The Grudge of Killing a Wife

After Fei Luo stepped out of the manor, he watched Qiusheng's back as he rode away on his bicycle, then channeled his thick mana into his feet and began to stride forward.

With every step he took, his figure spanned a distance of several meters.

Who would have thought the Godly Travel Hundred Miles movement technique from the Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture would have such marvelous utility? Fei Luo felt quite satisfied as he sensed his own speed, which was as swift as flight.

If my cultivation reached a profound realm, what would it feel like to perform "shrinking the earth into an inch" or riding the clouds and mist? Fei Luo wondered to himself.

Soon, Fei Luo reached the edge of the town. Just then, a mist seemed to permeate the air, and Qiusheng's back suddenly vanished.

"What?"

Fei Luo was shocked. He had been tailing Qiusheng from two hundred meters away—a distance he could cover in an instant—so how could he have lost him?

Ren Family Town was situated in an area surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the direction Qiusheng was heading was toward South Mountain.

Old Master Ren had also been buried on South Mountain back in the day.

Sitting north and facing south, most families chose the South Mountain area for burials, facing north and buried in the south, hoping for good feng shui that would bless their descendants.

Heavenly Venerable Dharma Eye!

Swish!

A brilliant golden glow flashed through Fei Luo's eyes. In the dark of night, he appeared like a deity, and under the enhancement of the Heavenly Venerable Dharma Eye, he saw through the layers of fog.

"To the south, the evil energy is soaring! The number of demons and monsters is unexpectedly vast!"

As the golden light in his eyes flickered and vanished, Fei Luo caught sight of a specific location where the evil energy was surging into the sky.

If my guess is correct, that should be the location of Dong Xiaoyu's manor, right? Fei Luo's expression turned grave.

He never expected the evil energy there to be so tangible.

At the same time, Fei Luo recalled a few things.

In the original story, Dong Xiaoyu possessed profound strength and could create a manor with a mere wave of her hand.

Ghosts have their own ways; their sorcery can create numerous illusions in an instant to confuse the human mind, but Dong Xiaoyu's manor clearly did not fall into that category.

Her manor was a semi-real existence, even after it had fallen into ruin.

Dong Xiaoyu was very strong!

Could it be that because I transmigrated, the strength of the ghosts and monsters in this script has been enhanced? Fei Luo thought, though his feet did not stop for a moment as he headed toward the general direction.

Meanwhile, above Li Family Village, not far from Ren Family Town, a cluster of dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

"Xiao Hong's aura vanished right here." A hoarse voice echoed faintly in the void. Immediately, the dark clouds dispersed, and countless black ghost energies condensed into a human figure.

His complexion was deathly pale, his pupils were blood-red, and he wore a jade crown like an ancient scholar, with a black robe fluttering in the wind.

The man held a folding fan and looked like a scholar, but his voice was as hoarse as that of an old man in his twilight years.

"Who exactly killed my beloved wife?" The black-robed man scanned his surroundings, red light flickering in his eyes. Suddenly, he sensed a powerful aura moving rapidly to the south.

"A Taoist at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage?" His pupils constricted. The next moment, his expression changed drastically. "He carries Xiao Hong's aura."

"Human, the hatred of killing my wife is irreconcilable!"

Swish!

The black-robed man's face twisted, and his body transformed into a black cloud in the wind, rushing rapidly toward the speeding Taoist.

Fei Luo was moving as fast as a flying bird along the mountain path. Looking at the slightly "familiar" trail, he knew this was the road Qiusheng took to Dong Xiaoyu's ghost manor.

Whoosh! Suddenly, the hair on the back of Fei Luo's neck stood up. An instinctive sense of danger made him subconsciously choose to dodge.

With a carp-like leap, Fei Luo sprang several steps to the left.

Boom! A large crater suddenly appeared on the ground where Fei Luo had been standing, and dust filled the air.

"No martial virtue? An ambush?" Fei Luo was startled. He steadied himself and looked behind him.

Coming into view was a man dressed as a scholar, his face deathly pale and twisted, staring at him with a look of pure hatred.

A ghost? Such strong ghost energy! Fei Luo felt a tightening in his chest; he sensed an aura from the newcomer that was no less than his own.

Compared to Fei Luo, the black-robed man was even more surprised. What keen perception, what fine movement technique—he actually dodged my strike?

"Audacious monster! There is a path to heaven you refuse to take, and no gate to hell you insist on barging in, yet you dare to ambush me?" Fei Luo stood up and scolded the black-robed man before him.

"You killed my beloved wife, and I swear to kill you." The black-robed man folded his fan and pointed it at Fei Luo, speaking in a deep voice.

Hearing the hoarse voice, Fei Luo frowned. "Killed your beloved wife? Who is your beloved wife?"

Immediately, the image of the Red-Clad Female Ghost he had killed at Li Family Village that day flashed through Fei Luo's mind.

At a glance, the Red-Clad Female Ghost and this man did indeed look like a ghost couple.

"Have you remembered? Since you have, then prepare to die!" After the black-robed man spoke, a red light suddenly shot from his pupils.

Shoo!

The red light flashed and vanished, sinking directly into Fei Luo's eyes.

A moment later, Fei Luo's body stiffened. His eyes seemed to lose their focus, and his mouth curled up, revealing a foolish grin.

"Hmph! So what if you are at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage? You still have to submit beneath This Seat's Ghost Pupil." The man in the black robe let out a sinister laugh; he waved a folding fan with one hand, while the black fingernails on his other hand slowly elongated.

"You killed my beloved wife; I will surely tear out your heart and lungs, gnaw on your bones, devour your flesh, and drink your blood!"

The man in the black robe approached slowly, his eyes filled with monstrous hatred.

One step, two steps, three steps—he drew closer and closer to Fei Luo.

Swish!

Fei Luo's eyes snapped open, his gaze soul-piercing, with an eerie blue light flickering within them.

Playing with ocular techniques?

The Soul Capture Art is also an ocular technique; why would I fear a vile creature like you?

Fei Luo had automatically dispelled the effect the moment he was struck by using his protective incantation, but he had feigned weakness, waiting precisely for this moment.

At this instant, the man in the black robe froze, his entire being falling into a brief moment of distraction.

An object appeared in Fei Luo's hand, three feet and seven inches long; a dazzling cold light shimmered upon the blade, and colorful auspicious clouds were carved into the hilt.

A high-grade treasure tool, the Flowing Cloud Sword.

"Shu!" A flash of cold light streaked by. With a cold expression, Fei Luo brandished his sword and slashed toward the man in the black robe.

"Ah!" A shrill cry rang out as half an arm flew into the air, carrying a folding fan along with it.

"A treasure tool! How could you possibly have a treasure tool!" In the split second between life and death, the man in the black robe snapped back to reality, barely dodging the fatal blow to his vitals, though he had lost an arm in the process.

He possessed a cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Peak, and his ghost-forged body was tempered to be impervious to blades and spears; ordinary magical tools could hardly harm him. This sword, capable of cutting iron like mud, was certainly no ordinary object.

A treasure tool—only a treasure tool, one level higher than a magical tool, could have injured him.

Boundless, excruciating pain surged through him, accompanied by a terrified, shrill scream that echoed through the night sky, making the hair of anyone who heard it stand on end.

"Just you wait! I, Lin Xiao, will definitely avenge today's grudge!" The man in the black robe possessed an extremely brilliant escape technique; he transformed into a cold wind and vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving even Fei Luo momentarily stunned.

"Lin Xiao?"

"Interesting."