The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 112 False Praise, Recruitment

However, there were simply too many evil spirit masters, and the casualties continued to mount. The greatest role that the clones could play was to hold the line!

"Disperse!" Gazing at the barrier, the purple-clad man raised an eyebrow and waved his hand, unleashing a dazzling golden light.

Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he slipped into the newly revealed emerald green door...

Half an incense stick later...

"Such a rich aura of fire element!" Within this strange space, ice and fire coexisted in stark contrast. The purple-clad man walked along the winding, upward-reaching path, observing and marveling at the contrast. "In comparison, the water element seems to be a notch weaker!"

"Huh!?" Just as he was feeling frustrated because he couldn't find anyone, Feng Ling's ears twitched slightly, and his figure had already disappeared.

Then, from the depths of the dreamlike space, a sinister laugh slowly drifted out...

"Haha! It really is a treasure! It's been worth the decades I've coveted it!"

Beside a stone platform displaying boxes of items, the withered old man excitedly grasped a fiery red, enchanting rhomboid crystal, holding it above his head and gazing at it with unbridled joy.

Extremely concentrated fire elemental energy continuously surged from the crystal, and the dazzling light shimmering on it was as captivating as a magnificent, burning flame when it entered the old man's eyes.

Indeed, it is the treasure of the Sulfurfire Sect, the Flame Dragon Fire Crystal!
"Treasures are good... but one must be alive to enjoy them!" A powerful aura swept by, and a voice suddenly echoed in his ears, its tone neither warm nor cold.

"Who...!? Arrogant!"

Sensing danger, the black-robed elder quickly gripped the fire crystal and immediately turned to unleash several wide-range attacks from the source of the sound.

Explosions continued to erupt from the winding path in front of him, and a phantom calmly and composedly walked through it. The withered white general was very alert, frowning and secretly circulating his internal energy.

Based on the other person's aura and his own intuition, he was certain that the person who came was the same one who had previously tracked him to the Wind and Fire Vine Altar!
"Thump, thump thump...!" A series of crisp and loud footsteps, as if containing a magical power, actually drowned out the rumbling explosion.

"So it was you!? Truly...a genius!" The man in black robes looked quite surprised as he recognized the man in purple and exclaimed in disbelief.

Then, admiringly, he said, "Tsk tsk~, Feng Ling, right!? You really have surprised me quite a bit! To have reached the legendary realm at such a young age, I am ashamed of myself!"

Even those peerless demonic talents I taught back then could only barely manage to achieve this!

Hearing this, the purple-robed man was somewhat surprised. Feng Ling didn't think he had anything particularly outstanding about him. However, so far, he seemed to have never encountered a bottleneck on his cultivation path!
"Master Baiwu is too kind. I dare not accept such praise!" Feng Ling feigned politeness and slowly walked up the steps. The withered old man narrowed his eyes but did not stop him. When they were about ten meters apart, both sides seemed to be more vigilant.

Judging from his words and actions, it was clear that Kugu Baijiang had seen that Feng Ling's cultivation had also reached the legendary realm, so he subconsciously treated him as an equal.

"You know me too?" The old man was somewhat taken aback. He had disappeared decades ago, and his appearance had changed drastically. Even his fellow disciples from the Jade Purity Sect, whom he had met by chance, could not confirm his identity.

This young man in front of me has no reason to know!
Ignoring the old man's question, Feng Ling raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I'm sorry, your goddaughter is dead! I only saved Sun Yuyang and Qi Cheng."

Hearing this, he guessed that Sun Yuyang must have revealed her true identity to the man before him. The withered old man felt a mix of emotions. "Ruan Xinrou? She's dead, so what? She wasn't my biological daughter!" The withered old man arrogantly curled his lip and waved his hand dismissively, as if he were saying something completely ordinary.

Then, instead of being angry, he laughed and said, "If it weren't for my concerns, I wouldn't have planned to keep her alive in the first place! Now, you've done me a great favor!"

"Oh? So I've gotten myself into trouble?" The man in purple looked regretful, tapped his forehead a few times as if in distress, and paced back and forth anxiously.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to care too much, a sly glint flashed in the purple-clad man's eyes, and a faint white light flickered from his sleeve, turning into fine dust and dissipating into the air.

"Not bad! Not to mention you, even the Jade Purity Sect wouldn't dare to provoke the power behind her!" The withered old man's eyes flashed, and he was inwardly full of admiration for the other party's amazing thinking and reaction ability.

He thought to himself, "Such a genius, it would be a real shame to kill him directly. If only he could submit to me and serve me..."

In short, the withered old man grew increasingly fond of Feng Ling and began to secretly harbor the desire to recruit him.

"Then what should I do? I don't want to die!" Feng Ling immediately stopped in his tracks, asking anxiously on the surface, but secretly chuckled to himself, thinking, "Old man, no matter what I do, you're going to die today anyway!"

"Ahem! Join the evil spirit master organization and serve my sect!" The black-robed elder coughed a few times feigning innocence.
Having always been curious about this mysterious organization of evil spirit masters, Feng Ling was thinking, "This is a good opportunity to find out what's going on!"

The pitiful old man, withered and frail, secretly chuckled at the man in purple.

"In the end, he is still too young! Although his cultivation has reached a high level, he is still afraid of death."

Suddenly, an idea struck him. The man in purple deliberately showed a disdainful expression and mocked, "Tch! Even the Jade Purity Sect can't beat them, let alone your evil spirit master organization!"

"Hmph! Ignorant fools!"

Even within the Eastern Sacred Continent, ten Jade Purity Sects wouldn't dare make an enemy of my sect, let alone confront the entire Evil Spirit Master organization head-on!

At this point, the withered old man looked arrogant, tilting his head back and looking down at the world, his eyes revealing an overwhelming confidence that was almost incoherent.

"What!? The organization hidden in the Eastern Sacred Continent isn't even the whole evil spirit master organization!" the purple-robed man exclaimed, truly shocked this time.

"Oh no, I've been exposed!" Realizing his slip of the tongue, Feng Ling quickly shut his mouth, his heart pounding with alarm. With the old man's cunning and shrewdness, he was sure the other party could guess that he was trying to trick him into revealing information.

"Alright! What's your decision?" The old man in black robes cursed Feng Ling inwardly for being a cunning fellow, but outwardly he calmly played with the red stone in his right hand.

He blatantly threatened, "I'm getting old, and my patience has its limits!"

From the purple-robed man's aura fluctuations, Ku Lao could sense that the other party had not long since advanced to the legendary level. As a veteran legendary powerhouse, he was confident that he could suppress the other party all the way after the fight began!
"Submit or die!" The black-robed elder was confident, and with the Flame Dragon Fire Crystal in hand, he was even confident that he could capture and subdue Feng Ling on his own!

"Hehe~! Before I die, I still want to know—why did you destroy the Sulfurfire Sect? Was it just to get what you had?" the purple-robed man asked suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)