Chapter 264: Chapter 264: Han Feng’s Hatred
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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 Fla Mantra in the past, right?"
"You possess the Black Sun Burning Heaven Fla, and now you’ve obtained my Sea Heart Fla. You even know the whereabouts of both the Green Lotus Core Fla and the Fallen Heart Fla. With your strength, I don’t imagine acquiring them would be particularly difficult."
"That adds up to four Heavenly Flas!"
Han Feng couldn’t help but shake his head in awe at that point. "You’ve already seen the Incomplete Fla Mantra, haven’t you? That took
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
you’re not tempted?"
"If you switch over to cultivating Fla Mantra, with four Heavenly Flas, the technique could evolve to a Quasi-Heaven Grade, or even reach a true Heaven Grade—it’s entirely possible!"
"And the imnse, pure power contained within four Heavenly Flas—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
live, I’ll tell you all the insights and experience I’ve accumulated on Fla Mantra—insights I’ve gained over decades of study. In fact, just recently, I made so major breakthroughs I haven’t even had ti to record yet."
"With these new understandings, this Incomplete Fla Mantra will beco that much closer to completion."
"And what’s more... I’ll tell you where I discovered Fla 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
who has the Complete Fla 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 mont, 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
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, seed 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 na 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 Fla."
"He’s cultivating the Complete Fla 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 na 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 seed 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 Fla 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 sothing—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 mont he heard that na, Han Feng’s emotions surged even more violently.
With a tone full of resentnt 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 Fla. I doubt he has ti to deal with you at the mont."
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 scread: "Precious disciple? Refining the Fallen Heart Fla? Complete Fla Mantra? Ha... hahaha..."
His laughter was sharp, laced with bitterness, like soone who had suffered unbearable humiliation. He roared with anguish: "Why? Why him and not ?!"
Wei Yang glanced sideways at Han Feng, who looked utterly deranged, and taunted, "What’s so hard to understand?"
"That year, you frad him, causing him to lose his physical body. It was only thanks to the Bone Chilling Fla that he was able to preserve his soul and escape into a ring to hide in the void, barely surviving."
"He drifted to so 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 Fla 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
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 mont, 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 sothing. 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 ?! I was his only personal disciple, the one closest to him! Why wouldn’t he pass Fla Mantra to ?" Han Feng bellowed in madness.
Wei Yang sneered, "With a ntality like yours, if Yao Lao had really passed Fla Mantra to you back then, it would’ve killed you. You’d be dead by now, burned to ashes by the Heavenly Flas."
"Even soone as cautious as
never dared to touch Fla Mantra—and you think you could? What, because your ego’s that big?"
"Seriously. Try looking at yourself soti."
"If you ask , Yao Lao should’ve passed it to you, just so he could watch you die, scorched beyond recognition by the very flas you so desired. At least then, you wouldn’t be out here embarrassing yourself like this."
"You’re looking down on
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 ?!"
"F***, did I give you permission to talk to
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
tell you exactly what I am. Listen closely—my na 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 co from a humble background. Born in a poor rcenary 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 pri. So tell —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 ? 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
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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