Chapter 9 After Abandoning the Unruly Villain 9 Fu Wei nodded: "When the time comes...
"Sir, you are only a painting spirit now, your power is less than one-tenth of your peak, and you were just struck by the backlash curse. According to the system calculations, you only have a 10% chance of winning, so you need to be cautious."
Seeing that Fu Wei was determined to go his own way, the system couldn't help but start to worry.
This was all within his expectations, so Fu Wei didn't take it seriously. He just smiled and said, "I know, don't worry, there won't be any accidents."
System: [Okay, sir, if you need anything, please feel free to call me.]
Fu Wei: "Okay."
Fu Wei walked out of the villa and finally stood in front of the old man. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his black hair fluttered in the air. The sunlight shone on his body, giving him a layer of holy glow.
The moment the old man's turbid and sharp eyes fell on Fu Wei, there was a hint of surprise, but more of disbelief: "True Lord Yao Ling?"
Fu Wei didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man quietly.
"No... Impossible. Yao Ling Zhenjun died a thousand years ago. You are not that person." The old man looked at Fu Wei and suddenly laughed with a hint of irony. "So you are just a lowly painting spirit."
Fu Wei glanced at the old man indifferently, and casually broke off a dead branch from a withered peach tree nearby and used it as a weapon.
Under the influence of Fu Wei's spiritual power, the dead branch suddenly came into bloom with spring and produced countless gorgeous peach blossoms.
The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked, "How do you know this art of spring? Where did you learn it from, a mere painting spirit?"
The gentleness and easygoing manner she had shown towards Feng Lingwu was gone, replaced by indifference and scrutiny. Fu Wei asked, "Is this puppet doll your work?"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "So what if it's my work? He's just a little bastard. It would be his honor to exchange his life for the life of my great-great-grandson!"
Chu Yue, who was standing by, had someone to back her up, so she also became more assertive and started to complain: "Grandpa, it was he who killed my son, your great-great-grandson. You must avenge us mother and son!"
The old man patted Chu Yue's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Yue'er. Grandpa will definitely not let this lowly painting spirit go!"
Obstinate and refuse to repent.
Fu Wei raised his hand, and pointed the peach blossom branch directly at the old man's famous family: "Since that's the case, there's no need to talk nonsense, let's do it."
The old man shouted, "You're looking for death!"
The old man did not take action. He had a very high opinion of himself and felt that if he took action against someone as lowly as Fu Wei, it would be a defilement to himself.
After receiving the order, the dozen or so servants rushed forward without hesitation, surrounded Fu Wei, and stabbed Fu Wei with the peach wood swords in their hands.
Fu Wei leaped forward, and the peach wood sword became empty. He stepped on it with his snow-white boots, lightly tapped his foot, and then pressed down. The powerful spiritual power spread out instantly, and the peach wood sword shattered into powder. The group of servants were blown away.
Seeing this, others all used their own unique skills.
But without exception, they were all defeated by Fu Wei.
The Chu family's servants fell to the ground, and there were ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The old man stamped his feet in anger and looked at Fu Wei, his rage burning in his eyes: "Who the hell are you? Do you know what will happen if you offend our Chu family?"
Fu Wei: "Then do you still remember the instructions that Yao Ling Zhenjun left behind before he passed away?"
Upon hearing this, the old man scolded, "Who the hell are you? You're relying on your resemblance to Yao Ling Zhenjun and you dare to use admonition to pressure me?"
Fu Wei sneered, "You're stubborn and refuse to change."
In this case, he will clean up the mess today.
Fu Wei's elder-like attitude completely angered the old man.
The old man said, "How arrogant of you, lowly Hua Ling! Today, I will beat you to pieces and make you realize the power of our Chu family!"
A war is about to break out.
The whole villa was shaking, the weeds and dead trees were trembling, sand and rocks were flying, and the sky was dark.
Everyone could hardly stand.
The old man was over ninety years old and had profound cultivation. Although half of his body was buried in the ground, his movements were even more agile and quicker than those servants.
The crutch and Fu Wei's peach branch suddenly collided, sending out waves of spiritual power.
The crutch in the old man's hand kept shaking, and even blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but the peach branch in Fu Wei's hand only shook slightly, and a few petals fell, and it was not affected at all.
"Who are you?" asked the old man.
Fu Wei didn't answer, but just said: "It's not too late for you to admit defeat now."
The old man said, "What a joke! I'm an elder of the Chu family. How can I be defeated by a lowly painting spirit like you?!"
Fu Wei sneered, and moved the peach branch in his hand forward an inch. The spiritual power poured out, and the old man was blown away by the powerful spiritual power. He fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Chu Yue quickly helped the old man up and looked at Fu Wei in disbelief: "Grandpa!"
Fu Wei walked up to the old man and asked condescendingly, "Do you admit your guilt?"
The old man took a breath and said disdainfully: "I am innocent!"
"Who do you think you are? Do you really think you can defeat me? This is a joke!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the servants who had avoided the battle suddenly wailed in pain. The spiritual power in their bodies quickly dissipated, taking away their vigorous life. Without all nutrients, they turned into dried-up corpses.
The old man lying on the ground had a huge surge of spiritual power, and powerful spiritual power burst out from his body, forcing Fu Wei to step back and avoid him. The old man also changed from a wrinkled old man into a young man.
Chu Yue exclaimed: "Grandpa, how come you become younger?"
The old man was very satisfied with his new body and smiled triumphantly: "It's just a small magic trick."
Small spell?
He actually said this was a small spell?
This is a forbidden technique!
"Soul Devouring Technique, you actually treat these disciples as nourishment to improve your cultivation, it's simply... simply..." Fu Wei has always had a good temper, but now he is also very angry about the old man's behavior. His eyes, as clear as glass, reflected a bone-chilling coldness.
The old man said: "So what? It's an honor for lowly people to be used by me!"
Fu Wei scolded: "How outrageous!"
The spiritual energy around him roared loudly, forming a spiritual wave that caused Chu Yue to lose her balance and fall to the ground. The old man couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The old man handed the cane to Chu Yue and instructed, "This cane is more than enough to break the barrier. Find the right opportunity to kill those little bastards and silence them. I will find a way to devour this painting spirit."
Chu Yue had seen the power of a cane before, and immediately became complacent: "Don't worry, Grandpa, I will definitely kill those little bastards!"
The old man said, "Go ahead."
Fu Wei was standing nearby, so he naturally heard it as well. He was about to stop Chu Yue, but was stopped by the old man.
"Your opponent is me!" The old man grinned, and black energy rose up from his body into the sky, integrating the power of dozens of servants. His current strength is no longer as easy to deal with as before.
What's more, he not only had to deal with this insidious and cunning old man, but also had to be on guard against Chu Yue getting close to Feng Lingwu and the others.
I really can't do it.
What's more, Fu Wei was already injured.
As expected, after Fu Wei and the old man had fought for only a few rounds, he already had several bloody marks on his body.
Seeing that Fu Wei was defeated and gradually lost the upper hand, the old man became more and more proud and wanted to kill Fu Wei in one fell swoop, so he cast a spell again. Countless peach wood swords flew over and turned into a cage. The blood-red formation slowly turned, and the peach wood swords were unstoppable, trapping Fu Wei inside and preventing him from entering or leaving.
"Yue'er, now is the time, do it!"
"good!"
Chu Yue suddenly poked the crutch into the ground, and a black magic circle shot up into the sky. The power of the crutch was fully activated, and Chu Yue pulled it out fiercely, and threw it towards Feng Lingwu and others in the barrier!
The spiritual power tore through the space, stirring up a violent wind.
The barrier could not withstand such a powerful force at all. If the barrier was broken, Feng Lingwu and the other two people and the ghost would be blown to ashes on the spot.
Feng Lingwu cannot die!
"Paint it, answer the call——"
At the critical moment, Fu Wei called out.
A golden ancient painting flew out from Feng Lingwu's body, and the scroll instantly spread out several feet. The "Yao Ling Zhenjun Asking the Immortal Picture" burst into dazzling light, the inscriptions flowed, the formation was completely activated, and a phantom belonging to Fu Wei appeared, and then turned into a hexagonal golden shield.
Golden light shone everywhere, and the golden shield blocked 90% of the attacks. The crutch pierced the center of the ancient painting, and when it hit the barrier, it had no power left, leaving only a slight crack.
Fu Wei, who was trapped in the peach wood sword formation, suddenly felt his body shaken, as if pierced by some force, but the abnormality only lasted for a moment and he quickly adjusted his state.
He took advantage of the old man's distraction to crush the peach wood sword formation, and then stabbed the old man through with the peach blossom branch in his hand.
The peach blossom branch pierced the chest, blood dripped, and the gorgeous petals were stained with blood, which was incredibly beautiful.
The cane pierced the scroll.
Fu Wei pierced the old man's chest.
So everything seemed to come to a standstill, and everyone held their breath, watching this scene in disbelief.
The light of the ancient painting reflected in his pupils became weaker and weaker. Feng Lingwu watched as the crutch stopped less than a foot away from him, and finally fell to the ground with a bang because he had exhausted his strength.
The ancient painting rolled up automatically and fell into Feng Lingwu's trembling hands.
The painting is ruined.
The old man not far away was rapidly losing his vitality. He stared at Fu Wei in disbelief and muttered to himself, "You... aren't you a painting spirit?"
Fu Wei said calmly, "My Dharma name is Yao Ling. According to seniority, you should call me ancestor."
"Strange... No wonder..." The old man's eyes were full of shock and regret, but it was too late. His body turned into smoke in his unwillingness.
Chu Yue, who was standing by, saw that something was wrong and ran away, but He Fei bit her neck and she soon died.
They all deserve to die.
The peach branch in Fu Wei's hand withered, and Fu Wei withered along with the branch. His body gradually became transparent, but he still turned back to look at Feng Lingwu with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
But Feng Lingwu couldn't laugh at all. He walked out of the villa slowly, his eyes red as if blood was dripping out, as if he couldn't accept the reality and was in great pain.
"Fu Wei..."
Fu Wei waved at him: "Little Lingwu, come here."
Feng Lingwu ran to Fu Wei like crazy and hugged him, but he felt a lot of blood.
The painting was Fu Wei's body. A big hole was poked in the painting, so naturally there would be a big hole in Fu Wei's body as well. However, the wound was hidden by Fu Wei with magic. Now that his spiritual power had collapsed and his strength was exhausted, the fist-sized hole naturally could not be hidden anymore.
"Fuwei! Fuwei, Fuwei! Wuwu..."
Feng Lingwu called Fu Wei's name miserably, but he had no idea what to do. He didn't even dare to touch Fu Wei and could only call Fu Wei's name over and over again.
Fu Weiwei sighed slightly and patted Feng Lingwu's head gently: "You are getting bolder and bolder. You even dare to call me by my name."
Feng Lingwu cried out, "I won't scream anymore. You can call me whatever you want. As long as you're alive, I'll be your slave, okay? Fu Wei, please, please..."
Fu Wei's lips were pale, and he did not forget to tease Feng Lingwu, saying softly: "Be like a cow or a horse, haven't you always been like a cow or a horse for me?"
"Yes, yes, I will work like a slave for you. I am willing to do anything you ask me to do."
"I haven't made you your favorite buns yet, I haven't prepared a feast for you yet... You haven't told me how to repair my spirit bones, you haven't taught me how to practice..."
"Aren't you going to take me in as your apprentice? You can't lie to me."
Fu Wei looked at him with a complicated expression.
As if he had thought of something, Feng Lingwu pulled the crying Zhao Nan over and ripped the Qingling Stone from his neck. He held it in front of Fu Wei with both hands and choked with sobs, "Yes, yes, the Qingling Stone! Aren't you looking for the Qingling Stone? Isn't it a divine object? Quickly absorb it. As long as you absorb it, you will be healed, right?"
"Fuwei, please tell me, can the Qingling Stone save you?"
Fu Wei took the Qingling Stone, and facing Feng Lingwu's expectant eyes, he crushed the Qingling Stone into powder.
The Qingling Stone turned into a green light and penetrated into Feng Lingwu's spine. Then Feng Lingwu felt hot all over. The emptiness in his spine was filled, and his dantian began to slowly accumulate spiritual power. It was no longer empty like before.
The spirit bones were repaired.
Feng Lingwu's last hope was also shattered.
Feng Lingwu was struck by lightning, tears streaming down his face. He trembled all over and said in disbelief, "The Green Spirit Stone...are you...using it for me?"
Fu Weiwei sighed slightly, as if he couldn't bear it, but he nodded in the end: "Yes."
"No. Why?" Feng Lingwu shook his head and shouted, "Who am I? You and I just met by chance. Why would you do this for me? I'm just a waste. I'm an evil star that killed my parents. I'm a disaster!"
His parents died, his family expelled him, he had no friends, he was alone.
He was destined to be alone.
Can't we just let him rot there? Can't we just let him die? Can't we just let him be a waste?
Why are you helping him so much, even at the cost of your own life?
He is not worthy, he is not worthy at all!
Fu Wei's eyes were filled with pity. He raised his hand and rubbed Feng Lingwu's head vigorously, trying to comfort and enlighten him: "You are not a waste, not a disaster, and certainly not an evil star. You are the disciple that I, Fu Wei, recognized at first sight."
"Feng Lingwu, never underestimate yourself, and don't feel guilty. Everything I do is my own will, and it's worth it because of you."
Feng Lingwu cried, "I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy at all."
Fu Wei: "Whether you are worthy or not, no one else's opinion counts. I think you are worthy, and I am willing. It is you who think you are worthy, and from now on, respect and love yourself."
"No one is born this way, little Lingwu."
Feng Lingwu: "But...but...I was the one who killed you..."
"It's fate, you can't blame others." Fu Wei handed a secret book to Feng Lingwu and reminded him, "You must practice magic well and eat well in the future."
"Don't be so reckless anymore, and don't be afraid, because I'm always here."
"Fu Wei..." Feng Lingwu buried his head in Fu Wei's knees, crying so hard that he couldn't utter a word.
Fu Wei looked at Zhao Nan who was crying beside him, and used up the last bit of his spiritual power to convert He Fei and send him to reincarnation.
Fu Wei said with strength and without anger, "Your mother's great revenge has been avenged, and she has entered the reincarnation cycle. From now on, you must live a good life."
Zhao Nan knelt in front of Fu Wei: "I will, I will."
Fu Wei added, "I'll trouble you to take good care of Little Lingwu from now on. If we ever meet again, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
Zhao Nan nodded: "From now on, Feng Lingwu is my biological brother, and we are brothers! I will definitely live up to your trust and take good care of him! Don't worry!"
Feng Lingwu kept shaking his head: "No, I don't want it, I only want you, I was wrong, I will listen to you in everything from now on, okay, I was wrong... Don't leave..."
"I beg you not to leave me, okay?"
Fu Wei cupped Feng Lingwu's cheek and said seriously, "Then practice well. When you have mastered your skills, when your spiritual power is strong enough to repair the scroll, when you can wake me up again, I will return to your side."
Fu Wei means, can he come back?
Feng Lingwu: "Really...really?"
Fu Wei: “Yeah.”
Feng Lingwu felt a little better, but when he thought about how many years they would be apart, and the injuries on Fu Wei's body, he still felt heartbroken: "You can't lie to me."
Fu Wei: "I won't lie to you."
Feng Lingwu: "I will definitely save you, I will definitely save you!"
Fu Wei nodded: "When the time comes, you can't offend me anymore."
"I'll wait for you to call me Master."
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