233: Go to seek revenge—Netherworld Sect

He took a deep breath, and a deep-seated, almost bone-deep hatred, accumulated for a long time, suddenly burst forth from his eyes. The hatred was so intense that it even slightly warped the space around him.

"Revenge."

He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, cold to the bone.

"Revenge?"

Jiang Donghua's heart trembled. He had never heard his teacher mention anything about hatred.

"Yes, revenge."

Elder Mo Xuan's voice became unusually calm, but beneath that calmness lay surging waves of fury.

"Go find a power called the Netherworld Sect and settle a blood debt."

"Netherworld Sect?"

Jiang Donghua quickly searched his mind but had no impression of this name.

His understanding of the outside world was mostly limited to the Black-Corner Region and the surroundings of Jia Nan Academy, knowing very little about the colossal powers in Central State.

Looking at his Disciple's bewildered expression, Elder Mo Xuan's lips twisted into a bitter and cold arc.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of them. That is a sect entrenched in the Northern Region of Central State, acting secretively and viciously. It has countless experts within its ranks, and its power is immense. Its patriarch is an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, his cultivation having reached Peak Dou Zong, with one foot already touching the threshold of the Dou Zun rank. In front of them, we are as insignificant as ants right now."

Peak Dou Zong!

These four words struck Jiang Donghua's heart like a heavy hammer!

That was a terrifying existence far surpassing a Dou Huang, capable of reigning supreme in the Black-Corner Region!

His teacher actually wanted to seek revenge against such a power?

Seeing Jiang Donghua's face instantly turn pale and the disbelief in his eyes, Elder Mo Xuan instead smiled, a hint of madness and determination in his smile.

"What? Scared? Do you think I'm going to my death?"

He straightened his back, and the sharp spirit of a newly advanced Dou Huang intertwined with the arrogance of a Sixth-Rank Alchemist burst forth.

"Peak Dou Zong is indeed terrifying, but I am now also a Sixth-Rank Alchemist! The connections and power of a Sixth-Rank Alchemist far exceed your imagination!"

"If the direct approach doesn't work, can't we use a covert one? Can't that old monster be poisoned to death, along with his Disciples and grand-Disciples? If we can't destroy his foundation, can't we at least make him restless day and night?"

His words were filled with the ruthlessness and cunning of an Alchemist.

"This revenge, it's not necessarily impossible! It's just a matter of cost and time!"

"I've waited for this day for too long. If it weren't for your genius appearing before my stagnant life, I probably would never have been able to step into the Dou Huang rank, let alone become a Sixth-Rank Alchemist."

At this moment, Jiang Donghua finally understood why his teacher was so eager to break through to Dou Huang and why he was so determined to go to Central State.

It was not a simple journey or pursuit of a higher realm, but a long-prepared revenge trip, risking his life!

The atmosphere in the courtyard became incredibly oppressive due to this sudden and heavy truth.

Jiang Donghua tightly gripped the dark storage ring, feeling that it carried not only medicinal formulas and ingredients but also his teacher's heavy hatred and expectations.

He looked at his teacher's eyes, which burned with the flame of revenge yet were incredibly calm. Thousands of words were stuck in his chest, finally condensing into one sentence.

"Teacher... take care! You must live!"

Elder Mo Xuan gave him a deep look, patted him heavily on the shoulder, said no more, turned, and flew away with Dou Qi Transformation Wings like a halo of light, his back resolute and solitary.

Originally, Jiang Donghua subconsciously took a step forward, his lips slightly parted, that sentence.

"Teacher, wait a little longer, your Disciple will go with you in the future."

Almost slipped out.

But when he saw the almost savage crimson blood color that flashed in Elder Mo Xuan's usually deep and peaceful eyes the moment he turned around, as well as the endless pain and hatred deeply hidden in his eyes that almost overflowed, all words of retention were forcefully choked back.

That was an obsession that had been brewing for an unknown number of years, gnawing at his heart, unable to be extinguished by the torment of day and night.

This was not an impulsive decision but an inevitable choice made after countless days and nights of being scorched by the fire of hatred.

How long had his teacher been bearing this burden?

Jiang Donghua's heart trembled, and he silently withdrew his hand that was about to reach out.

At this moment, any persuasion was pale and powerless, even a desecration of his teacher's pain.

"It seems I can only wait and find an opportunity to ask Dean Lei Tian later. Perhaps he knows something about my teacher's past, and also about that Netherworld Sect."

Jiang Donghua pondered to himself, deeply imprinting this matter in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down and analyze.

"With my teacher's current Dou Huang strength and his identity as a Sixth-Rank Alchemist, if he were to hide himself and use poison or assassination methods against a target within a large power that isn't at the very top, he should be able to protect himself initially. As long as he isn't personally targeted by that Dou Zong old monster, the danger should be controllable."

Jiang Donghua's gaze became sharp and firm.

"I will go sooner or later! When I step into the Dou King realm, or even a higher realm, I will definitely go to Central State to find my teacher! At that time, I might also have a share in settling the debt with this Netherworld Sect!"

Temporarily suppressing the chaotic thoughts, Jiang Donghua's attention returned to the dark storage ring in his palm.

His teacher had left him something he regarded as his life, which must have a deep meaning.

He separated a wisp of Soul Power and carefully probed into the storage ring.

Although he was mentally prepared, when his vision penetrated the storage ring space, he was still deeply shocked.

The internal space of this dark storage ring was far larger than any storage ring he had used before, roughly estimated to be forty to fifty cubic meters!

A mid-grade storage ring of such capacity, its value alone would be enough to cause a considerable struggle in the Black-Corner Region; it could be called a treasure.

What shocked him even more was that this vast space was almost completely filled!

On one side, countless jade boxes and wooden chests were neatly arranged, labeled, emitting the scent of various millennium spirit herbs and rare minerals. The aroma of herbs was overwhelming, and the age and quality of many medicinal ingredients made him, a Fourth-Grade Alchemist, gasp in amazement.

On the other side were dozens of meticulously classified shelves, filled with densely packed scrolls and jade slips.

In addition to a large number of third-grade and fourth-grade pill recipes, he even saw several scrolls placed separately and bound with golden silk threads. The ancient aura they exuded indicated that they were at least sixth-grade or even touched upon seventh-grade precious medicinal formulas!

There were also piles of refined pure medicinal powders, Beast Fire seeds stored in special containers, several sets of alchemy tools that were clearly extraordinary, and many scattered but obviously valuable alchemy-related materials.

This was simply a mobile Alchemist's treasure trove!

It was Elder Mo Xuan's lifelong accumulation!

His teacher had not only passed on his knowledge to him but had also left him almost all of his material foundation!

Holding this heavy storage ring, Jiang Donghua felt a warm current and a huge sense of responsibility surge into his heart.

His teacher was entrusting his past and future to him.

He took a deep breath, solemnly placing the dark storage ring on his finger, replacing the slightly ordinary storage ring he had used before.

"Teacher, what you have left behind will never be tarnished. Your revenge, your Disciple has also noted."