was why Chen Dong and Li Zhixuan had remained undiscovered for so long.

If Feng You hadn’t insisted on seeing the training grounds of the fast-improving Feng Wei today, forcing Zhang Jun to accompany him, he wouldn’t have taken a single step out of the main hall.

With Feng You dead, he figured Feng Fu wouldn’t spare him. He suddenly felt a sense of release. Turning to the ten Golden Core Cultivators who hadn’t left—who were now channeling their Spiritual Qi as they stood by his side—he said, ”You should flee, too.”

These ten, who had always followed him, seemed to understand his thoughts. ”Daoist,” one cried out in sorrow, ”as long as there is life, there is hope!”

”Yes, Daoist!”

”No matter how strong those two are, there are eleven of us! We still have a chance to fight!”

”Daoist, if we capture them, Feng Fu might not kill you! You have a Top-Grade Thunder Spirit Root, the kind seen only once in a thousand years!”

The more they insisted, the more sorrowful Zhang Jun became. Tears welled in his eyes as he smiled bitterly. ”Daoist? What kind of Daoist am I? The Yun Gu Sect is gone! It was destroyed by me, its so-called Daoist. I am a sinner, and death would be a release.”

Chen Dong and Li Zhixuan exchanged a confused glance. ’Has Zhang Jun been overcome by his inner demons? Is he not going to fight?’

Chen Dong, who had an inkling of the reason, spoke up. ”It seems you and Feng Fu aren’t exactly a team, are you?”

Zhang Jun smiled bitterly. ”A team? You give me too much credit. I’m just a disposable tool.”

Chen Dong smiled faintly. ”If you’re worried about that sliver of your soul, I can help you with that.”