Chapter Thirty-Three: Heartless and Ruthless

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  Boom, boom, boom! The dark energy shield was violently turbulent, with waves rising and twisting. As a result of the three masters going all out, in just seven or eight breaths, Zhou Minghua's dark energy shield was brutally pierced, and the scattered energy blew up a cold wind. The two semi-transparent ghostly guards surrounding him looked ferocious, and Zhou Minghua seemed to feel a chill running down his neck, his face despairing and regretful. Why did he provoke Leidong? Why did he sign that death contract? Why was Leidong's heart so ruthless? Unwilling, unwilling, my qualifications are better than yours...

  A huge skull was rolling in the bloodthirsty ghostly howl, constantly tumbling towards the sky. The two ghostly soldiers were suddenly excited and sharp, transforming into a condensed fog that rolled up Zhou Minghua's corpse and the scattered and floating soul together.

  Squeak squeak~~ Chi chi~ The two ghostly soldiers were happily devouring the flesh and blood of the living souls. As a cultivator who had already reached the fifth layer of Qi Refining, after several rounds of marrow washing and hair cutting, they were far different from ordinary humans or beasts. For these ghostly soldiers, this was a great tonic, even if they didn't need to be ordered by Lei Dong, relying on their instincts they would still devour the flesh and blood of their enemies after battle.

  However, the onlookers below the stage had some people who looked pale, especially when combined with Zhou Minghua's desperate pleas for mercy in his last seven or eight breaths. The wisp of soul being devoured seemed to still reveal his painful expression. One moment ago, he was a respected direct disciple, but the next moment, he had already become a delicious meal in the belly of a ghostly creature. For a while, each of them felt a chill in their hearts and sighed at the impermanence of worldly affairs. Especially Zhou Minghua's several small followers looked at Lei Dong, who was standing proudly with his flying sword, his hands behind his back, and his eyes coldly looking down. They couldn't help but tremble with fear, their teeth chattering. At the same time, from the disdainful eyes in front of the stage to now, they seemed to have some reverence.

  The ghost's devouring was very quick, and in just a few dozen breaths, the flesh and blood had been digested clean. What remained were only a set of clothes, the Cold Flying Sword, and the Storage Waistband. Lei Dong didn't hesitate to collect the Cold Flying Sword and the Storage Waistband. As for the rules of life-and-death duels, Lei Dong had read about them in the sect's rules. The winner had the right to possess everything that belonged to their opponent, not just these external objects, but even the identity of their personally transmitted disciples could be inherited.

  In a sense, as long as the old ancestor doesn't object, then Lei Dong will become his new personal disciple. Of course, being a personal disciple means getting access to many resources, but it also means being envied by many people. If someone really covets one's position and thinks they are stronger than oneself, they might initiate a life-or-death duel; although one has the right to refuse. But as an old ancestor's personal disciple, repeatedly refusing ordinary disciples' challenges to life-or-death duels will not only damage one's reputation but also displease the old ancestor.

  In fact, this is also a motivating factor. As a direct disciple, with many resources available, one must progress faster and stronger than ordinary disciples. Otherwise, the law of survival of the fittest will take effect sooner or later. This is also why Zhou Minghua was ridiculed for being incompetent after becoming a direct disciple and reacted very violently.

  Indeed, being a direct disciple has many advantages, but the pressure will also increase exponentially.

  "In the thirteenth round, the second match on Court A, Zhou Minghua was matched against Lei Dong. Lei Dong won and scored a point. The referee of the foundation period seemed to be accustomed to such things and waited patiently for the ghost to finish swallowing before announcing the final result."

  Lei Dong then recalled the two ghostly soldiers who had turned bright red from devouring flesh and blood, continuing to slowly walk down from the stage.

  "Lei Shixiong, Lei Shixiong." Those fellow students who didn't usually talk much were now gathering around one by one, respectfully calling out to him as "Shixiong". However, there were even more people who just stood far away, gazing at Lei Dong with reverence.

  Lei Dong just slightly nodded and walked to Chen Ge and Wei Hua. The two of them were looking at Lei Dong with surprise and delight, although they had known that Lei Dong was extraordinary, but when he really killed Zhou Minghua, they were also deeply moved.

  "Congratulations, Brother Lei." Chen Ge suddenly became serious and addressed him as "Brother".

  "Chen, you and I have only met once, are you still playing this trick?" Lei Dong shook his head and smiled. To be honest, Zhou Minghua was not a weakling either. If it weren't for Chen's previous design to deceive him of half his true energy and a shield, this time would certainly be very difficult to win. It couldn't be helped that even the third ghost soldier would be exposed. Towards Chen and Wei, Lei Dong still felt grateful. From the beginning, they had allocated a portion of their limited spiritual stones to themselves. Although it was clear that it was an investment, it also showed their kindness and courage. A good man helps three others, after all, being alone and weak makes one easily bullied.

  "I told you, Lei Shixiong is not the kind of person who would turn his back on others just because he's gained an advantage." Wei Hua's face also relaxed slightly.

  The surface was calm, but in his heart, he was extremely nervous. After all, he had publicly killed the personal disciple of Lao Zu, and heaven knows what kind of reaction Lao Zu would have? As the saying goes, "Heaven's will is hard to predict", and for someone like Lao Zu who was at the Golden Dan stage, his thoughts were not so easy to guess.

  Just as he was hesitating, a faint voice came from beside his ear: "Lei Xiaozu, you're getting more and more ruthless."

  Just this sentence made Lei's hair stand on end, and beads of sweat continuously seeped from his forehead. Judging from Gui Nu's strength, he was definitely a figure in the foundation-building period. In other words, without Old Ancestor making a move, it would be easy for him to make himself lose his soul with just a flick of his finger. Suppressing the fear in his heart, his face turned pale as he looked back and gazed at Gui Nu who was floating in mid-air with reverence.

  "Now you know to be afraid? Your courage is indeed quite large, tomorrow at dawn, come with me to pay respects to the old ancestor." After transmitting this sentence, the ghost servant floated away, leaving behind a sweating Lei Dong.

  Chen Gong and Wei Hu also discovered Leidong's abnormality, looked at the fleeing Guinu again, and their faces were somewhat heavy.

  "Don't worry, it's probably nothing bad." Lei Dong let out a sigh of relief and patted them on the shoulder: "I'll head back first to get some rest, tomorrow I have to pay respects to Old Ancestor."

  After bidding farewell, Lei Dong returned to his residence, swallowed the Cong Qi Dan, and recovered his true energy through meditation. Only then did he carefully think over the events from start to finish, although it was clear that meeting Lao Zu the next day would most likely not be a bad thing. But before the outcome was known, how could his heart not be anxious?

  A sleepless night, reading various miscellaneous notes until dawn. Then bathed and burned incense, calming the mind and spirit. Only then did he rush to the entrance of the old ancestor's bedroom, letting someone report to Ghost Slave Lord.

  In a moment, Gui Nu came out and led Lei Dong to the side hall. All the way, he didn't say a word to him, which made Lei Dong's heart anxious again.

  Lei Dong, who had been waiting in the side hall for a short while, finally received the summons to meet the Old Ancestor. He immediately took a deep breath and mustered up his spirits. He entered the main hall directly, catching sight of the black-robed Wan Gui Old Ancestor sitting upright on the throne. Lei Dong didn't dare to be slow in the slightest, quickly stepping forward with a serious expression to pay his respects: "Disciple Lei Dong pays his respects to the Old Ancestor, wishing the Old Ancestor an early ascension to the Indestructible Primordial Infant Realm, longevity matching that of Heaven, and eternal life without decay."

  "Get up." Wan Gui Lao Zu's voice was flat as he waved his hand, unable to discern his emotions.

  "Thank you, Ancestor." Lei Dong's heart slightly relaxed as he stood up, but he didn't dare to look at the ancestor's face and could only stand quietly.

  "Lei Dong, you really have a big nerve this time." Wan Gui Lao Zu's voice turned cold.

  "The disciple dare not." Lei Dong hastily knelt down again, his back suddenly becoming wet as he forcibly calmed himself and said: "The disciple knows his fault." He knew that this time, the cause and effect had already been decided in Wan Gui Lao Zu's heart. Whether it was good fortune or disaster, the disaster could not be avoided. Therefore, if he strongly argued, it would likely provoke Lao Zu's anger. It was better to honestly admit his guilt.

  He knocked on the door, and upon seeing his performance, he was indeed quite satisfied with himself. The old ancestor's voice became more relaxed: "I am the master of the Yin Evil Sect, one of the great evil sects in the cultivation world, not a charity organization. Moreover, the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is a fundamental principle of the cultivation world. Although Zhou Minghua's son has some talent, he is arrogant and impulsive, unable to achieve great things. You taking his place also conforms to my sect's principles. Get up, from today onwards, you will be one of my personal disciples."

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