These things flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Zhen Xing was utterly shocked. The wordless book actually contained cultivation techniques. What Zhen Qing said was true.
His spiritual power was dwindling, and his face was growing paler.
Zhang Fan saw Zhen Xing's life unfold before his eyes like a movie.
Zhen Xing's master, Zhen Qing, went to the river to fetch water. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying. He followed the sound and saw a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
The baby was pale and thin, only the size of a palm. Zhen Qing immediately understood that this was an abandoned baby.
He took the baby home and fed him rice porridge every hour, managing to revive the baby. He even named the baby Zhen Xing.
Zhen Xing was very smart; he was quick-witted from a young age. Zhen Qing personally taught him and imparted all his knowledge to him, treating Zhen Xing like his heir.
Once, Zhen Qing predicted that Zhen Xing would face a calamity, develop inner demons, and die as a result. In order to help Zhen Xing overcome these inner demons, Zhen Qing became extremely strict with Zhen Xing from then on, stricter than with anyone else.
Everyone else in the cult could see that Zhen Qing doted on Zhen Xing, but Zhen Xing himself felt that he was being treated unfairly and gradually developed a sense of imbalance in his heart.
Zhen Qing knew that only by comprehending the wordless book could Zhen Xing overcome his inner demons, so he took this matter extremely seriously.
It was clearly for Zhen Xing's own good, but Zhen Xing didn't appreciate it and instead harbored malice in his heart.
Before Zhen Qing died, he was still asking why. Zhen Xing was full of hatred: "When I was put in solitary confinement, you cursed me and said I deserved to die. You all ate big white steamed buns, and then you even wanted to give me charity."
"How could that be? Nothing like that. Don't let your mind be troubled..." He glanced at Zhen Qing worriedly, but in the end, he didn't close his eyes.
Just as Zhen Qing had predicted, Zhen Xing developed a demonic impulse and joined the Tianlong Sect.
Countless nights, Zhen Xing would dream of this scene.
One day, a question suddenly arose in his mind: who exactly was he talking to that day?
Both voices were unfamiliar to him. He had grown up in a school and was very familiar with everyone's voice.
He went through all the names in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out who it was.
One day later, he heard two voices from the Tianlong Sect that sounded very similar to the voice he had heard that day.
He immediately stepped forward: "Have you been to the school?"
The two avoided eye contact and stammered, "No...no."
He wanted to press for more information, but then the mysterious man, Hong Xing, the leader of the Tianlong Sect, suddenly appeared: "Zhen Xing, I have something to discuss with you."
Zhen Xing then left with Hong Xing. When he arrived at Hong Xing's bedroom, Hong Xing gave him a candle: "I've noticed you haven't been sleeping well lately. This candle can help you sleep."
After taking the candle, Zhen Xing wanted to find the two people, but there were too many followers of the Tianlong Sect, and the two people were long gone.
Zhen Xing thought that the two of them might have gone out on a mission or left.
Anyway, he has plenty of time to ask those two people.
Zhen Xing didn't pay any attention and went back to his bedroom to light candles.
The candle worked; after it was lit, Zhen Xing slept soundly through the night without any dreams.
Unbeknownst to him, after he fell asleep, Hung Hing came into his bedroom and chanted incantations over him.
Zhen Xing himself didn't know what had happened; he just felt dizzy and disoriented all day.
Seven days later, Hung Hing suddenly died of a serious illness. In accordance with Hung Hing's last wishes, Zhen Xing was made the sect leader, and Zhen Xing's mind was no longer confused.
At first, the people in the sect were not convinced, but the four guardians firmly supported him and used countless expensive and rare medicinal herbs to nourish his body, allowing his spiritual energy to improve rapidly in a short period of time.
His spiritual energy surged by leaps and bounds, and in just one month he reached the same level as Hung Hing, causing the opposition within the sect to disappear.
Strangely enough, he sometimes felt that his words and actions were very different from what he had always done.
More than one person has said that his style of doing things is exactly the same as that of the former leader of Hung Hing.
However, he felt that he was, after all, half a disciple of Hung Hing, so he didn't care much.
He eventually found out who the two people were, and they died on the very day he spoke with them.
Zhen Xing had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had been sold out.
Zhang Fan smiled coldly, Zhen Xing was just quick-witted, not smart at all.
He was being used by the mysterious figure from the Heavenly Dragon Sect without even realizing it.
The Hung Hing was dying and wanted to use Zhen Xing to find a way to be reborn. So he devised a scheme to make Zhen Xing lose faith in the school, develop inner demons, and eventually go down a path of no return.
If his master were truly a narrow-minded person, how could he have personally raised him for so many years?
He chose to ignore so many loopholes because he was not a very good person to begin with, which is why he developed inner demons.
He had already noticed something amiss at Tianlongmen, but chose not to investigate the truth.
Zhen Xing is such a selfish and petty person.
Therefore, everything he has now is his own fault!
The Heavenly Book withdrew its golden light and disappeared into Zhang Fan's body.
Zhen Xing's spiritual energy was completely drained, leaving him powerless and slumped on the ground.
His face was no longer youthful; his hair had turned white, his face was covered in wrinkles, and his back was hunched, giving him an aged appearance.
His cloudy eyes glared at Zhang Fan, and his voice, filled with resentment, sounded extremely old: "Zhang Fan, you've ruined me, I'm going to kill you!"
Zhang Fan's gaze was icy: "You've been searching this young body for a long time, haven't you? You killed him and preserved him with ice. After you committed suicide last time, your soul took over his body. The reason your appearance has aged is not because of me, but because of your soul, which should have been buried long ago."
Zhen Xing sneered: "But you can't do anything to me. I can die and then come back to life."
Zhang Fan said coldly, "You won't live, and you won't die!"
Zhen Xing, bewildered, raised his knife and slashed at his neck. To his surprise, his neck, though severed, healed itself.
He stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief: "What did you do to me?"
"You should ask the Heavenly Book about that!"
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