Chapter 98: Wu Xingyan's Dark Arts

“Ah~ ah~” The woman tore at the cold jade bed with both hands, letting out a series of sultry moans.

Wu Xingyan and this woman shamelessly engaged in their act right in front of others, burying themselves in their passion.

Yet, Situ Deng remained expressionless, seemingly accustomed to the lewd scene unfolding before him, showing no hint of embarrassment.

In fact, during Wu Xingyan’s leisure moments, he would even pass on the leftover women to Situ Deng, and the master and disciple would revel together.

Tai Chi Mountain was never a respectable sect to begin with!

Practicing dual cultivation of Yin and Yang, absorbing Yin to replenish Yang—Wu Xingyan had long been involved in such dealings.

Time slipped by, second by second.

Wu Xingyan’s vitality was extraordinarily abundant; he continued without pause for over an hour.

Finally, he stopped, his body resting on the woman’s lower abdomen.

The once youthful and delicate-skinned woman twitched all over.

At that moment, wrinkles began to appear on her tender skin, and her once thick, jet-black hair started falling out in strands.

In an instant, the young woman transformed into a white-haired old crone, her flesh shriveled as if some force had drained the life from her.

Her eyes widened and mouth gaped open, resembling a mummified corpse unwilling to rest in peace—an unsettling sight indeed.

Yet, Wu Xingyan showed no revulsion toward this dried-up corpse.

He even leaned down to kiss the corpse’s lips once more, savoring the lingering warmth of their recent intimacy.

The scene was truly grotesque.

Tang Rixin only dared to steal a glance before lowering his head again. Even as a cold-blooded assassin, he had never witnessed such perverse behavior.

At that moment, Wu Xingyan’s kiss with the corpse ended.

He seemed to be nourished by it; the white hairs on his head turned completely black, and the wrinkles on his body vanished, as if he had instantly become a robust man in his early thirties.

If not for the slight resemblance in appearance, Tang Rixin would have found it impossible to recognize the youth before him as the old man from moments ago.

Wu Xingyan ignored Tang Rixin’s astonishment, sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed, silently regulating his breath and circulating his energy.

Another half hour passed before Wu Xingyan finally opened his eyes.

Situ Deng immediately stepped forward, picking up a cloak nearby to cover Wu Xingyan’s back.

Wu Xingyan rose, stretching out his arms, and with Situ Deng’s assistance, dressed once more.

“Are you the one Deng’er found?” Wu Xingyan’s voice was low and calm, betraying no emotion.

“Yes.” Tang Rixin nodded quickly. Though unaware of the old man’s true identity, he was careful to answer respectfully, knowing this man was Situ Deng’s master.

“As long as the Jinling Long family is destroyed and the Situ family is supported to become the leader in the North-South rivalry, I will not treat you unfairly,” Wu Xingyan said, his gaze penetrating and commanding as he looked down on Tang Rixin.

This time, Tang Rixin did not answer immediately.

His expression grew complicated, his mind seemingly wrestling with some thought.

“Tang Rixin, my master is speaking to you. What kind of attitude is that?” Situ Deng frowned, his tone growing sterner.

Instantly, Tang Rixin snapped back to attention.

Realizing his rudeness, he opened his mouth but found no words to explain.

“Do you doubt my ability to eliminate the Long family?” Wu Xingyan seemed to see through Tang Rixin’s thoughts and asked directly.

“Elder, I... I dare not entertain such thoughts, nor question your strength!” Tang Rixin replied, trembling with sincerity and fear. He indeed harbored doubts about Wu Xingyan but dared not voice them.

After all, making an enemy of the Jinling Long family meant staking everything he had.

If he lost, Tang Rixin would likely meet a gruesome death on the spot. This was no matter to be taken lightly.

“Hahaha, it is only natural to harbor doubts when you do not know my true identity,” Wu Xingyan suddenly laughed heartily, his laughter bold and unrestrained, once again stirring Tang Rixin’s soul.

“May I ask who you are, elder?” Tang Rixin finally summoned courage to inquire.

He did not doubt Situ Deng’s judgment, but knowing Wu Xingyan’s identity would surely bolster his confidence in carrying out future tasks.

“I am the master of Tai Chi Mountain, the true lord of the Dark Divine Hall!” Wu Xingyan’s smile vanished, replaced by a domineering tone.

Tang Rixin’s face paled in shock.

“You are Wu Xingyan, the master of Tai Chi Mountain?” Tang Rixin was so stunned that he momentarily forgot his manners and blurted out his name.

“Tang Rixin, do you think you can address my master by his given name so casually?” Situ Deng’s expression darkened, his tone laced with reprimand.

Upon hearing this, Tang Rixin hurriedly shut his mouth, though his face remained filled with suspicion and doubt.

Clearly, he had heard of Wu Xingyan’s formidable reputation and knew how terrifying a figure he was.

Wu Xingyan waved off Situ Deng’s scolding, showing no intention of holding Tang Rixin accountable.

“Tell me, have you ever heard my name before?” Wu Xingyan asked.

“Of course, I have heard of you, elder. Thirty years ago, during the North-South conflict, the Jiangbei region invited you to intervene, and you decisively crushed the various martial families of Jiangnan,” Tang Rixin replied cautiously, fearful of offending Wu Xingyan.

“Your divine might is unparalleled. How could I not know your great name?”

“Months ago, I was defeated by Long Sihai, suffering grievous injury. My cultivation plummeted,” Wu Xingyan continued.

“People outside think I am dead, but little do they know I have been secluded on Tai Chi Mountain all these years, devoted to restoring my strength, hoping for the day I can avenge my humiliation.”

“Alas, I still cannot obtain the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart. Had I been able to swallow it, my cultivation would have taken a great leap forward.”

“By then, the mere Long family would be wiped out with a snap of my fingers!” Wu Xingyan’s eyes gleamed with reminiscence.

Otherwise, he would not have hidden on Tai Chi Mountain all these years, striving to mend his wounds.

Who would have thought that Chu Tian would come seeking him at such a time, striking while he was weak and wounding him again.

Fortunately, Wu Xingyan had once practiced the art of soul cultivation. A fragment of his soul escaped and even seized a complete body anew.

A person’s soul greatly influences them, not only altering their inner self but also their outward appearance.

After a month of recuperation, Wu Xingyan had not only healed his injuries but also assumed the appearance of the host body he possessed.

Throughout this time, he trained diligently, all the while contemplating how to kill Chu Tian.