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Chapter 51 Love and Revenge
Fujigo is dead.

Now Wang Lin is going to kill Teng Si!

Teng Si’s cultivation level is at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

It has been less than twenty years since I obtained the qualification of a core tribe member.

Burned with rage by his brother's murder, he left his retreat, intent on revenge. Filled with rage, he failed to notice the dark clouds thickening in the sky...

No one expected that in just one day, five of the seven core disciples of the Teng family had died.

The remaining one is at the border of Zhao State and has not yet left the secret room.

The other Fujisan is accompanied by a man and a woman.

The man was Wang Zhuo.

"Well done, well done!"

At this moment, Wang Zhuo looked crazy. He felt very happy when he saw the Teng family gradually going to destruction.

He has complicated feelings towards his wife.

Back then, it was only because Teng Huayuan was so powerful that Wang Zhuo had to accept Teng Xiuxiu in order to protect himself.

Fujisan has white hair and a weathered face. Although he looks to be in his forties or fifties, his handsome features cannot be concealed.

He is Teng Xiuxiu's father.

Teng Xiuxiu and Wang Zhuo are a pair of dual cultivation partners.

At this moment, Fujisan's face was filled with worry, and he said solemnly:
"Xiu Xiu, the Teng family is facing a powerful enemy, but the ancestor has yet to show up. This is too strange.

You should return to Fuji Castle as soon as possible and never come out again.

If my father unfortunately dies...

You should leave Zhao State and go far away."

After saying that, Fujisan turned his gaze to Wang Zhuo.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he said:
“Wang Zhuo, you are a hidden threat.

For Xiuxiu's sake, I will spare your life for now.

You leave immediately and sever ties with Xiuxiu."

Wang Zhuo's heart moved and he was about to leave.

Teng Xiuxiu hurriedly tried to stop him, her eyes filled with reluctance and anxiety, and said, "Father!"

"Wang Zhuo...he won't hurt me!"

Fujisan frowned.

He looked at Wang Zhuo and warned him in a cold tone:
"Boy, if you dare to harm Xiuxiu, even if I die, I will make sure you die miserably!"

Wang Zhuo felt mixed emotions and remained silent.

Teng Xiuxiu still said firmly:

"Father, I believe in Wang Zhuo."

Fujisan sighed secretly and made up his mind that after returning to Fuji Castle, he would find an opportunity to get rid of Wang Zhuo.

Teng San was about to send Teng Xiuxiu and Wang Zhuo away.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds!

Ink-like dark clouds rolled in, shrouding the entire world in darkness.

"It's him...he's here!"

Teng San's face suddenly changed. He knew that a disaster was about to happen, and he spat out a mouthful of Nascent Soul blood without hesitation.

The storage bag in his hand flashed with light, and countless light spots poured out, instantly turning into an elliptical aperture. He grabbed Teng Xiuxiu and threw her into the aperture.

After a little hesitation, he couldn't bear to see Teng Xiuxiu sad, so he threw Wang Zhuo in as well.

With a flash of light.

The two of them disappeared into the circle of light together.

In order to send them away, Fujisan did not hesitate to lower his own cultivation and sacrifice a large amount of Nascent Soul essence and blood, just to give his daughter and the son-in-law he did not approve of a glimmer of hope.

"Yun'er, I'm here to see you!"

After seeing off Teng Xiuxiu and Wang Zhuo, Teng San looked tragic and slowly summoned the Daoyun Sword that he had forged with his own hands.

The power of this sword has been reduced because his wife left a drop of blood, but Fujisan cherishes it very much.

Even Teng Huayuan cannot touch it.

A strong desire to fight surged in Fujisan's heart. Although he knew that he was doomed to die, he still hoped to live and die with the sword.

He stretched out his trembling hand and gently wiped the sword with his spiritual power for the last time, his eyes full of reluctance and determination.

"kill!"

Teng Sanda shouted and slapped the flying sword!
The whole person and the flying sword turned into a meteor and rushed straight towards the devil-like black fog.

After passing through the black fog, Teng San landed a hundred miles away, his body and soul vanished, his body reduced to ashes. "What a pity, your last name is Teng!"

When Wang Lin realized that Teng San was dead, his heart was moved slightly by the deep mourning for his deceased wife.

After all, his soul was not taken.

"Although Fujisan is a man of love and loyalty, he must die today because he was born into the Fuji family."

In the end, Fujisan had no chance of survival.

The sword in his hand also broke into pieces at this moment, as if lamenting for its owner...

“Wang Lin!!!”

Teng Huayuan in Tengjia City stared at the nine jade slips representing the nine core members of the clan.

At this time, five jade slips had already shattered.

Just as he was feeling heartbroken, the jade slip representing Fujisan snapped and broke into two.

Teng Huayuan's figure swayed, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. He instantly looked much older. He stretched out his hand with a trembling hand and gently touched the broken jade slip. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he murmured Teng San's real name:
"Fujihai... Hai'er!"

It can be said that Fuji Huayuan had witnessed Fuji Wu's death with his own eyes, and his heart was already filled with pain.

Fujiu's personality was distorted due to his childhood experiences, and the top-grade elixirs he prepared for him are now useless.

Fujihachi, Fujiroku, and Fujisi all have a certain weight in his heart, but Fujisan is the most important one in his heart.

Fuji Kamoto once forcibly separated Fuji San and Fujita because Fuji San was obsessed with a mortal woman and considered it a disgrace to the Fuji family.

Now, facing the death of Fujisan.

A hint of regret arose in Teng Huayuan's heart.

But this regret has nowhere to go...

……

"Six of the nine members of the Fuji family have been killed!"

Wang Lin turned into a soul-devouring being and killed six core members of the Teng family. He then returned to his physical body and recalled that he had seen Wang Zhuo when he killed Teng San. He then collected the magic weapon and the demon head and used his spiritual consciousness to search for him.

Wang Lin found Wang Zhuo and Teng Xiuxiu together. Seeing Xiuxiu heading towards the border of a neighboring country, he immediately gave chase.

Teng Xiuxiu cried bitterly because she was unsure whether her father was alive or dead.

"Wang Zhuo...my father...is not sure whether he's alive or dead."

"What should I do..."

Teng Xiuxiu burst into tears and spoke with a sob.

Wang Zhuo was conflicted. He felt happy at first because the Teng family was wiped out, but when he thought of Xiuxiu, he became worried again.

Recalling the scene in the past when the entire Wang family was brutally slaughtered by Teng Huayuan, Wang Zhuo hardened his heart and said coldly:

"Xiu Xiu, our fate has ended. The hatred between the Teng family and my Wang family is as deep as the sea. I can no longer be with you."

"No, Wang Zhuo, I have nothing to do with the family's affairs. How could you do this to me?"

Teng Xiuxiu tried desperately to stop him, her eyes blurred with tears.

Although Wang Zhuo left with a ruthless heart, he ultimately turned back because he couldn't let go of his feelings and was in pain.

"Xiu Xiu, I..."

Wang Zhuo's voice trembled slightly.

"I knew you would come back."

Wang Zhuo and Xiuxiu just got together.

Wang Lin then descended from the sky carrying the bodies of the Teng family.

"Wang Zhuo."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

Wang Lin's eyes were calm.

Teng Xiuxiu was frightened and hid behind Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuoyi recognized Wang Lin at a glance.

He once hated Wang Lin for causing the destruction of the entire Wang family.

But they also expected that only Wang Lin had the ability to avenge his clan members, and both of them regarded Teng Huayuan as their mortal enemy.

Wang Zhuo said in a deep voice, "Wang Lin, I guessed it was you a long time ago. That old thief Teng Huayuan deserves death."

"Yes, that Teng Huayuan really deserves to die."

Wang Lin nodded slightly.

Teng Xiuxiu asked about her father Teng San's condition. Wang Lin said that since he had the surname Teng, he should die. Teng Xiuxiu then became resentful of Wang Lin.

(End of this chapter)