"Soul-destroying nail!"
Zhang Yuan felt waves of numbness coming from his back.
"Haha, it's me, old man. I've tolerated you for a long time."
Yang Lin laughed heartily and came up to the gray-haired monk and said excitedly:
"Fourth uncle, is my nephew the one who made the greatest contribution this time?"
"Haha, nephew Qin Lin, you deserve the first credit!" The gray-haired foundation-building cultivator laughed heartily and said proudly to Zhang Yuan:
"Zhang Yuan, how does the Soul-Snatching Nail feel? When we last met, I told you that one day I would make you pay the price."
Zhang Yuan then carefully looked at the gray-haired monk in front of him and said in horror:
"Qin family, you are Qin Feng from the Qin family."
The Qin family was a family of immortal cultivators near Ziyun Market, and the entire family had a foundation-building cultivator. This Qin Feng had been to Ziyun Market before, but had a conflict with Zhang Yuan at the time.
One was the second generation of a cultivator family, and the other was a Foundation Establishment cultivator from Ziyun Market. Because Qin Feng was arrogant and domineering in the market, Zhang Yuan, who happened to be relaxing in the market, ran into him and gave him a severe beating. Who would have thought that Qin Feng had become a Foundation Establishment cultivator and had turned into an old man?
"Haha, I swore at that time that I would destroy you. It's been a few years now, do you know what I have paid for today?"
Qin Feng looked at Qin Lin and continued,
"I asked my nephew Qin Lin to become your disciple. He originally had three spiritual roots, including the wind and thunder spiritual roots. I knew you would definitely accept him. I have waited for this day. Haha." "Zhang Yuan, you die!"
After Qin Feng finished speaking, a beam of black light shot out again and went straight towards Zhang Yuan's face.
"Master!" At this critical moment, Lei Wenchang rushed over. The explosion just now made him know what happened here. After coming over, he saw his master being shot by a black light.
"Go!" As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, Lei Wenchang had already blocked his way. The golden armor talisman on his body was instantly shattered by the impact of the black light, and the Soul-Destroying Nail was immediately nailed into his chest.
"My dear disciple, you blame me!" Zhang Yuan looked at his eldest disciple, who had instantly fallen to the ground and died, tears streaming down his cheeks. He suddenly pulled out the Soul-Snatching Nail from behind him. Then, with a single flick of his hand, the Soul-Snatching Nail and a small black bead instantly flew towards Qin Feng.
"Hmph! Such a trifle." Qin Feng pointed with one hand, and the golden bowl holding the Huolin Sword on the ground instantly flew up, covering the flying black bead.
There was a dull "bang" sound, and the entire golden bowl was blown up into the sky.
"Ah!" At this moment, the Fire Dragon Sword on the ground suddenly flew out and pierced Qin Lin, his former apprentice, who was standing nearby.
"Qin Lin's nephew!"
Qin Feng was furious upon seeing this. With a single wave of his hand, a soul-destroying nail instantly pierced Zhang Yuan's eye socket. Zhang Yuan stared fiercely at the lifeless Qin Lin with one eye, then closed his remaining eye in relief.
"Ah!" Qin Feng was furious when he saw this. He took the golden bowl in his hand and walked towards the corpse of Zhang Yuan, smashing it down hard. After a while, the corpse slowly turned into meat paste.
The cultivators in the inner city heard the sounds of the siege coming from both inside and outside the city, but the sounds of the battle soon faded away. Soon after, the thick earth formation in Ziyun Market was also closed.
"The battle is over? The monsters have retreated?"
Just when everyone was puzzled, suddenly a loud voice spread throughout the market.
"From today on, Ziyun Market will be guarded by the Qin family. Zhang Yuan and Lei Wenchang's bodies will be left hanging for three days! Anyone who comes into contact with them will be killed without mercy!"
"Ah! Is Foundation Establishment cultivator Zhang Yuan dead?" Panic erupted in the inner city, and many cultivators from the Law Enforcement Department secretly prepared to leave. That resounding voice rang out again.
"Anyone who leaves the monastery and dares to take any items from Ziyun Market without permission will be killed without mercy!"
"For the existing Law Enforcement Department monks who are willing to continue to stay in Ziyun Market, their salaries will be increased by 30%."
"The Qin family has established a guest academy to recruit all cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining to join, with generous salaries."
"Also, Ziyun Market holds an auction at the end of each year, where various martial arts manuals, elixirs, and magical instruments will be auctioned."
As Qin Feng issued a few orders, most of the monks who were about to leave immediately gave up the idea of leaving. It felt good to be under the leadership of this monk.
Jiang Yun, who was outside the city, also heard the sound. It seemed to be spreading throughout the entire Ziyun Market through the formation. His eyes narrowed immediately after hearing it; this voice was very familiar to him.
He pulled out the book on animal taming he had bought from his storage bag, and immediately remembered the white-haired stall owner. Jiang Yun took a deep look at Ziyun Market, and it was time for him to leave.
Jiang Yun once again came to the inner city of Ziyun Market. After buying the necessary fasting pills for his return trip, he came to Shixiang Pavilion again. This time he came to say his final goodbye to Uncle Fu.
"Leaving?"
Uncle Fu was wiping the lobby alone. Jiang Yun came to the lobby and sat at the table he often sat at.
"Well, Uncle Fu, do you want to leave with us?" Jiang Yun asked again. He still wanted Uncle Fu to go to Biyunmen as well.
"No, the changes in the leadership of Ziyunfang City have nothing to do with me. It just so happens that Zhang Yuan has died, and our Shixiang Pavilion will not be implicated because of the young lady. I plan to continue to run Shixiang Pavilion. Come and visit when you have the chance. This will always be your home."
Uncle Fu stopped wiping his hands, sat in front of Jiang Yun and said.
"Biyunmen is not too far from here. If we have a chance, we can come back together to visit Uncle Zhang and the others."
"Forget it. My old bones can't stand the torture of going to a sect. Although you appear firm on the outside, you are actually soft-hearted and extreme on the inside. It's good that you went through what happened to Lin Wan'er. At least your temper has become tougher. I believe you will go further than me on the path of cultivation."
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