Zhang Futu was brazenly killing others for their wealth. He was no different from ghostly cultivators.

Wu Yu knew the only rule of the immortal world was that the strong preyed on the weak. But he was still convinced that everyone should have a conscience to measure themselves against.

The Red Flame Sword Sect leader had no quarrel with Zhang Futu. He was a far superior cultivator, and he could have taken the treasure by force. There was no need to take his life and end his cultivation.

And the spiritual immortal treasures, obtained in such a manner, were Zhang Futu's present to his new disciple, Wu Yu.

Under the intense heat, Zhang Futu wore a smug smile.

His long white hair fluttered in the glaring sunlight.

Everyone around them was on their knees. The words “Shushan Immortal Sect” had struck them dumb with fear and trepidation, unable to make a sound.

Wu Yu suddenly recalled the moment when Feng Xueya had given him the Demon Subduing Staff. Feng Xueya had no suitable weapon at the time. He had borrowed the Demon...