"Hello."
A cool, detached voice rang out. The Daoist in the painting turned his head and spoke to Xu Yuan. Then, astonishingly, he stepped directly out of the painting and appeared before Xu Yuan in the form of a spirit body.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Bu Hengtian, the last Sect Master of the Celestial Wood Sect."
The voice was utterly different from his face—wild and arrogant. Looking at the wary Xu Yuan before him, he waved a hand dismissively.
"Relax, I have no other intentions. I merely wish to possess your body."
The moment the words fell, golden light flashed in Xu Yuan's pupils, and a wave of Dragon Might burst forth. At the same time, the Demon-Subduing Bell at his waist rang ceaselessly.
Yet no matter which attack it was, the man calling himself Bu Hengtian merely looked at Xu Yuan calmly, his expression unchanged from beginning to end.
"Kid, are you insulting me with attacks like these?"
He spoke with a cold laugh, then lowered his head to look at Xu Yuan. "Aren't you curious how I came here, and how I appeared before you?"
"Please, Senior, enlighten me."
Knowing that his many methods were ineffective, Xu Yuan turned to look toward the doorway behind him. Bu Hengtian made no move to stop him and merely said calmly, "There is an immortal Dao formation here in the ancestral hall. After each successive Sect Master of the Celestial Wood Sect dies, so long as he was not killed by an immortal, this place collects a wisp of his remnant soul. That was how I managed to escape from the river."
"After all, although my master removed me from the line of succession for Sect Master, I did cultivate the Yin Wood Heavenly Heart Art. He may