Immortal Rebellion: Investing in Cause and Effect, Unexpectedly Hijacking Li Muwan's Deal

Hidden Dragon Cliff is located on the back mountain of the Hengyue Sect.

Wang Lin stood before the cliff, staring at the moss-covered stone tablet, making his final struggle.

"Once you take a step forward, there will be no turning back."

His hands were clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, and drops of blood trickled down between his fingers.

Not long ago, he even killed a pursuer from the Teng family who was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, outside Jue Ming Valley.

When searching for his remaining memory fragments, he actually saw Teng Huayuan's ferocious face and even "saw" a scene that drove him mad.

In the scene, his parents are dragged out of their home by the Teng family monks, and his father's kneecap is shattered by a single blow...

Immediately afterwards, the entire Wang family mansion was engulfed in towering flames, and cries of agony filled the air.

This fragment of memory finally settled on a cold, telepathic transmission—it was Teng Huayuan's voice:

"Wang Lin, you little bastard, I'll give you ten days."

If he does not appear before the Teng family's gate to commit suicide and apologize within ten days, then the aforementioned scene will not be an illusion.

Starting with your parents, the entire Wang family will be wiped out!

Upon hearing the news, Wang Lin's eyes widened in fury, and he nearly went mad with rage.

He was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, how could he be a match for the Nascent Soul monster Teng Huayuan?

If they don't go back, the Wang family is doomed.

If I go back, I'm afraid I and the Wang family will still not escape their clutches!

What should I do?

Fortunately, his last shred of reason told him that there was still a chance for things to turn around!

That is—the nameless ancestor of Hidden Dragon Cliff in the back mountain of Hengyue!

Eight years ago,

Following the exchange conference held every twenty years between the Xuandao Sect and the Hengyue Sect,

Park Nam-ja personally arrived, intending to annex the Hengyue faction.

It was only through the earnest request of the sect leader, Master Huanglong, to a mysterious ancestor in the back mountain that the Hengyue Sect was saved from annihilation.

From then on, the patriarch established a rule: any member of the Hengyue Sect could request the patriarch to help them once for a fee, but whether or not he would accept the request depended on the patriarch's mood...

Disregarding everything, Wang Lin traveled continuously for nine days and nine nights, finally sneaking back to the Hengyue Sect.

"Senior, senior, are you awake?" Wang Lin called out to Situ Nan, but Situ Nan did not respond.

Now, recalling that scene that nearly drove him mad...

Wang Lin took a deep breath.

In the end, he still stepped across the boundary of the stone tablet.

The moment he stepped into the boundary, he felt the scenery before him instantly distort.

When his surroundings became clear again, he found himself standing on a stone platform suspended above an endless abyss.

The stone platform was no more than three zhang square.

Beyond the edge lay a swirling, bottomless gray fog.

Not far ahead, a tall, slender figure dressed in a sky-blue Taoist robe stood with his back to him, hands clasped behind his back.

The person didn't emit any aura, yet it made the flow of spiritual energy within Wang Lin's body sluggish.

He had felt the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator from afar.

But compared to the people before them, those Nascent Soul cultivators were like fireflies compared to the blazing sun!

"Thump."

Without hesitation, Wang Lin knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the cold stone surface.

"Ancestor! Teng Huayuan wants to slaughter my entire family! I beg you to save my parents, and save the entire Wang family!"

"I, Wang Lin, am willing to pay any price! I only ask that you lend me your help!"

His voice was terribly hoarse.

The continuous, sleepless travel over several days, coupled with extreme panic, had pushed his mind and body to their limits.

The man in the green robe slowly turned around.

Wang Lin looked up, but couldn't make out the other person's face.

That face seemed to be shrouded in a distorted halo of light.

Only those eyes calmly watched him.

His gaze seemed to pierce through his flesh and blood, reaching the depths of his soul.

"Teng Huayuan, early stage of Nascent Soul, is not worth mentioning."

The man in the green robe spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet it resonated strangely on the stone platform.

"But have you ever considered that even if I could protect your parents for ten or a hundred days..."

But as long as Teng Huayuan lives, and as long as the Teng family exists, your threat will never end.

Wang Lin was startled.

Yes, even if our ancestors could protect our parents for a time, could they protect them forever?

The Teng family was like a knife hanging over his and the Wang family's heads, ready to fall at any moment!

Blood welled up in Wang Lin's eyes, and from the depths of extreme fear, a fierce and resolute intent suddenly surged up.

"Ancestor!" Wang Lin kowtowed again, his forehead striking the stone platform and causing fine cracks to appear on its surface.

"I beg the Ancestor... to take action and destroy the Teng family, and uproot this scourge completely!"

Therefore, even if the price is my life, reincarnation, or everything else, I will never regret it!

Lu Xuan stared at him quietly for a moment, and the corners of his mouth seemed to turn up slightly behind the halo of light.

"Okay." After he uttered this word, a stone table appeared out of thin air on the stone platform.

On the stone table lay an old-fashioned sheepskin scroll.

"The contract is on the table. Sign it."

Wang Lin stood up, walked to the table, and looked at the scroll.

[Party B: Wang Lin]

[Request: Completely eliminate the Teng family and their threat to the Wang Lin family]

[Party A: Request for Execution]

[Consideration: The equivalent value of the loan plus interest, determined by "Destiny," will be paid to Party A as compensation.]

[Using essence and blood as the catalyst, the contract is established and takes effect immediately.]

After glancing at it, Wang Lin did not hesitate at all. He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the contract.

Blood seeped into the parchment and became his name.

The man in the green robe raised his hand, and a wisp of divine thought fell onto the paper. The contract instantly burned, turning into two marks that disappeared into the brows of the two men respectively.

"The contract is complete. Follow me to witness it!"

After Lu Xuan finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve.

Wang Lin felt a sudden dizziness, and the surrounding scenery was stretched into a blurry band of color.

Once he had a firm footing, he immediately saw the familiar courtyard.

The Wang family ancestral home!

I am back!

But the sight before him chilled Wang Lin to the bone.

Dark clouds loomed over the ancestral home, and an old man in a blood-red robe hovered in mid-air.

The pressure from the Nascent Soul stage expert enveloped the entire courtyard as if it were a tangible force.

Father Wang Tianshui and Mother Zhou were protected in the middle by the clansmen, their faces as pale as paper.

Seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Teng family were scattered around, their faces still bearing the sinister smiles of cats playing with mice.

Many of the courtyard walls and some houses have collapsed, and there are large areas of charred marks on the ground.

Clearly, they had already taken action before, and it ended in a crushing defeat for the Wang family.

"Teng Huayuan!" Upon seeing this, Wang Lin rushed out from the corner and roared at the sky.

The old man in the blood-red robe lowered his head. When he saw Wang Lin, a hint of surprise and delight flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Why did he come back on his own?"

But Teng Huayuan didn't think much of it, instead revealing a cruel smile: "You little bastard, why don't you just offer yourself up..."

However, Teng Huayuan's words came to an abrupt halt before he could finish speaking.

Because he saw Lu Xuan behind Wang Lin!

Teng Huayuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

In his consciousness, there was no one else in that area except for Wang Lin!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably would never have realized there was another person there!

This bizarre contrast triggered Teng Huayuan's fighting instincts, causing them to frantically alarm.

"Who are you?" Teng Huayuan forced down his unease and said, "This is a private feud between the Teng family and the Wang family. Please do not interfere. The Teng family will reward you handsomely afterward..."

Lu Xuan didn't even glance at him.

His gaze swept over the Fang family members who were tied together, and the few corpses lying on the ground.

Then he raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at Teng Huayuan, and pointed it in the air.

This finger looks ordinary.

But the hairs on Teng Huayuan's body stood on end!

The Nascent Soul cultivator's instinct for danger began to scream wildly.

He wanted to escape.

But the surrounding space became like solidified amber, and he felt like an insect trapped inside.

Standing next to Teng Huayuan, Gao Qiming, the leader of the Misty Sect, turned around and flew away without hesitation.

He was filled with immense terror:

"Why didn't I foresee this turn of events?!"

"That person seems to be able to shield themselves from the karmic consequences of Heaven!!"

"That's terrifying!!!"

A glimmer of gray light appeared on the fingertips of the man in the green robe.

The gray light left his finger and slowly drifted towards Teng Huayuan.

Although the speed wasn't fast, Teng Huayuan couldn't dodge it.

He frantically summoned his protective magic treasures, but could only watch helplessly as the gray light touched them, and then the treasures shattered silently, one by one, like soap bubbles!

Finally, he watched helplessly as the gray light fell onto his chest.

Teng Huayuan opened his mouth, wanting to scream, but no sound came out.

His body started from his chest,

Flesh and blood, bones, and meridians

Like a weathered sand sculpture, it began to peel away inch by inch, turning into fine sand.

Three breaths, just a short three breaths!

A living, breathing person and a Nascent Soul stage monster were left with only an empty, blood-red robe.

With a gust of wind, the last blood-stained robe was scattered into ashes.

The courtyard was deathly silent.