"Family Head..."
"Elder Zhang..."
As familiar faces appeared one after another beneath the spiritual light, the shadowy figure cultivator's face turned deathly pale, his heart like dead ashes.
The Zhang Family Head, Zhang Yutang; two elders from the Discipline Hall; and the leading female cultivator from the Heaven Sword Sect—of these four, the one with the lowest cultivation was still at Qi Refining Stage 7. Dealing with him, only at the Qi Refining Middle Stage, could be said to be as simple as pinching an ant to death.
"Cheng Wen, I never thought it would actually be you who caused this insect pest in the family! Do you have any idea what you're doing?!"
Zhang Yutang had already recognized the true face beneath the shadow and said, hating iron for not becoming steel.
"Family Head, I had no choice either."
"An elder from the Wan Family found me and said he wanted to place some insect eggs in our family's Spirit Plant Garden. After they matured, he would give me enough Spirit Stones and a magic tool as payment."
"He also said they would only have a certain effect on the spirit plants, that the spirit peach yield would drop a little. I was bewitched, my mind clouded by ghosts, and I agreed to his request."
"So you chose to sacrifice the family's interests to satisfy your selfishness?"
Zhang Yutang's face was cold as frost as he said indifferently.
"What sacrifice of the family's interests? Isn't it the Heaven Sword Sect's interests?"
"Generations of our Zhang Family cultivators have spent huge amounts of cultivation time and energy just to help them plant a few Spirit Fruits. For what?!"
"For what? If we don't plant these Spirit Fruits, where do the Spirit Stones that maintain the family's survival and growth come