bookbashuk Chapter 221 An Unrepentant Beast
Chapter 221 An Unrepentant Beast
Chapter 221 An Unrepentant Beast
Xiao Yan looked down at the bottom of the pit—the two people lay there, limp and helpless like a lump of mud.
Before Mu Gu could finish his trembling question, Xiao Yan interrupted him coldly: "Shut up! You dare call yourself 'Yao Chen'?"
"A scoundrel who betrays his own fellow disciples and joins the Soul Hall in evil deeds, dares to call my master by his name?" His gaze swept over Han Feng, who was coughing up blood under the broken wall, before returning to Mu Gu. The icy tone in his voice almost froze the air. "Besides, you've mistaken me for someone else. I am just his disciple, Xiao Yan."
"As for you two beasts who betrayed your master and ancestors, it's not my master's place to take action—you're not qualified."
"Disciple?! Disciple?!"
Han Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of flesh, his eyes fixed on the black-robed youth at the edge of the pit, as if trying to "pierce" the other's eyes. His remaining consciousness exploded in chaos.
He had resented Yao Lao countless times for being biased and refusing to pass on the Burning Flame Technique to him. If it weren't for this suppression, he would have become the number one alchemist on the continent long ago. Why would he have to live in the chaotic Black Corner Region? But the powerful figure in front of him who crippled him with a wave of his hand and smashed half a city with a single punch was actually just Yao Chen's disciple?!
Why is there such a big difference between him and this young man, even though they are both disciples of that old bastard Yao Chen?
"Apprentice? Are you kidding me?!"
Mu Gu finally focused on Xiao Yan's face and examined it closely. Only then did he realize that he had completely misjudged him.
The boy's face still retained a touch of childishness, and although his brows and eyes were covered with a cold and fierce killing intent, they could not hide his immaturity. Where was there any trace of the vicissitudes of an old monster? This was clearly just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy!
Mu Gu's eyes, which were originally filled with terror, were now filled with utter absurdity.
He struggled to sit up, his knuckles turning white from the effort, but his arms trembled uncontrollably: "You're just a disciple? This...this kind of strength, how is that possible?! Could it be that Yao Chen has made another breakthrough in the past few decades? Has he become a ninth-grade Medicine Saint?!"
He had previously thought that the person in front of him was Yao Chen, whose soul was possessed, which he already found incredible, but now he knew that the other party was just a disciple.
If a disciple has the power to crush him, then the real Yao Chen must be far stronger than he can imagine.
Mu Gu lay paralyzed at the bottom of the pit, staring at the all-encompassing black-robed figure above him, feeling only a chilling coldness in his heart.
He thought he was the hunter, waiting to ambush and kill Yao Chen, but he never expected that he would be the prey from beginning to end, and even more so, the prey that was easily manipulated by Yao Chen's disciple.
"My master's realm is not for you, a lackey of the Soul Palace, to fathom." Xiao Yan's voice was completely calm, but when his gaze returned to Han Feng, his killing intent intensified.
"As for you, Han Feng, back then you disregarded the kindness of your upbringing of more than ten years for the sake of a cultivation technique, betrayed your master and joined the enemy, and committed treason and patriarchal crimes. Today you die at my hands, which is truly deserved."
As he spoke, Xiao Yan walked toward Han Feng.
Han Feng's body stiffened abruptly, the last trace of color draining from his face, leaving only a deathly despair.
He never imagined that he would ultimately fall into the hands of Yao Chen's newly trained disciple, whose strength far surpassed his own.
After learning Xiao Yan's age, the most shocked person was not Mu Gu, the Dou Zun, but the extreme emotions of jealousy, pain, and resentment that were wildly revealed in his eyes.
The closer Xiao Yan got, the more intense Han Feng's jealousy became.
He stared intently at Xiao Yan, coughing up several more mouthfuls of blood. His hair was disheveled and he was covered in blood, but he still forced himself to get up and roared, "How could that old bastard be so biased? How could he have nurtured you to this level?! I was clearly the most talented! I should have been the number one alchemist on the continent!"
Xiao Yan looked at Han Feng's venomous gaze, but a faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips—a smile that concealed undisguised disgust: "Number one alchemist? What nonsense are you spouting? After so many years of cultivation, you haven't even reached the Dou Zong level, and you're still just a sixth-grade alchemist. You dare to mention the word 'number one'?"
"That's all that old geezer's fault! He's the one who held me back!"
Upon hearing the words "sixth-grade alchemist," Han Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if pricked by needles, and screamed hysterically.
"It's all that old bastard Yao Chen's fault! I'm his adopted son, his only heir, yet he refused to pass on the Burning Technique to me, refused to dedicate himself to nurturing me, and instead suppressed me at every turn! If it weren't for that, why would I have killed him? If I hadn't killed him, why would I be hiding here and there, reduced to this state!"
"If it weren't for this, how could I have fallen so low as to not even be a seventh-grade alchemist?!"
Han Feng's eyes were full of resentment and venom, but even the old man Mu Gu could see that this was just an excuse Han Feng made for his despicable behavior.
Even he never imagined that he could turn Yao Chen's adopted son, whom he had raised for more than ten years, against him with just two sentences, and even lead him to kill his father and master!
After escaping to the Black Corner Region, let alone becoming the number one alchemist on the continent, he only barely reached the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Huang after decades of cultivation. He didn't even step into the Dou Zong realm, let alone reach the footsteps of Yao Lao. He was almost destined to never become a Dou Zun in this lifetime.
But he insisted on blaming everything on the old doctor.
"You're insane, beyond saving, worse than an animal." Xiao Yan's brows furrowed instantly, the disgust in his eyes almost solidified, and his voice was so cold it could freeze you to the bone.
"What right do you have to lecture me?!"
Han Feng smiled coldly, his voice almost overflowing with jealousy and resentment.
"You're just favored by that old bastard! I never imagined that the 'Burning Flame Technique,' which I begged him to pass on to me back then, would end up in the hands of a brat like you! Am I really less worthy of you than he was after all these years I've served him?!"
His chest heaved violently, and the blood he coughed up splattered on the ground, spreading a glaring red. He roared again, demanding, "I've cultivated for decades! How much suffering have I endured? What makes you, a mere brat, think you have this power?!"
In his view, there was only one possibility that the other party could have such good fortune: he had cultivated the complete version of the "Burning Technique"!
Upon hearing the words "Burning Blade" and hearing the other party still insulting his teacher, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the disgust that emanated from his bones could no longer be concealed.
He looked coldly at Han Feng and said:
"According to what my master said back then, you don't even understand what the Burning Incantation is for, do you?"
"I never imagined that such a beast existed in the world, that he would kill his adoptive father and his master for a cultivation technique he knew absolutely nothing about?!"
"Even on your deathbed, you remain so unrepentant. How can someone be so despicable, even worse than an animal?"