novelapdf Chapter 495 Want to Die? The Wang Family's Nascent Soul Ancestor!
Chapter 495 Want to Die? The Wang Family's Nascent Soul Ancestor!
Chen Fan remained silent, only raising his hand in a gesture of grasping.
The bone fragments containing the secret techniques of the Soul Refining Sect that he had previously found in the abandoned Transmission Hall, and which were emanating black energy, appeared in his hand.
As his divine sense swept over the area, a sinister technique called the Soul-Pulling Technique came into his mind.
This technique does not directly destroy the soul, but rather uses a special method to peel away and burn the cultivator's soul bit by bit, causing them to suffer pain far exceeding that of slow slicing, while maintaining their consciousness under the protection of the secret technique until their soul power is exhausted and they completely dissipate in endless torment.
"No...no! You can't kill me!" Wang Xuan seemed to have a premonition of something, and roared madly, his eyes filled with despair.
"Want to die? It's not that simple!" Chen Fan murmured softly, a grayish-white light emanating from his fingertips.
Then he pointed his fingers like a knife and aimed at Wang Xuan's brow from a distance.
"what!"
A piercing, inhuman scream suddenly echoed within the golden bowl space.
Wang Xuan convulsed violently, his eyes bulged out, and although no blood flowed from his seven orifices, faint traces of soul light dissipated.
It was an indescribable, excruciating pain that acted directly on the very essence of the soul, as if countless red-hot needles were piercing, stirring, and burning every inch of the soul.
His consciousness was incredibly clear, so clear that he could feel the tearing sensation as every strand of his soul power was stripped away.
"Kill me...please...kill me..." Wang Xuan wept uncontrollably, all his previous pride and status turning to dust in the face of this extreme pain.
He only wanted to die quickly, even if it meant his soul was scattered, it would be better than enduring this hellish torment.
Chen Fan's expression was indifferent, as if he were completing a tedious task.
He controlled the intensity of the secret technique, keeping the pain continuous and even.
"Does it hurt?" Chen Fan finally spoke, his voice flat and without any inflection. "When Tian Xiangzi's soul was scattered, my heart ached a thousand times more than this."
Wang Xuan was unable to answer, only able to gasp in endless pain, his eyes unfocused, yet unable to fall unconscious due to the secret technique.
Just then, something unexpected happened!
A golden light suddenly exploded from between Wang Xuan's trembling brows! A terrifying pressure far exceeding the Nascent Soul level erupted, and although it was only a projection of a divine thought, it still caused the space inside the golden bowl to tremble slightly.
Golden light coalesced, transforming into the phantom of an elderly man with a dignified face, dressed in a purple-gold dragon robe.
The phantom's eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto Chen Fan. Its powerful aura, typical of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, pressed down like a mountain, causing Chen Fan to gasp for breath even through the golden bowl.
"Young man! Stop!" The old man's illusory voice boomed, carrying undeniable authority and anger. "I am Wang Zhenyue of the Great Yu Cultivation Kingdom! Wang Xuan is my direct descendant. How dare you inflict such cruel torture upon him?!"
Chen Fan paused slightly and looked up at the suddenly appearing phantom of the old man.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul...
Is this the foundation of the Wang family, the main branch of the Tiannan Domain?
Even a mere wisp of guardian spirit residing deep within Wang Xuan's soul possessed such power.
Seeing Chen Fan stop, Wang Zhenyue's illusory figure assumed the intimidation had worked and softened his tone slightly, but remained arrogant: "Release him immediately and hand over the method to lift the seal, and I will forgive your past transgressions and spare your life. If you continue to be obstinate..."
His tone grew even colder, "No matter where you hide, I will personally descend upon you, tear your soul from your body, and grind your bones to dust! You have already been tainted by Xuan'er's aura; there is no escape!"
A threat, a blatant threat.
With the dignity of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he crushed the Nascent Soul cultivator as easily as stepping on an ant.
Wang Xuan grasped at a straw, and with his last ounce of strength screamed, "Ancestor...save me...kill him..."
Chen Fan listened quietly, his face expressionless.
Only after Wang Zhenyue finished speaking did he slowly open his mouth, his voice still calm, yet carrying a chilling aura that penetrated to the bone: "Wang Xuan's crimes are so heinous that even being torn to pieces would not be an exaggeration. Your Wang family has allowed your descendants to covet the seal, disrupting the peace of this place for ten thousand years, and even attempting to sacrifice blood to break the seal and release the disaster, treating the lives of the people here as worthless as weeds."
He paused, his gaze piercing the phantom like an icicle. "His crime has brought ruin upon his entire clan."
Wang Zhenyue's illusory figure was taken aback, seemingly not expecting that a mere Nascent Soul eunuch would not only be unafraid in the face of the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but would also dare to speak out against him.
"Arrogant!" He laughed in fury. "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator, a frog in a well, dares to presume to judge the crimes of my Wang family? This sealed land is devoid of spiritual energy and its lineage is incomplete; it is nothing but a prison! My Wang family's scheme was to seek a path to transcendence. What crime have we committed? Release them immediately, or else..."
"Otherwise what?" Chen Fan interrupted him, a faint, almost mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Can your real body get in?"
Wang Zhenyue's illusory image paused.
The rules of the sealed land restrict that cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and above cannot enter; this is an ironclad rule.
The fact that his divine sense could be projected in was due to the strong resonance between the family's secret treasure and Wang Xuan's direct bloodline, and its power was greatly reduced, so it could only manifest as a deterrent and was difficult to directly intervene.
Chen Fan stopped looking at him and turned his gaze back to Wang Xuan, who was writhing in pain.
"I've taken note of the Wang family. Once I leave this place, I will one day personally travel to the Southern Region to seek justice from the Wang family."
His voice was calm, yet every word was as firm as iron!
"You're courting death!" Wang Zhenyue's phantom roared in fury, its golden light blazing as it attempted to attack Chen Fan's soul.
However, this was only a wisp of divine thought. With the golden bowl protecting it, the impact only made Chen Fan's face turn slightly pale, without causing any real harm.
"Your presence has been recorded; I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and exterminate your entire clan!"
Seeing that his threats were ineffective and his attacks were blocked, Wang Zhenyue's illusory figure knew that he could not save Wang Xuan today. He left behind a final roar full of killing intent, and the golden light flashed violently a few times before suddenly dissipating.
Before the divine thought completely dissipated, it did indeed, as it said, firmly lock onto a wisp of Chen Fan's aura.
Chen Fan ignored the dissipating phantom and the final threat.
Locking in on the presence?
If he were afraid of this, he would have died on the path of cultivation long ago.
He turned his attention back to Wang Xuan.
At this moment, the last glimmer of hope in Wang Xuan's eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only endless pain and despair.
Even the ancestor's projection couldn't save him; instead, it enraged the old eunuch!
Chen Fan stopped using the Soul-Pulling Technique; it was too slow.
With a thought, the Black Soul Banner, which he had been nurturing in his dantian, appeared in his hand.
The banner moved without wind, and black mist swirled on it, faintly carrying the wails of ten thousand souls.
After years of accumulation, especially with the Yin Corpse Sect's foundation contributed by Ji Daozi, the Black Soul Banner now contains over a million souls, making it far more powerful than before.
"No...please...don't...let me die...please..."
Wang Xuan felt the overwhelming ghostly and deathly aura emanating from the Black Soul Banner, and his fear reached its peak.
Being refined into the Soul Banner means never being able to reincarnate. The soul will suffer the torment of being tempered by the Yin Wind and torn apart by countless other souls every day. This will be an even more eternal and endless torment than the Soul-Pulling Technique.