He took a deep breath, and a long-standing, almost bone-deep hatred suddenly burst out in his eyes. The hatred was so strong that it even made the space around him slightly distorted.
"Revenge."
He squeezed out two words through his teeth, which were cold to the bone.
"Revenge?"
Jiang Donghua was shocked. He had never heard the teacher mention anything about hatred.
"Yes, revenge."
Elder Mo Xuan's voice became extremely calm, but beneath that calmness lay huge waves.
"Go find a force named Netherworld Sect and settle a blood debt."
"Netherworld Sect?"
Jiang Donghua searched quickly in his mind, but had no impression of this name.
Most of his knowledge of the outside world is limited to the surroundings of Black Corner Region and Jia Nan Academy, and he knows very little about the behemoth power of Central Plains.
Looking at his apprentice's blank expression, Elder Mo Xuan's mouth curved into a bitter and cold smile.
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. It is a sect that is entrenched in the Northern Region of the Central Continent and operates secretively and viciously. There are many experts in the sect and it is huge. Its ancestor is an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years. His cultivation level has reached Peak Dou Zong, and he has half a foot touching the threshold of Dou Zun. In front of them, we are as small as ants now."
Peak Dou Zong!
These four words hit Jiang Donghua's heart like a heavy hammer!
That is a terrifying existence that far surpasses Dou Emperor and is enough to dominate Black Corner Region!
The teacher actually wants to take revenge on such a force?
Seeing Jiang Donghua's face instantly turn pale and the disbelief in his eyes, Elder Mo Xuan smiled instead, with a hint of madness and determination in that smile.
"What? Are you afraid? Do you think you are going to die as a teacher?"
He straightened his back, and a burst of new Dou Emperor's vigor and Sixth-grade Alchemist's pride intertwined.
"Peak Dou Zong is certainly scary, but I am now Sixth-grade Alchemist! Sixth-grade Alchemist's connections and energy are far beyond your imagination!"
"If you can't do it clearly, why can't you do it darkly? If you can't poison that old monster to death, how can you poison his disciples and grandsons? If you can't destroy his foundation, can't you still make him restless day and night?"
His words were full of the cruelty and calculation of an alchemist.
"This revenge may not be unavailable! It's just a matter of the price and the length of time!"
"I have been waiting for a day for too long. If you hadn't appeared in front of my stagnant water today, I'm afraid I would never have been able to step into Dou Emperor, let alone Sixth-grade Alchemist."
At this moment, Jiang Donghua finally understood why the teacher was so eager to break through Dou Emperor, and why he was so determined to go to Central Plains.
It was not simply traveling and pursuing a higher realm, but a journey of revenge that had been prepared for a long time and cost one's life!
The atmosphere in the courtyard became extremely depressing due to this sudden and heavy truth.
Jiang Donghua holds the dark Storage Ring tightly, and can feel that it contains not only the medicinal materials, but also the teacher's heavy hatred and expectations.
He looked at the teacher's eyes that were burning with the flames of revenge but were extremely calm. Thousands of words were stuck in his chest, but in the end they turned into just one sentence.
"Teacher... take care! You must stay alive!"
Elder Mo Xuan took a deep look at him, patted his shoulder heavily, said no more, turned around Battle Qi Wings and flew away like a halo of light, his back silhouette determined and lonely.
Originally Jiang Donghua subconsciously took a step forward and opened his lips slightly, saying that.
"Master, wait a moment, my disciple will go with you in the future."
Almost blurted out.
But when he saw Elder Mo Xuan turning around, his usually deep and peaceful eyes were filled with...
When there was a flash of almost ferocious red blood, as well as the endless pain and hatred hidden deep in his eyes that almost overflowed, all the remaining words were blocked.
It was an obsession that had been brewing for countless years, gnawing at my heart, and suffering day and night.
This was not an impulsive decision, but an inevitable choice finally made after being burned by the fire of hatred for countless days and nights.
Master, how long has he been carrying this burden?
Jiang Donghua was shocked in his heart and silently retracted the hand he was about to extend.
Any dissuasion at this moment is useless, and even a kind of blasphemy against the teacher's pain.
"It seems that we can only wait until later and find an opportunity to ask Dean Lei Tian. Maybe he knows something about the teacher's past and that Netherworld Sect."
Jiang Donghua thought to himself and kept this matter deeply in his heart.
He forced himself to calm down and analyze.
"With the teacher's current Dou Emperor strength and Sixth-grade Alchemist identity, if he concentrates on concealing himself and uses methods such as poison and assassination to target targets that are not the top of a huge force, he should be able to protect himself in the early stages. As long as he is not targeted by that Dou Zong old monster himself, the danger should be controllable."
Jiang Donghua's eyes became sharp and firm.
"Sooner or later I have to go! When I step into Dou Wang, or even a higher realm, I must go to Central Plains to find a teacher! By then, I will be counted as a share of the Netherworld Sect's debt!"
After temporarily suppressing the chaotic thoughts, Jiang Donghua's attention returned to the dark Storage Ring in the palm of his hand.
The teacher left to himself what he regarded as his life's treasure, there must be a deep meaning in it.
He separated a strand of Soul Force and carefully probed into Storage Ring.
Although he was mentally prepared, he was still deeply shocked when his vision penetrated the Storage Ring space.
The internal space of this dark Storage Ring is far larger than any Storage Ring he has used before. A rough estimate is that it is 40 to 50 cubic meters!
The value of the mid-level Storage Ring with such a volume is enough to set off a big competition among Black Corner Region, and it can be called a treasure.
What shocked him even more was that this huge space was almost filled to the brim!
Countless jade boxes and wooden boxes were neatly stacked on one side, with labels affixed to them. They exuded the smell of various thousand-year-old elixirs and rare minerals. The aroma of the medicines was fragrant. The age and quality of many medicinal materials made him, Fourth-grade Alchemist, speechless.
On the other side are dozens of carefully classified shelves, with densely packed scrolls and jade slips placed on them.
In addition to a large number of third- and fourth-grade elixir prescriptions, he even saw a few scrolls placed separately and tied with golden silk threads. The ancient atmosphere exuded by them indicated that they were at least sixth-grade and even seventh-grade precious prescriptions!
There are also piles of refined pure medicine powder, Beast Flame fire in special containers, several sets of medicine-refining equipment that are extraordinary at first glance, and many scattered but obviously valuable medicine-related materials.
This is simply a mobile alchemist treasure house!
It is Elder Mo Xuan's lifelong accumulation!
The teacher not only passed on knowledge to him, but also left him almost all the material foundation!
Holding this heavy Storage Ring, Jiang Donghua, I just feel a warm current and a huge sense of responsibility rushing into my heart.
The teacher is entrusting his past and future to himself.
He took a deep breath and solemnly put the dark Storage Ring on his finger, replacing the previous slightly ordinary Storage Ring.
"Teacher, the things you leave behind will never be covered with dust. Your grudges will also be remembered by this disciple."