Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 263 - 264: Founding Elder (4th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 263: Chapter 264: Founding Elder (4th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Such poisonous magic, initially Chu Fengmian disdained to use it, but Fang Xiandao had truly provoked Chu Fengmian’s wrath, and killing him was too lenient a punishment.

Chu Fengmian wanted him to suffer a fate worse than death.

Countless flames of bone marrow began to refine Fang Xiandao’s body, turning it into a black bead. Within this black bead, the screams of Fang Xiandao continued to echo relentlessly.

The eternal flame inside this black bead would forever burn Fang Xiandao, tormenting him just like the Spiritual Artifact, perpetually subjecting him to pain.

"Demon! Chu Fengmian is absolutely a demon lord!"

"Such evil magic; if we don’t kill him now, he will definitely become a disaster in the future!"

Cheng Xiantian and Tang Jiansheng both spoke out, yet none dared to move a step forward.

The screams of Fang Xiandao continued to emanate from the black bead, instilling fear in everyone and making them dread that they might be the next Fang Xiandao.

"Stop!"

A deep voice suddenly resounded; the world seemed to transform into an ink-painted realm, where mountains and rivers were all ink-painted.

A figure gradually condensed from the ink.

"Creating such a disturbance in the Wusheng Academy, what kind of behavior is this!"

The figure from the ink slowly turned into an old man with white hair, thoroughly aged, his skin like dry bark, seemingly on the verge of falling apart at any moment.

Yet, the Spiritual Power emanating from him did not weaken from his aging; on the contrary, it was incredibly robust, more potent than anyone present there.

Seeing this elder blocking a sword strike from Chu Fengmian, Chu Fengmian did not continue his attack; instead, he observed the old man, feeling a shock in his heart.

The elder’s Spiritual Power was profoundly immense, far surpassing anyone present, definitely at the ninth level of Divine Power, perhaps even at the pinnacle of Divine Power.

Just like Chu Fengmian’s mentor, the Xuanbei Sage, missing only the passing through the great calamity of life and death to achieve the realm of Life and Death.

"It turns out there’s such a figure in the Wusheng Academy; seems I have underestimated this place a bit."

Chu Fengmian looked at the elder and murmured to himself while the Ancient Dragon Turtle also transmitted a message to Chu Fengmian.

"Young Master, this guy is at the pinnacle of a Sage; neither of us is his match together, we must be cautious."

"Ink Saint."

"Founding Elder."

Lei Che, Cheng Xiantian, and Tang Shengjian, upon seeing this elder, hurriedly spoke out as if they had seen a lifesaver.

"Founding Elder, it is this young man causing chaos in the Wusheng Academy, today we request the Founding Elder to take action, to suppress this young man..."

"Nonsense!"

Before the three could finish speaking, the Ink Saint suddenly slapped a palm forward, transforming it into a burst of Spiritual Power that struck directly on their faces.

"When has the Wusheng Academy ever been in such disarray? This young saint should also be from our Wusheng Academy; as people of the same academy, how can we kill each other."

The slap from the Ink Saint on the faces of the three from the Wusheng Academy looked extremely bizarre to countless onlookers.

The Ink Saint, a legendary figure in the Wusheng Academy, was one of its founders, known as the Founding Elder. It was specifically because he had initially worked together with others to create the Wusheng Academy.

Many thought the Ink Saint had long since perished, but to everyone’s surprise, such a legendary figure had now appeared.

Moreover, upon appearing, he did not act against Chu Fengmian but instead reprimanded the three from the Wusheng Academy.

This left everyone confused, even Chu Fengmian himself was slightly stunned, not understanding why the Ink Saint was so courteous to him.

Lei Che, Cheng Xiantian, and Tang Shengjian, having been struck, did not dare to utter a sound; though they were Sages of the Wusheng Academy, the Ink Saint had been a Sage and a legend when they had first entered the academy.

Even if they were beaten, they dared not resist, not even utter a single word.

"What is the name of this young Saint, and from which hall of our Wusheng Academy does he come?"

The Ink Saint asked the three of them; he often secluded himself and was naturally unfamiliar with their affairs, let alone someone like Chu Fengmian who had only emerged in recent months.

"Reporting to the founding elder, his name is Chu Fengmian, and he is a disciple of Xuanbei Saint."

Lei Che replied respectfully.

"A disciple of Xuanbei, oh? Xuanbei has already gone to pursue the realm of life and death, to endure the great calamity of life and death, no wonder there’s trouble."

Hearing this, the Ink Saint nodded and said. Although he did not concern himself with worldly affairs, he could naturally analyze that if Xuanbei Saint were present, today would not have ended up like this.

"There’s infighting within Wusheng Academy, Lei Che, as the dean, you cannot avoid responsibility."

The Ink Saint looked at Lei Che and coldly exclaimed, then turned his head to look at Chu Fengmian and said.

"Let’s stop here for today’s matters, Chu Fengmian, you have caused enough trouble, now it’s time to stop."

"En?"

Listening to the Ink Saint’s words, Chu Fengmian pondered and suddenly spoke.

"Let me stop, yes, but I must have two conditions."

Chu Fengmian spoke in a calm tone.

"Conditions? Chu Fengmian, aren’t you being too excessive? The Ink Saint has already given you face, and you dare to make demands?"

Cheng Xiantian said furiously.

"Cheng Xiantian, if you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful you end up just like Fang Xiandao! I want to kill you, as easy as slaughtering a dog!"

Chu Fengmian laughed heartily, looking at Cheng Xiantian and said.

Hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, Cheng Xiantian nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to believe that even in front of the Ink Saint, Chu Fengmian still dared to be so arrogant.

But, regarding Chu Fengmian’s words, he dared not retort, fearing becoming the second Fang Xiandao, for killing him was not a difficult task for Chu Fengmian.

"Tell me, what are your conditions?"

The Ink Saint raised an eyebrow, seemingly about to anger, but he held back, and said.

"As long as the conditions are not too excessive, this old man will agree."

"Simple, the first condition, it’s him."

Chu Fengmian extended his hand, pointing at Yan Mang and said.

"I want to kill him now, and you cannot stop me."

"What?"

"You want to kill our Sect Leader!"

"Chu Fengmian, don’t be too arrogant!"

"Devil! This guy has turned into a devil! What are you waiting for, quickly kill him!"

Countless disciples of Zhuyan Sect shouted frantically, erupting in loud roars upon hearing that Chu Fengmian wanted to kill Yan Mang.

"Oh? Now I’ll change the condition, to have all these people of Zhuyan Sect executed."

Hearing those disciples of Zhuyan Sect speak, Chu Fengmian’s gaze turned cold and he said.

"This condition should not have any impact on Wusheng Academy, right?"

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