Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly dilated. The person who could destroy the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the person with three moles on his palm, was actually him!
Zhen Xin looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief. He had previously calculated that the other party had three moles on his palm, but he had never been able to find that person. So, adhering to the principle of "better to kill the wrong person than let the guilty go free," he had been chasing after Zhang Fan. He felt that Zhang Fan was exactly his nemesis.
However, he had never seen the mole on Zhang Fan's palm and had always hoped that he might have miscalculated.
Now, seeing the three moles on Zhang Fan's palm with his own eyes, he finally believed that Zhang Fan was truly his nemesis.
However, Zhang Fan is currently severely injured and barely clings to life. So what if he is Zhang Fan's nemesis? He will still die at Zhang Fan's hands.
His current cultivation level is almost the best in the world. Dealing with a Nascent Soul Stage 1 cultivator who is only on his last breath would be a piece of cake for him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhen Xing poured all his spiritual power into his palm and attacked Zhang Fan's head.
With that slap, Zhang Fan's head would instantly turn into a bloody mist.
However, the moment his spiritual energy touched Zhang Fan, a beam of light burst forth from Zhang Fan's body, so bright and dazzling that it was impossible for anyone to open their eyes.
Zhen Xing subconsciously closed his eyes. He tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person seemed to have a suction force, making it impossible for him to break free.
Moreover, he could clearly feel the spiritual energy within his body being gradually drained away.
Zhen Xing was terrified. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a book in the golden light.
He was extremely familiar with this book. It was the most prized possession of Zhen Xing's school of thought at the time. Generations of the school had studied this wordless book, but they had not figured it out.
Zhen Xing was the most intelligent person in the entire school. He learned everything very quickly. At that time, his master Zhen Xing placed all his hopes on him, hoping that he could decipher the secret of the wordless book and achieve enlightenment.
He thinks about this every day from the moment he opens his eyes, while practicing his skills, while eating, and even while dreaming in his sleep.
He lived like this for ten years, but the secret of the wordless book remained unsolved.
Zhen Xing even suspected that this was a book without words, which had been deified and could not be deciphered, nor could it be used to cultivate immortality.
Upon hearing this, Zhen Xing flew into a rage: "Your sect is in disgrace, you have failed your ancestor. Go to the back mountain and reflect on your actions for three months."
The back mountain was cold and damp, and Zhen Xing fell ill on his first day there. He had a high fever that wouldn't go down, but Zhen Xing wanted to teach him a lesson, so he didn't let him go back.
He burned for seven days straight, his heart grew colder and colder, and in the end, all that remained for him was endless hatred.
He firmly believed that the wordless book was fake and that there were no gods at all.
Just then, a mysterious person invited him to join the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
Zhen Xing refused on the spot, and that very day, he overheard his fellow students talking about him.
"Zhen Xing is really something, keeping our senior brother locked up for so long and still not letting him out."
"Zhen Xing felt that his senior brother was disobedient and wanted to starve him to death."
"No wonder, we all ate big steamed buns today, but Zhen Xing only brought vegetables to our senior brother."
"Shh, keep your voice down, I heard Zhen Xing call Senior Brother a beast with my own ears!"
"I also heard Zhen Xing scolding his senior brother, saying that he was taken in back then to decipher the wordless book, but he's so useless. He's been trying to decipher it for so many years and still hasn't made any progress. He's just a piece of trash!"
Although he deliberately lowered his voice, the words still traveled on the wind to his ears.
Zhen Xing's face instantly turned cold, and flames of anger burned in his veins.
He had always respected Zhen Xing as if he were a father, but he never expected that Zhen Xing, who outwardly showed him great affection, would secretly want him dead.
"Beast, trash!" These two words kept swirling in his mind.
It's all fake!
The affection he felt for Zhen Xing was fake, and so were the junior brothers who were close to him!
Zhen Xing was filled with hatred. He hated these people and this world. He wanted to destroy the world.
"Senior Brother, are you feeling unwell? Why are your eyes so red?" The junior brother brought food.
Zhen Xing stared at him with eyes full of hatred. The junior brother felt his scalp tingle under the gaze and retreated repeatedly. He kicked a pebble and fell to the ground with a thud.
The food box in his hand overturned, spilling the stir-fried vegetables and porridge inside onto the ground, which became covered in mud.
Stir-fried vegetables with almost no oil, and porridge so clear it could be used as a mirror.
Zhen Xing grinned maliciously: "I'm going to eat this?"
The junior apprentice didn't see anything wrong with it: "Everyone eats this."
The master said that spiritual practice requires fasting and eating vegetarian food, so the entire sect eats vegetables and rice that they grow themselves for every meal, and this has been the case for many years.
Zhen Xing laughed: "So you're eating big white steamed buns?"
The junior apprentice was terrified by Zhen Xing's red eyes. He ran a short distance on all fours, then turned back in a panic. Seeing that Zhen Xing hadn't caught up, he dared to answer, "We only eat big white steamed buns during festivals. I haven't had one in a long time."
Zhen Xing didn't believe a single word of these words.
After the junior brother escaped, the mysterious man reappeared: "Now, do you want to join the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"
"In the Tianlong Sect, power is absolute. As long as you are strong enough, you have a voice. They will say what they want to say to your face and will never beat around the bush like this."
Zhen Xing clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly from the exertion, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his eyes, filled with hatred, were bloodshot.
"I want revenge!"
The mysterious man was delighted: "I'll help you!"
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When the sect leader saw his terrified junior brother, he assumed that Zhen Xing had caused a problem by being locked up, so he immediately went up the mountain to personally pick up Zhen Xing.
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