The dean looked at Doug, who was taking his time across from him, and almost laughed out loud.
They emptied out my men, set a trap outside my door, chopped off my limbs, shaved my hair, and sucked away the spiritual power I had worked so hard to cultivate...
You call this no grudges or hatred? Fuck no grudges or hatred.
The dean roared, "Wang Chong, I will never reconcile with you. Today, it's either you or me..."
"..." Doug was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's either me or you. Are you really ready to sacrifice yourself for justice? Don't you really intend to watch the Supervisory Institute grow up and truly supervise the world?"
“……”Dean.
"The dean doesn't seem like a stubborn person!" Doug frowned slightly. "How come the dean can't figure out something that many supervisors can figure out?"
“……”Dean.
"Elder Zheng, how old is the dean?" Doug turned around and asked.
"According to the records of the Supervisory Institute, the dean is already 1,200 years old." Zheng Tingwen said respectfully.
"How many years can one live in the Fusion Realm?" Doug asked again.
"At least four thousand years." Zheng Tingwen glanced at the dean and said.
"For the sake of justice, you have sacrificed more than two thousand years of life. I admire you." Doug turned around and said to the dean in a serious manner, clasping his fists.
"..." The dean's eyes twitched and he suddenly froze.
"Elder Zheng, find a secretary to record the dean's heroic and unyielding deeds in the history books of the supervisory envoy, and state why he died, the reason for his death, and the process of his death." Duger turned around and instructed Zheng Tingwen.
"..." Zheng Tingwen's eyebrows jumped, and he glanced at the naked, limbless dean, and replied awkwardly, "Yes, leader."
"Zheng Tingwen, if you dare to go, I will kill you." The dean was furious and violently hit the forbidden seal, roaring, "Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go..."
He is really going crazy.
Not only would his death be ignominious if he died in this way, but people from the Supervisory Council would probably treat him as a joke when they see his life in the future!
It's better to be infamous for eternity than to be treated as a joke! Cruel! Wang Chong is so cruel.
The dean glared at Wang Chong angrily, with a look that showed he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.
…
Looking at Zheng Tingwen who had stopped walking, Du Ge said, "Elder Zheng, go find the secretary and call all the monks in the Supervisory Institute to see Dean... Dean Liu Xuanmin off to his last journey. In the future, on Dean Liu's tombstone, it will be written 'the last conservative, a stumbling block on the road to the rise of the Supervisory Institute'..."
Zheng Tingwen nodded, looked at the dean with sympathy, and took another step.
The rest of the supervisors fell silent.
This moment.
They suddenly felt that the way Wang Chong subdued them at that time really saved their face.
Seeing Zheng Tingwen leave, the dean could no longer remain calm and shouted angrily, "Zheng Tingwen, stop, you stop right there." Seeing that he couldn't stop Zheng Tingwen, the dean hurriedly looked at Du Ge, "Wang Chong, I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender..."
"Old Zheng, come back!" Doug looked at the dean who was broken, smiled and said, "He who knows the times is a hero. The dean is indeed a hero of the time."
NMB! Just now you said I was the last of the old guard! The dean's face was as black as ink, and he said nothing.
Doug shook his head and continued, "If the dean still refuses to surrender, I am planning to invite the people of Beijing to come and see you off!"
"You..." The dean glared at Doug. He took a deep breath and said disgustedly, "I surrender when I say so. There's no need to play these little tricks with you."
“……” The dean was stunned.
"Elder Zheng was just following orders, so don't blame him." Du Ge stood up and said righteously, "If you have any resentment in your heart, just blame me. Today, it was Wang Chong who offended the dean first. If one day, I die at the hands of the dean, I will have no complaints."
Gao Shang still needs to be brushed.
Doug deeply understands that a truly evil person will not make it to the end. He always believes that only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.
"How do you feel?" asked the dean.
"I will borrow the dean's spiritual power to support Wang's growth." Doug glanced at him and said, "I will borrow 10% today and return 100% in the future."
Speaking of.
He stretched his hand into the forbidden area again, touched the dean's shoulder, and began to devour the dean's spiritual power.
The dean's body shook violently. This time he did not resist and even dispersed the arm that was condensed with spiritual power.
Seeing that the dean did not resist, Douger turned around and called out to the elders who supervised the monastery: "If anyone has extra clothes, please give one to the dean, so that I won't hurt him later..."
He stretched out his hand first, then gave him clothes. The dean was shocked again and suddenly realized that if he still resisted this time, Wang Chong would really kill him! He never believed in himself from beginning to end!
It was Zheng Tingwen who had just offended the dean. He took off his coat, walked over, and put it on the dean himself.
However, he did not leave, but stood aside and explained the matters of the Spiritual Power Mutual Aid Alliance to the dean.
The dean finally understood why so many supervisors were willing to stand by Wang Chong even after being tortured like that, and why Duger said that he would return tenfold the spiritual power he borrowed. So the root of the problem was this...
but.
He is now in the Fusion Realm? To replenish his spiritual power, doesn't it mean that he needs to find a cultivator of a higher realm? And a cultivator of a higher realm?
He turned his head sharply and looked at Du Ge: "Wang Chong, are you really going to deal with those famous sects in Tiandao Academy?"
"What else? If we don't defeat them, how can we bring them under the supervision system? Mr. Wang always keeps his word..." Doug smiled and said, "Does the dean really not want to see the day when the Supervision Institute supervises all the monks in the world? Doesn't the dean want to see with his own eyes the masters of those famous sects end up like the dean? It's very refreshing, happiness is better shared with others than happiness alone!"
"Of course I want to see it." The dean's face darkened, he sighed, and shook his head, "But Wang Chong, do you know how rich the foundations of those big sects are?"
"Dean, I am from the Seven Stars Sect. Two months ago, there were only three people in the Seven Stars Sect, three rookies in the Qi Refining Stage." Doug looked proud when talking about his resume. "But now, I am about to reach the Fusion Stage. I have thirty people in the Void Refining Stage, hundreds in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and countless Yuanying and Jindan. Do you think I have the ability to lead the Supervision Institute to glory..."
"Wang Chong, these are the forces of the Supervision Institute, right?" Feeling the rapidly decreasing spiritual power, the dean's face became more helpless. "As the dean, I dare not go against them. You have gone from Qi Refining to Fusion in two months. Your foundation is so unstable. How dare you swing your sword at them?"
"If you dare to swing your sword at the Supervisory Institute, then you can naturally swing your sword at them." Doug smiled and said confidently, "In my opinion, there is no difference between the two. It's just that it takes a different amount of time and energy to do it."
Talking.
The Nascent Soul in Douger's body grew bigger and merged with his body as spiritual power was continuously infused into it. He also felt that his soul was also getting stronger. He subconsciously opened his personal panel.
As expected.
The mental power number, which was originally only over 6,000, kept changing as if the acceleration key had been pressed, 6,500, 6,600, 6,700...
The moment his Nascent Soul and his body completely overlapped, his mental strength number froze at 12,000.
This is probably what Nan Youlong talked about as the method of tempering the soul!
No wonder he didn't recommend taking over the bodies of high-level monks at the beginning. These guys had spiritual powers of thousands or even tens of thousands. Even if they didn't have the ability to see through the soul, taking over their bodies would be almost like seeking death...
(End of this chapter)