CH 62

“I-I’ll have Changming apologize to your disciple and admit his mistake.” Gu Rufeng was really afraid that Grandpa Wu would suddenly go crazy. The legacy he had painstakingly founded for decades must not be destroyed in the hands of this old man, ah. “I’ll let him never dare to make a move against your disciple again.”

“You mean to say that my disciple can’t beat your disciple?” Grandpa Wu snorted coldly in anger.

“No…that’s not what I meant…” Holy shit, this old guy is really unreasonable. Since White Mountain Sect has kept Ghost Kings for generations, who in the metaphysical world sees us and doesn’t concede to some degree? As a result, I met an old man, this Elder Wu, who can summon the Ghost King of the underworld. If he were someone else, see if I don’t release the Ghost King to kill him.

“I have a flight to catch in the morning, so let’s make it quick.” Elder Wu got up and said, “I perceived when I came in just now that you have a total of three Ghost Kings enshrined here. I’ll leave one for you. What do you think?”

“Wu Li, don’t go too far. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?” Once Gu Rufeng heard that he wanted to destroy the Ghost Kings that had been worshipped by the White Mountain Sect for generations, he refused to give in.

“Not pretending to be polite anymore, huh?” Grandpa Wu said contemptuously, “Your White Mountain Sect are scums. Instead of cultivating techniques properly, you study the Soul Refining Formation all day long. From top to bottom, none of you are good fellows. In earlier years, there were many vengeful ghosts and malevolent ghosts in the world, but the world is currently at peace now, yet you actually let your disciples breed Ghost Kings. I think your lineage should be terminated.”

“You have given me no quarter,” Gu Rufeng roared and performed a hand seal. Immediately after, the brightly lit hall became pitch dark, followed by three gloomy Yin winds attacking from the rear.

Grandpa Wu unzipped his backpack, pulled out the peach wooden sword and talismans inside, stepped on the chair and jumped out. He dodged the attack of a Ghost King, and with a flip, he pasted a soul charm on him. He followed up with a thrust of his peach wooden sword, stabbing the Ghost King right in the heart.

“Soul Break!” With Grandpa Wu’s clear cry, a complex spiritual pattern appeared on the chest of the Ghost King where the peach wooden sword plunged, like an array. The Ghost King quickly turned into ashes and disappeared along with the spiritual brightness.

Gu Rufeng’s face changed drastically when he saw this. He altered his hand’s magic trick, trying to make the other two Ghost Kings withdraw.

“Do you want to escape?” Grandpa Wu coldly snorted. The peach wooden sword in his hand flew out, and his right hand waved towards his hiking backpack. A Soul Restraining Talisman flew out from his backpack and stuck itself behind the Ghost King the moment the peach wooden sword pierced him.

“Break!”

After a shrill scream, the second Ghost King turned into ashes in an instant. Only then did Grandpa Wu retrieve his peach wooden sword and stopped paying attention to the last Ghost King who retreated.

“Wu Li, you righteously said that my White Mountain Sect’s breeding of Ghost Kings isn’t a good thing, so what is ‘good thing’ are you?” Gu Rufeng’s eyes were red with anger, his face distorted. “Don’t you remember why you bowed out after a long career 20 years ago?”

“Don’t you want the last Ghost King anymore?” Grandpa Wu squinted threateningly.

“…” How could Gu Rufeng still dare to scream? He was just too consumed by anger just now and lost his reason. He hadn’t seen this old guy for more than 20 years, yet he was still strong. A person and a sword who could literally one-shot a Ghost King.