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Chapter 412 What a fine reputable sect!
A massive flood of memories rushed into my mind.
A moment later, Lin Hanzhou reopened his eyes, a hint of amusement and coldness flashing in them.
"Turns out he was just a genius used as a stepping stone..."
The original owner's name was Zhang Han.
He was originally just an ordinary boy from a remote mountain village.
Ten years ago, an elder from the dominant force within a million-mile radius, the Wangshan Sect, passed by and was amazed by Zhang Han's exceptional talent, taking him back to the sect.
Zhang Han lived up to expectations. In just ten years, he rose from an ordinary person to the peak of the Dao Palace Realm, earning him the reputation as the number one genius of the Wangshan Sect in the past hundred years.
The sect leader of Wangshan Sect at the time, who was also Zhang Han's master, doted on him and even publicly announced that he would be accepted as his last disciple, intending to make him the successor to the next sect leader.
However, all of this changed two weeks ago.
The sect leader's biological son, named Wang Tengfei, has always been jealous of Zhang Han's talent and status.
Seeing that Zhang Han was about to break through to the Fourth Extreme Realm and completely solidify his position, Wang Tengfei finally couldn't sit still any longer.
During a sect trial, Wang Tengfei secretly colluded with outsiders to massacre a group of fellow disciples, and then framed Zhang Han with the blood-stained murder weapon and evidence.
The most ridiculous thing is.
The usually kind and gentle sect leader, despite clearly sensing something amiss, chose to acquiesce in order to protect his own son!
In fact, in order to eliminate the root of the problem without bearing the stigma of being a "murderer," they even resorted to such tactics.
The sect leader personally intervened, sealing Zhang Han's cultivation, severing all his meridians, and locking him on the [Soul-Severing Cliff], where he was subjected to the endless torment of the "Nine Netherworld Winds".
It was euphemistically called "Three years of facing the wall in repentance."
But everyone knows that the eerie winds of Broken Soul Cliff can corrode bones and destroy the soul. Even a Dao Palace Realm cultivator will die from exhaustion of soul within a month.
three years?
That would mean he'd be torn to pieces!
"hehe……"
"What a loving father and filial son!"
"What a prestigious and upright sect."
After processing this memory, Lin Hanzhou couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"Zhang Han, Zhang Han, your luck is really not good."
"But now that I'm here, I'll take care of your revenge while I'm at it."
"Perfect timing. I also wanted to ask that old man how the realms in this world are divided."
Although he had a vague concept of realms in his memory, Zhang Han was, after all, just a low-level cultivator who had not yet left the novice village, and had only a superficial understanding of the true high-level realms.
What are Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, Sendai...?
That sounds pretty far-fetched.
But what he urgently needs to confirm now is what level he, an "eighth-order tenth level" from another world, is considered in this world's system.
"First, let's break these cumbersome chains."
Lin Hanzhou's gaze sharpened.
Although the body's meridians were all severed and its dantian was sealed.
However, when he transmigrated, the system had already loaded all his cultivation points for him.
Lin Hanzhou did not use too much force; he only slightly trembled the qi and blood within his body.
boom!
That terrifying power belonging to the peak of the eighth rank was only leaked out in a tiny fraction.
Click! Click! Click!
Those black iron chains, which were said to be so strong that even cultivators at the Fourth Extreme Realm couldn't break free from, instantly snapped into pieces like fragile noodles!
The sealing runes on it didn't even have time to flicker before they exploded into dust.
"call……"
Lin Hanzhou moved his stiff wrists and neck, and a series of cracking sounds came from his body.
He floated slowly in mid-air, ignoring the violent yin winds around him that were powerful enough to tear apart the flesh and blood of cultivators at the Dao Palace Realm.
The cold winds blew on him, but they couldn't even lift the hem of his clothes. Instead, they were directly shattered by the protective laws around his body.
"Next..."
Lin Hanzhou looked up at the thick, dark clouds overhead.
"I should go and pay a visit to my good master."
……
Wangshan Sect is located atop a mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, resembling a blessed land of immortals.
Today, Wangshanzong is decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and is filled with joy.
Countless disciples, dressed in their finest attire, busily moved about the square.
Outside the mountain gate, many small families and sects affiliated with the Wangshan Sect came to offer gifts and pay their respects.
Today is the "Succession Ceremony" for Wang Tengfei, the young sect leader of the Wangshan Sect.
After eliminating Zhang Han, his biggest rival, Wang Tengfei naturally became the sect's sole heir.
On the square in front of the Wangshan Hall.
Wang Tengfei, dressed in a long golden robe and wearing a jade crown, sat regally on the high platform with a radiant face.
Holding a cup of spiritual wine in his hand, he looked at the pairs of awe-inspiring and envious eyes below, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.
"Congratulations, Young Sect Master! Congratulations, Young Sect Master!"
"The young sect leader possesses unparalleled talent; he will surely lead the Wangshan Sect to even greater heights in the future, and its ascension to the status of a 'Holy Land' is just around the corner!"
"Exactly! What is Zhang Han anyway? Just a country bumpkin, how dare he challenge the young sect leader? He deserved to die at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff!"
A group of dependent clan leaders surrounded Wang Tengfei, doing their utmost to flatter him.
Wang Tengfei laughed heartily, his eyes filled with smugness.
"You flatter me."
"That Zhang Hanxin is wicked and has harmed his fellow disciples. As the young sect leader, it is my duty to put righteousness before family."
"Today is my big day, everyone please eat and drink to your heart's content!"
Just then.
Wang Qingtian, the sect leader of the Wangshan Sect who had been sitting upright in the main seat with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.
Although he was over five hundred years old, his blood and energy were still as vigorous as a dragon's, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm. He was a well-known powerhouse within a radius of ten thousand miles.
"Teng'er, remember to avoid arrogance and impetuosity."
Wang Qingtian spoke calmly.
"Although you have eliminated Zhang Han, your cultivation must not be neglected."
"In this world, strength is the only thing that matters."
"Yes! Father's teachings are correct!"
Wang Tengfei quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.
Wang Qingtian nodded in satisfaction.
He felt no remorse whatsoever for sacrificing a talented apprentice to secure his son's future.
The cultivation world is inherently a dog-eat-dog world.
It's just that Zhang Han wasn't born into a good family.
"Alright, the auspicious time has arrived."
"Let's pay homage to the ancestral master and formally bestow titles!"
As the master of ceremonies announced, solemn drum music began.
Wang Tengfei straightened his clothes and prepared to walk towards the altar to receive the "Wangshan Seal," which symbolized the power of the young patriarch.
Right at this moment.
Boom!
A deafening roar suddenly came from the direction of the mountain gate.
Followed by.
Before anyone could react, something had happened.
Then they saw a dark figure standing high in the sky, looking down at everyone present.