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Feng Zhenghao's voice changed tone.
His voice also carried a hint of wariness.
Could it be that Zhang Yunyuan was also involved when he harmed his grandfather back then?
"To be honest, I was also present when the Wang family interrogated Feng Tianyang during the Jia Shen Rebellion."
Zhang Yunyuan spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
“At that time, the Wang family invited people from all walks of life to witness the execution, and my late master took me with him.”
Feng Zhenghao's pupils contracted violently once again.
He looked at Zhang Yunyuan's young face, which was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and his mind was in complete chaos.
Has he ever met his grandfather?
He must be at least seventy or eighty years old this year, right?!
An old monster who has lived for seventy or eighty years has the face of a young man?
This...this is completely beyond his comprehension!
"I have my reasons for helping you."
Seeing his horrified expression, Zhang Yunyuan continued.
"I heard that among the Ten Elders, the Gao family from the Northeast withdrew for some reason, and now only nine remain."
"If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to do everything I can to help the World Society enter the ranks of the Ten Elders."
"I have known Chairman Zhao Fangxu of the company for many years."
Feng Zhenghao's brain completely shut down.
If the previous full version of the Soul Binding and Commanding technique only gave him a huge shock.
Now, the condition that Zhang Yunyuan offered filled him with an unprecedented, suffocating joy and awe.
That was his lifelong pursuit, the ultimate goal for which he had devoted himself to the World Society and fought tirelessly until now!
And this mysterious young man before him could so casually pave the way to the pinnacle of power for him.
They even brought out the company's chairman, Zhao Fangxu, a big shot!
Feng Zhenghao took a deep breath, then another, barely managing to suppress the excitement that was about to burst forth from his heart.
He dared not show the slightest arrogance or doubt, and bowed deeply and solemnly to Zhang Yunyuan, lowering his posture to the lowest possible level.
"I will never forget your kindness, senior!"
"The Feng family and the Tianxia Association are willing to serve you like dogs and horses!"
He knew that tonight, he had seized an unprecedented and enormous opportunity.
A powerful backer who could change the fate of the Feng family and the World Society.
"Service is not required."
Zhang Yunyuan shook his head; he had already achieved his goal for this trip.
"In the future, you will have your own way of repaying me."
After he finished speaking, his figure, in Feng Zhenghao's horrified gaze, gradually became transparent, like a reflection in water, and finally disappeared silently from the spot.
The office fell silent once more.
Only Feng Zhenghao remained, standing alone amidst the chaos.
He looked ahead at the empty space, feeling the complete and powerful spirit-binding and commanding technique in his mind, and savoring the promise of "helping you enter the ranks of the Ten Elders".
It took him a long time to slowly recover from the immense shock and ecstasy.
He knew that from this night onward, the fates of the World Society and the Feng family would be completely different.
Chapter 138 On Mount Longhu, the Chaos Begins
In the quiet room behind Longhu Mountain, the smoke from the incense burner had stopped.
Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his closed eyes and looked at the figure that had appeared in the room at some unknown time.
"came back?"
Tian Jinzhong, who was standing next to him, was stunned at first, and then his face lit up with great joy.
"Junior Brother Yunyuan!"
Zhang Yunyuan was dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, looking travel-worn, as if he were just a hermit returning from a long journey.
But the expression on his face was as heavy as a boulder pressing on his heart.
He didn't say much, but walked up to his two senior brothers, slowly knelt down, lowered his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.
"Senior brother... I'm back."
"Senior Brother Huaiyi...he..."
Zhang Yunyuan paused, seemingly using all his strength to squeeze out the last three words from his throat.
"He has passed away."
The last vestige of life in the quiet room seemed to have been drained away by those three words.
The joy on Tian Jinzhong's face froze instantly, then shattered inch by inch, turning into ashes.
He was struck dumb, his whole body trembled violently, his lips quivered, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Wha...what?!"
"What...what happened to Huaiyi?! What's going on?!"
Zhang Yunyuan raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and recounted Zhang Huaiyi's final, resolute decision.
From knowing his time was up, to deciding to use himself as bait, to finally fighting to the death and detonating his Nascent Soul, dragging more than ten top experts from various sects, including Yang Lie, the leader of the Tang Clan, into hell.
Throughout the entire narration, his tone was flat and without any ripples, as if he were talking about an old story that had nothing to do with him.
But Tian Jinzhong trembled all over upon hearing this, and tears streamed down his face.
He slammed his fist into his chest with a dull thud, followed by a heart-wrenching, grief-stricken cry.
"He's so foolish!"
"Why don't you come back to the mountain! We'll handle anything, no matter how big! Why?!"
He cried like a child, tears streaming down his face, unlike a man over a hundred years old.
Zhang Zhiwei, who had been silent all along, listened quietly.
His face didn't show much sadness, only a deep weariness, with pain and understanding intertwined in his eyes.
After a long while, he let out a long, long sigh.
"In the end... we've come this far...sigh..."
This sigh seemed to have unloaded a burden that had been suppressed for decades, or it seemed to have carried something even heavier on its back.
Tian Jinzhong's crying gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs in the quiet room.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei's gaze, like two beams of cold lightning, pierced Zhang Yunyuan, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
"What did Huaiyi do with the 'Qi Body Source Flow' in the end?"
Tian Jinzhong also suddenly looked up, his eyes blurred with tears, and stared at Zhang Yunyuan, his expression extremely tense.
Zhang Yunyuan met the Celestial Master's gaze and remained silent for a moment.
He didn't hide anything and frankly said, "Brother Huaiyi gave it to me."
Before he finished speaking, he opened his right palm.
A faint light quietly appeared; it was an indescribable crystal, seemingly real yet ethereal, within which countless runes appeared to come and go, emanating a faint yet incredibly profound and mysterious aura.
This is one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the source of chaos that has driven extraordinary people around the world mad for decades—Qi Body Source Flow.
Tian Jinzhong gasped and instinctively shrank back.
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp as he stared intently at the faint light, his tone more serious than ever before.
"Yun Yuan! Destroy it!"
Zhang Yunyuan was taken aback.
"Ruined it!"
Zhang Zhiwei's voice was somber, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"These Eight Extraordinary Skills are the root of all evil! Look at the past few decades, from the Jia Shen Rebellion to the deaths of the Thirty-Six Bandits, and then to the passing of Huaiyi, which event wasn't caused by them?"
"Let it vanish into nothingness along with Huaiyi; that would be the best solace for the dead and the greatest mercy for the living!"
"Make everyone forget they exist!"
After listening, Zhang Yunyuan simply shook his head slowly, his eyes calm and resolute.
"Senior brother, I can't do that."
"This is not just power, but something that Senior Brother Huaiyi earned with his life; it is proof that he lived."
He paused, his gaze becoming even more profound.
"It is also... a key to certain truths. It should not be destroyed, but inherited and used correctly."
"Use correctly?"
Zhang Zhiwei seemed to have heard a huge joke, and his tone suddenly turned stern.
"Look at this world, who can be 'right'? Wugensheng once claimed to be right, but what happened? The world descended into chaos! Yes, he can."
"You are stubbornly clinging to your delusions, and this will only bring you greater disaster!"
He suddenly let out a low shout.
Before he could finish speaking, the old master suddenly attacked!
He suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and a golden light flashed in his palm. An overwhelming and irresistible powerful suction force arose out of thin air, directly targeting the faint light of inheritance in Zhang Yunyuan's palm!