Yang Fei found it unbelievable: "As far as I know, the Martial God is in Huaxia's Zhonghai Drink Snow Tower, but Uncle is in the Vastiga Mountain Range thousands of miles away. How could the two meet?"

Nuannuan wiped her tears, staring foolishly at the White Bone.

"I've heard from my grandpa, back then the Martial God revived Ancient Martial Arts, claiming invincibility across the world."

"My father was compiling the Pangu True Scripture, almost succeeding. He was an unrivaled expert, and unhappy with the Martial God's arrogance, went to Zhonghai to challenge him."

"In the end, he lost the battle at the Drink Snow Tower, acknowledging defeat. Later, he was invited by the Martial God to join the Drink Snow Tower to research Martial Arts."

"The Pangu True Scripture, our Wu Clan's supreme Cultivation Technique, was completed by my father and the Martial God together."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch the pinky bone of the left hand of the skeleton.

Yang Fei then noticed that the left pinky of the White Bone Skeleton wore an iron ring, dark and seemingly very heavy.

Nuannuan's tears quickly began to flow.

"This iron ring, called the Martial God Ring, was given to my father by the Martial God. It's a symbol of identity, issued by the Drink Snow Tower."

"It's said that there are no more than ten such rings worldwide. My father cherished it tremendously, always carrying it with him."

"This tradition has passed down to today, and this iron ring has become the symbol of the Wu Clan's Sect Leader."

Yang Fei somewhat understood: "So, you recognized Uncle from this iron ring?"

Nuannuan nodded, her eyes red.

"I was very young then and remember nothing. I've heard from grandpa that one day father suddenly returned, severely injured."

"He said there was a major upheaval at the Drink Snow Tower, likely implicating even the Wu Clan. He asked grandpa to act as the Witch Master, saying people should not forsake righteousness, then hurriedly left again."

"No one understood what father meant, but by then his Martial Arts had reached a level beyond everyone's imagination."

"No one dared question him or intervene."

"Grandfather once said, father was a hero who valued righteousness over life and death, probably rushing to Zhonghai to aid the Martial God facing a crisis."

At this, Nuannuan lowered her gaze, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Who could have thought, father never returned from that journey; without his presence, the Wu Clan was troubled by villains, chaos erupted."

"Everyone hoped for father's return to restore the Wu Clan, yet news came that Zhonghai Drink Snow Tower had been struck by a catastrophic storm, ceasing to exist."

"The Martial God went missing, along with numerous Martial Arts Masters who followed him, including my father. I yearned day and night for his return, but today…"

As she said this, Nuannuan's tears again poured down, and she cried bitterly.

"Dad, what happened? Why are you here?"

Yang Fei listened to Nuannuan reveal this secret history, sighing deeply.

He recalled past events of the Martial God a decade ago, those heroes like stars from beyond, distant yet shining brightly, illuminating eternity in The Human Realm.

Suddenly, Yang Fei noticed faintly peculiar patterns on the white bones.

Though they had faded due to time, the sinister form was still discernible, causing him to startle.

"This… this is Divine Punishment, Uncle was killed by Divine Punishment."

Yang Fei had seen similar patterns on the bodies of the Old Taoist and Uncle Afu; the patterns formed a vicious Heavenly God design.

This Divine Punishment, whenever it occurs, inflicts unbearable suffering, worse than death.

Nuannuan too was startled, lifting her head to stare blankly at Yang Fei.

"Uncle, our Wu Clan people, blessed by the Ancestral Witch, do not fear Heavenly Punishment or Divine Punishment. Our clan members view themselves as Divine Beings."

Yang Fei sneered, mockingly responding.

"Let's be real, the Wu Clan can only deceive the ignorant folks; if true gods exist, I believe they are just stronger entities than Martial Artists."

"Man is knife, I am meat, the lives of the weak are never safeguarded."

As he spoke, pointing at the patterns on the skeleton, he said coldly.

"These patterns I've seen firsthand; they must be caused by Divine Punishment, if my speculation is correct, your father surely died because of Divine Punishment."

Yang Fei's serious demeanor made Nuannuan somewhat believe.

She ground her teeth in rage.

"So, my father truly was killed by so-called Divine Punishment, was it because he helped the Martial God?"

Yang Fei nodded: "It's very possible; there exists a type of person known as God Defiler, I've seen two such individuals myself."

"They possess great and miraculous powers, yet cannot use them easily or face Divine Punishment. The cruel punishment makes them suffer immensely, alive or dead."

At this, Yang Fei concluded: "In my opinion, your father was a God Defiler."

Nuannuan looked deeply at the patterns on the skeleton, tears streaming down, her teeth grinding furiously.

"I don't care who killed my father; I will kill them, even if it's a god."

Yang Fei chuckled, sizing up Nuannuan, then turned his head.

"For what, relying on your little buns? It's good to have ambition but measure your strength."

"Uncle, you mock me again."

Out of anger, Nuannuan crinkled her small nose cutely, rushing to pinch and twist Yang Fei.

Yang Fei laughed, dodging her, about to speak when Nuannuan exclaimed joyously.

"Uncle, I've found the Wu Clan's supreme Martial Manual, the Pangu True Scripture, so awesome!"

She said, snatching the parchment roll from the table, jumping with joy.

Yang Fei rolled his eyes, amused by her.

"Seeing you fool that ugly Gonggong so convincingly, I thought you already mastered the Pangu True Scripture, turns out you haven't?"

Nuannuan giggled: "My Pangu True Scripture is what father left, incomplete."

"I've only cultivated to the second level; the subsequent techniques are incomplete. Yet, the whole Wu Clan believes I understand the Pangu True Scripture."

Yang Fei's curiosity piqued, flipping through the parchment's text.

"So, what's the highest realm in the Pangu True Scripture?"

Nuannuan shook her head: "No one has cultivated the Pangu True Scripture to its highest realm."

"Even my father only reached the seventh level, unable to reach the highest twelfth level."

At this, Nuannuan felt sorrowful.

"I remember as a child, hearing my father saying that if he could cultivate to the twelfth level in the Pangu True Scripture, he might not lose to the Martial God, but unfortunately, limited by talent, he couldn't fulfill this wish."

Yang Fei sighed, yearning passionately.

"In this lifetime, if only I could fight alongside heroes like the Martial God and Witch Master, I'd die without regrets!"

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