Super Medical Genius

Unfortunately, the pearl was still there, but his junior was no longer there.

According to the old man's calculations, the pearl belonged to Third Martial Uncle. That Third Martial Uncle must have participated in the massacre of the sect that year. Did he kill his youngest Junior Martial Sister?

Putting the bead in his pocket, he turned around and left.

The old man reluctantly chased it out, wanting to take the bead back.

"Mine …"

The old man muttered, but did not dare go forward, as if he was afraid of Zhong Wentao.

But he kept his eyes on the pockets of his pants, trying to see through the beads.

Zhong Wentao stopped, glanced at the old man, then quickly turned and left. In the end, he still took the bead away.

The old man stood in his spot desolately, not moving for a very long time.

Four disciples suddenly disappeared from Vastheaven Sect. Everyone had been sent out, and even after searching for a long time, they were still unable to find these four people.

Especially since no one saw the four of them fall into the ground, they had no idea that they had fallen into the sect's formation. They only thought that the four of them had slacked off to other places, but were unable to find their whereabouts.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhong Wentao quickly advanced and found Third Martial Aunt's room, sneaking in.

"Whiz!"

A long sword flew out, Zhong Wentao turned to the side, the sword pierced through his throat and directly nailed him to the door. The Third Senior Master had already noticed his existence, what a sensitive intuition!

"You actually managed to come out alive."

The third uncle spoke coldly and walked out. He was indeed taken aback and felt that he had underestimated the person before him.

Looks like the expert who helped Zheng Yu was the one in front of him.

To be able to possess such capabilities at such a young age, it was indeed a curious person as to who he was.

Zhong Wentao did not answer, he only took out the bead from his pocket, so that the three masters could see it clearly.

Third Martial Uncle frowned and asked, "Why is this thing here?"

"Is this yours?"

Zhong Wentao only asked.

"This is a snow pearl from the Heavenly Region. If it wasn't mine, would it still be yours?"

After saying that, the Third Martial Uncle leaped forward with the intention of snatching the pearl back.

This pearl was not an ordinary object. It was something that had appeared on top of the Heavenly Realm. After absorbing the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, as well as the essence of the sun and moon, he had finally obtained it with great difficulty.

The Qing-Yun Realm was long gone. It was a precious treasure.

"If you want it, I'll give it back to you."

With that, Zhong Wentao fiercely threw the pearl into the air, as if he was ignoring trash.

Third Junior Master did not care about being angry, he quickly grabbed the pearl in the air, and got kicked by Zhong Wentao on his Dantian. His body struck the wall, and fell to the ground like a dead fly.

With a light raise of his hand, the bead once again returned to Zhong Wentao's palm.

He playfully looked at the Third Martial Aunt. He wanted to let the Third Martial Aunt have a taste of the feeling of being tortured to death.

He wanted to take revenge for his Junior Sister first.

"Sorry, I slipped."

He looked at the person lying on the ground, who couldn't get up at the moment, and felt much more relaxed.

As expected, a person still needed to vent. This method was most suitable for him.

"Cough, cough …" "Just who are you …"

With great difficulty, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The third uncle only felt that all of the zhenqi in his dantian had been scattered by that kick.

The true energy that he had cultivated for hundreds of years had actually disappeared in an instant. "This bead, where did you get it from?"

Zhong Wentao continued to inquire, he wanted to know the truth.

Did he kill his junior for this pearl?

The third master was silent as he pondered over the reason why Zhong Wentao had asked such a question.

"I obtained it by chance …"

He struggled to speak, unable to speak the truth.

This thing was pulled off from a woman five hundred years ago. Originally, this was a pendant, but when he was pulling it, the rope broke and only this bead remained, and he did not tell anyone about it. Until now, he had kept it hidden and even his master did not know about it, but he had accidentally lost it a month ago.

"You're lying."

Zhong Wentao said coldly, his hand clenched into a fist, as though he was going to break the bead.

"No!"

The Third Martial Aunt shouted in fear.

This was something he had used to protect his life. It had been left to this point, and it had to be destroyed.

"This thing was obviously stolen by you, it doesn't belong to you, it belongs to my junior sister."

He wasn't afraid of revealing his identity.

Even the person in front of him could live for more than five hundred years. Although he had changed countless other bodies, the souls within were still the same.

He had killed someone, robbed someone else's things and taken them for himself, yet he still dared to lie.

"Who are you?"

Hearing his words, Third Martial Uncle was extremely shocked. He couldn't control his expression and tried his best to recall, but he couldn't figure out what relationship this young man had with the Tai Yi Sect from five hundred years ago.

Without replying to him, Zhong Wentao slowly walked forward and crouched beside Third Martial Uncle.

That kick of his had scattered the zhenqi of the third uncle. It wasn't something that could be done in a short period of time.

"Who the hell are you?"

The Third Martial Uncle struggled, but he still couldn't understand what was going on.

The matter from five hundred years ago was already understood after Zheng Yu's family was killed. The descendants of the Tai Yi Sect were all dead, leaving behind only Zheng Yu, who carried a hidden grievance.

They were absolutely sure about this, but who was this man in front of them?

Why did he know about what happened five hundred years ago?

Lowering his head, he whispered a few words into the Third Martial Aunt's ear. Then he saw the Third Martial Uncle's eyes bulging, and his expression was extremely ugly.

"Impossible, you …"

Before he could finish his sentence, a dagger was stabbed into the 13th piece of his spine. His entire body was twitching, and he could feel the blood leaving his body.

The sound line seemed to have been cut off. He maintained his posture and started to bleed from his seven orifices.

She gently wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes as if she was wiping away his tears. Her actions were very gentle.

Looking at the blood-red color on his index finger, he lightly wrote something on it in the air. After finishing all of this, he turned around and left.

"Youngest junior sister, I've already avenged you. Rest in peace."

He murmured softly, as if trying to console himself.

The door to the Third Martial Uncle's room was wide open. He was not dead yet, so after clearly seeing Zhong Wentao's leaving figure, he finally remembered who he was.

This back, this feeling, was without a doubt Zhong Ming!

They should have thought about it long ago, that Zhong Ming wouldn't die so easily.

Unfortunately, some of them were too late. The pain in his body told him that there was not much time left. Before daybreak, he would completely leave this place and die.

After the first bird cry, the disciples of the Vastheaven Sect were all busy cultivating. As martial uncles, the Third Martial Aunt would come to watch them practice every day, but unexpectedly, they did not appear today.

The older disciple took the initiative to invite him, and when he walked to the door, he saw this scene.

Third Martial Uncle's body was lying on the ground, maintaining a strange posture. There was a large amount of dried blood on the ground, as if all the blood in Third Martial Uncle's body had been shed.

A dagger stabbed into his back, glinting with a cold light that pierced the disciple's eyes.

"Third teacher is dead!"

A loud and clear voice pierced the sky. Vastheaven Sect's morning had started with this scene.

After Zhong Wentao killed the person, he did not immediately leave, but went to hide in the strange old man's room, in order to see this scene.

This was the enjoyment after taking revenge, seeing how the people of Vastheaven Sect were flustered and flustered, wanting to force back all their 'old friends'.

The Third Martial Aunt was just a small character; the big boss hadn't appeared yet.

"Pearl …"

The strange old man had been sitting on the bed and repeating the same word. Zhong Wentao did not bother with him and only allowed him to speak as he wished, as long as he did not make a ruckus.

The pearl was not in his possession now, but was a gift he had given to those people.

As everyone was busy searching for the culprit, Zhong Wentao finally left the temple from his hiding place.

Standing outside the temple and looking at the calm face of the door, he could vaguely see a few monks walking around peacefully, but he could still feel the surging waves hidden inside.

Vastheaven Sect, the game has started!

Far away in a high-end hotel overseas, the urgent ringing of the bell woke up the people who were still sleeping.

"Hello."

His hoarse voice was very low. This man was Vastheaven Sect's Uncle Tian Yuan.

This time, he brought a few disciples to deal with matters in the sea, leaving the matters in the temple to the third uncle. At this time, he would call and assume that it was the third uncle.

"Uncle master, something has happened!"

It was the voice of an unfamiliar disciple. Tian Yuan immediately opened his eyes with a cold expression.

If it wasn't for the incident with Third Junior Brother, this phone call would definitely not have come from a disciple.

"Slow down."

Tian Yuan, on the other hand, was relatively calm. He didn't panic like the other disciples.

Inside the phone, it was a very chaotic narration. In the entire Vastheaven Sect, no one knew what happened to Third Martial Aunt, but she suddenly died in one night.

Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone and called all the disciples over to his room.

A minute later, a dozen people filled the hotel room.

"Master, what happened?"

Tian Yuan's most prized disciple, Tian Qi, asked on behalf of the two Senior and Junior Brothers' behalf.

"Your Third Martial Aunt is dead."

Tian Yuan coldly spoke, calmly narrating this matter … He would not be sad if his junior brother died. He only wanted to know who did this, who dared to be so disrespectful to the Vastheaven Sect!

In the Pine City, even the Cultivator Organization had to acquiesce to their existence, not daring to make a move against them.

"Impossible!"

Tian Qi coldly said, he could not believe it.

They were all from Vastheaven Sect. If the name of their sect was said, then it would be enough to scare those opponents to death.

It was probably the actions of the people within the sect.

"The plan is about to change. Let's leave immediately."

Tian Yuan said as he and his entourage quickly left, attracting the attention of many in the hotel.

On the other side, Zhong Wentao only returned in the morning and did not return for the entire night, which made Zhou Zihan and Bai Shiyun extremely worried.

The two women had been waiting at the entrance for a long time now, and their faces were filled with anger. They had scared away several people who wanted to see a patient, and even though Zhou Cangzhu was crying in the house, they didn't care.

Maintaining this expression, she only relaxed after Zhong Wentao returned.

"Big Brother Zhong, where did you go?"