Wei Wan knelt on the ground and told the story of how Zheng Shengmo was killed by the Red Flame Fox and how the disciples surrounded and killed the Red Flame Fox.
The man was still sitting with his back to Wei Wan. When she finished speaking, he snorted coldly:
"The Red Flame Fox is fake."
Wei Wan was startled and looked at the man in astonishment: "False? But we have all fought against it. The Red Flame Fox's Li Huo is as powerful as the legend."
"The last Red Flame Fox in the world died twenty years ago."
The man sneered.
"The Red Flame Fox is dead?" Wei Wan was stunned and asked quickly:
"Who killed him?"
The man said calmly: "Chun Hongtang from Qinglianmen."
Wei Wan trembled, lowered his head slightly, and stopped talking.
He heard the name Chun Hongtang mentioned by his father more than once, especially when his cultivation in that valley failed to satisfy his father.
The father would always say that it would be great if his daughter were Chun Hongtang instead of a loser like her.
Somehow, Wei Wan suddenly remembered the nightmare just now and what Mo Sha said to her:
"Father just took a fancy to your talent and made you his daughter."
In fact, whether it was her father or her brother, she didn't care no matter how they beat or scolded her, but every time when they said that she was not worthy of being their relative, Wei Wan's heart hurt as if someone had cut it out with a knife.
She has lived in a deserted valley for twenty years. She is too afraid of loneliness and longs for her relatives.
So every time she heard her father say that he hoped Chun Hongtang was his daughter, she felt very hurt and scared.
Even now, when she heard this name, she was a little afraid to face it.
The man didn't seem to notice Wei Wan's emotions, or he didn't care at all, and said calmly:
"Other than Red Flame Fox, who else do you think can use Li Huo?"
Wei Wan raised her head suddenly: "Xia Qinglian?"
The man suddenly laughed: "I was looking for her, but she came to my door. A-Ling, you must find her this time!"
"yes."
Wei Wan lay on the ground, responded respectfully, and asked again:
"Father, Elder Zheng's story will soon spread throughout the world, and Zhenyang Sect's reputation will be ruined."
"Zhenyang Sect is just a tool. Aling, don't worry about other things. Find Xia Qinglian first. Do you understand?"
"yes."
Wei Wan slowly raised his head, hesitated, and finally said:
"Father, there is something I want to ask you."
The man's voice was a little impatient, and he said coldly: "Say."
Wei Wan bit her lip, her hair hanging on her cold forehead, her voice trembled slightly:
"Father, my brother once said that I, I am not your daughter. You killed my parents and snatched me away. Is this true?"
"Mo Ling!!"
The man's voice suddenly became stern, Wei Wan trembled and fell to the ground:
"I'm sorry, father."
The man said coldly: "You disappoint me so much, you know what to do."
"yes."
Wei Wan quickly agreed, then took out a piercing whip from his storage bag and held it up with both hands.
The man in the light screen didn't turn around, he just raised his hand, and the thorn whip in Wei Wan's hand actually flew up under his control!
Controlling objects thousands of miles away in the air can only be achieved by the state of transformation into gods.
Wei Wan seemed to be used to it, and was not surprised at all. He just turned around silently, facing away from the man in the light curtain, and took off his shirt, revealing his scarred back.
The thorn whip in mid-air seemed to be held in someone's hand, and the whip suddenly swung down, hitting Wei Wan hard on the back!
Snapped!
With the sound of the whip hitting the skin and the thorns piercing the flesh, a little bit of blood splashed to the ground.
Wei Wan trembled slightly and bit her lip, but did not make any sound.
Bang bang bang!
The Stinging Divine Whip was grasped by a man thousands of miles away and turned into afterimages. In just a moment, hundreds of blows had been struck.
Wei Wan was still kneeling on the ground, his white forehead covered with sweat, his body upright, and his body was covered with blood.
The skin on her back had been torn apart, and no patch of intact skin could be found.
The man finally had enough beatings, and the whip fell to the ground with a bang. Wei Wan put on her clothes silently, turned around, and kowtowed to the man:
"Father, calm down, it's your daughter's fault."
The man seemed to have vented enough, and his voice finally became gentle:
"A-Ling, I know you blame me for leaving you alone in the valley, but if I didn't do this, how could you concentrate on your cultivation, and how could you achieve the cultivation and achievements you have today?"
"Mo Sha has already disappointed me once. I don't want you to be like him, do you understand?"
"You are my daughter. Everything I do is for you. Don't you believe what your father says?"
Wei Wan rested his forehead on the cold ground still stained with his own blood, and replied respectfully:
"Father, my daughter is wrong, she must listen to you!"
The man nodded and said with satisfaction: "That's right. Since Xia Qinglian dares to pretend to be the Red Flame Fox, she must have some intentions. She should still be following you. You try to find her."
"yes."
Seeing that Wei Wan had returned to his obedient appearance, the man continued:
"One more thing. In the Feixian Competition in half a year, you have to get the qualification to enter the Feixian Pavilion. Help me get a treasure out."
The Flying Immortal Competition is a major event in the entire cultivation world. It only happens once every twenty years and all young monks in Hongzhou Continent can participate.
The top three monks can enter the Feixian Pavilion for half a day, where they can view the classics and exercises at will, and can also choose a treasure.
Wei Wan asked respectfully: "Father, what treasure do you want?"
"Soul Replenishing Seal."
The man's words made Wei Wan look up in surprise.
"Soul Replenishing Seal?"
She had heard about this treasure. It was not a magic weapon to help with cultivation or fighting. Its only function was to replenish a person's soul.
However, there are very few people in the world who have incomplete souls, so the Soul Replenishing Seal is of no use to most people.
"You must get this treasure for me, do you understand?"
"Yes, father."
The light curtain disappeared and the bead fell. Wei Wan quickly stretched out his hand to catch it. Tears suddenly fell from his expressionless face when he was whipped.
She fell limply to the ground, her hair and body were stained red by the blood on the ground, and she held the beads on her chest with her delicate hands.
"Father, why did you lie to me, why..."
The next day.
At the head of Zhenlian City.
The guards suddenly shouted loudly:
"The monsters on Mount Kilian are back! They have recovered!"
"The tide of beasts has receded!"
"The tide of beasts has receded!"
The sign of the end of the beast tide is that the high-level monsters disappear, and the controlled low-level monsters release their violent state, return to normal, and return to the place where they once lived.
At this time, what the guards saw was that countless low-level monsters had returned to Mount Kilian and restored their former docility.
At noon that day, Xu Jiangxing and Jian Yue also received messages from various places.
In the four regions of Dongxiu, Southern Demon, Western Emperor, and Northern Wilderness, high-level monsters disappeared, and low-level monsters returned to normal.
This also means that this beast wave is completely over.
Then, Jian Yue, Su Xin, Chun Ningzhi, Wei Wan and others also received orders from the Zhenyang Sect. All disciples who were fighting against the beast tide were to return to Zhenyang Mountain within three days.
That night, General Xu held a banquet to bid farewell to the immortals of the Zhenyang Sect.
At the farewell banquet, He Zhiqiu, an outer disciple of Huashen Peak, replaced Zheng Shengmo and became the most respected Zhenyang Sect disciple.
At the same time as He Zhiqiu's heroic deeds of defeating the Red Flame Fox were spread throughout the world, there was also the scandal of Zheng Shengmo raping a junior female disciple and trapping and killing dozens of disciples.
The next day, Jian Yue led a group of Zhenyang Sect disciples to leave Zhenlian City and embarked on their way back to Zhenyang.
The monk traveled quickly and was less than two thousand miles away from Zhenyang City that night.
Everyone rested in a mountain forest.
late at night.
Ruomei walked out of the resting tent and walked to a woods far away from the camp, turning back quickly.
"Senior Sister Wei, you have been spying on me secretly these past two days. What is the matter with you?"
(End of chapter)
