Chapter 271 Stepping Stone
Zhang Mo sat calmly in the single sofa, her back straight, neither humble nor arrogant: "Since I'm here, I know there's a high probability I won't be able to get out."
I just want to tell you that if you have any problems, you can come to me privately; there's no need to go to these innocent people.
Wang Heng looked at the petrified Bai Tianjin and smiled: "You think she's innocent, but I don't think so."
He walked down step by step and sat down on the single sofa directly opposite Zhang Mo.
The two men, one on the left and one on the right, perfectly surrounded the four members of the Bai family who were petrified.
Wang Heng stretched out the old, scarred hand that originally belonged to Yang Qiang, and traced Bai Tianjin's outline in the air, as if examining a failed work: "If she hadn't been so stubborn and unwilling to submit back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way today."
Zhang Mo chuckled: "Wow, you actually have the nerve to blame her."
Wang Heng's voice sounded so matter-of-fact: "Why can't we blame her? You were so weak when you were born, and that was because of her."
As a woman, bearing the responsibility of nurturing life, yet unable to give birth to a healthy child, that in itself is a sin.
As he spoke, he sighed, feigning regret, yet unable to conceal the malice in his words: "If she had been willing to submit back then, to give birth to you properly, and to raise you obediently, your body would be mine now. How could things have escalated to this point where father and daughter are fighting each other?"
"It's already incredibly merciful of me to let someone so deeply sinful live until today."
Zhang Mo nodded: "I guessed right. Those nonsensical scriptures written on that tattered scroll at Lingxiu Zen Temple were indeed written by you."
Zhang Mo still remembers the scriptures recited by "Lin Ahong":
“I was born a woman, a sin I bear deep… I carried her for ten months, yet gave birth to a sick child… My blood is defiled, my gift to the gods is tainted… I offer myself as a sacrifice, begging the gods to punish me…”
Without a few centuries of brain thrombosis, one couldn't write something so anti-human.
Wang Heng, far from being angry, threw his head back and laughed loudly, appearing not ashamed but rather proud: "Am I wrong? The world has only entrusted this one mission to women, and they still can't do it well. Isn't that their problem?"
Zhang Mo scoffed, "You really think you're something special, coming up here to give orders? Who do you think you are?"
Wang Heng suddenly leaned forward and sneered, "Who do you think you are? It's already an unparalleled honor for you to be my daughter."
Zhang Mo: "Since we've come up with the topic of honor, why don't you spend some time explaining to me what exactly you are?"
You're already this confident, so I doubt you're really just an ordinary person.
Before I die, I want to know, what exactly was my father?
Or is it simply not a thing?
This was a very direct insult, and even Wang Heng, whose intelligence was quite average, could understand it.
But at this moment, he didn't care, because he was particularly happy to answer the question the other party asked: "The stone that mends the sky." He was so proud.
Legend has it that in ancient times, the water god Gonggong and the fire god Zhurong fought. After Gonggong was defeated, he angrily rammed Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar of heaven to break, the sky to collapse and the earth to sink, plunging the world into a great disaster.
To repair the damaged sky, Nuwa searched far and wide for five-colored stones, special stones imbued with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She then melted the five-colored stones into a paste, using it to fill the hole in the sky and successfully mended it.
This is the story of Nuwa mending the sky.
Wang Heng: "The world you live in, the air you breathe, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all exist because of me."
I have given so much to this world, and you are all beneficiaries. Therefore, I am naturally qualified to guide you, and even more qualified to obtain everything I need from you.
Zhang Mo fell silent for a moment.
This was a result she hadn't expected.
But it seems perfectly reasonable.
At such an advanced age, with such profound cultivation and such high demonic power, how could he have lived from the time Nuwa mended the sky until now?
Wang Heng smiled and appreciated the fleeting look of surprise on Zhang Mo's face: "You seem quite surprised."
Zhang Mo didn't hide anything: "It was indeed a surprise."
At first, I thought you were just forcing yourself to be my father.
I just found out that you like to have children wherever you go and be someone's father.
Now I realize you're a madman who wants the whole world to treat you like his father.
"Nuwa used me to mend the crack in the sky, and Fuxi lent me to suppress the earth's axis! Without me, heaven and earth would have long since returned to chaos! Humans? Demons?" Wang Heng sneered, "If it weren't for me, this world would have ceased to exist, and they would deserve to kneel and call me father!"
Faced with this kind of man who loves being a father, Zhang Mo instantly unleashed her full power: "No wonder he's so confident... after all, he's stepped on the soles of Nuwa's feet."
"presumptuous!!!"
Zhang Mo looked at him without fear, deliberately dragging out her voice in a light and cheerful tone: "Come on, kill me. That way, you, this stepping stone, can stay with Yang Qiang's body for the rest of your life."
Aside from being old, ugly, and lacking in talent, he seems to have no other flaws.
Wang Heng glared at Zhang Mo with resentment. He had to admit that he could never catch up with Zhang Mo when it came to sharp tongues.
but......
"Oh, right, there's something else you probably didn't expect either." Wang Heng licked his chapped lips, a sinister glint in his eyes. "The hardness of the Heaven-Mending Stone is far greater than that of the Stone Guardian."
Zhang Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.
Shi Gandang is extremely strong and hard, but it is still no match for the stone used to mend the sky after being tempered by Nuwa!
Wang Heng's feigned sigh sounded like a rusty saw scraping against my eardrums: "Sigh, I actually hope you can cooperate a little more, but given the current situation, it's probably impossible."
A golden thorn was removed from Wang Heng's body. Strange patterns flowed across the surface of the thorn, each one resembling a living creature wriggling.
"This is made of my bones. Guess if I can turn all four of them into dust?"
"Whoosh—!"
A piercing shriek tore through the deathly silence! The golden spike did not fly in a straight line, but twisted in the air like a venomous snake, its tip spinning and shredding the air, heading straight for the petrified Bai Tianjin's brow!
No! Absolutely not!
The body moved faster than the mind; Zhang Mo almost instinctively lunged forward, the biting cold instantly piercing her heart!
She looked down at the golden tip protruding from her chest, blood trickling down the veins of the thorn, drawing a poignant arc in the air.
She coughed up a mouthful of scalding blood, her consciousness fading. She thought, "Finally, I've arrived..."
At the same time, Wang Heng forcibly separated his soul from Yang Qiang's body.
The previous attempts to jump off buildings and run away had already pushed Yang Qiang's already mediocre physical limits.
When Wang Heng's soul was completely transferred out, Yang Qiang's aged body exploded like a punctured abscess, his bones shattered like withered branches, and dark red pieces of flesh mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out, splashing onto the crystal chandelier in the dome, staining the refracted light spots with an eerie blood color.
Such a horrific and bloody scene did not disturb Wang Heng at all.
He opened his eyes and found himself awakening in a new vessel that was young and exceptionally gifted.
The excruciating pain of having his heart pierced was still sweeping through his body, yet Wang Heng revealed a wildly joyful laugh amidst the agony.
It's alright, he'll recover soon.
Nuwa and Fuxi, even they have vanished, but only I can live on for thousands of years.
Ultimately, Heaven was powerless against him!
Just then, a loud "boom" of thunder exploded.
Wang Heng was taken aback and looked out the window. The dark clouds that had dispersed were now gathering again, forming a menacing vortex.
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
That was... heavenly lightning?
Wait, why has the Heavenly Thunder restarted?!
"Impossible..." he muttered to himself, subconsciously reaching out to touch the still-bleeding wound.
Suddenly, I realized something was even more wrong.
This wound didn't heal on its own?!
He tried to circulate the demonic power within his body, but was horrified to discover that this body was completely different from the previous one.
It's different from my original body.
It's different from Yang Qiang's.
It possesses demonic power, but not much.
It was only the demonic power he had deliberately left in Zhang Mo's body; he couldn't feel any of his own demonic power!
As this chilling fact unfolded, the thunder outside the window grew louder and louder.
Just then, my phone rang in my pocket.
That was a video call.
Caller ID: "Super Administrator Mr. Zhang".
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