Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Chen Tian didn't have to wait long. As evening approached, Han Wuming returned.

“Master, I have completed the task you assigned. Here are ten bottles of demon blood. Please examine them.”

At this moment, Chen Tian was lying on the rocking chair in the main hall, his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. Han Wuming didn't dare to disturb him. After taking out the ten blackened porcelain bottles, he placed them on the stone table beside Chen Tian.

Only then did Chen Tian slowly open his eyes, glance at the ten bottles, and smile with satisfaction. “Very good, you've worked hard.”

“Oh, Master, what are you saying? Serving you is the glory of this old servant's life. If Master doesn't嫌弃, then this old servant will serve you for eternity!” Hearing Chen Tian's praise, Han Wuming immediately became smug and began to fawn over him.

“Oh!” Just then, Chen Tian, as if hearing something interesting, grinned and said, “You want to be my slave for life? That's great! Of course, I wouldn't嫌弃. But…”

Pausing here, Chen Tian raised his eyes and glanced at Han Wuming, a strange smile on his face. “But are you really willing to serve me for life?”

Chen Tian's tone at this moment was very strange, making it difficult to tell if he was serious or joking.

However, hearing this in Han Wuming's ears caused a huge wave of terror in his heart. To be honest, Han Wuming naturally didn't want to be subjugated to Chen Tian for life and be his slave. The previous words were just polite flattery.

Han Wuming was a little flustered. He increasingly felt that the young man before him was unfathomable, and he couldn't understand his true intentions.

This made Han Wuming feel a little apprehensive. He was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond.

Recalling his past glory and then comparing it to his current miserable situation, Han Wuming had the urge to bang his head against the wall.

He really regretted it. How could he have gotten involved with Chen Tian, this guy who was even more evil than a demon?

Thinking of this, Han Wuming wore a mournful face and sighed dejectedly.

Chen Tian also saw the sad look on Han Wuming's face, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he asked indifferently, “Alright, tell me, how is the second matter progressing?”

Han Wuming naturally knew what Chen Tian was referring to with the second matter, so he didn't dare to delay. He flipped his withered hand upward, and a square wooden box appeared in his hand.

The wooden box was over three feet long, made entirely of unadorned pine wood. What was also surprising was that there were drops of red blood flowing down from the bottom of the wooden box, obviously indicating what was inside.

Han Wuming held the wooden box with both hands, presented it to Chen Tian, and said with a smile, “Master, this contains the head of that Mu Qingyun. Please inspect it.”

Looking at the blood-dripping wooden box, Chen Tian frowned slightly, then shook his head and said, “Forget it, I won't look. I trust your work, just put it there.”

As he said this, Chen Tian glanced at the stone table beside him.

Seeing this, Han Wuming immediately understood and placed the wooden box on it.

After retracting his gaze, Chen Tian continued to ask while rocking in the rocking chair, “How is it? Was this matter handled cleanly?”

“Uh, Master, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” Han Wuming's face showed a look of embarrassment as he asked Chen Tian.

Chen Tian seemed to have heard something and frowned, saying in a deep voice, “What do you think?”

Han Wuming gave an awkward wry smile and said, “Reporting to Master, the matter was not handled cleanly.”

“Oh? How so?” A rare hint of doubt appeared on Chen Tian's calm face as he asked.

“Alas, it's like this.” Han Wuming sighed and slowly said, “Unlike the situation with that young Zhan lad last time, Mu Qingyun set up a restriction in his cave after that Nether Ghost Old Man sent him back.

This restriction is quite profound. If I had more time, this old servant could naturally break it, but because Master, you were urging me, I had no choice but to forcibly break it open and then enter Mu Qingyun's cave to kill him.

Because of this restriction, I'm afraid that Nether Ghost Old Man already knows about Mu Qingyun's murder.”

After saying this, Han Wuming drooped his head, waiting for Chen Tian to reprimand him.

“Oh, so that's how it is.”

But to Han Wuming's surprise, Chen Tian was extremely calm about this matter. Not only did he not blame him, but he also didn't show any signs of unease.

Han Wuming seemed a little confused and asked doubtfully, “Master, are you really not worried?”

“What am I worried about?” Chen Tian laughed and said, “That Nether Ghost Qian Tu is also a clever man. Even if you handled it cleanly, as long as he knows about Mu Qingyun's death, he will immediately think that it must be because of me.

But precisely because he is clever, I dare to assert that even if he knows, he won't do anything. After all, Nether Ghost Qian Tu wouldn't make such an unprofitable deal just for a mere Spirit Guiding Stage disciple!”

“Oh, so that's how it is!” Hearing Chen Tian's analysis, Han Wuming seemed to understand a little.

However, immediately afterward, he was a little horrified and stared blankly at Chen Tian, increasingly feeling that this kid was not simple.

“By the way, is there anything else?” Chen Tian asked again.

Han Wuming nodded after hearing this and said, “There is indeed one more thing, and that is that the sect has officially decided to abolish the Three Souls Sect, and all the disciples inside will be reassigned.”

Chen Tian was originally lying comfortably on the rocking chair, but after hearing Han Wuming's words, he immediately stopped moving. After thinking for a while, he finally understood what Zhang He's words in the canyon meant.

Zhang He actually understood that in the past ten years, the only two victories of the Three Souls Sect were with Chen Tian's help.

And if there was no Chen Tian, then they might have suffered a dozen consecutive defeats.

In addition, the Three Souls Sanren had already lost power, so the removal of the Three Souls Sect was a certainty.

After figuring this out, Chen Tian sighed. His heart was also filled with mixed feelings.

Han Wuming was a shrewd man. Seeing Chen Tian's appearance, his eyes rolled, and he said, “Master, do you want me to come forward and save the Three Souls Sect?”