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Yan Feng's expression changed three times, and even the three heads of the families on stage felt a stir in their hearts. Bai Maoren stood up, looking at Wei Ning, and said in a deep voice, "You are from the Wei Family; what evidence do you have?"
Wei Ning smiled slightly and took out the Soul Bell from his bosom. The Soul Bell was ancient and heavy, with many corners polished to a shine, giving it an appearance that seemed to carry a history of thousands of years. The three heads of families were knowledgeable individuals; upon seeing the bell, they pondered for a moment before Bai Maoren spoke again, "How many generations of disciples are you from the Wei Family?"
Wei Ning replied, "I am the grandson of Wei Qiuxi from the Wei Family. I come here on my mother's orders to participate in the Corpse Driving Conference. To all the uncles and elders present, Wei Ning pays his respects." He performed a slight bow, his movements courteous and measured, neither servile nor arrogant, which greatly impressed those around him.
"He is indeed the grandson of Wei Qiuxi; he looks quite handsome."
"Yes, although Wei Qiuxi has already passed away, it seems another young man from the Wei Family has emerged. He looks quite formidable."
"That may not necessarily be true; nowadays, many people appear impressive but are empty inside."
"Look, he just saved that big fool with one move; he must have some skills."
"Whether he is a donkey or a horse will be revealed when we take him out for a test."
Yan Feng coldly remarked, "In this day and age, everything has its fakes. How do I know if you are truly a descendant of the Wei Family?"
Wei Ning responded, "The Wei Family has held the reins of Zhu You School for thousands of years. Although some events have occurred in recent years, I believe our status is not something you can question!" After saying this, Wei Ning deliberately avoided looking at Yan Feng. His demeanor exuded the pride and authority befitting a head of a prestigious family.
Wei Ning's purpose was to establish authority and restore the reputation of the Wei Family within Zhu You School. Although he usually had a humble personality, such arrogance was necessary at this moment. In this brutal environment of the Corpse Driving Conference, excessive humility would only show weakness. Thus, Wei Ning adopted a proud demeanor more fitting for a descendant of the Wei Family.
Yan Feng loved to show off and always sought attention. Now, regardless of his stature or presence, he felt completely overshadowed by Wei Ning's aura. Jealousy surged within him as he darkly remarked, "Don't get too carried away; if your facade crumbles later on, it won't be easy to explain."
Yan Feng glanced at the three heads of the family. Although Wei Ning had taken out the Wei Family's signature item, the Soul Bell, the three heads still harbored doubts about Wei Ning's identity. Wei Ning understood that the quickest and most direct way to prove his identity was not the Soul Bell, but rather his fists. In any world, strength was the ultimate truth.
The crowd below was eager to see what would happen. As they watched Yan Feng hesitate, they began to jeer. Yan Feng stopped speaking, and with a sweep of his Corpse Driving Stick, a strange sound echoed in the wind. "Child, since you don't know your place, I'll have to teach you a lesson. Just don't cry later," he said, pointing the Corpse Driving Stick at Wei Ning. "You better pay attention." As soon as he finished speaking, the White Zombie lunged at Wei Ning.
"Shameless scoundrel! How can you claim to be a proper disciple of Zhu You Tang while hiding behind Yin People?" Wei Ning shouted. His figure flickered as the White Zombie suddenly split into countless afterimages, surrounding him. Clearly, Yan Feng knew that Wei Ning was no ordinary opponent, so he unleashed his most lethal move right away, hoping to replicate his earlier success against Du Bian and seize Wei Ning's position. Little did he know that as soon as Wei Ning activated his Yin-Yang Eye, he declared, "What ghostly tricks are these? How dare you present them in such a grand setting!"
With a single flash of golden light from his eye, he dispelled all those afterimages. The White Zombie froze in place, and Yan Feng's expression changed dramatically. He swung the Corpse Driving Stick repeatedly in an attempt to control the White Zombie, but at that moment, Wei Ning had already severed the connection between the White Zombie and Yan Feng with his Yin-Yang Eye. No matter how hard Yan Feng tried to cast spells, it was all in vain.
Without even making a single move or taking a step, Wei Ning had completely neutralized all of Yan Feng's techniques. The crowd below turned pale in unison; no one could discern what exactly Wei Ning had just done. Even the three heads of the family on stage began to look increasingly grave.
Wei Ning stepped lightly on Yubu and seemed to appear right beside Yan Feng in an instant. Yan Feng's face was filled with disbelief; in a moment of panic, Wei Ning lifted him entirely and threw him off the stage.
The speed and decisiveness left everyone speechless.
Yan Feng was a rising star of the Exorcist Family and held considerable prestige within Zhu You Men. Yet he had been defeated without even managing to launch a single attack. This made it clear just how formidable Wei Ning's strength truly was.
Wei Ning surveyed the stunned Zhu You Practitioners and slowly declared, "As the head of the Corpse Driving Clan, I announce that from this day forth, anyone who dares to disrespect the God of Joy or attempts to refine Fighting Corpses for him shall be expelled from Zhu You!"
With an imposing presence like thunder, no one dared to question Wei Ning's identity. His previously invincible image had deeply rooted itself in their minds; for a moment, his authority soared.
The Wei Family indeed produced exceptional talents. With just one move, they created an astonishing impact.
"You ignorant child! Do you still see us in your eyes?" Bai Maoren stepped forward with a cold snort.
Wei Ning bowed to the three heads of the families and said, "On my way here, I saw two disciples of Zhu You engaging in Fighting Corpse. Their methods were so cruel that it drew attention. Our Zhu You sect is known as the 'Corpse Driver' family, serving as the 'Ghost Messenger' left by the Underworld in the mortal realm, dedicated to guiding those who have died far from home. We emphasize compassion, allowing the deceased Yin People to rest in peace. Yet now, someone from our sect is using Zhu You Dao Techniques to commit such harmful acts, which I believe even our Zhu You Ancestor would not permit."
Bai Maoren coldly replied, "Let’s set aside whether you are truly a descendant of the Wei Family. Even if you are, when your grandfather Wei Qiuxi was alive, he always negotiated with our three families. Who do you think you are to act so unilaterally? Do you even acknowledge our presence as these old men?"
The other two heads of families clearly shared their dissatisfaction with Wei Ning and simultaneously snorted.
"I dare not presume, but justice is everyone's concern; fairness resides in people's hearts," Wei Ning declared loudly, instantly earning applause from many below.
Bai Maoren's face turned ashen. "Wei Family child, do not be too arrogant. I am the head of the Bai Family, which makes me your uncle by seniority. As for status, ever since the Wang family was exterminated, my Bai Family has been fortunate enough to temporarily take charge as one of the four major families..."
Before Bai Maoren could finish his sentence, a voice boomed from afar, shaking the air with its intensity. "Who dares to say my Wang family has no one?"
As soon as the voice fell, a massive Soul Banner shot down from the sky like a bolt of black lightning, plunging straight into the center of the stage. The tremendous force caused the banner's tail to tremble incessantly, producing a buzzing sound.
The crowd below seemed momentarily stunned by this turn of events, but everyone understood that trouble was brewing and another spectacle was about to unfold.
Upon seeing the Soul Banner, Wei Ning recognized who had arrived and his face lit up with joy. "Master..."
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