He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, took two steps forward, and lashed out with his whip.

He lashed her three times in succession, each lash more brutal than the last.

Taigu's soul was directly struck and its light flickered, its edges beginning to dissipate, as if it would turn into a wisp of smoke and evaporate completely at any moment.

This is why Taigu himself was an evil cultivator.

He had committed countless evil deeds, so his soul was extremely powerful immediately after his death.

If it were someone else who had just died, their soul would probably have been scattered to the winds long ago.

The simpleton, squatting on the threshold, smacked his lips as he watched.

Its fluffy tail swept across the paving stones, its one golden and one blue dog eyes gleamed, and it raised its voice to fan the flames from the side.

"Yang's father, slap him on the back of the head!"

"This old geezer's got a skin that needs a beating, don't hold back, loosen his bones!"

"Oh my god, it's almost turned yellow from being drained."

"Yang Dad, stop right now! If you hit me a few more times, I won't even have a crumb to eat."

"At least leave me a leg to gnaw on and savor!"

Wang Ziyun has now been released, and she is watching coldly from the sidelines.

That satisfied her.

But she didn't bother Yang Guang; he was helping her vent her anger!

Taigu, lying on the ground, was in so much pain that he had completely lost his mind. The amplified burning sensation in his soul made him feel like he was being boiled in oil every second.

He desperately covered his face with his hands and pleaded pitifully.

"Stop hitting him!"

"I really don't know where he is now, but I know who he is!"

"Please have mercy! If you hit me any further, I'll be utterly destroyed!"

Yang Guang's wrist paused.

The willow branch stopped in mid-air, creating a gust of wind that caused Taigu's soul to sway once more.

Yang Guang looked down at him with the eyes of someone looking at a dead dog.

"Last time you were the one who kept trying to pique my interest by mentioning my dad."

"Now you're playing these word games with me?"

"If you can't give me a straight answer today, I guarantee I'll stuff your remnant soul into that idiot's asshole and let it ferment inside his belly for forty-nine days!"

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi's face turned green on the spot.

"vomit……"

The husky gagged twice, then covered its rear end with its two front paws and scrambled to the side, moving three meters away.

"Dad Yang, stop being such a disgusting dog!"

"This stuff is poisonous and can easily cause gastrointestinal upset!"

Taigu dared not hide anything any longer. He knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and bowed desperately.

"I'll say it!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

Taigu was panting heavily, his soul was extremely weak, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper grinding against a wall.

"I specifically investigated your background."

"You run that run-down agency in the old city of Fengdu, and you're still using the Yang family's name."

"I spent a lot of money to investigate your background."

Taigu swallowed hard, a barely concealed fear flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"It wasn't until then that I learned you were actually from the Yang family."

"You're actually that ruthless man's biological son!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang raised an eyebrow.

Ruthless person?

That seems pretty ruthless.

"Your father slaughtered his way through the entire evil cultivation world back then!"

Taigu's voice boomed in the empty storage room.

Yang Guang didn't say anything, but his grip on the willow branch tightened slightly.

Taigu seemed to be caught up in some terrible memory, and he slumped to the ground, waving his hands wildly.

"Twenty years ago."

"The Xuanmen sect in the Dragon Kingdom has declined, and many of its traditions have been lost."

"Our Southeast Asian cult circles have their eyes on the lucrative Chinese mainland, seeing it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make money."

Taigu raised his head, his eyes fixed on the void, as if he were looking at an extremely terrifying scene.

"Back then, my master was known as the number one black-clad Ajarn in Southeast Asia."

"He led eighteen top-notch sorcerers and thirty experts in ghost-refining, crossing the border in a grand procession, ready to make a big splash in the Dragon Kingdom."

"That lineup was enough to dominate not only in China at the time, but also across the entire Asia."

"We thought it would be a one-sided massacre and looting."

Taigu made a strange hoarse sound from his throat.

"result."

"We have just stepped into a dense forest on the southwestern border."

"I ran into a man."

Taigu swallowed hard, his soul trembling uncontrollably.

"He alone kept all of us outside the boundary marker."

Er Lengzi stopped licking his lips, his one gold and one blue dog eyes widened, and his ears stood up like antennas.

Taigu gave a bitter laugh: "That was a catastrophe!"

"My master thought he was a reckless rogue cultivator, so he directly released his top-grade blood infant, which he had raised for thirty years, to tear him apart."

"The man didn't even blink."

"With a backhand strike, without even chanting an incantation, he used the purest Celestial Master Qi to cleave the blood infant and my master's natal magic disc in two!"

Taigu became increasingly agitated as he spoke: "A blood infant with thirty years of cultivation!"

"He turned to ashes without uttering a sound in front of him!"

"My master suffered a backlash on the spot, vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground."

"The rest of the people went crazy. Curses, poisonous insects, and vengeful spirits rained down on him."

"He didn't dodge at all!"

"He would grab his sword and charge into the crowd, regardless of what level of evil cultivator you were or what magical weapon you were holding."

"Once he sets his sights on you, you're doomed!"

"Three days and three nights!"

"He killed in that dense forest for three days and three nights!"

Taigu trembled all over, his soul was so transparent that it was almost invisible, as if just recalling this process was consuming his soul.

Taigu's soul was trembling violently.

Simply bringing up this memory was like draining the last bit of his intelligence.

He lay prone on the blue bricks, clutching his head tightly with both hands, repeatedly muttering "monster" and "demon."

Yang Guang's hand, which was holding the Ghost-Slaying Whip, froze in mid-air.

What terrible things did this cheapskate father do back then?

No wonder the old man repeatedly reminded me before he passed away that I owed a lot of good deeds.

This is hardly a matter of owing merit.

This has clearly blown up the KPIs of the underworld.

The karmic burden behind the massacre of a bunch of evil cultivators over three days and three nights is simply bottomless.

But those were all heretical practitioners; the merits he gained should have been enormous.

Why am I now suffering the misery of paying off debts?

how?

Could it be that my grandfather did something similar back then, and my father was actually repaying his debts of good deeds from the very beginning?

Is it that he didn't finish paying it off, and then inherited it to me?

No, no!

Yang Guang's mind was a complete mess at this moment, and it felt like things were getting more and more chaotic.

I thought I was finally going to find out why that bastard Deng had accumulated so much bad karma back then.

To my surprise, I still didn't know anything.

Yang Guang poked Taigu's soul with a willow twig.

"and then?"

Taigu raised his head, his cloudy old eyes filled with a terrified blankness: "That's it!"

Taigu broke down in tears.

Yang Guang's brows were furrowed deeply.

After asking around for ages, I still couldn't get any information.

This piece of waste is obviously not worth any more resources.

Asking any further questions is a waste of time.

Er Lengzi, who had been squatting nearby swallowing his saliva, was already impatient.

Its tail swept the dust off the ground.

Yang Guang turned his head, casually flicked the willow branch in his hand, and said, "Fool."

"It's up to you now."