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Wang Ai's face darkened, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.
If we let him take action, it would mean going up against the Lu family and the Zhuge family, which is really not worth it.
But if we let him give up now, where will his authority as the Ten Elders be? Where will the prestige of the Wang family be?
Luke's Qi grew stronger and stronger, and the soaring Qi light even dispersed the spirit body floating in the air. He grew visibly ten centimeters taller, his muscles bulged, and his clothes became tight. At this moment, he was completely confident that if Wang Ai dared to move, he could smash Wang Ai into thousands of peach blossoms with a single punch.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a blur flashed by, and the old Celestial Master appeared among them, his body radiating a faint golden light.
This is not a natural phenomenon resulting from the Old Celestial Master casting the Golden Light Mantra, but from the Old Celestial Master's cultivation of life reaching an extremely high level.
"You all don't respect this old man at all!"
The old Celestial Master's expression was indifferent, exuding an imposing aura without anger. With a slight step, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
The gale suddenly stopped, and the countless evil spirits seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, retreating one after another, not daring to advance any further. (503 minutes)
Wang Ai's expression turned even more unpleasant. He hadn't expected the Celestial Master to appear at this moment, and he certainly hadn't expected the Celestial Master's aura to be so astonishing.
The old master's gaze was sharp and penetrating, sweeping across the entire room as if he could see into people's hearts.
His every step was on an invisible rhythm, causing the entire arena to tremble.
The golden light, though faint, was as dazzling as the blazing sun, making it impossible to look directly at.
"Gentlemen, for my sake, how about we let this matter drop?"
The old Celestial Master's voice was deep and powerful, resounding like thunder in everyone's hearts.
Wang Ai's clenched fist trembled slightly. He felt the heavy pressure from the old Celestial Master, and an unprecedented fear rose in his heart. He did not expect the old Celestial Master's aura to be so powerful, as if even heaven and earth would tremble.
The atmosphere on the field became extremely tense, with everyone holding their breath, afraid of offending the legendary old master.
His appearance acted as an invisible barrier, firmly suppressing the conflict in its infancy.
Luke withdrew his arms, his body returned to normal, and the pure and powerful Qi also subsided. He said with a smile.
"Old Master, I have no objection, but I'm afraid Old Master Wang won't agree!"
Chapter 78: One Person's Story: Feng Zhenghao's Scheme
The old master looked at Wang Ai and said, "Old Wang, what do you say?"
Wang Ai took a deep breath and then said, "Since the Old Celestial Master has spoken, I have no objection. However, it's a bit unfair that Luke participated in someone else's competition midway through. If everyone does what he does, wouldn't the rules of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony be rendered meaningless? In my opinion, it would be better to remove him from the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony as a warning to others."
Wang Ai was determined to kick Luke out. With her great-grandson in this state, she couldn't openly obtain the Tongtian Talisman, but she couldn't let that little bastard Luke get it either.
In her rage, Wang Ai seemed to have forgotten one thing: the Tongtian Talisman belonged to Lu Jin. If Luke wanted to learn it, given his relationship with Lu Jin, how could he not learn it?
Of course, it's also possible that although he and Lu Jin didn't get along, he trusted Lu Jin's character and believed that he would never give something like the Tongtian Talisman to Luke for no reason, especially after he had already given the Tongtian Talisman as a prize for the Luotian Grand Ceremony.
"Hiss, what Old Wang said isn't entirely unreasonable! Luke, do you have any objections?"
After pondering for a moment, the old master suddenly felt that this was a good idea.
If I just go with the flow, I can eliminate a powerful opponent for that unlucky guy Zhang Chulan. Why not?
Luke raised an eyebrow and said, "Old Master, this isn't fair. I only came to save a player who had already conceded defeat and the soul of a nationally renowned player. From any perspective, I've done nothing wrong!"
At this moment, Feng Xingtong recovered and uttered those belated words.
"Ahem, I admit defeat."
It was only then that Feng Shayan remembered that she had a younger brother, and she quickly helped him up.
Wang Ai looked at Feng Xingtong with a sinister gaze and said, "Admitting defeat now is a bit late, isn't it?"
"It's not too late, not at all, Mr. Wang. Some things are never too late to say."
At this moment, Feng Zhenghao walked over with a smile, bowed to the old master, and then spoke to Wang Ai.
"There are some things that I am very curious about. This spirit-binding and spirit-commanding technique is a unique skill of my Feng family. How come the Wang family also knows it? Moreover, their ability to control spirits is even superior to that of my Feng family? I would like to ask Elder Wang to give me an explanation."
Feng Zhenghao certainly knew how the Wang family came up with the method of summoning spirits and commanding generals. Feng Tianyang wasn't stupid either; he would definitely tell his descendants about this before he died, so that they wouldn't be controlled by others and caught off guard.
But Feng Zhenghao had to pretend he didn't know. He had been preparing for this for many years and couldn't give up halfway. Now was the perfect time to divert the attention of the Feng family to the Wang family regarding one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques: Spirit Binding and Commanding.
His son lost to the Wang family in the art of summoning spirits and commanding generals, which was enough to pull the Feng family out of the limelight of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.
Wang Ai squinted, unsure of what Feng Zhenghao meant.
Shouldn't they have asked me privately about the leak of such a secret technique concerning family heritage?
He had even thought of how to control Feng Zhenghao, but he never expected that Feng Zhenghao would play by his own rules.
"President Feng, the old man will give you an explanation for this matter later. Right now, I want to talk about Luke's matter."
"Then I, Feng, will await Elder Wang's explanation."
Feng Zhenghao nodded, agreeing with Wang Ai's words.
Feng Zhenghao was naturally angry, even furious, that his son had been beaten so badly by Wang Bing. At this point, Wang Bing was already on his death list.
Feng Zhenghao definitely has the ability to make Wang Bing die silently without anyone noticing that he did it, but he has a bigger plan against the Wang family, so at this time he has to show his superb patience and unfathomable cunning.
"Alright, go back and talk about whatever you want. Don't delay the rest of the competition. I hereby announce that Luke's qualification for the competition is retained, Wang Bing wins this match, and Feng Xingtong is eliminated. You may all leave now."
In the end, the dispute was resolved by the old master's word.
Wang Ai's eyes flickered, but in the end she didn't say anything. She simply helped Wang Bing up and walked out.
Wang Bing's dantian was destroyed, but Wang Ai spared no expense to allow Wang Bing to devour his yin spirit and strengthen his qi. He was then cured by a method that permanently consumed qi to restore himself. However, now that Wang Bing has lost three of his limbs, that method would not be able to restore him so quickly even if used. Even if Wang Bing wins this match, he will not be able to continue the competition.
But Wang Ai still endured it, not only because of the old master, but also because he had other plans.
The Wang family's experts have all gathered and are still heading towards Longhu Mountain. Once the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony ends, it will be Luke's death day.
In a corner where no one could see, Wang Ai's eyes flashed with a sinister murderous intent.
The game continued, but Luke had lost interest in watching it because Feng Shayan had dragged him along to take Feng Xingtong to get treatment.
Healing is actually quite simple; all you need to do is invite a spirit to possess you. Feng Zhenghao personally handled this because Wang Zizhong's spirit had not dissipated. Where in the world is there anyone with better medical skills than Wang Zizhong? Even Bi Yuan, who possesses the Ghost Needle technique, is slightly inferior to Wang Zizhong in medical skills. If there is anyone, it would only be the Dual-Hand technique, a unique skill that takes into account both life and death.
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Feng Xingtong's injuries appeared serious, but they were actually just superficial wounds that did not affect the internal organs. After being bandaged, he fell asleep.
After retrieving Wang Zizhong's spirit and properly settling it in (Li Hao's), Feng Zhenghao glanced at his wounded son, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.
As a father, Feng Zhenghao was undoubtedly furious that his son had been injured like this, but he still endured his grandson's suffering.
Soon, soon.
What the Wang family has given to their son, they will repay tenfold or a hundredfold.
A father made a silent vow in his heart.
Immediately, Feng Zhenghao walked to Luke's side, adjusted his glasses, and said...
"Xiao Lu, Old Master Wang won't let this go so easily. You'd better watch out from now on!"
Although he was extremely dissatisfied with the Wang family, Feng Zhenghao still addressed Wang Ai as "Old Master Wang" with great politeness. No wonder he was able to achieve success.
An old saying goes, "A man with thunder in his heart but a calm face can be a general," which probably describes someone like Feng Zhenghao.
Chapter 79: One Person's Story: Fish and Water United, Re-entering the Misty Space
Luke waved his hand and said, "Uncle Feng, don't worry. I'm not bragging, but with my skills, I'm not afraid of anyone except the Old Master. If I want to run, as long as the Old Master doesn't personally intervene, no matter how many people there are, they can't stop me. Let alone the Wang family, even if you add the Lü family, they can't do anything to me. As for you, Uncle Feng, I suppose you've already figured out how to settle accounts with the Wang family, right?"
A glint flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes, and then he said with a smile.
"No, there's no such thing. What accounts do we have to settle between us? Xing Tong and Wang Bing had a fair competition. Xing Tong was simply outmatched. However, we still need to clarify the matter of capturing spirits and commanding generals. It's just a way to put an end to some past issues."
Luke curled his lip. If he believed Feng Zhenghao's words, he would truly be a fool.
There are many intelligent people in Luke's world, but only two people have truly left a deep impression on him.
One is Zhang Chulan, and the other is Feng Zhenghao.
Zhang Chulan is good at playing dumb, while Feng Zhenghao is good at taking advantage of others. They both share a common trait: the ability to bend and stretch.
Sometimes Luke even wonders if Zhang Huaiyi's child was mistakenly registered as Feng's child. In fact, Feng Zhenghao should be called Zhang Zhenghao and Zhang Yude should be called Feng Yude, because Zhang Chulan seems to be Feng Zhenghao's biological son in terms of both intelligence and personality.
Of course, this is just a joke.
Luke had no intention of questioning Feng Zhenghao's plans. Although he wasn't stupid, playing mind games wasn't something he liked or was good at; he was best at fighting.
"Uncle Feng, please feel free to do as you please. It would be best if we could clear up the misunderstanding and make money peacefully, wouldn't it?"
Luke smiled and squinted, but Feng Zhenghao couldn't discern any emotion from his expression.
Feng Zhenghao's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "That's right, harmony brings wealth!"
"Harmony brings wealth"—these four words are indeed a wise saying. A head-on confrontation will only result in mutual destruction. Subtle and gentle approaches are the best strategy. Luke's words perfectly embody the spirit of Feng Zhenghao.
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That evening, in a hotel at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Luke, a powerful martial arts expert, was thrown onto the bed by Feng Shayan without any power to resist.
Looking at Feng Shayan, who was being completely honest with him, Luke felt a surge of passion in his heart.
Feng Shayan's beautiful eyes sparkled with charm as she slowly leaned down. Luke felt the soft touch, his large hands instinctively feeling the steering wheel of the new car.
"lighter!"
Feng Shayan's driving skills are not very advanced; at most, she has only learned some techniques from various educational videos, but there is still a difference between theory and practice.
(The character settings may be slightly different. In this world, Feng Shayan has a wild appearance, but she is still conservative about matters between the sexes.)
Although Luke had done it a few times, he was ashamed to admit that he wasn't very proficient.
"hiss!"
The thrill of driving on the highway goes without saying; anyone who's tried it knows. There's only one word to describe it: exhilarating.
At the beginning, it was as joyful as ascending to heaven.
Luke felt as if he were holding a giant brush, painting on a sheet of white, soft Zobernetic paper. The brush tip was saturated with thick ink, and with each stroke, the ink splattered, leaving mottled marks on the smooth paper.
The paper edge curled up shyly, as if to resist, but was forcefully pressed straight and flattened, allowing the long and sturdy pen to move freely. Horizontal strokes, left-falling strokes, vertical strokes, right-falling strokes, hooks, and turns—every stroke was so vigorous and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper.
But in the midst of the exhilarating writing, a tiny bleed was slowly spreading.