Chapter 661: Chu Shu Is Very Angry

Wei Tiansheng’s gentle smile only served to highlight his cruelty and ruthlessness. He showed no sympathy towards the old man who had taught his father to read and practice the breathing technique.

The father and son were astonishingly alike in nature, both displaying a callous disposition, one even more so than the other.

Uncle Ming’s hair was completely white, and his eyes were dull and lifeless. As he looked at Wei Tiansheng, a faint memory surfaced in his clouded old eyes, recalling Wei Heng, Wei Tiansheng’s father, as a child – obedient and intelligent back then, but ultimately so cruel.

Uncle Ming had once treated him like his own son, but now, he couldn't utter a single word.

In the distance, Chu Feng’s eyes were like daggers, fixed on what lay ahead. Collaborating with Young Lady Xi, he was searching for the best opportunity. He could feel Uncle Ming’s profound sorrow, a grief so deep it was akin to a dead heart.

Young Lady Xi said, "Blast that red-haired Yin Jiuchui directly, and at the same time, use the Three-Leaf Green Lotus to snatch the jar!"

She couldn't bear to watch any longer. Knowing the full story, the situation was indeed heartbreaking, and she wanted to rescue the old man immediately.

Chu Feng shook his head. "If we're going to act, we should target Yuwen Chengkong first. Yin Jiuchui has been crippled; he's only able to stand there because his sworn brother, Yuwen Chengkong, is transferring primordial energy to him."

In front of the altar, Yin Jiuchui always stood close to Yuwen Chengkong, allowing him to temporarily regain strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive in the Nine Netherworld on his own.

Young Lady Xi said grimly, "After observation, that jar is problematic. Forcibly taking it will activate it. There are at least hundreds of powerful order symbols on it."

Chu Feng nodded. Wei Heng was too insidious; fearing an accident, he had tampered with the jar. If anyone attacked it, the jar would likely erupt into a mushroom cloud, causing instant destruction.

Chu Feng’s face darkened. "We'll wait until he places Uncle Ming on the altar. At that moment, no one will be close. We'll strike decisively, blast him, and simultaneously rescue Uncle Ming!"

They agreed to wait for that moment.

Yin Jiuchui, empowered by Yuwen Chengkong's cultivation, could still perform extraordinary techniques. Furthermore, Uncle Ming had long been sealed, unable to take his own life, leaving him completely at their mercy.

Yin Jiuchui lifted Uncle Ming’s head, and blood immediately dripped, staining even his pale hair. The old man's situation was truly desolate.

"Old man, your first half of life was glorious. Even our clan's ancient ancestor showed you great respect when he met Yaoyao's father. But the wheel of fortune turns; your latter half has been miserable. Your wife and children scattered, almost all meeting a tragic end. Your home planet was destroyed, with only two or three survivors slipping through the net. If you had just hidden in a hole, enduring disgrace and clinging to life, that would be one thing. But to dare to stir up trouble, isn't that just seeking death?!"

Yin Jiuchui, smug and triumphant, held Uncle Ming’s head and mocked him mercilessly.

He believed he could certainly ascend to the Saint Realm this time. His accumulated experience and mastery were sufficient; all he lacked was primordial energy. After being crippled, he might be reborn, rebuilding himself stronger than before.

"Red-haired chick, you've become even more arrogant now that you're powerful. Back when your clan plagued the star sea, I and a group of old friends went to quell the chaos. We slaughtered your ancestors, making them wail like ghosts, and roasted your clan's saints to eat, while you were still just an egg waiting to hatch."

Despite his desolate and tragic current situation, Uncle Ming didn't even flinch. Instead, he stubbornly brought up past events, mocking Yin Jiuchui.

"Old man, you're looking for death!"

Yin Jiuchui's eyes were icy cold, radiating murderous intent. He raised a hand, almost bringing it down to strike, but then held back. He feared breaking the seal and allowing Uncle Ming to take his own life.

Wei Tiansheng spoke with a faint smile, "Heh heh, Master, even now you're still reminiscing about the past. You're truly old, with only these pathetic memories left. Back then, you were indeed glorious, dominating the star fields, quelling unrest everywhere, full of vigor and invincible. But what happened in the end? Where are your old friends? Almost all of them are dead, scattered. After the last great battle of ancient times, how many were left? It's a pity, but your era has passed; you've all been eliminated."

Clearly, Wei Heng's youngest son understood Uncle Ming’s character very well, knowing he was sentimental and nostalgic. As expected, these words immediately caused Uncle Ming immense pain.

Yes, the era belonging to their generation had ended. Especially his group of old friends, some from Earth, some from other star systems—anyone who had offered help back then was killed, their blood splattering across the starry sky.

At this moment, familiar faces appeared before Uncle Ming’s eyes—all brothers and friends with whom he had shared life and death. It was as if he had returned to ancient times, to that era, drinking and singing with them, riding with them to trample the lands of sin, and together suppressing the cursed lands...

But now, all those people were dead. Uncle Ming’s old tears flowed freely, his heart filled with immense sorrow. Their glory, their passion, their youth—all had been buried.

How many people remembered them now? Those old brothers, those friends, were almost all gone. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, filled with unbearable grief, and for a moment, old tears blurred his clouded eyes.

"Our ancient times, our years, my old brothers, I… I'm coming to join you!" Uncle Ming’s lips trembled, and he emitted a weak spiritual fluctuation.

Yin Jiuchui was surprised. He felt that the Xilin clan truly understood Chang Ming, perceiving human nature so well that just a few words had brought tears to Uncle Ming’s eyes.

Wei Tiansheng's lips curled slightly into a faint smile. "Master, it's not that I look down on you, but it's truly so. My father saw through all of you back then. Being too sentimental inevitably leads to failure. In this world, if you're not ruthless enough, how can you survive? My father, even when he was young, saw the tide turning and decisively chose to join the Xilin army. That was foresight and courage. He then went on campaigns; if he hadn't been secretly attacked by Earth's remnants in later years and left with hidden injuries, I believe my father would have already illuminated the heavens. His talent might not have been inferior to Princess Yaoyao's."

"Erasing conscience and humanity—if you father and son think that's good, then so be it. That's your choice," Uncle Ming replied dully.

Wei Tiansheng said, "Master, you won't be lonely down there. Yes, I will dig up the corpses of all your old brothers, burn them, and let them accompany you, returning to dust together."

"Beast! What exactly do you want?!" Uncle Ming raged. His old brothers had all met tragic ends; couldn't they even rest in peace after death? Wei Tiansheng was even more cruel than his father to contemplate such an act.

"What I want, Master, don't you already know? Where exactly on Earth is the Pilfered Dao Breathing Technique kept?" Wei Tiansheng asked.

Uncle Ming’s voice was weak, yet it carried a resolute tone. "Just give up that thought. The breathing technique was taken long ago. If you truly want it, you can go to the broken universe deep within the chaos and find Yaoyao, find the Sacred Teacher, and demand it from them. Do you dare?"

Wei Tiansheng scoffed, "Taken? Just a few stray cats and dogs from Earth, they won't get far. There's someone named Chu Feng, right? I'll crush him with a flick of my hand later! Let him jump around for a while. When the home planet's seal truly loosens, thousands of troops will storm Earth. At that time, any so-called 'chosen ones' will be nothing but weeds, mere ants!"

Then, with a sinister smile, he said, "Alright, Master, you may go on your way. I keep my promises. I guarantee I'll dig up all your old brothers' bodies, pulverize them to dust, and scatter them here on Nine Nether Star to keep you company. After all, some of them were personally hunted down and eliminated by my father, so he knows exactly where they're buried."

Uncle Ming was filled with shock and fury. "You beast! You're worse than pigs and dogs! Your cultivation isn't as high as your father's, but your malicious heart surpasses his!"

His emotions fluctuated violently. Thinking of the tragic fates of his old brothers, and then the indignity of being insulted even after death, sorrow immediately welled up in his heart. Back then, they had commanded the winds and clouds, all extraordinary heroes. How had they fallen to such a state, their twilight years so desolate?

Was it truly that good people don't live long, while the wicked live the longest? Uncle Ming was filled with grief and indignation.

In the distance, Chu Feng saw and heard everything clearly, feeling his chest about to explode. He had never encountered anyone he wanted to kill more than Wei Heng and Wei Tiansheng, father and son. Their insidious cruelty, and most crucially, their conduct, filled his chest with suppressed rage. Nothing less than killing them would quell his fury!

In front of the altar, Yin Jiuchui was awe-struck. He found Wei Tiansheng truly terrifying; in just a few moments, he had made Chang Ming weep old tears one moment and roar in grief and indignation the next. The Wei father and son were indeed formidable.

"Master, farewell. I'm seeing you off here on behalf of my father. Go in peace. However, don't even think about reincarnation. Regardless of whether such a thing exists, you won't get the chance. I guarantee your body and soul will be utterly destroyed."

After Wei Tiansheng finished speaking indifferently, he said no more, standing to the side with his hands clasped behind his back.

Yin Jiuchui burst into laughter. "Old geezer, seeing you so heartbroken truly delights me! And now, you're going to fulfill my destiny, helping me ascend to the Saint Realm. Just thinking about it is exhilarating! Old man, it's time for you to ascend the altar and be sacrificed!"

He was filled with smug satisfaction, beginning to envision the scene of his becoming a saint.

At this point, he lifted Uncle Ming's head and personally placed it on the altar in front. Then he leaped onto another altar, sitting opposite the first.

"I, Yin Jiuchui, shall become a saint today!" Yin Jiuchui roared, as if announcing it to the world. His voice boomed, shaking the black ground around them.

At this moment, Chu Feng's eyes in the spaceship turned red. Everything he had just witnessed, seeing Uncle Ming's humiliation and pain, nearly brought tears to his eyes. He could be ruthless towards enemies, but he was also emotional, and he simply couldn't bear to see a good person like Uncle Ming being wronged.

"Act now!"

Chu Feng gnashed his teeth, having been stifled by rage for too long.

A single green leaf flew out, transforming into a streak of light. It silently pierced through the void, reaching the altar in an instant, directly enveloping Uncle Ming’s head, and vanishing into the distance immediately.

"How dare you!"

"Who's there!"

"Kill!"

In front of the altar, several voices immediately erupted, shaking heaven and earth. Everyone was awe-struck and simultaneously enraged. They were either saints or sub-saints, yet someone dared to openly rob them right in front of their faces. How could they tolerate this?!

In fact, as the green leaf unfurled hundreds of symbols and enveloped Uncle Ming’s head, Young Lady Xi had already moved against Yuwen Chengkong.

Yin Jiuchui was just an empty shell; if Yuwen Chengkong was killed or severely wounded, Yin Jiuchui would be crippled on the spot!

"Give me a holy artifact! I want to personally slaughter Wei Tiansheng!" Chu Feng shouted.