Complete Martial Arts Attributes Chapter 2369 Retreat! Crisis Resolved! Gratitude! (1)

Chapter 2369 Retreat! Crisis Resolved! Gratitude! (1)

The atmosphere in the starry sky was incredibly eerie.
Everyone watched Wang Teng and Elder Hui, their hearts pounding with anxiety for Wang Teng.
This guy wasn't afraid of death at all!
Apologize!
An eternal-level weapon!
How could he dare to ask Elder Hui for these things? Wasn't he afraid of provoking Elder Hui and ending up in a hopeless situation?
Yet Wang Teng stared fearlessly at Elder Hui, a cold smile playing on his lips, the sword in his hand still gently rotating.
The man of the Heishan Royal Clan was on the verge of passing out from pain. Having a sword inserted into his heart, slowly stirring it around, must be an experience no one has ever endured.
He harbored extreme hatred and fear towards Wang Teng at this moment.
This bastard was too ruthless!
All his initial arrogance had vanished. Now, all he wanted was to survive, and everything depended on Elder Hui.
Only the other party could save him.
If Elder didn't save him, he would die.
So, the young man of the Heishan Royal Clan resorted to a desperate move—he looked at Elder Hui with pitiful eyes, full of pleading and longing.
Elder Hui, you raised me up!
If he could, he would have spoken up, but the excruciating pain in his heart prevented him from uttering a single word.
Elder Hui's voice, weathered and aged, paused for a moment before continuing:
Elder Hui's gaze softened, sighing helplessly. Heishan Gan was the prodigy they had pinned high hopes on. He couldn't just watch him die.
In the next moment, he stopped hesitating, waved his hand, and produced an eternal-stage sword, tossing it to Wang Teng.
"This sword is an eternal-level weapon, consider it compensation. It's also…"
Elder Hui's voice, weathered and aged, paused for a moment before continuing:
"My apology to you!"
In the starry sky, silence fell like a heavy blanket.
Everyone stood frozen in disbelief. Elder Hui had actually apologized.
This…
A sense of absurdity welled up in everyone's hearts as they looked at Wang Teng and then at Elder Hui.
Chi Yi, Zuo Gu, and the other young martial geniuses admired Wang Teng to the utmost. To make an eternal-stage ruler like Elder Hui bow his head in apology was perhaps an unprecedented event in the universe.
Facing the gaze of the crowd, Elder Hui felt he had lost all dignity. He could not bear to remain any longer and coldly declared, "You can release him now!"
"Fair enough," Wang Teng said, seeing Elder Hui's demeanor, understanding that further coercion would likely backfire. "Let's sign two spiritual contracts, and I'll release him immediately."
"I don't have a spiritual contract with me. You guys go prepare it!" Elder Hui said.
Wang Teng also didn't possess any spiritual contracts capable of binding an eternal-stage ruler. With his current knowledge of runes and mastery of the laws, he could create one himself. However, the materials required for crafting a spiritual contract were unique, and he couldn't produce one of the caliber necessary to bind an eternal-stage ruler. So, he looked to the several ancestors of the five major families.
This was the territory of the five major families, so obtaining two spiritual contracts shouldn't be difficult.
"We have two spiritual contracts here!" One of the ancestors of the five major families immediately spoke up.
Following Wang Teng's earlier request, one of the spiritual contracts was specifically for the Five Burial Stars. They were grateful to Wang Teng and had no intention of being stingy with two spiritual contracts.
With a wave of his hand, the ancestor sent two scrolls flying, hovering in front of Wang Teng and Elder Hui.
"Please proceed," Wang Teng gestured.
Elder Hui was in no mood to argue with Wang Teng anymore. He opened one of the scrolls and began inscribing upon it with his spiritual power.
The two contracts quickly took shape, and then he imprinted his soul mark before passing it forward.
After a quick inspection to ensure everything was in order, Wang Teng also left his soul mark.
At their level, soul marks were more reliable than names. Once a spiritual contract was signed, there was no turning back, even for an immortal-level venerable.
Wang Teng looked at the youth he held, a faint smile on his lips. "Welcome to come trouble me again next time."
Splat!
Before the words had fully left his mouth, he drew out the Dark Shadow Sword, and a stream of blood shot out.
"Ah…" The young man from the Heishan Royal Clan screamed again, writhing in pain, barely clinging to life, nearly at his last breath, weakened to the extreme.
Elder Hui's facial muscles twitched.
"Why scream? You can't even endure a little pain. What a sorry sight," Wang Teng said, tossing the Heishan Royal Clan youth to Elder Hui with extreme disdain.
Everyone: …
Wang Teng was too harsh, stabbing someone like that and then taunting him.
Elder Hui took the Heishan Royal Clan youth, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He immediately administered a pill to him.
The wound on the youth's chest quickly healed, but a wave of exhaustion hit him, and he finally passed out in bliss.
"Huh!" Wang Teng sniffed, surprised. "Supreme-grade grandmaster-level pill! You're really generous. Is this fellow your grandson? Oh dear, should I have asked for more compensation?"
"Humph!" Elder Hui snorted coldly, his gaze fixed firmly on Wang Teng, itching to tear him limb from limb and rip him to shreds.
"Don't get too impulsive. We just signed a spiritual contract," Wang Teng said with a feigned look of fear, taking a few steps back and waving the spiritual contract in his hand hastily.
"Kid, although I can't lay a finger on you anymore, there are ways to deal with you. This matter isn't over. Take care of yourself," Elder Hui said calmly, completely composed at this moment.