Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

"What's wrong, Han Wuming? It's only been a year, have you already forgotten me?"

Just as Han Wuming was erupting in anger, a steady and dignified voice rang out.

Immediately afterward, golden light flashed, turning into starlight and disappearing. A young man in white appeared, looking at him calmly.

"M… Master… You… You came back so quickly?"

Han Wuming originally wanted to scold him, but when he turned around and saw that it was Chen Tian, Han Wuming jumped up from the grand master's chair, a fawning smile appearing on his face, and said to Chen Tian with utmost respect.

Chen Tian smiled faintly upon hearing this, walked over and lay down on the grand master's chair that Han Wuming had just been sitting on, and jokingly said, "Could it be that you don't want to see me come back?"

"No, of course not."

Han Wuming was startled and hurriedly grabbed a fan from the side, fanning Chen Tian and smiling, "During the days of your seclusion, Master, this old servant never stopped thinking about you for a moment.

Now that this old servant sees you returning safely, Master, this old servant's heart is filled with joy."

As he spoke, Han Wuming desperately squeezed out two tears of joy from his eyes, then wiped them away with his sleeve.

However, in Han Wuming's heart, he was extremely horrified at this moment.

He didn't expect that Chen Tian would come out ahead of schedule, and even without the 'Saint Soul Token', he came out from the heavily restricted Saint Demon Cave.

This point was indeed beyond Han Wuming's expectations, making him puzzled.

Of course, Han Wuming only thought about these thoughts in his heart, but the expression on his face became even more respectful.

Chen Tian frowned slightly at Han Wuming's hypocritical appearance, but didn't say anything.

After a moment of awkwardness between the two, Han Wuming's eyes darted around, and he curiously asked Chen Tian, "By the way, Master, without the Saint Soul Token, how did you get out of the Saint Demon Cave?"

Chen Tian had already known that he would ask about this, so he flipped his right hand and took out a crystal-clear, crystal ball-like round bead, and said lightly, "Thanks to this thing, I was able to get out of the Saint Demon Cave."

Han Wuming stepped forward and took a closer look, then exclaimed, "This is the restriction key in Zhan Tianlong's hands?"

Now this thought suddenly flashed in my mind, so I blurted it out."

Han Wuming's excuse was very clumsy, without any credibility at all.

After speaking, even his own forehead began to sweat coldly. He lowered his head, as if waiting for Chen Tian's interrogation.

At this time, Chen Tian's face became even colder.

As he expected, the story that Han Wuming told him in the beginning was not groundless.

He should have known long ago that this restriction key was in Zhan Tianlong's hands, and he also knew that Zhan Tianlong and Jia Yan would regularly go to the Saint Demon Cave to practice the Demon Puppet Skill.

But he didn't tell Chen Tian, but wanted Chen Tian and Zhan Tianlong to meet, so as to use Zhan Tianlong's hand to kill Chen Tian.

What a good trick of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

In this way, he would be able to get rid of Chen Tian without anyone knowing, so as to regain his freedom.

However, what he never expected was that Chen Tian came out unscathed, and he also had the restriction key that originally belonged to Zhan Tianlong in his hand.

Although Han Wuming didn't see with his own eyes what happened in the Saint Demon Cave, he could vaguely guess that in the final contest, Chen Tian had won, and that Zhan Tianlong was probably already dead.

Thinking of this, Han Wuming's forehead became even more sweaty. He thought to himself that with Chen Tian's intelligence, it was impossible not to think of this.

And if he came to his senses, then he would definitely kill himself.

This made Han Wuming so frightened that his body began to tremble.

Indeed, Chen Tian had already figured out everything.

He stared at Han Wuming coldly, and a sinister murderous intent flashed in his eyes several times, but in the end, it suddenly disappeared.

After sighing for a long time, he said, "Well, as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss.

Since you are not clear about this matter, then I will not blame you."

"Huh? Huh?"

Hearing Chen Tian's words, Han Wuming was stunned. After a long while, he cautiously asked, "Master, you really don't blame me?"

"What, do you want me to punish you so much?"

Chen Tian glanced at him unhappily after hearing this, and said coldly.

"No… No… This old servant certainly doesn't mean that.

Master, you are so tolerant and understanding, this old servant is really grateful.

You can rest assured that this old servant will definitely do his best in the future to repay you.

It is really this old servant's blessing to be able to meet a benevolent person like Master."

As he said this, Han Wuming squeezed out a few tears from the corners of his eyes again, seemingly crying very excitedly.

To be honest, he was really scared just now, thinking that Chen Tian would use that purple electric light to teach him a lesson.

But what he never expected was that Chen Tian just made a lighthearted comment and let him go.

This made Han Wuming feel endless surprise in addition to horror, thinking that Chen Tian was nothing more than that, and he didn't even notice his evil plan.

However, Han Wuming was wrong. It wasn't that Chen Tian didn't see through his poisonous plan, but he saw everything clearly.

But Chen Tian had no choice.

After all, the path of cultivation is extremely dangerous, and keeping Han Wuming is still very useful.

If he killed him like this, then Chen Tian would not only not get anything good, but would also lose a great help.

So after careful consideration, Chen Tian decided to spare him a life.

However, Chen Tian's patience also has a limit. He can tolerate Han Wuming once, but he will never tolerate it a second time.

So next time, if Han Wuming doesn't repent and harms him again, then Chen Tian will have to kill him with pain.

After thinking about this, Chen Tian sighed, and then said, "By the way, go and do one more thing for me."

"What is it?

Master, please feel free to order me, this old servant will definitely do his best to do it."

Having just moved back from the line of life and death, Han Wuming's attitude towards Chen Tian became even more respectful.

Chen Tian glanced at him sideways after hearing this, and said lightly, "Think of a way for me to remove Zhan Tianlong's name from the Ghost Dao Sect's disciple roster."

"Huh?"

Hearing Chen Tian's words, Han Wuming was startled.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Han Wuming could finally be sure that Zhan Tianlong was dead.

This also made Han Wuming even more horrified. He looked at Chen Tian solemnly, secretly speculating in his heart, "How much more magic does this kid have?"