Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 142

However, he quickly dismissed it, assuming this young Daoist was part of Wang Chongyang’s ploy.

He fixed his gaze on Wang Chongyang and sneered, “You old Daoist, you tricked me once years ago, and now you want to trick me again? Do you think I’m a fool, using a pretty young Daoist to play tricks?”

“You’re gravely ill and won’t live much longer. I’ll give you one last chance: hand over the Nine Yin Manual, or I’ll kill your junior brother today and wipe out Quanzhen after you’re gone!”

His words were filled with malice.

It turned out that he had received information that Wang Chongyang had a source injury and was weaker than he appeared.

Last time, he had been scared off while trying to seize the Nine Yin Manual.

Ouyang Feng couldn’t tolerate this humiliation and had returned to Mount Zhongnan. He easily subdued the unsuspecting Zhou Botong with poison and captured him to threaten Wang Chongyang.

He glared at Wang Chongyang, still bitter about not obtaining the Nine Yin Manual during the martial arts contest ten years ago. He wanted to acquire its mysteries to perfect his martial arts and advance to the Land Immortal realm, with Wang Chongyang being his obstacle.

However, to his surprise, after he finished speaking, the Quanzhen disciples showed no anger. Instead, they looked at him with a strange expression, which made Ouyang Feng feel extremely uneasy.

The Quanzhen disciples could barely contain their laughter. Ouyang Feng had mistaken the Little Immortal for a trick by their master? It was laughable!

The Little Immortal of Wudang, whose spiritual monkey could easily defeat a Heaven-Man, and this Western Venom dared to act arrogantly in his presence?

Ma Yu and the others quickly bowed to Ning Changge, saying, “Little Immortal, please forgive this spectacle.”

Wang Chongyang sighed helplessly, “This is the karma I sowed in the past. Changge, don’t let it trouble you.”

Ning Changge shook his head with a smile, amused by the dramatic turn of events.

However, he knew that today’s issue with Ouyang Feng might not be solely about the Quanzhen Sect. His spiritual sense spread, encompassing the entire Mount Zhongnan.

Before he could act, Ouyang Feng froze.

“Little Immortal?!!”

Hearing Ma Yu and the others address the young Daoist, he immediately recalled the terrifying figure who had recently gained fame in the Jianghu. He was filled with dread!

Looking at the young Daoist again, a brief eye contact felt like being crushed by an endless galaxy. Those deep eyes seemed to contain the universe, as if the Dao itself was manifesting within them. Cold sweat ran down his back.

He dared not doubt any longer.

This was undoubtedly the Little Immortal who had slain the Evil Emperor and destroyed the Golden Buddha!

His heart raced, his mouth dry, and panic rose within him. Why was the Little Immortal of Wudang suddenly here??

Realization struck him like lightning. The information he had received was likely a deliberate trap, and he was merely a pawn to test the Little Immortal?

Ouyang Feng immediately retreated, shouting, “Little Immortal, I was used!”

He abandoned Zhou Botong and fled, his body swelling as he unleashed his Toad Skill, his breath like thunder.

But Ning Changge remained unmoved. With a flick of his finger, a pale flame leaped across the void, landing on Ouyang Feng.

“Though you were used, your evil intentions are your own doing,” Ning Changge said calmly. As the Pure Yin True Fire touched Ouyang Feng, it erupted instantly.

The intense Qi that had been surging through Ouyang Feng’s body halted in an instant. His body froze, and his eyes became empty. Zhou Botong, watching in a daze, shivered.

He felt that Ouyang Feng had become a soulless shell, a mere husk!

He looked at Ning Changge with immense reverence.

Indeed, as Zhou Botong suspected, the Pure Yin True Fire was the True Fire of the Primordial Spirit. It could burn the spiritual consciousness of cultivators, let alone a mere Heaven-Man expert. In an instant, Ouyang Feng’s soul was reduced to ashes, leaving only a lifeless body!

One of the Song Dynasty’s Five Greats, the Western Venom Ouyang Feng, was slain with a single flame.

With Ouyang Feng’s death, the countless venomous snakes went berserk, scattering in all directions. Some even surged toward the Quanzhen disciples.

But the pale flame flared up again.

From Ouyang Feng’s body, it spread like stardust, falling among the snakes.

In an instant, the snakes turned into statues, frozen in place, eerily still.

It was only then that the Quanzhen disciples snapped out of their daze, staring blankly at the scene before them.

Wang Chuyi murmured, “If I’m not mistaken… Ouyang Feng was killed by a single flame from the Little Immortal?”

His eyes were wide with shock, followed by the sound of gasps.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Ouyang Feng’s lifeless body and the frozen snakes looked so bizarre.

They had witnessed Ning Changge comprehend this pale flame technique, but they hadn’t expected it to be so terrifying. A single flame had incinerated the Western Venom, leaving them in awe!

Wang Chongyang also stood in a daze.

The Western Venom Ouyang Feng was one of the Five Greats, and while he wasn’t quite as strong as Wang Chongyang, he wasn’t far behind. Yet now he had been killed in an instant.

Did that mean Wang Chongyang would suffer the same fate against Ning Changge?

The disparity left him with a bitter smile.

But considering Ning Changge’s terrifying accomplishments, it seemed reasonable.

Still, hearing about it was one thing; witnessing it firsthand was another.

“Changge, this shouldn’t have been your battle. Ouyang Feng came for the Nine Yin Manual…” Wang Chongyang said, coming to his senses.

This was a matter between the Quanzhen Sect and Ouyang Feng. Involving Ning Changge made him feel guilty, as the Quanzhen Sect already owed him so much.

But Ning Changge merely waved it off with a smile. “Not at all. Ouyang Feng was merely a pawn to test me. It’s a convenient resolution.”

He looked into the distance, his voice echoing across Mount Zhongnan. “Since you know I’m here at Quanzhen, why not show yourself?”

The Quanzhen disciples were startled, even Wang Chongyang. If there was someone more formidable than Ouyang Feng, could it be… a Land Immortal?!

The thought made their hearts race.

As they speculated wildly, two voices rang out in succession.

“Ning Changge, you severed my limbs on Mount Emei. Today, we settle this score!”

“Golden Wheel of the Secret Sect, at your service, Little Immortal!”