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Han Feng's gaze was filled with suspicion as he stared at Wei Yang. He simply didn't believe a single word of Wei Yang's nonsense.
"Why put on such an act?" Han Feng smiled coldly. "I'm guessing—you must have heard rumors about Flame Mantra in the past, right?"
"You possess the Black Sun Burning Heaven Flame, and now you've obtained my Sea Heart Flame. You even know the whereabouts of both the Green Lotus Core Flame and the Fallen Heart Flame. With your strength, I don't imagine acquiring them would be particularly difficult."
"That adds up to four Heavenly Flames!"
Han Feng couldn't help but shake his head in awe at that point. "You've already seen the Incomplete Flame Mantra, haven't you? That took me decades of research and effort to piece together.
It may not be the full version, but it's still fully cultivable. I can vouch for that—because I myself have cultivated it."
With a hint of temptation in his tone, Han Feng continued: "Don't tell me you're not tempted?"
"If you switch over to cultivating Flame Mantra, with four Heavenly Flames, the technique could evolve to a Quasi-Heaven Grade, or even reach a true Heaven Grade—it's entirely possible!"
"And the immense, pure power contained within four Heavenly Flames—once you devour them, achieving peak Dou Zong or even breaking into the Dou Zun realm will be well within reach!"
"What do you say? As long as you swear to let me live, I'll tell you all the insights and experience I've accumulated on Flame Mantra—insights I've gained over decades of study. In fact, just recently, I made some major breakthroughs I haven't even had time to record yet."
"With these new understandings, this Incomplete Flame Mantra will become that much closer to completion."
"And what's more… I'll tell you where I discovered Flame Mantra—the location of the ancient secret realm—and who currently possesses the complete version..."
Han Feng was rambling endlessly—but—
"Shut up."
Wei Yang frowned. Growing irritated, he waved his hand and directly sealed Han Feng in place.
Han Feng's soul was suddenly immobilized—he couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even send out a thought. It was as though his very spiritual fluctuations had been forcefully cut off.
After doing this, Wei Yang finally let out a slow breath, suppressing a sudden, inexplicable irritation within his heart. The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.
"You don't need to tell me who has the Complete Flame Mantra," Wei Yang said flatly.
"I already know. It's in the hands of Yao Zun Zhe."
Han Feng's eyes twitched slightly.
And in that moment, a very bad premonition surged through his heart.
Wei Yang went on: "Do you know why I left your soul intact?"
"Because an old man begged me to preserve a trace of it."
"He said he wanted to end it personally."
Seeing Han Feng's pupils contract sharply, Wei Yang grinned, showing a row of gleaming white teeth that, in the dim chamber, seemed to glow with a chilling light.
"You've figured it out, haven't you?" Wei Yang said softly. "That's right. That old man's name is: Yao Chen."
"He's not dead. In fact, he's even taken on a final disciple—that black-clothed young man you saw earlier, the one who wields the Green Lotus Core Flame."
"He's cultivating the Complete Flame Mantra."
"Surprised? Oh, I'm not finished yet."
"I too, in a way, am a half-disciple of Yao Lao."
"So, from a certain perspective… I could be considered your junior apprentice brother."
"Isn't that ironic?"
Wei Yang smiled brightly, but the chill beneath that smile was unmistakable.
"So when I kill you and obliterate your soul, I'm simply fulfilling my duty—cleaning house."
"Understand now, senior apprentice brother?"
"Oh right—almost forgot to introduce myself."
"My name is: Wei Yang."
These words struck Han Feng like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
His pupils instantly contracted to the size of a pinhole.
The unease he had buried deep within his soul now spread like wildfire, consuming him in a cold dread that seemed to freeze his entire being.
His heart sank into despair.
So that's how it is… That's how it all fits together!
Everything… made sense now.
The old man wasn't dead.
He had even taken on a disciple?
He had been watching from the shadows all along?
This Fallen Heart Flame incident—had he walked into a trap that had been laid out long ago?
...
Han Feng glared with bloodshot eyes, straining with all his might to open his mouth—to say something—but not even his consciousness could be projected. He was sealed.
Seeing this, Wei Yang flicked his finger, lifting the restriction on Han Feng's mouth only.
"Now that you know the truth—do you have anything else to say?"
"I'd advise you to think carefully before you speak. If you spew more nonsense, I won't give you another chance to open your mouth."
"W-Where… where is he?" Han Feng's voice trembled as he asked.
"Who? Yao Lao?" Wei Yang raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance.
The moment he heard that name, Han Feng's emotions surged even more violently.
With a tone full of resentment and fear, he cried out, "Yes! Where is he now? I want to see him!"
"What for?" Wei Yang smiled mockingly, saying, "He's busy right now—helping his precious disciple refine the Fallen Heart Flame. I doubt he has time to deal with you at the moment."
Upon hearing this, the raging fire of jealousy in Han Feng's heart completely burned away his reason. His voice grew hoarse and shrill as he screamed: "Precious disciple? Refining the Fallen Heart Flame? Complete Flame Mantra? Ha… hahaha…"
His laughter was sharp, laced with bitterness, like someone who had suffered unbearable humiliation. He roared with anguish: "Why? Why him and not me?!"
Wei Yang glanced sideways at Han Feng, who looked utterly deranged, and taunted, "What's so hard to understand?"
"That year, you framed him, causing him to lose his physical body. It was only thanks to the Bone Chilling Flame that he was able to preserve his soul and escape into a ring to hide in the void, barely surviving."
"He drifted to some remote backwater, where—just to have a chance at rebirth—he had to choose a new disciple. He spent years secretly testing the kid's character before he even began teaching him. Now that he's passed down the complete Flame Mantra, what's wrong with that?"
Han Feng's eyes were now completely filled with hatred.
He roared hoarsely, "If that old man hadn't been jealous of my talent back then and refused to teach me the complete technique—why would I have tried to kill him?!
Why would I have ended up exiled in this godforsaken Black-Corner Region, too scared to even return to Central Plains?!"
Wei Yang was speechless for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh: "What a textbook case of selfish hypocrisy… and delusional narcissism to top it off."
"He was jealous of your talent? Are you serious?"
"He was a peak Nine-Change Dou Zun, half a step from becoming a Dou Sheng. What did you have that was worth envying?"
"You act like he owed you something. Have you ever once stopped to reflect on your own flaws?"
"My flaws? What flaws could I possibly have?! Why wouldn't he be jealous of me?! I was his only personal disciple, the one closest to him! Why wouldn't he pass Flame Mantra to me?" Han Feng bellowed in madness.
Wei Yang sneered, "With a mentality like yours, if Yao Lao had really passed Flame Mantra to you back then, it would've killed you. You'd be dead by now, burned to ashes by the Heavenly Flames."
"Even someone as cautious as me never dared to touch Flame Mantra—and you think you could? What, because your ego's that big?"
"Seriously. Try looking at yourself sometime."
"If you ask me, Yao Lao should've passed it to you, just so he could watch you die, scorched beyond recognition by the very flames you so desired. At least then, you wouldn't be out here embarrassing yourself like this."
"You're looking down on me too?!" Han Feng shrieked. "What the hell are you?! Just a registered disciple? No! Not even that—just half of one! What right do you have to look down on me?!"
"F***, did I give you permission to talk to me like that?" Wei Yang snapped.
Boom!
He slapped Han Feng so hard that the man was sent crashing to the ground.
Wei Yang stepped forward and stomped viciously on Han Feng's face.The sole of his shoe ground down slowly, distorting Han Feng's entire expression.
Looking down at him coldly, he said: "What the hell am I?" Wei Yang's voice turned icy. "Let me tell you exactly what I am. Listen closely—my name is Wei Yang!"
"Why shouldn't I look down on you?"
"You think you're so impressive?"
"You're just a pathetic traitor who betrayed your own master. A failure. A coward.At the very least, I have principles.
At the very least, I'm a human being who understands gratitude. But you? You're worse than a beast. No—you're not even worthy of being called a beast. Just a fool."
"You were dealt a winning hand, and you played it until it turned into a pile of garbage."
"I come from a humble background. Born in a poor mercenary family in a backwater place—orphaned at six—no one to rely on. I started out with nothing but a high-level Huang-rank technique. And from there, I climbed to where I am today."
"I'm twenty-two years old. A Five-Star Dou Huang. In combat, I can crush you with one hand, even in your prime. So tell me—why shouldn't I look down on you? Hmm? You piece of trash."
"I have a Spirit Realm soul. What about you? Do you have any idea how pathetic you look to me? You're a waste of space—no, even waste is better than you."
"You're already over fifty, yet your mind is as childish as ever. Still stuck at the peak of Dou Huang, with a late-stage Mortal Realm soul. So what are you even so proud of? Where's this superiority complex coming from?"
"You dare ask me what I am?"
"I'm the half-registered disciple who can beat you to death with one hand."
"Right now, your life and death rest in the palm of my hand. And I can make you beg for life, or beg for death, and still not get either. Do you understand?"
"Mmhhmm-mmhh…" Han Feng's face was twisted beyond recognition.He choked out garbled sobs, his expression utterly wretched.
Wei Yang's words were like a blade, stabbing straight into his heart.
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