The Heng Yue Mountain Range. The Xuan Dao Sect was shrouded in rain. Bursts of lightning descended from the sky, setting off waves of rumbling thunder. The leaves of the dense forest at the foot of the mountain crackled as the rain fell on them.
In this rainy night, a young man with a head full of white hair slowly walked through the forest. His feet stepped on the leaves that were covered in water, creating a series of rustling sounds.
From afar, this person looked at the Xuan Dao Sect's main hall at the top of the Heng Yue Mountain Range. His eyes were calm. After a long time, he turned around and left. This time, his destination was a small mountain village a few hundred kilometers away.
In the middle of the night in the mountain village, apart from the sound of thunder and lightning, there was only the sound of rain hitting the ground. Of course, there were also occasional whimpers from the dogs raised by the villagers, as if they were trying to resist the power of the sky.
However, what they got in return was an even more powerful rumble of thunder.
The entire mountain village was shrouded in darkness. The white-haired young man slowly walked on the small path in the mountain village. As he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar village, his gaze was no longer as cold as before. Instead, it was filled with a deep sense of melancholy. This melancholy could melt ice, because it contained an indelible familial love.
Four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. For cultivators, it might not be a long time, but for mortals, it was like the blue sea turning into mulberry fields. Many of the cottages in this mountain village had been renovated by generations of people, and there were many changes.
This white haired young man was Wang Lin.
He looked at the surrounding houses and his eyes stopped at one place. Wang Lin remembered that there used to be an old locust tree there. When he was a child, he would often read books under this tree and play with his friends.
In the blink of an eye, all of this disappeared.
Wang Lin let out a sigh and slowly walked forward. Not long after, he stopped and looked at a familiar house. His body couldn't help but tremble. From the entrance of the village to here, almost all the houses had changed, but only this place was exactly the same as when he left.
Wang Lin bit his lower lip and pushed open the courtyard door. With a creaking sound, the wooden door slowly opened inwards. After he entered, it slowly closed again.
In the courtyard, under a tarp, there was a wooden table. Around it, there were some small wooden stools. Wang Lin looked at everything in front of him silently. Tears flowed from his eyes.
After a long time, Wang Lin arrived at the side of the house. He pushed open the door and walked in. Everything was the same as he remembered, as if nothing had changed.
At this moment, Wang Lin had a feeling that everything that had happened four hundred years ago was like a dream. But now, he had woken up from his dream. His parents' souls were not in the heaven defying bead. They were not dead, they were in their room, sleeping in the rainy night.
However, with his current Divine Sense, he did not even need to open it to know that there was no one in the ancestral room.
In the main hall of the ancestral house, Wang Lin saw two memorial tablets, one above the other. The tablet at the top was engraved with:
"Wang Tianshui, Zhou Yingsu."
The tablet at the bottom was engraved with: "Eldest son, Wang Lin."
Under these two tablets, there was an incense burner with unlit incense sticks on both sides.
Wang Lin's eyes were filled with sorrow. He picked up the three incense sticks, lit them, and slowly knelt on the ground. He fiercely kowtowed a few times and muttered, "Unfilial son, Wang Lin. Today, I will offer incense to you. Next time I come, I will use the heads of the entire Teng family to build a Teng family skull tower for my parents."
A murderous aura immediately spread out from Wang Lin's body. At this moment, the coldness in the main hall increased. It was several times colder than the rainy night outside.
After standing up, he pondered for a bit and was about to leave. Suddenly, his expression changed and he disappeared.
After a while, a horse carriage could be seen galloping over from a small road in the mountain village. In front of the carriage sat an old man wearing a straw raincoat. The veins on his temples were bulging and his eyes were shining brightly. It was obvious that he was a martial arts expert in the mortal world.
He lashed out with the whip in his hand. With a "pa" sound, the whip landed on the horse. The horse let out a neigh and moved even faster.
The ground was uneven, causing the carriage to shake nonstop. However, the old man seemed to be glued to the carriage and didn't move at all. He would only occasionally shout, "Go!"
Soon, the carriage closed in. The old man let out a roar and grabbed the reins. The horse let out a long neigh and raised its front hooves high into the air. It swayed to the side and finally stopped in front of the Wang family's ancestral home.
The old man leaped off the carriage and respectfully opened the carriage door. A young girl immediately jumped out of the carriage. She was wearing an emerald green robe and her hair was tied up in a bun. She looked quite pretty.
After the girl came down, her body trembled. It was clear that the cold of the rainy night had invaded her body. However, she didn't care and took out an umbrella. She opened it and said, "Miss, we've arrived."
A beautiful figure came out from the carriage and slowly came down to stand under the umbrella.
This girl's face was pale and had a sickly beauty to her.
The moment she came down, her body trembled. The little girl quickly took out a purple coat from the carriage and put it on the girl with the help of the old man.
At the same time, the little girl said with dissatisfaction, "Miss, it's raining so hard today. Why did you insist on coming here? Isn't it the same tomorrow?
Miss, your body is weak. If you catch a cold, what will you do? "
Even the old man driving the carriage had a look of love in his eyes, but there was also a hint of blame in his eyes.
The young miss chuckled. As she walked forward, she whispered, "You don't understand. Before grandfather passed away, he said that every year on this day, no matter what happens to the Wang family, the direct descendants must come here to pay their respects. This is a tradition."
The little girl was still dissatisfied and said, "Miss, this place is so far from the capital, so why do we have to come here every year? Could there be a story behind this?
I heard from some of my sisters that this place used to be a branch of the Wang family. "
The young miss smiled and stopped the old man from opening the door. Instead, she personally opened the door and said, "This is your first time coming with me, so of course you don't know. If there is a chance in the future, I'll tell you."
After entering the courtyard, the three of them did not linger. Instead, they directly pushed open the door to the house and walked in. Inside the room, the little girl put away the umbrella and shook off the raindrops. She held it in her hand and looked around curiously.
As for the old man, he stood at the door and didn't say anything.
The young miss took a deep breath and walked into the main hall. Just as the little girl was about to follow, she was stopped by the young miss and said, "You and uncle Li wait outside. I'll go in myself."
The little girl immediately pouted, but she obediently nodded.
Xiao Juan sweetly smiled and coughed a few times before slowly walking into the main hall.
After entering the main hall, the young miss looked at the two memorial tablets on the shelf. She took out a cushion from the side and knelt down on it. After lightly kowtowing a few times, she picked up an incense stick and was about to light it when her hand suddenly trembled. She stared at the three incense sticks that were about to burn out and was about to cry out in alarm. Suddenly, a cold aura filled the entire main hall. Cold sweat appeared on the young miss' forehead and she didn't dare to move. She had a feeling that if she moved, she would die on the spot.
She saw a white-haired youth slowly walk out from the shadows of the main hall.
Wang Lin glanced at the young miss and said, "Whose descendant are you?"
The young miss revealed a look of fear. Her body trembled from the cold aura, and even her voice trembled.
She said, "You … Who are you?
Why are you in the Wang family's ancestral home … "
Wang Lin looked at the young miss and waved his right hand. The cold aura around them disappeared and was replaced with a bit of warmth. The young miss felt her body warm up and no longer trembled. Instead, she revealed a look of shock as she stared at Wang Lin. However, her right hand secretly touched her waist.
Suddenly, a powerful palm wind came from outside. At the same time, the old man driving the carriage leaped into the main hall. However, almost as soon as he entered, his body trembled, and his body involuntarily fell to the ground, unconscious.
The young miss' expression changed.
Wang Lin didn't even look at the old man on the ground and calmly said, "I'll ask you again, whose descendant are you?"
In reality, the moment he saw this ancestral home, he was already suspicious. After 400 years, if no one took care of this ancestral home, it would have been impossible for it to be maintained until now. Also, according to his observations, this house was not the same as the one from back then. It was clear that it was rebuilt by someone.
The young miss revealed a look of determination as she gritted her teeth and said, "My father is Wang Yunfei. Since you followed me here, why ask a question you already know the answer to!"
Wang Lin frowned and asked, "What is the relationship between you and the person with the memorial tablet in this house?"
My ancestor's brother's entire family. "
The young miss was very suspicious. If this person was an assassin sent by her father's enemy, why would he ask such a strange question?
Wang Lin's heart trembled. He looked at the young miss and his voice was no longer calm. Instead, he softly said, "What is your ancestor's name?"
"Ancestor Wang Tiantu …" The young miss hesitated for a moment and softly said. She felt that the person in front of her was very strange.
When Wang Lin heard this name, his body immediately trembled and he muttered to himself, "Fourth Uncle …" In the entire Wang Clan, the person that Wang Lin missed the most besides his parents was his Fourth Uncle. At this moment, hearing the news about his Fourth Uncle, Wang Lin's emotions couldn't help but become agitated.
The scene of his Fourth Uncle in the past immediately replayed in his mind. After a long time, Wang Lin deeply sighed and looked at the young miss with an indescribable emotion. It was as if he was looking at his own descendant. He warmly said, "Your ancestor … How old was he when he passed away?"
The strange expression in the young miss' eyes became even stronger. She softly said, "Ancestor passed away when he was ninety-eight years old. When he was middle-aged, he caught the eye of an immortal from the Floating Mist Sect. After he left the sect, he established his foundation in the capital and became one of the imperial family's consecrators. My Wang Clan also developed in the capital from that time until today."
A trace of gratification appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. After a moment of silence, he warmly said, "Fourth … Your ancestor's son, Wang Hu, also passed away?"
The young miss revealed a shocked expression and said in a surprised voice,
"You … How did you know? The ancestor's son, Wang Hu, also … also passed away three years after the ancestor passed away.
After four hundred years, things remained the same, but the people had changed. After hearing the news about his Fourth Uncle, Wang Lin's heart was greatly moved. After a long time, he looked at the young miss and slowly said, "There is an extreme Yin Qi in your body. Was your mother injured by someone when she was pregnant with you?"
The young miss stared blankly at Wang Lin. Her heart was in turmoil. If one were to carefully investigate what he had just said, they would be able to find some clues. However, very few people knew the cause of the extreme Yin injury in her body. They only knew that she was weak and sickly since she was a child.
The young miss looked at Wang Lin and said with a trembling voice, "You … Who are you?"
She had already loosened up on the idea that this person was an assassin sent by her father's enemy. If he was an assassin, how could he know so many things?
Wang Lin waved his right hand and a cyan Qi suddenly appeared on the young miss's forehead. This cyan Qi became more and more dense and finally floated out from her Tianling acupoint. When Wang Lin waved his hand, the cyan Qi immediately dissipated.
The young miss suddenly felt her body heat up. The stubborn illness that had plagued her for 20 years had unexpectedly disappeared with a wave of his hand. This immediately made her think of a legendary person.
"You … You are an immortal?" The young miss bit her lower lip.
"An immortal … I guess."
Wang Lin chuckled. Seeing that his Fourth Uncle had a descendant and seemed to be developing quite well in the capital, Wang Lin's gloomy heart couldn't help but feel a trace of gratification.
Wang Lin pondered a little, looked at the young miss, and slowly said, "Speaking of which, I should be your ancestor. Back then, I made a promise with my Fourth Uncle. If I succeed in cultivating, I will protect his descendants to repay him for giving me the gift of becoming an immortal."
With that, he slapped his bag of holding and took out a few bottles of pills. He said, "There are a total of 72 pills in here. Every direct descendant can only take one in their lifetime. Don't be greedy. As for you, you can take three."
After handing the bottle to the young miss, Wang Lin pondered a little more. He pointed at the young miss's forehead and took out a drop of blood. Then he slapped his bag of holding and took out a jade slip. With a thought, he left a trace of his Ji Realm imprint on it. Then he said with a cold gaze, "I left a trace of my Divine Sense in this jade slip. No cultivator in the country of Zhao will be able to survive the attack of this jade slip. However, this jade slip can only be used three times. Before you die, this jade slip will remain in your hands. Only the direct descendant of the Wang family can open it!
Use it carefully and take care of yourself. "
After throwing the jade slip to the young miss, Wang Lin waved his sleeves and disappeared.
The young miss stared blankly at the pill and jade slip in her hand. She felt like she was dreaming. At this moment, the old man on the ground slowly opened his eyes. He looked around in confusion and his eyes lit up. He stood up and asked, "Young miss, what just happened?"
At this moment, the young miss with the umbrella rushed in from outside. After seeing that the young miss was fine, she let out a sigh of relief. Her face turned red and she said, "Young miss, Cui Er was too tired and fell asleep unknowingly."
When the old man heard this, his expression became ugly. He clearly felt the young miss send out a signal, but the moment he entered the main hall, he fell asleep uncontrollably.
"I'm fine. Don't think too much. Let's go back to the capital."
The young miss took a deep breath and stood up. The sickly expression on her face disappeared and was replaced with a healthy red color.
The old man was the first to notice the abnormality. He looked at the young miss in shock and said, "Young miss, you … At this moment, the young miss also noticed the abnormality and her eyes revealed a look of disbelief.
The young miss smiled sweetly and didn't say anything. She turned around and looked at the two tablets on the shelf. Her gaze lingered on Wang Lin's tablet for a while before she turned around and left.
With her intelligence, she had a guess in her heart. However, this guess would require her to go back to the capital and check the family tree to be sure. She believed that this time, her father would take some time out of his busy schedule to carefully check the family tree with her.
After leaving the mountain village, Wang Lin's gentle expression disappeared and became ferocious. His entire body emitted a powerful killing intent as he flew through the air. He had already made up his mind.
If he directly killed Teng Huayuan, then all of his descendants would scatter. That would prevent Wang Lin from fulfilling his 400 year dream of exterminating his entire family.
Most importantly, if he killed Teng Huayuan so cleanly, then Wang Lin wouldn't be able to vent the hatred in his heart. He wanted Teng Huayuan to watch his descendants die one by one. He wanted to make Teng Huayuan endure the pain of the world before taking their souls to get his revenge.
He spread out his divine sense and covered the entire country of Zhao. He easily found Teng Family City where Teng Huayuan was. A shocking killing intent flashed through Wang Lin's eyes as he charged out like lightning.
When he was 10,000 kilometers away from Teng Family City, Wang Lin stopped. He slapped his bag of holding and took out a formation flag. He inserted it into the ground and with a wave of his hand, the formation flag disappeared without a trace.
Then, Wang Lin moved again and inserted 16 formation flags around Teng Family City. He coldly stared at Teng Family City and revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile. He softly said, "From today onwards, Teng Family City can only be entered and not exited!
Teng Huayuan, my, Wang Lin's, revenge has only just begun! "
His eyes were cold. His hands formed a seal and he immediately floated into the sky. In the air, he let out a low shout. His hands quickly pointed at his body several times. Then, a green aura rose from his Zifu and instantly wrapped around his body. Then, behind him, a virtual image of an ancient Fiendgod slowly condensed.
Wang Lin knelt down on one knee. He bit the tip of his right hand, flicked a drop of blood, and shouted, "Teng Li's soul, appear!"
Suddenly, the image of the demon god opened its eyes and chewed on the drop of blood that Wang Lin had flicked out. Then, it spat out a weak, green light.
The green light slowly descended and was caught by Wang Lin. At the same time, the image of the demon god gradually disappeared.
This was a small technique that Wang Lin had obtained from ancient god Tu Si's memories. Anyone who was killed by him could use this technique to summon their soul back from the void. However, it only lasted for half an incense stick of time.
The soul that returned would have no memories, only some instinctive reactions. From Ji Shentu Si's point of view, this technique was useless. It was only used to temporarily increase the power of magic treasures.
However, the moment Wang Lin saw this technique, a series of thoughts of revenge appeared in his mind.
Holding Teng Li's soul, Wang Lin took a deep breath and spread out his divine sense to cover the entire country of Zhao. Slowly, according to the reaction of Teng Li's soul, bright spots began to appear in Wang Lin's divine sense. Each of these bright spots represented a person with the blood of the Teng family.
These people, whether they were direct family members or branch family members, even the children of the Teng family's women and other people's children, slowly appeared in Wang Lin's divine sense.
It could be said that as long as one had a trace of the Teng family's blood, they would appear in Wang Lin's divine sense.
Exterminating a family wasn't as simple as killing all the Teng family members. It was erasing the entire Teng family bloodline from the roots!
Only this was worthy of being called exterminating a family!
Gradually, more and more bright spots appeared. The smile on Wang Lin's face became more and more cruel. 400 years ago, the number of descendants of the Teng family had reached a certain number. With the help of Wang Lin's divine sense, he immediately memorized the soul fluctuations of these people.
After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Teng Li's soul that was burned by Wang Lin's incense stick slowly dissipated.
Wang Lin slapped his bag of holding and the mosquito beast appeared. Wang Lin stepped on the mosquito beast and his divine sense locked onto the nearest sect. His divine sense found that there were seven people with the Teng family's soul fluctuations.
Teng Xuan was one of the sixth generation descendants of the Teng family. He had reached the early stage of Core Formation. Aside from his surname being Teng, there was another reason. He was the disciple of a Nascent Soul ancestor of the Tian Dao Sect.
The Teng family had a total of six disciples in the Tian Dao Sect. These six people all held high positions. Of course, the one with the highest position was still Teng Xuan.
After all, the other five people were only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Teng Xuan was very satisfied with what he had right now. Whether it was his cultivation partner or his status, he was very satisfied. Although all of this was nothing to the core members of the Teng family, Teng Xuan knew that he couldn't compare to them.
Even among the countless members of the Teng family, how many could compare to the geniuses of the heavens? Teng Xuan knew his own limits. He only hoped to reach the late stage of Core Formation in his lifetime. That would be enough.
Today, his little sister, Teng You, came from the He Huan Sect to reunite with him. Thinking about his little sister, Teng Xuan's lower abdomen burned. There was a very secretive secret between him and his little sister.
When the two of them were young, they already had an intimate relationship. This kind of relationship had been maintained to this day. Although Teng Xuan knew that his little sister's surname was Yin Dang, and after she grew up, many people in the clan had tasted the sweetness of it, and there were even some uncles who had an ambiguous relationship with his little sister, he did not care. When he thought of the various secret techniques his little sister had learned in bed, he could not help but let his imagination run wild.
With a burning heart, he quickly arrived at the pavilion in the back of the mountain. He opened the door and a seductive body fell into his embrace.
Wang Lin quickly flew until he saw the sect at the top of the mountain. He saw the three words "Tian Dao Sect" on the top of the mountain.
Wang Lin didn't stop at all and charged up. A light suddenly flashed and the defensive formation was activated. Wang Lin didn't even look at it. He slapped his bag of holding and the restriction flag appeared in his hand. He shook the flag and dozens of restrictions flew toward the light.
Without any hesitation, the light suddenly shattered. At the same time, the entire mountain of the Tian Dao Sect began to tremble. Countless pieces of rocks fell down and dust filled the air.
In an instant, the Nascent Soul ancestors of the Tian Dao Sect came out from their closed door cultivation and looked at the sky with shock.
The mosquito beast under Wang Lin's feet seemed to feel its master's killing intent. It let out a roar and charged down. The Nascent Soul cultivators secretly complained. Just as they were about to take out their magic treasures to fight, Wang Lin spread out his divine sense and immediately suppressed the entire Tian Dao Sect.
"I have a personal grudge with the Teng family. Those who block my way, die!"
Wang Lin had already added a bit of his divine sense into this voice. The voice came from the sky, and the lower it went, the louder it became. Finally, it was like an earth-shattering roar. The Nascent Soul cultivators all coughed out blood and their eyes were filled with fear.
At the same time, Wang Lin jumped down from the mosquito beast and spread out his divine sense. He immediately stared at one of the Tian Dao Sect disciples on the square. This person was very young and his face was filled with fear.
Wang Lin let out a bloodthirsty smile. He waved his right hand and that person's body involuntarily floated into Wang Lin's hand. That person's hands were tightly gripping his neck as if he wanted to say something. Unfortunately, his surname wasn't Teng!
Wang Lin squeezed his right hand, and after a few cracking sounds, the young man's eyes immediately popped out and he died. At the same time, Wang Lin waved his left hand and a soul flag appeared in his hand. That person's soul immediately flew out from his head and landed in the soul flag.
Wang Lin threw that person's body behind him and immediately took out a long dragon tendon from his bag of holding. The tendon was tightly wrapped around the person's body, and the mosquito beast held the other end of the tendon in its mouth.
All of this happened in front of the Tian Dao Sect. Wang Lin did it cleanly and without any hesitation. After killing one person, he charged into the main hall and saw a young man with a face filled with grief and anger. His fist was clenched, but from now on, he would never have the chance to release it.
This was because his surname was Teng!
Wang Lin's right hand slammed down on that person's head. With one slap, that person's internal organs shattered and his soul was sucked into the soul flag.
There was no mercy in Wang Lin's eyes as he suddenly moved. This time, the Nascent Soul ancestors of the Tian Dao Sect couldn't just sit by and watch. One of them, a red-faced old man, appeared in front of Wang Lin. Although he was terrified, he still shouted, "Fellow cultivator, stop! We can talk this out!"
Wang Lin didn't even look at that person. His Ji Realm Divine Sense moved and his body flashed. The red-faced old man's eyes revealed a grey glow and his divine sense immediately shattered. Then, when Wang Lin passed by him, Wang Lin slapped the old man's Nascent Soul, causing the old man and his Nascent Soul to explode into pieces of flesh that fell to the ground.
A voice as cold as winter came out of Wang Lin's mouth and said, "Anyone who tries to stop me will have the same crime as the Teng family!"
The surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators' hearts trembled and they stopped moving. They didn't dare to move forward.
Wang Lin left the main hall and quickly flew toward the Heaven Dao Sect's pavilion. The Nascent Soul cultivators all hesitated for a bit. One of them quickly took out a piece of jade, imprinted a message on it, and threw it out. The piece of jade quickly flew off into the distance and disappeared.
After that, the Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, clenched their teeth, and followed Wang Lin. Although they didn't dare to stop him, if they didn't have the courage to chase after him, then they wouldn't be worthy of being Nascent Soul ancestors.
A beautiful woman flew toward the Tian Dao Sect's alchemy room with a panicked expression. She didn't want to die.
However, how could she compare to Wang Lin's speed? The moment she arrived at the alchemy room, Wang Lin appeared. He waved his hand and the woman's body involuntarily flew backward. She let out a scream as she landed in Wang Lin's hand.
Her eyes were filled with fear. She didn't want to die, but her surname was Teng!
After mercilessly crushing the woman's neck and collecting her soul, Wang Lin threw the body behind him. The dragon tendon once again wrapped around the body. This time, there were three corpses wrapped around the dragon tendon.
Wang Lin didn't stop moving. Of the four people left, two were in the back mountain, and the other two were rapidly flying. One of them was about to leave the Tian Dao Sect's mountain peak.
Wang Lin's eyes were cold. His body moved, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the Tian Dao Sect's mountain peak. He saw a young man in black flying with a terrified expression. Occasionally, he would look back.
However, he would never be able to turn his head back, because his surname was Teng!
Wang Lin flicked his finger and it landed on the man's chest. The man's body immediately trembled and he died. Wang Lin collected the soul and tied up the body. Then, he flew toward his next target.
The Nascent Soul cultivators following behind him became even more terrified. They all thought, "When did the Teng family offend such a fiend?"
This fiend's cultivation was heaven-piercing and killing Nascent Soul cultivators was as easy as blowing off dust. However, instead of going after Teng Huayuan, he started killing the Teng family's descendants. It was clear that he had a deep hatred for the Teng family and wanted to wipe out the entire Teng family.
The Nascent Soul cultivators felt a chill in their hearts and couldn't help but slow down.
Wang Lin's eyes were still as cold as ever. A sliver of killing intent slowly spread out from his body. He let out a gloomy smile and locked onto the fifth person!
This person was the oldest of the group. His hair was all white, but his cultivation level wasn't high. He was only at the peak of the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
He didn't reveal any panic or anger on his face. Instead, he flew forward with a serious expression. As he flew, he took out several pieces of jade and sent them out one by one.
However, his fate was already decided because his surname was Teng!
When Wang Lin appeared before him, he suddenly stopped flying. He looked at Wang Lin with a gloomy expression and quickly said, "What kind of hatred does senior have with my Teng family? There must be a mistake …"
Wang Lin didn't say a word. Without waiting for him to speak, he waved his hand and a black flying sword flew out from his bag of holding. The flying sword pierced through the person's chest. In the blink of an eye, the person's body turned black and he died.
After collecting the soul and tying up the body, Wang Lin's body flashed and he flew toward the back mountain.
Every time Teng Xuan and Teng You were having sex, they would activate the formation in the back mountain to hide their presence. Although they wouldn't be able to detect what was happening outside, it was extremely safe.
After all, he and Teng You were brother and sister. If this matter was discovered by others, his reputation would definitely be ruined. Although there were many people who had sex with Teng You and there were quite a few from the Teng Clan, this kind of thing was only known by everyone and no one would spread it. However, if he was caught in bed, it would be a different story.
As a result, he didn't know what was happening in the outside world. All he could see was Teng You's beautiful face and alluring body.
After letting out a few heart-wrenching roars, Teng Xuan charged forward like crazy as if he wanted to tear Teng You apart. As for Teng You, she immediately used the He Huan Sect's secret technique. The two of them reached the limit of their carnal desires at almost the same time.
It has to be said that compared to the other five, Teng Xuan and Teng You were the luckiest. Although they were going to die, at the very least, they would die after enjoying their carnal desires.
Teng Xuan took a few deep breaths and climbed up from Teng You's body. However, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. He turned around and found that there was another person in the room.
His heart trembled. Just as he was about to speak, that person's eyes lit up. This was the last thing he would see in his life.
As for Teng You, when she opened her beautiful eyes, she saw Teng Xuan's head fall to the ground. She was startled and immediately let out a scream. However, this scream was not as pleasant as the moans from before. At the same time, this was the last sound she would make in her life.
They were destined to die because the two of them were named Teng!
After killing the two of them and taking out their souls, Wang Lin walked out of the pavilion. Outside the pavilion, the Nascent Soul ancestors of the Heavenly Dao Sect all remained silent.
Wang Lin didn't even look at them. He jumped into the air and landed on the mosquito beast. There were seven corpses tied up by the dragon tendon in the mosquito beast's mouth.
Wang Lin didn't stop. He quickly left the Heaven Dao Sect on the back of the mosquito beast. In the distance, the seven corpses tied up by the dragon tendon were like the tails of a peacock. They gave off a bloody aura.
It wasn't until Wang Lin's figure disappeared into the horizon that the Nascent Soul ancestors let out sighs of relief. They were all covered in sweat and one of them softly said, "The Teng family is finished …" Another person muttered to himself, "Not only the Teng family, but the entire country of Zhao is going to change …" Then he took a deep breath and said to the Heavenly Dao Sect's head teacher, "Pass down my order.
"Pass down the order. Recall all the disciples who are training outside. All businesses related to the Teng family are to be stopped immediately. The disciples who went out to train and cultivated with the women of the Teng family … cut all ties with them and expel them. From now on, the Teng family's business has nothing to do with the Heaven Dao Sect!"
After killing the seven people from the Teng family, Wang Lin's eyes were still cold. To do something like exterminating a family, one must have a firm heart. If one had the slightest bit of womanly thoughts, they wouldn't have been able to act decisively. After all, exterminating a family was not something that everyone had the determination to do.
Wang Lin's next target was a sect tens of thousands of kilometers away. There were a lot of Teng family descendants there, a total of nine Shi San's!
Wang Lin wasn't in a rush. He wanted to slowly kill them. He wanted Teng Huayuan to struggle with the pain of losing his family members but not being able to go out and save them. He wanted Teng Huayuan to feel the pain of wanting to dig out his chest and see if his heart was broken!
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