"Immortal Zheng, where is the ring?!" A black-clad man threatened Immortal Zheng, the edge of his blade almost pressing against his neck.
Hearing the man's words, Zheng, who had blood trickling down his forehead, smirked, "Just for the ring, you would even shake hands with my enemies. I'm greatly disappointed in you, Little Ren."
The man's brows were raised all of a sudden, "How did you know?"
Zheng looked at his disciple with a hint of ridicule and said, "I've known it since the ring ceremony that you were planning to kill me."
When the man heard those words, anger took over him.
He grabbed the robes of his master, pulled him up and roared at him, "Then you should have just given me the ring, you bastard! Why did you make me resort to treachery?
I've been your disciple for more than three centuries. There's not a single person in my generation who is my match! I've dedicated my whole life to getting your approval so that I can be worthy of that ring.
But you outrightly rejected me on that day, saying some destiny nonsense! The ring wasn't meant for me, you say? Tell me?! In this entire Heavenly Realm, who is more suitable to be the ring's owner if not me?!"
"Ren Jinxiao," Zheng looked straight into his disciple's eyes and said, "I've told you before, and I'll say it once more…It's the ring that chooses its owner and not the other way around. I've kept it with me for a thousand years, hoping that a suitable person would appear in this realm.
That was my greed, but after even you, the disciple I've given my all to train, failed to attract the ring, I lost hope in this realm. Therefore-"
SMASH!
Ren Jinxiao threw Zheng to the side, and his body smashed into a wooden table and overturned it, "Spare me your long-winded bullshit you senile bastard! Just give me the goddamn ring and I'll make sure to end you quickly,"
Cough!
Coughing out blood, Zheng looked up at his disciple, who had lost all signs of patience. A feeling of guilt welled up in him.
The disciple whom he loved more deeply than his son was adamant about killing him today. It was all because of a choice he had made long ago.
Zheng took a deep breath and adjusted his bearing. Now that he was able to clearly judge the weak character of his disciple, he no longer doubted the ring's decision.
"The ring?" Zheng chuckled, "Why would I still keep it when there's no one worthy of it in this realm?"
Understanding the implication behind his words, the man's eyes widened, "You don't mean…"
"At least greed has not yet consumed your intellect," Zheng smiled, knowing fully well that this smile might be his last and continued, "You've guessed it right. I've removed the ring's restrictions, and it has left this realm. Since I failed to provide the ring with an owner, it will now find one on its own."
"You treacherous bastard!" Ren Jinxiao's eyes turned bloodshot, and the next moment, his blade flashed for a second and Immortal Zheng's head rolled down on the floor.
Turning around, Ren Jinxiao ordered the other men who were garbed in similar black clothes, "Send all available cultivators to the other realms! We must find that ring at any cost!"