Yuanjue waited with absolute confidence for good news, never expecting to receive the grim report of his disciple's death instead. His body lurched violently, and after a sweet taste rose in his throat, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. Before he could finish his wail, he toppled backward and fainted.
Yuan Futong hurriedly called for people to help Yuanjue back to his meditation room to recuperate.
Who could have known that the old monk would seem possessed by madness? He seized Yuan Futong's wrist so tightly that his fingernails nearly dug into the flesh and rasped, "I swear to avenge my disciple! I beg you, Marquis, grant me permission!"
Yuan Futong knew all too well the heart-piercing agony of a white-haired parent burying a black-haired child. He could only nod in agreement, offer a few words of consolation, then turn and leave the room.
Yuanjue was originally listed on the Investiture of the Gods List. The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss had specially dispatched a group of people burdened by tangled karma and weighed down by karmic debts to descend into the mortal world and undergo tribulation, each relying on their own fate to overcome calamity and dispel misfortune. He had divined that an old debt with North Sea Commandery remained unsettled, so he had willingly descended to the mortal world to assist the rebel king Yuan Futong. He had never realized that the aura of death had already wound around his brow, with a great calamity right before his eyes.
Though Ye Feng had slain one enemy, the deaths of two fellow disciples left him depressed all day long. Tianyi Sanren sat alone in a quiet room, counting on his fingers as he made deductions. He determined that tomorrow would be the day of Yuanjue's death, and