# Chapter 234: Terrifying Expert
Meng Qing's figure drifted down to the ground, breathtakingly beautiful, yet her body exuded strands of chilling cold. This cold energy actually transformed into tangible, transparent light, forming a zone of cold around Meng Qing. Anyone who approached felt as if their entire body would be frozen solid, their steps retreating repeatedly. Even the Crimson Blood Heavenly Sword people were no exception.
"So cold."
Looking at the woman of ultimate beauty, many people sighed inwardly. Only Lin Feng could make such a woman fall for him.
Meng Qing walked before the statue and asked coldly, "Is this the entrance to the forbidden ground?"
"Yes, that is the entrance to the Purple Mansion forbidden ground."
Someone under the corridor nodded. At this moment, none of them dared to leave, afraid of angering Meng Qing and the others. If they provoked her wrath again, wouldn't they end up like the Purple Mansion people, obliterated on the spot?
Meng Qing's strength was too great. Even the Purple Mansion Ancestor was killed in an instant, let alone them.
Meng Qing's gaze fixed on the forbidden ground door. Her palm slowly raised, cold energy spreading within her palm, surging and flowing without pause. Then, with a tremor of her step, her palm suddenly slammed toward the forbidden ground door.
"Boom, rumble."
The ground trembled continuously, the sound echoing through the space. However, the forbidden ground door stood unmoved, still tightly shut. The statue also showed no sign of shaking.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Meng Qing's palm force crazily erupted, striking the forbidden ground door. Her gaze remained icy, without the slightest fluctuation.
Finally, after many attempts, Meng Qing gave up. She turned her gaze to the crowd and asked, "How is this forbidden ground door opened?"
"It is opened by offering the blood of the Purple Mansion direct descendants, dripping it into the small hole on the statue's chest. But now, the Purple Mansion's direct descendants have already..."
One person answered, then glanced at the corpses on the ground. The Purple Mansion's direct descendants had all been killed, not a single one left.
"Blood."
Meng Qing's expression darkened. Her gaze fell on the Purple Mansion Ancestor. Her palm trembled, and an ice spike pierced into the corpse, then froze some of the blood.
Meng Qing's hand trembled again, and the frozen blood fell into the small hole of the statue, instantly melting. Yet, the forbidden ground door still showed no reaction.
Her gaze sinking, Meng Qing's eyes landed on the person who had just spoken. Instantly, that person felt his entire body stiffen. This fairy-like beauty could freeze a person stiff with just a glance, as if she were not someone ordinary mortals could touch—only to be admired, never defiled.
"This forbidden ground door should not be able to open again. Otherwise, after Lin Feng entered, the Purple Mansion Ancestor would have followed him in to pursue and kill Lin Feng, instead of waiting outside." That person explained, "Moreover, when the Purple Mansion direct descendants marry, they all enter the forbidden ground. Those people won't encounter danger inside; they will come out on their own. Perhaps it can be controlled from within the forbidden ground."
"After the Purple Mansion people enter, how long does it take for them to come out?"
Hearing that entering the forbidden ground would not bring danger, Meng Qing's heart relaxed a little. As long as there was no danger, it was fine.
"Unclear. At the least, a few months; at the most, several years."
"A few months, several years."
Meng Qing murmured softly, then turned around and said to the Crimson Blood Heavenly Sword people, "If you want to leave, go ahead now."
None of them answered. They stood there silently, their feet not moving at all, as if they were statues.
This scene made the crowd sigh inwardly again. Who exactly was Lin Feng, that so many people were willing to wait for him—months, even years—without regret?
...
Inside the forbidden ground, Lin Feng was unaware of everything happening outside. At this moment, Lin Feng stood motionless, staring at the statue.
Lin Feng had also understood. This statue was not a fake sculpture but a person—a dead person. No breath, yet the body had not decayed, sitting there like a statue.
Behind Lin Feng, Duan Xinye stood quietly, her gaze also fixed on the statue, as if sinking into it.
At this moment, Lin Feng and Duan Xinye's minds were in another world. Above the sky, a figure rode atop a demon beast—a purple demon serpent, a hundred meters long, spewing purple mist that scattered the clouds, extremely shocking.
From the nine heavens, divine thunder continuously struck down. Purple lightning, filled with the aura of destruction, directly slammed into the figure and the demon serpent. Purple light flowed over their bodies.
That peerless figure was like a heavenly god, infinitely majestic.
Roaming the void, martial arts experts soaring through the nine heavens and wandering the great void—this was no empty boast. Galloping across the sky, bathing in heavenly thunder.
Lin Feng felt everything presented in his mind, his heart trembling violently. Just now, when he came before this statue, it seemed to open a heavenly eye, causing his gaze to sink into this world.
This was a true expert. He, Lin Feng, was nothing. His path was still very long.
Just then, the expert soaring through the nine heavens turned his gaze. Lin Feng's mind trembled. At this moment, he felt as if those eyes were staring directly at him.
"Finally, someone has come to my world again."
An ethereal voice came from the other's mouth, causing Lin Feng's body to tremble violently. Finally, someone... He still had consciousness, not dead.
"Don't be surprised. The soul is the most wondrous thing between heaven and earth. Even if the physical body dies, the soul can remain undying. Although my physical body's vitality was destroyed long ago, because my soul was powerful in life, a wisp of remnant soul remains after death. This wisp of remnant consciousness has sustained me until now. But it can only last until today. After this, there will never be me again in heaven and earth!"
The physical body destroyed, yet the soul undying!
Lin Feng's heart was shocked. He didn't know what realm this peerless expert had reached.
And from the other's voice, Lin Feng truly felt a desolate artistic conception, as if a hero had grown old. After this, there would never be him again in heaven and earth.
"Ever since Zi Qian first stepped here, I established a rule: from generation to generation, only those who truly love each other can come before me to receive my blessing. And Zi Qian always followed this, letting the married couples among his descendants enter. But this time, for some reason, it is not his descendants but you two. Perhaps this is also a kind of fate. Zi Qian met me for the first time, and you two have come just as the power of my remnant soul is about to fade. Moreover, both of you are possessors of bloodline martial souls, with bloodline power. One of you is a true genius."
This person continued speaking, his voice directly transmitting into Lin Feng and Duan Xinye's minds, making Lin Feng's heart tremble. Both were possessors of bloodline martial souls?
He knew Duan Xinye was a bloodline martial soul possessor—the Reincarnation Gate.
As for him, Lin Feng, did he also possess bloodline power?
"Heaven Devouring Martial Soul." Lin Feng's body trembled slightly. That martial soul once considered a waste was a bloodline martial soul.
But Lin Feng's father did not have the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul, nor did the Lin Clan people. That left only one explanation: his mother, whom he had never seen, was a possessor of a bloodline martial soul!
"Little girl, my time is running out. Your talent is not as good as his. I will bestow more inheritance upon him. Are you willing to give up? If you are willing, just nod once."
That person spoke. His words were clearly directed at Duan Xinye.
Lin Feng didn't know how Duan Xinye reacted, but then he heard the expert speak again: "Very good. I will also bestow something upon you. Comprehend it well."
After saying this, Duan Xinye felt her body tremble violently. The scene in her mind instantly disappeared. A surging force directly fell into her mind, causing her to faint instantly.
In Lin Feng's mind, the expert's gaze fell on him again, a smile on his face.
"Decades ago, I instructed the Zi family descendant who entered last time to let more people enter this time, because this would be the last time. I hoped for someone with good talent to fully inherit everything I have. Although he didn't let many in, you alone are enough. Your cultivation level is not yet very high, but your soul power is far too strong compared to those at the same realm. You are the most suitable candidate."
Lin Feng was seventeen years old, at the Eighth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, but in the other's eyes, his cultivation was not considered high. The vast continent had too many geniuses. What he valued was Lin Feng's soul power.