I thank you, and I thank your whole family!
Yun Tiānkōng expressed his "most sincere" gratitude to the military post.
Wei Su chuckled.
"Junior Brother Tiānkōng, we have shared life and death. Such a trivial matter is not worth mentioning… Alright, Junior Brother Tiānkōng, there's no time to delay, hurry up and become my disciple!"
Wei Su, doing a good deed to the end, urged Yun Tiānkōng again to accept him as a disciple.
Yun Tiānkōng really thanked his whole family!
"Ancestor of Chaos" on the side struck while the iron was hot. He took out more than a dozen "storage bags" and stuffed them all into Yun Tiānkōng.
"Tiānkōng, this is the gift of meeting from this venerable one… Hehe, don't be polite, take it quickly… These spiritual herbs, elixirs, and magic treasures, this venerable one specifically prepared them for my final disciple, so it's perfect for you…"
Things had reached this point.
Yun Tiānkōng sighed in his heart.
He knew he couldn't refuse.
Alas!
Accept fate!
Yun Tiānkōng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and stamped his foot, preparing to formally accept his master…
Just at this critical moment, a sudden change occurred.
The "Ancestor of Chaos," who had been smiling all along, suddenly changed his expression, becoming extremely ugly.
"Damn it, how could this be…"
"Ancestor of Chaos" was furious.
Endless killing intent erupted from his body,
Rumbling!
The killing intent almost materialized, sweeping wildly.
Everyone's faces turned pale, and they trembled with fear.
"Ancestor, wh-what happened?"
A "Nascent Soul Elder" summoned his courage and cautiously stepped forward to ask.
"Ancestor of Chaos" had a gloomy expression and said resentfully.
"Shēn Àn and the others, they've all been killed!"
Rumbling!
It was as if a "heaven-shattering thunderclap" had sounded.
Everyone was shocked.
"What, Elder Shēn Àn and the others have all been killed? Who, who did it?"
It must be known that Elder Shēn Àn and his group were all "Nascent Soul cultivators."
Sixty-one "Nascent Soul cultivators," without encountering a "Soul Splitting Ancestor," could walk sideways in the "Endless Outer Sea."
Moreover, Elder Shēn Àn and the others were not weak in their cultivation.
Especially Elder Shēn Àn, he was at the "Great Perfection stage of Nascent Soul," only one step away from the "Soul Splitting stage."
Even if he encountered a "Soul Splitting Ancestor," he could escape if he couldn't defeat them, and he wouldn't be killed!
So, who exactly did this?
"Dragon, Knight, Merchant, Guild!"
"Ancestor of Chaos" said word by word, his tone filled with endless killing intent.
There was no doubt that the "Dragon Knight Merchant Guild" had been placed on "Ancestor of Chaos's" kill list as number one.
"Impossible, how is this possible?"
"Young Master Yīn Jiàn" could no longer sit still. He jumped up and shouted.
"The cultivators of the Dragon Knight Merchant Guild are just a bunch of Golden Core cultivators, how could they possibly kill Elder Shēn Àn and the others…"
"Are you questioning this venerable one?"
"Ancestor of Chaos's" tone was icy, and his killing intent was chilling.
A "Soul Splitting Ancestor" in a "rage" would truly kill people at the slightest disagreement!
Wei Su knew he had said the wrong thing, and he quickly bowed his head and apologized.
"Ancestor, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I didn't mean to question you, I just found this matter unbelievable!"
"Ancestor of Chaos" snorted displeasedly.
He secretly thought to himself: If it weren't for the fact that you helped this venerable one just now and let Yun Tiānpíng become my disciple, this venerable one would definitely make you suffer today, hum! Even if you are from the Wei family, it's useless!
"Ancestor of Chaos" stabilized his raging emotions and said in a deep voice.
"This venerable one placed a restriction on Shēn Àn. That restriction just transmitted the message that Shēn Àn and the other sixty people were all killed by the cultivators of the Dragon Knight Merchant Guild!"
This…
Hearing "Ancestor of Chaos's" explanation, everyone understood that this news was absolutely true.
A "restriction" placed by a "Soul Splitting Ancestor" could not be wrong!
But were the cultivators of the Dragon Knight Merchant Guild really just "Golden Core cultivators" who could kill sixty-one "Nascent Soul cultivators?"
This wasn't scientific!
Even "Ancestor of Chaos" couldn't figure it out.
If it were a single "Nascent Soul cultivator," ambushed by a large group of super-powerful "Golden Core cultivators" by surprise, it was indeed possible to be killed.
But the current situation was that Elder Shēn Àn and the others numbered sixty-one "Nascent Soul cultivators."
Could "Golden Core cultivators" kill them?
Even ten thousand "Golden Core cultivators" couldn't kill sixty-one "Nascent Soul cultivators!"
Even more bizarre was that sixty-one "Nascent Soul cultivators" were completely wiped out, not a single one managed to escape.
Even a hundred thousand "Golden Core cultivators" couldn't achieve this!
So, what in the world was going on!
"Ancestor of Chaos" became more and more angry as he thought about it. He couldn't stand it anymore. Cold light shot from his eyes, and he said sternly.
"This venerable one will go over and kill them now, and see if the cultivators of the Dragon Knight Merchant Guild have three heads and six arms…"
Saying this, "Ancestor of Chaos" menacingly ascended into the sky, turning into a black sword beam, ready to pursue the "Dragon Knight Merchant Guild."
At this critical moment, Yun Tiānkōng stepped forward and shouted.
"Master, wait!"
If it were anyone else, daring to stop "Ancestor of Chaos" at this moment would only result in being sliced to death by "Ancestor of Chaos's" sword.
But Yun Tiānkōng's treatment was completely different. Especially after Yun Tiānkōng shouted "Master," "Ancestor of Chaos's" originally fierce and chilling eyes instantly softened.
"What did you call me, Master, you, you called me Master… Yes, yes, yes, good disciple, Tiānkōng disciple, my good disciple… Pfft!"
As "Ancestor of Chaos" called Yun Tiānkōng his good disciple, a wisp of dark energy faintly appeared on his forehead.
Then, his injury from "divine sense power withering" suddenly acted up, and it was extremely severe. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Crap!
What kind of situation was this?
The "Nascent Soul Elders" below were all stunned!
"Ancestor of Chaos" was so happy that he vomited blood from happiness?
"Ancestor of Chaos" was also confused.
He couldn't figure out what was happening, why his injuries suddenly became so severe?
"Ancestor of Chaos" reined in his sword light and landed back on the deck.
"Good disciple, pfft…"
As soon as "Ancestor of Chaos" called out "good disciple," he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
This was bizarre!
Why did he spit blood every time he called out "good disciple?"
"Ancestor of Chaos" suppressed his confusion and asked Yun Tiānkōng.
"What do you want to say?"
"Master, the Dragon Knight Merchant Guild has a conspiracy, an ambush, and it might be specifically targeting you!"
"What do you mean?"
"If the Dragon Knight Merchant Guild is truly just a group of Golden Core cultivators, how could they kill sixty-one Nascent Soul cultivators? I suspect this is their trap… They've set up an ambush circle, with a large number of experts hidden around, just to lure us into their trap!"