Cui Ziwen had been an orphan. Both his parents had died when he was young, and he had lived a hard life. He had been bullied in the village since he was young, and he often did not know what to eat. Later on, there was a plague in the village, and many people died. Everyone who came into contact with the plague was infected with it, except for Cui Ziwen. Because he had no food to eat, he had to steal offerings from the graves of those who died of the plague. It was strange that he had never been infected by the plague, even though he dealt with the dead every day. The people in the village all thought that he was the God of Plagues, so they threw him out of the village and forbade him to set foot in the village, or they would burn him to death. The young Cui Ziwen had no choice but to leave the village, which made him sad, with tears in his eyes. He went to live in a temple on a nearby mountain. He would pick wild fruits to fill his stomach every day, and he would steal offerings from the temple on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. That was how he grew up.
Until one day, a zombie appeared in the village at the foot of the mountain, and many of the villagers were bitten. They had no choice but to pay the Taoist priests of the Maoshan Mountain to kill the zombie. They did not expect to find the entire village dead by the time the Taoist priests arrived, and not a single living thing could be found. The Taoist priests quickly returned to the ancestral court in Jiangsu and reported the matter to the sect leader at the time, Lu Ji. Lu Ji was shocked to hear that. It was impossible for a common zombie to be so powerful, and a zombie capable of slaughtering an entire village in a single night was definitely not a common zombie. It was the Maoshan Sect's responsibility to rid the world of evil, so the sect leader decided to go there himself and get rid of that monster.
When the Maoshan Sect leader arrived at the scene to investigate, he found that the zombie had become a monster. If he did not get rid of it soon, there would be no end of trouble. As such, he went to the nearby mountain to check it out himself, and found Cui Ziwen hiding under the offering table and eating offerings.
Lu Ji, the sectmaster of the Maoshan Sect, was able to tell right away that Cui Ziwen was different from most people. His eyes were clear and spirited, and his bones were exquisite. What surprised Lu Ji even more was that there was a cloud of green aura hovering three feet above Cui Ziwen's head. Lu Ji saw that Cui Ziwen's clothes were ragged, and he looked like a beggar at such a young age. His heart was filled with compassion, and in addition to his love for talent, he accepted Cui Ziwen as his last disciple after subduing the zombie.
Cui Ziwen had been practicing diligently ever since he followed Lu Ji to Mao Mountain. In less than three years, he had become the one with the highest cultivation among all of Lu Ji's disciples. He had reached the level of Lu Ji in his twenties at the age of eighteen, and it had only taken him three years to do so. That made Lu Ji very emotional. It was a wise decision for him to accept Cui Ziwen as his disciple. It seemed that the Maoshan Sect had a successor, and it was bound to shine brightly in the future.
Cui Ziwen had been keeping a low profile ever since he became Lu Ji's first disciple. He served the sectmaster diligently every day, helping him deal with trivial matters in the sect. He had been an orphan since he was young, and he had never enjoyed the love of his parents. Lu Ji had been taking care of him meticulously ever since he came to Mao Mountain. To Cui Ziwen, Lu Ji was not just his master; he had long seen the man as his father. Lu Ji loved Cui Ziwen very much, guiding him meticulously. He had thought that he would pass the position of sectmaster of Mao Mountain to Cui Ziwen after he ascended the crane, and he had nothing else to ask of him.
However, the wind did not stop blowing. On the night before Cui Ziwen was to become the next sectmaster of the Maoshan Sect, something major happened in the sect. The sectmaster, Lu Ji, was found dead in his room.
Cui Ziwen was the first to find out about the sectmaster's death. Cui Ziwen went to Lu Ji's room to deliver tea as usual. He knocked on the door and did not hear his master's familiar voice. He thought his master had gone to bed and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the sound of a teacup shattering in the room.
Cui Ziwen was worried about his master, so he quickly opened the door and went in to check on the situation. He found Lu Ji meditating on the bed and the shattered pieces of the teacup all over the floor. Cui Ziwen was puzzled. There was no one else in the room, and his master was meditating. Why would the teacup shatter for no reason? He called out to his master softly, but Lu Ji did not move from his bed and did not answer him. Cui Ziwen was puzzled. Lu Ji's cultivation was so profound that the sectmaster would have been able to hear his footsteps even before he went upstairs. Now that he was right in front of his master, why did it seem like his master did not hear him? Could it be … Cui Ziwen did not dare to think further. He immediately put his hand under Lu Ji's nose. He was surprised to find that his master was no longer breathing.
Could it be that his master was dead? Cui Ziwen thought that it was impossible. His master must have been practicing the Soul Detachment Technique, which allowed his soul to leave his body. That was why he was no longer breathing. At that thought, Cui Ziwen quickly checked Lu Ji's body to see if there were any traces of the talisman being burned. The Soul Detachment Technique was a specialty of the Maoshan Sect, which allowed one's soul to leave their body and enter the underworld. However, the talisman was required for the soul to leave the body, as the soul would have been easily scattered and unable to return to the body.
The Soul Detachment Technique required two talismans. One was the Soul Detachment Talisman, which was used to detach one's soul from the body. The other was the Soul Guide Talisman, which was required to be carried on the person to guide the soul back to the body. Cui Ziwen did not dare to look under Lu Ji's clothes, as that would have been a great disrespect. He had no choice but to look around the bed to see if there were any traces of the talisman being burned. He felt a gust of wind when he lowered his head to look at Lu Ji's back. He quickly turned around to check, but an arm reached out from behind Lu Ji and hit him squarely in the chest. Cui Ziwen did not expect there to be someone else hiding behind Lu Ji. He was sent flying for five steps while spitting blood from that person's attack. He fainted right away.
When he came to, he found himself tied to a chair. All of the disciples and elders of the Maoshan Sect were glaring at him angrily. Cui Ziwen had no idea why he was tied up, nor did he understand why everyone was glaring at him angrily.
Smack! Cui Ziwen was slapped hard on the face before he even realized what was going on. He was seeing stars, and half of his face was swollen right away.
"Tell me, why did you kill the head teacher?" Lu Ji's eldest son, Lu Yuanshan, asked angrily after slapping him.
The head teacher is dead? The head teacher is dead? Lu Yuanshan's words were like a bolt from the blue, which shocked Cui Ziwen greatly. It seemed that Lu Ji's soul had not left his body; he was truly dead.
Cui Ziwen leaned his head on the chair after hearing the news and closed his eyes. Hot tears flowed out of his eyes. The immense grief caused him to tremble all over, yet he was unable to cry out loud.
Ever since his parents passed away, he had suffered all kinds of humiliation, bullying, and beatings. He had fought with wild dogs for food. He had been chased up trees by hungry wolves in the mountains. He had even been scared by the cries of ghosts in the middle of the night, trembling under the altar. Even so, he had never shed a single tear. Now that the head teacher, who had treated him like his own son, had suddenly died, he was unable to hold back the grief in his heart. Tears streamed down his face like rain.
"Stop pretending. You're just crying crocodile tears." Lu Yuanshan said angrily. "You're already the head disciple of the Maoshan Sect. Tomorrow is your coronation ceremony. What are you still not satisfied with? How dare you do such a thing to the head teacher? "Lu Yuanshan slapped Cui Ziwen again as he said that. Cui Ziwen almost fainted from the slap. Blood began to seep out of the corner of his mouth.
"I didn't kill the head teacher." Cui Ziwen endured the immense grief in his heart and the heavy injuries on his body, and told the story in full detail to everyone.
"Bullsh * t!" Lu Yuanshan shouted as he tore off Cui Ziwen's shirt. "See for yourself."
Cui Ziwen looked down and couldn't help but turn pale with fright!
"The Soul-shattering Palm …" Cui Ziwen looked at the black handprint on his chest and gasped. The Soul-shattering Palm was a secret art of the Maoshan Sect. Only the head teacher was qualified to practice it. It was said that when trained to the highest level, the palm technique could shatter the opponent's soul directly.
"What else do you have to say?" Lu Yuanshan was fuming. "Only the head teacher knows how to use the Soul-shattering Palm. The handprint on your body says it all. You spiked the head teacher's tea with Gut Cutting Powder. After the head teacher found out that the tea was poisoned, he used all his strength to hit you. It's a pity that the poison took effect, and he failed to kill you, you traitor," Lu Yuanshan said through gritted teeth.
"I didn't … Pfft!" Cui Ziwen spat out a mouthful of blood. "I … I … I … I …" "Didn't …" "Didn't …" "Didn't …" "Didn't …" "Poisoned." Cui Ziwen's injuries and the fact that he was wrongly accused of killing Lu Ji caused him to be so anxious that blood would come out of his mouth every time he spoke.
"You're about to die, yet you're still so stubborn." Lu Yuanshan pointed at the cup on the table. "The head teacher was killed by the poisonous tea in this cup, and you were the one who brought this tea to him." Lu Yuanshan said angrily, "We've already searched your room and found the Gut Cutting Powder. What else do you have to say? "
"I'll say it again …" Cui Ziwen used all his strength to say, "I didn't kill …" "Master …" After he finished speaking, his vision became darker and darker. The moment he closed his eyes, he heard Lu Yuanshan's words. "Put him in the death row prison first. After the head teacher's funeral, we'll use his head to pay tribute to the head teacher …"
When Cui Ziwen woke up again, it was already midnight. He got up and leaned against the wall of the death row prison. He felt like he just had a nightmare. When he thought of the head teacher who was like a father to him being killed, Cui Ziwen once again fell into sorrow. Why did all this happen? Why did good people not have good karma? Master was so kind, why did he end up like this? Why was his life so hard? Why was he accused of being a murderer? Why did all this happen? Cui Ziwen thought of all these and clenched his fists. The suffering he had suffered since he was young began to appear in his mind. His parents died when he was young. The people in the village saw him as the god of plague and beat him up. Then, his master, who loved him dearly, was killed. His mind began to distort, and his inner demons began to form.
"Hehehe …" Cui Ziwen laughed bitterly. Since ancient times, good people lived short lives, while evil people lived for a hundred years. Since his life was so hard, then he would go against the heavens and change it. His life was his own, not the heavens!
"What happened after that?" Ye Fan heard Ye Yun talk about Cui Ziwen and felt very sympathetic. The scariest thing was not ghosts, but the human heart. That was right.
"After that, Cui Ziwen used two days to recover. He then knocked out the guards and escaped from the dungeon. Apart from Lu Ji, his cultivation was the highest in the entire Maoshan Sect. After he escaped, he stole the Maoshan Sect's treasure, the Secrets of Ascension. After that, he disappeared from Jianghu. The Maoshan Sect sent people to look for him everywhere, but he was like a stone sinking into the sea. Sigh! " Ye Yun sighed and continued, "Three years later, a new sect rose quickly in Jianghu. It was called the Cuiming Hall. The head of Suiming Department was Cui Ziwen. After that incident, Cui Ziwen's temperament changed drastically. He became vicious and merciless, and he was skilled in sorcery. Coupled with the fact that he cultivated the Maoshan's Secrets of Truth, he was even more powerful than Lu Ji, the head of Maoshan back then. After Cui Ziwen returned to Jianghu, he challenged all the major sects with his evil skills and Lu Ji's famous Soul Shattering Palm. He severely injured the Green Pine Taoist of Mount Zhongnan, the Priest of Destiny of Mount Longhu, and the Immortal Purifying Dust of the Chenzhou Sect. The Cuiming Hall was very mysterious. It was spread all over the country, and there were many masters in the sect. Each of the Four Great Protectors under him had unique skills and evil arts. If I'm not mistaken, the master outside should be from the Cuiming Hall. "Ye Yun frowned after he finished speaking.
"The Ye Clan has no grudge with him. Why is he looking for trouble with us?" Ye Fan asked.
"No one can tell the grudges in Jianghu. It's said that the Cuiming Hall prioritizes money. As long as the price is reasonable, they'll even kill the emperor, let alone the Ye Clan," Ye Kong said.
"I never thought that the kind-hearted Cui Ziwen would turn into such a monster," Ye Fan said. "Could the people of the Cuiming Hall know how to use the Hundred Ghosts Parade Formation?"
"That's possible. I heard that the people of the Cuiming Hall collect cultivation manuals and heretical evil arts manuals. The Hundred Ghosts Parade Formation must have fallen into their hands," Ye Kong replied.
"The Cuiming Hall's masters ambushed us before dawn. It seems that the remaining three people who came to kill the Ye Clan are not easy to deal with," Ye Yun said worriedly.
"Grandpa, why are you boosting their morale and diminishing our own?" Ye Fan encouraged Ye Yun. "No matter how powerful the Hundred Ghosts Parade Formation is, it was destroyed by my father's Inversed-Scale Sword in one move. Besides, it's the middle of the night now. We're at a disadvantage for now. But as long as we hold on for four more hours, the sky will be bright. Then, we can go out and fight them. I'd like to see just how powerful the masters of the Cuiming Hall are. "
"Fan 'er is right. Father, don't think too much about it. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Our Ye Family is not to be trifled with." Ye Kong saw that Ye Yun's brows were furrowed and he patiently advised.
"You don't understand," Ye Yun said to Ye Kong and Ye Fan. "The Cuiming Hall never gives up until they achieve their goals. If they fail the first time, they'll try a second time. If they fail the second time, they'll try a third time. They're even harder to deal with than that little brat. I'm worried that even if we survive this ordeal, we'll be hunted down by the people of the Cuiming Hall in the future, "Ye Yun voiced his thoughts.
"Once we're through this ordeal, I'll go meet that Cui Ziwen. I'll chop off his head and hang it in the Ye Clan's courtyard. If anyone from the Cuiming Hall comes, I'll kill them. If two come, I'll kill both. I'd like to see if that Cui Ziwen is a god or if he has three heads and six arms, "Ye Fan said abruptly, stunning Ye Kong and Ye Yun. They never thought that Ye Fan, who usually couldn't even bear to kill an ant, would say something so murderous. After Ye Fan said that, he was puzzled. What was going on? How could he say something like that?
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