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A figure flashed and appeared on stage. After glancing at the four people present, he walked up step by step with an air of nonchalance. The newcomer was Wang Tuozi. He ignored Wei Ning and did not respond to anyone, heading straight to Bai Maoren's position. With a sidelong glance at Bai Maoren, he coldly asked, "Is this your seat?" Without waiting for Bai Maoren to reply, he boldly sat down in his place, pointing to the center and raising his hand, commanding, "Sit."
Bai Maoren's face turned a deep shade of purple, his hands trembling in his sleeves. Everyone could see the anger boiling within him, yet strangely, he did not dare to retaliate.
Even the heads of the other two families changed their expressions but did not dare to speak up in support of Bai Maoren.
The younger members below were curious and began asking each other who this person was and how he could be so arrogant. However, those of a certain age all turned pale at the mention of Wang Chuyi's title, their faces a mix of fear, dread, and anger. A torrent of crude curses erupted as they sincerely wished death upon Wang Tuozi's long-deceased female relatives, yet none dared to approach him.
Wang Tuozi surveyed the crowd with a sideways glance; wherever his gaze fell, no one dared to speak again. People instinctively shrank back, trying to avoid Wang Tuozi's eyes. He glanced at Wei Ning again and pointed once more at the central seat, which had originally been reserved for the Wei Family. However, since the Wei Family had missed the Corpse Driving Conference and had not produced any notable figures in recent years, everyone had not prepared for their attendance. They merely placed a chair out of courtesy. Wei Ning, as the representative of the Wei Family, naturally did not refuse and took a seat.
Wang Tuozi's past was shrouded in mystery; he had always kept it hidden from Wei Ning. Therefore, Wei Ning had no idea that Wang Chuyi held such "status" among Zhu You Practitioners. As soon as he appeared, he commanded attention with an imposing presence that stunned the three family heads and drew everyone's focus. The atmosphere was tense to the extreme; it was late at night, and aside from the Soul Banner trembling in the center, there was only a low buzzing sound.
Bai Maoren took a deep breath as if making a decision and suddenly shouted, "Wang Chuyi! You were expelled from my Zhu You School over a hundred years ago; you are no longer one of us! Why are you here today..."
Wang Tuozi waved his hand dismissively and cursed back, "Shut up, you fool! When I was rampaging through these lands back then, you were still in diapers! Don't make a scene in front of me. If you had any sense, you would just pull up a chair and sit beside me quietly; otherwise, you might as well prepare your coffin." His tone was as harsh as a stone in a cesspool—stinking and unyielding—leaving no room for Bai Maoren.
At this moment, the expressions of the other two also darkened significantly. They were supposed heads of their families and Bai Maoren's supporters; although Wang Tuozi hadn't directly insulted them, Bai Maoren's humiliation felt like a slap in their own faces. More importantly, they had just heard Wei Ning refer to Wang Tuozi as "Master."
This title implied that the once-mighty Wang family had allied with the Wei Family during their peak strength—a disaster for the Wu and Fang families, especially for Wu Yunhe's aspirations to become Zhu You's leading family.
Perhaps they should be grateful that these two powerful families now only had two lone commanders standing on stage.
Bai Maoren seemed extremely wary of Wang Chuyi; he found himself momentarily speechless and looked toward Wu and Fang for help. As true giants of this Corpse Driving Conference, they now found themselves cornered. Wu Yunhe seemed to awaken suddenly; half-closing his eyes, he said, "Brother Wang, how have you been? This is just our children playing tricks; why would you take an interest in such childish games? Isn't it beneath your dignity to join them?"
Wang Tuozi rolled his eyes, looking up and said, "You belong to the Yun clan, right? I remember there was someone from the Wu Family named Wu Nongying, who seemed quite familiar with me. Do you know him?"
Wu Yunhe nodded and replied, "He was my grandfather; he passed away a long time ago."
Wang Tuozi continued, "I recall that we were peers back in the day. Since he is your grandfather, it shouldn't be wrong for me to consider myself your grand-uncle."
Wu Yunhe's expression changed. As the head of the Wu Family, his status was incredibly prestigious, and Wang Tuozi was clearly insulting him. Angrily, he said, "You..." However, with Wang Tuozi's seniority established, he felt guilty and had no retort. He turned to Wei Ning and asked, "Wei Family child, did your grandfather send you here to cause trouble as well?"
Wang Tuozi interjected, "Wei Zi is my disciple; by seniority, you should call him uncle."
Wei Ning knew Wang Tuozi's sharp tongue and realized that he had put both family heads in a difficult position. If this continued, it would offend the entire Zhu You clan. Quietly, he said to Wang Tuozi, "Master, why are you here?"
"Why? Just because you came means I can't? When did this Corpse Driving Conference become a place only for monks? If they can touch it, why can't I?"
Fang Yu Jue said, "Wang Chuyi, we respect you as a senior and have been tolerant. You have long been expelled from Zhu You; of course, you cannot attend the Corpse Driving Conference."
"Hmph! A bunch of clowns performing tricks. You invited me here; I wouldn't even care to come. Here’s the deal: if you give me that broken box, I'll leave naturally. But if you don't give it to me, I can take it myself." With that, Wang Tuozi pointed at the Hell's Key on the table.
"Hmph! We knew you came with ill intentions; so you're after this thing. What can someone who even kills their own father be worth?" Fang Yu Jue said coldly.
Wang Chuyi stood up angrily and shouted, "The One with the Surname Fang, I see you're tired of living!"
Fang Yu Jue was bolder than the other two; stepping forward confidently, he declared, "Others may fear you, but I Fang Yu Jue do not. Today I want to see just how powerful the things in your hands really are."
At that moment, one person stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Brother Fang, let me take the lead in this fight. If I can't handle it, you can step in later." The speaker was Bai Maoren, who had lost face today. If he continued to dodge, the Bai Family would no longer be able to hold their head high in Zhu You School.
Wei Ning noticed the sudden tension between the two sides and tugged at Wang Chuyi's sleeve, saying, "Master..."
"Get lost. Go somewhere cool," Wang Chuyi snapped.
Wei Ning understood Wang Chuyi's temperament and shrugged, deciding not to press further.
Fang Yu and his companion exchanged glances and quickly stepped back to clear space for the two combatants. In the vast open area, only Wang Chuyi and Bai Maoren stood facing each other.
The night wind blew, causing their hair to flutter. The air was thick with killing intent.
A battle between the top practitioners of Zhu You Sect was about to begin.
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