After hearing the old man's story, Yang Wenzhu's mouth twitched, and he said:
"Damn, old man, you've really gone too far. What you did was downright disgraceful!
To put it bluntly, ending up like this was entirely your own doing."
Wu Yazi let out a long sigh upon hearing this and said:
"Alas... I figured this out long ago. Perhaps I ended up like this because of my own faults.
However, there is one thing—I still want to tear that traitorous disciple of mine to pieces!"
Yang Wenzhu raised his brows at those words and said:
"Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu Sect? So that guy was your disciple!
But aside from all that poison, isn't he far too inferior to you?
Although I've never cultivated internal energy, I can still tell that his internal cultivation was severely lacking.
Compared to your condition, even if he couldn't match you, he shouldn't have ended up being poison from head to toe.
And his True Qi was a complete mess, like some ridiculous hodgepodge.
Compared with you, he's practically in the heavens while you're on the ground!"
Wu Yazi shook his head and said:
"Although I accepted that traitorous disciple Ding Chunqiu back then, I was still testing him at the time and had not passed down the Xiaoyao Sect's supreme internal Art, the Beiming Divine Skill, to him.
I never expected that fellow to cause so much trouble.
In the end, he secretly learned the Beiming Divine Skill and obtained only a fragment of it, cultivating himself into something neither fish nor fowl.
But none of that matters now. Little friend, have you encountered that traitorous disciple?"
Yang Wenzhu shrugged and said:
"I ran into that old bastard on the road. And to put it bluntly, his disciples were a pack of