Ling Xiao sneered and drifted away.
He could sense that Han Zhan had used some method to conceal his cultivation level.
Of course, such a method might fool his old, weak, and disabled master, but before Ling Xiao... it was utterly useless.
"Han Zhan... Han Zhan..." Han Zhan, who was originally lying on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes filled with indescribable panic and confusion.
A youth who hadn't even opened his Soul Palace couldn't comprehend the mystery of divine sense transmission.
At this moment, he only felt a voice lingering in his mind, somewhat familiar.
"Junior Brother, it's me... I'm your... ahem... Elder Martial Sister."
Dammit!
Slipped up!
Forgot to ask the medicinal shop owner earlier what Han Zhan's elder martial sister was called.
"What? Elder Martial Sister Duo?! Is that you? You... where are you?" Panic instantly surged in Han Zhan's eyes, his tone filled with hesitation.
"Junior Brother Han... I died so unjustly... You should run... Master is about to use your Dantian and internal organs to refine medicine..."
"What!!!"
"Ding!! The Son of Fate's mind is shaken. Congratulations, Host, on plundering 300 Luck Points and 3000 Villain Points."
Heh, the mortal stream. Their mental fortitude isn't necessarily poor, but their experience is certainly lacking.
Just a few words, and he's already fooled.
Of course, Sons of Fate from humble origins like Han Zhan were inherently cautious and meticulous, advancing step by step.
So, he had probably long guessed his master's sinister intentions, but lacking the strength, he didn't dare act out, only wanting to endure until one day he was strong enough to break free.
The original plot was likely like this, but the problem was his route today when he went down the mountain to buy medicine was unsuitable.
"Elder Martial Sister... what are you saying? How could Master..." Han Zhan's hair practically stood on end. He had indeed noticed long ago that his elder martial sister's disappearance was far too strange.
And just the day after she disappeared, his master's behavior became peculiar.
Chopping sounds often came from his room, thump, thump, thump.
But every time Han Zhan tried to go in and look, his master would beat and scold him out.
The more this happened, the more intense the fear in Han Zhan's heart grew.
"Junior Brother, if you don't believe me, my head is in Master's room. You can go see for yourself. But I advise you to... run, quickly. Otherwise... you will be Master's next prey... His injury is in his Dantian, so... he needs to devour our Dantians to cultivate..." Ling Xiao randomly fabricated an excuse. How would he know where the old man was injured? He just said whatever sounded most sinister.
"Elder Martial Sister!!! Your remnant soul remains, you must be filled with grievance! Tell me, how can I help you pass on to the cycle of reincarnation?" A cold glint gradually appeared in Han Zhan's eyes!
He was timid and weak, but Elder Martial Sister Duo had taken great care of him. In his heart, he actually held a trace of affection for her.
If he left like this, wouldn't it stain his Dao Heart?
Sons of Fate, their character setup necessarily involves valuing relationships and righteousness.
Even knowing the risks and dangers, for the sake of sentiment and loyalty, they would not hesitate.
"Junior Brother! You fool! That old man doesn't have many years left. Escape first. Wait until his lifespan is nearly exhausted, then come back to bury me!!" Ling Xiao sneered, his voice filled with anger.
If he advised Han Zhan to attack his master now, it would instead arouse suspicion.
People are mostly like this.
The more you tell them not to do something, the harder the decision becomes for them.
Sure enough!
Han Zhan seemed extremely hesitant. "But... if he harms someone else... wouldn't that..."
"You... Ah... Junior Brother, I know you have a kind heart, but... listen to your elder martial sister's advice, leave this place quickly. Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west side. Don't be impulsive."
"Alright... alright! Elder Martial Sister, take care. I will definitely return." Finally, Han Zhan took a deep breath, quickly packed his belongings, gathered all the spiritual materials he usually treasured, and quietly headed for the door to escape.
But... just then!!
A sharp sound of something cutting through the air came from the sky. If Han Zhan hadn't known he wasn't channeling spiritual power, he would have suspected he made that sound himself.
"Huh? Han Zhan, where are you going?" The Wen Xian Sect Master's figure swooped in from the side, his pale, sinister face filled with deep resentment and anger.
Especially when he saw the pack on Han Zhan's back, the killing intent in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
"Mas... Master." Han Zhan was at a loss. Was that sound made by Elder Martial Sister when she was escaping?
Ah, this elder martial sister of mine is always so careless, usually so muddle-headed.
But the more she was like that, the warmer and more adorable she seemed.
But... can a soul remnant make a sound like cutting through the air?
"I asked you, where are you going?"
"Master! Where did Elder Martial Sister go?" Seeing that things were exposed, Han Zhan finally took a deep breath and asked coldly.
In his heart, he still held a sliver of hope.
Although his master was extremely strict with him, he had also saved his life.
Back then, he was just a wandering beggar in the city below the mountain, chased into the mountains by wild beasts, falling off a cliff and breaking both legs.
If he hadn't met his master, he might have died long ago.
Of course, that was also the day he picked up an... object that changed his destiny!
But... if Elder Martial Sister's remnant soul appeared, how could she deceive him?
Right! The head!
As long as he clarified the secret in his master's room, everything would become clear.
"Your elder martial sister went out to travel. Haven't I told you many times? What, you don't believe me?" The Wen Xian Sect Master's eyes were sinister, like a mountain snake or scorpion. At a glance... he was no righteous person.
"Then I also want to go down the mountain and travel. I beg Master to grant me this!" Han Zhan gritted his teeth. He had concealed his cultivation level and, by chance, even cultivated an unusual technique.
But his master was, after all, a late Profound Clear Realm expert. The current him might not be a match.
"You cannot. Your skills are not proficient. The world is turbulent now; going down the mountain is no different from seeking death." The Wen Xian Sect Master shook his head. Just as a cold light flashed in Han Zhan's eyes and he was about to flee, his master suddenly stepped forward.
"Going down the mountain isn't impossible, but before that, you must leave your Dantian behind for me!!"
"What!!! Elder Martial Sister was indeed killed by you!!"
"Ding! The Son of Fate's Dao Heart is unstable. Congratulations, Host, on plundering 300 Luck Points and 3000 Villain Points."
In an instant, Han Zhan's eyes filled with tears.
His whole body even began to tremble, to collapse!
In the end, all his suspicions were confirmed!
His master was indeed the culprit who killed his elder martial sister!
"Why!!" Han Zhan gritted his teeth, looking with grief and indignation at the Wen Xian Sect Master.
"Why? Disciple, have you forgotten? On your first day entering the sect, I taught you: on the immortal path, you cannot trust anyone. The struggle for benefits, the fight for opportunities, that is the ultimate truth of the immortal path!"
"Ding! The Son of Fate's Dao Heart shatters. Congratulations, Host, on plundering 500 Luck Points and 5000 Villain Points."