Weapon seller in the world of magic-Chapter 691: Secrets of the Past (part-1)

He couldn’t lift a finger.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t scream.

The assassin knelt beside him, gripping Mark’s hair and lifting his head. "You should’ve stayed obedient under the Empire instead of spouting big words. Now you pay the price, Lu Zhen."

Mark’s heart slowed.

His breath stopped for a second...

DING.

A soft tone then echoed inside his mind

[Absorption successful]

[Poison attribute strengthened.]

[Resistance to Poison has been strengthened.]

[Summoned beasts of the Poison category upgraded.]

[Host may now generate Zhen poison.]

Mark’s paralysis vanished like a dream at once.

"Haaa..." He inhaled sharply, air flooding his lungs at last after ten seconds of torture.

The assassin stiffened as Mark pushed himself up, looking as good as new, but sweating top to the bottom.

"What!"

Mark turned to face him, turning cold, "You should’ve used that opportunity to strike me dead instead of spouting nonsense. oh, and also, did you forget that I’m the inheritor of Immortal Phoenix? I have more than one lives. even if you kill me, you still wouldn’t be successful."

The assassin scrambled backward, finally sensing danger and realizing that he fuc*ed up.

He twisted his body, deciding to run for his life before his identity was discovered, but Mark didn’t give him the chance.

He raised his hand and unleashed his most prized skill. "Gravity Dome, 50,000 g. 10 meters range."

A wave of intense pressure crashed down like an invisible mountain at once. The assassin slammed into the ground, cracking his bones under the force. He clawed against the air, but the 50,000-fold gravity pinned him completely.

Mark then walked toward him with cold, measured steps, summoning his anti-matter handgun as easily as drawing breath.

The muzzle pressed against the assassin’s forehead.

Mark reached down, grabbed the hood, and ripped it off.

An elder’s face stared back.

The same elder who had shouted at him during the fight with the Fourteenth Prince.

"Lei Meiran..." As the name came out of Mark, the elder’s lips curled into a snarl. "You’re a devil... You shouldn’t lead our sect! You..."

Mark cut him off, voice colder than the blade of winter. "Trying to kill your clan leader is punishable by death. You know that, don’t you?"

The elder spat blood and growled. "If you kill me, our clansmen will never accept you as their leader. They will only see you as someone who bears grudges for speaking against you."

Mark didn’t blink as he said, "But who will know that I killed you. I can just end your life and burn you into cinders. No one will ever get to see even your corpse, not even your loved ones."

"You..." As the elder’s eyes widen in surprise, Mark then leans forward more, his gaze turning colder even further as he said, "And then in a few days, one after another, your son, your daughter-in-law, your grandson, your granddaughter-in-law, they will go missing without their bodies ever be found out, leaving your one year old, poor greatgrandson an orphan with no one to depend on. As the Clan Head, I will make sure he stays alive but make his life a living hell, make him wish for death, but it won’t come to him, I’ll push him to the point that he tries to save his own life, but I will save him in time..."

"You... stop it... please stop it..."

Pressing his hand on the trembling elder, Mark leaned forward even more to whisper like a devil, "Until the day he dies, he will experience the weight of your sins. What do you think?"

"You... you... devil... You are a fuc*ing demon..." As the elder was frightened to the bones, listening to Mark’s chilling tone, but couldn’t move a muscle, Mark retreated back and calmly looked down at him. "You probably think of me as some reckless brat with great strength, but you should have enquired about me with Granduncle Lan Jing atleast. A while ago, the most powerful existence in the Immortal plane, the Golden Demon Cat Empress, snatched away my summon against his will, who was technically her son. Do you know what I did? Where did you think I disappeared for the past few months?"

The elder’s eyes widened in realization.

Mark smiled with a nod, "I destroyed her entire empire, caused millions... maybe even hundreds of millions of deaths indirectly just to get back at her."

"Even before that..." Mark began strolling around him with his hands behind his back, he said. "On the mortal plane, my own mother abandoned me when I was a baby, believing in the prophecy that says her child will destroy the empire. You know what I did after I grew up? I destroyed the Shang Dynasty, which had 1700 years’ worth of history, and I split their Empire into bits."

Mark stopped before the elder, facing him again and looking him in the eyes, "I am not the time to bully the innocent, but when I faced injustice, when I am provoked... I will be worse than a demon. So, with all that knowledge in your head... You will now make a choice, Elder Lei Meiran. One: I hunt down your entire bloodline. And Two: You will save me the trouble. Tell me the names of the ones who worked with you. And tell me who gave you Zhen’s poison."

The elder’s teeth clenched.

Mark pressed the gun harder against his forehead.

"Choose. And choose wisely."

The room was silent except for the faint, trembling breath of a man crushed beneath the weight of his own treachery.

And Mark’s expression didn’t soften for even a moment.

The elder’s breathing grew frantic under the crushing weight of the Gravity Dome. Sweat gathered at the edges of his temples and rolled down the sides of his face, but he could not lift a hand to wipe them.

His limbs trembled uncontrollably, not from the pressure alone but from the trembling fear in his heart. His bones groaned under the invisible mass pinning him to the cold floor. Mark stood over him with the barrel of the anti-matter gun pressed to his forehead.

"You have ten seconds to decide," Mark then said, raising the gun a little so the elder could clearly see the trigger. "After that, I pull this trigger and begin the sequence of deaths. One after another. All of you."

The elder’s pupils widened. His breath hitched as Mark began counting.

"Ten."

The assassin-elder clenched his jaw, trying to resist the rising panic, but his heart hammered violently.

"Nine."

He tried to move, but his limbs barely twitched.

"Eight."

His breathing turned ragged, almost wheezing.

"Seven."

Mark watched him without blinking.

"Six."

The elder’s lips trembled.

"Five."

His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

"Four."

Cold sweat soaked his robes.

"Three."

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

"Two..."

"It’s the patriarch! Former Patriarch Lan!" he shouted, his voice cracking from fear and pressure.

Mark froze mid-count, eyes narrowing. "What?" It was the last name he ever expected to hear. His own ancestor wants to kill him?

The elder sucked in a sharp breath, coughing as he fought against the gravity. He nodded repeatedly, each movement tiny and strained. "Yes... It was him. The order was from Patriarch Lan. He told me to kill you tonight."

Mark’s brows drew together in confusion. "My great-grandfather? Why would he want to kill me? He was the one who handed me the reins so willingly. Is this about the imperial palace pressuring him?"

The elder shook his head quickly. "No... no, it’s not the Emperor. It’s... It’s because of your bloodline. Because of your family."

Mark’s grip on the gun loosened slightly, his confusion deepening. "What about my family?"

The elder swallowed hard and began narrating, "Your grandfather, Lan Gengxin... he wasn’t truly the Patriarch’s biological son. He was actually his nephew. His sister’s child."

A stunned silence filled the room. Mark blinked once, unable to hide his surprise. "Lan Gengxin wasn’t his son?"

The elder continued, voice shaking. "The Patriarch’s sister was originally engaged to the Emperor’s younger brother back when he was still the Third Prince. Their marriage was decided to strengthen ties between the Imperial Family and our clan. But... she fell in love with a commoner, an outer disciple named Wen Jun. When the Patriarch found out, he killed that man. He intended to forcefully marry his sister to the Prince to salvage their political alliance. But... when the marriage date approached, it was discovered she was already pregnant. Everything fell apart. The marriage was canceled. Our long-standing relationship with the Imperial clan crumbled overnight."