Lure Them into a Pit, Clear Out the Room

Fang Shu's voice rang through the ancestral hall.

Tian Jinmao, his face twisted viciously, sneered at once. "Misjudged someone? Brother Fang, I am not one of you human immortal cultivators. I am a demon!"

He even spat. "If that old thing had truly been willing to help me, if he had truly valued me, then why would he have stood by and watched my family fall apart, watched those bastards from the temple kick me off the mountain?"

Tian Jinmao's words brimmed with resentment.

Hearing this, Fang Shu was briefly struck speechless, then laughed.

He looked at the other with a smile. "Fortune and misfortune come without cause. How do you know being kicked down the mountain was not a path to survival?"

Tian Jinmao's expression stiffened slightly. He quickly recalled the Five Viscera Temple sealing off the mountain.

But immediately afterward, he thought of the lonely, miserable years he had spent on Floating Mountain.

The fellow snorted again. "Your words sound nice enough, but what use are they? Brother Fang, you had better seal your true qi quickly and join the society with your elder brother here."

Before his words had even faded, Tian Jinmao's face turned fierce. He immediately tore off his long robe. Each strand of rat fur stood upright like a steel needle, his aura abruptly shifted, and his body swelled in size.

As he shouted, the beast's voice became rough and boorish. The aura around him rolled across the ground like a stone mill, cracking even the floor tiles.

His cultivation as a Six-Calamity Gang-Refining immortal cultivator was revealed without doubt.

The fat Dai Kuan standing nearby smiled as he reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Tian, be careful. Do not tear down this ancestral hall, or I shall have to mark another offense against you and