Chapter 347: Black Lotus
However, the annihilating black flame only lingered in Lin Feng's eyes for an instant before vanishing. His gaze returned to normal, and as he swept his eyes over the crowd, he couldn't help but be startled.
At this moment, everyone was staring at him. As for Yu Chou, he was gone.
"What happened?"
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. Just now, he had vaguely seen four colorful ribbons appear, and then his mind had become completely immersed in the Heavenly Book. He had no idea what happened afterward.
"Cough, cough!"
He coughed a couple of times. The true yuan beneath his feet grew weaker and weaker, barely able to support his body. His form trembled slightly as he descended, landing beside Lan Jiao. He asked, "Where's Yu Chou?"
"Dead." Lan Jiao gave Lin Feng a strange look. This guy, at a life-or-death moment, had actually forgotten about Yu Chou and started cultivating. What a freak.
"Four women appeared just now. They crippled Yu Chou and forbade anyone from the Yu Clan from ever setting foot in the Longing Forest again. As for Yu Chou, he's dead—killed by his own men."
Lan Jiao glanced at Duan Wuya. Lin Feng's gaze flickered uncertainly. Dead. Yu Chou had come to kill him, but ended up dead himself. This truly caught Lin Feng off guard. He had thought that since Duan Wuya had invited him here, he had some assurance that Lin Feng would be safe. And indeed, he was still alive and well. But he had never imagined that Yu Chou would die.
As for the four women Lan Jiao mentioned, they had forbidden anyone from the Yu Clan from setting foot in the Longing Forest, which meant they represented the Longing Forest itself, not Duan Wuya's people. But why had they saved him and crippled Yu Chou? Was it because of Duan Wuya?
"Lin Feng, you're something else." Duan Wuya smiled at Lin Feng. This guy, when Yu Chou was about to kill him, had actually entered a cultivation state. What a freak. No wonder his talent was so terrifying.
Lin Feng looked at Duan Wuya, his gaze flickering. There were many things here he couldn't see through.
Why had Duan Wuya invited him? Was it deliberately to make him cross paths with Yu Tianxing, wanting him to kill Yu Tianxing? But what was his purpose in doing so?
And what about Yu Chou? Why had he appeared at the critical moment? When Lin Feng was about to kill Yu Tianxing, could Yu Chou have foreseen that Yu Tianxing was in danger?
Finally, who were those four women? Why had they saved him and crippled Yu Chou?
All of this left Lin Feng puzzled and unable to figure it out.
"Lin Feng, here."
At this moment, Duan Xinye stepped forward and handed a delicate porcelain bottle to Lin Feng, startling him. He asked, "What's this?"
"For healing."
Duan Xinye said casually with a smile, but Duan Wuya's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing through them.
Lin Feng keenly sensed the sharpness in Duan Wuya's eyes and realized that whatever was in the porcelain bottle must be extraordinary.
"Princess, my injuries aren't too severe. I'll recover on my own." Lin Feng declined.
"You called me 'Princess' again!" Duan Xinye's eyes showed a hint of dejection as she cast a resentful glance at Lin Feng, making him smile awkwardly. "Sorry, Xinye."
"Then take it, and I'll forgive you." Duan Xinye held the porcelain bottle out to him, looking at him.
Lin Feng had no choice. With a wry smile, he took the bottle and opened it. Inside were nine yellow pellets, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance—the scent of pills.
Lin Feng poured out one pill and swallowed it immediately. Instantly, a cool energy flowed through his meridians, soothing his internal organs and invigorating his blood and qi. He could even feel every cell in his body moving, and his injuries were recovering at an astonishing speed.
"Such potent medicinal effects," Lin Feng marveled inwardly. This pill must be very precious.
"Xinye, one pill is enough to heal my injuries. Keep the rest." Lin Feng capped the bottle, grabbed Duan Xinye's hand, and pressed the bottle into her palm.
Duan Xinye shot him a glare but had no choice but to put the bottle away. This pill was a top-grade healing medicine, a mid-grade Mysterious Pill. One was indeed enough to treat Lin Feng's injuries.
Beside them, Yue Tianchen watched Lin Feng coldly. Seeing Duan Xinye's attitude toward Lin Feng, he felt a chill run through his entire body, wishing he could kill Lin Feng. How infuriating—Yu Chou hadn't managed to kill Lin Feng. It was all because those four women had appeared at the worst possible time. If they had been just one step later, Lin Feng would already be dead.
Lin Feng's senses were incredibly sharp. The killing intent in Yue Tianchen's eyes was immediately detected. He turned his gaze toward Yue Tianchen, his eyes flashing with cold light. Instantly, Yue Tianchen felt a tremor in his heart and dared not meet Lin Feng's eyes. He lowered his head, not even daring to look at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had killed Yu Tianxing. If he angered him, he would dare to kill him too. This man was a madman.
"Waste."
A single word came from Lin Feng's mouth, causing Yue Tianchen's body to tremble violently. His face flushed red with shame.
Waste. In the past, he had been arrogant, considering himself a member of the Yue Clan, not even deigning to look at Lin Feng, treating him like an ant. But now, Lin Feng was insulting him as a waste in front of everyone, and he didn't even dare to retort. A single glance from Lin Feng was enough to make him cower in fear, unable to meet his eyes. Now, in front of Lin Feng, he couldn't even lift his head.
It was pathetic, but it was the truth.
"Xinye, Your Highness, I have matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer." Lin Feng turned his gaze away and greeted Duan Xinye and Duan Wuya.
Duan Xinye opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't find a reason to keep him. Duan Wuya smiled and nodded. "Go ahead. Next time, I'll invite you again for a few drinks."
"Alright."
Lin Feng nodded slightly, then turned and headed out of the Longing Forest. Lan Jiao followed closely behind him.
"You sure leave a trail of romance wherever you go."
Lan Jiao caught up to Lin Feng, walking beside him. She glanced at him, her voice carrying a hint of a strange tone.
"Does that include you?" Lin Feng looked at Lan Jiao, causing her to freeze. Did it include her?
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The Eastern Mausoleum, after being burned by fire, was now a charred wasteland—barren, lifeless, and uninhabited. No one was willing to set foot on this scorched earth.
But at this moment, a clean and handsome young man arrived at the peak of the Eastern Mausoleum. Standing under the blazing sun, the sunlight fell upon him, transforming into a fiery radiance that coiled around his body, dazzling and brilliant.
This young man who had climbed to the peak of the Eastern Mausoleum was, of course, Lin Feng. This place had excellent sunlight, making it a perfect spot for cultivating the Great Sun Incinerating Heaven Scripture.
Closing his eyes, Lin Feng began to circulate the Great Sun Incinerating Heaven Scripture. The sunlight shone on him, continuously merging into his body. In just a few moments, he seemed to be bathed in flames, resplendent and magnificent.
But at this moment, Lin Feng entered that dark world. With a thought, the radiance of the Heavenly Book in the darkness was so brilliant, and the black flame floating above the Heavenly Book was so heart-shaking.
Lin Feng's mind sank entirely into that cluster of black flame, quietly comprehending. All his thoughts and reflections were on the Netherworld Fire.
A destructive aura began to emanate from Lin Feng's body—cold, dark, and chilling. This destructive intent came from the Netherworld.
At the same time, a black current spread from Lin Feng's body. The yang fire flickering on his body was eroded by this blackness, transforming into dark flames—destructive dark flames.
Even more terrifying, this dark flame continued to spread, reaching every corner of Lin Feng's body. After some time, the sun fire on Lin Feng's body had all turned into black flames. At this moment, Lin Feng was bathed in destructive flames, like a demon god of hellfire, terrifying beyond measure.
"Intent. This is intent. The Netherworld Fire and the Sun Fire can indeed be transformed."
Lin Feng's heart trembled. True yuan power could be transformed into flames. By comprehending the Netherworld Fire and grasping its intent, the sun fire on his body could also be transformed into destructive Netherworld Fire. However, the dark flames burning on Lin Feng's body were far less heart-shaking than the Netherworld Fire floating above the Heavenly Book.
With a thought, the dark flames on Lin Feng's body turned into black specks, writhing and gathering before him. All the flames writhed, condensing into tiny points of dark fire in front of Lin Feng.
A palm-sized black lotus took shape before Lin Feng—a dark lotus, a lotus of Netherworld Fire. All the true yuan fire on Lin Feng's body, transformed into black flames, merged into this black lotus.
PS: My computer broke down. I'm at an internet cafe. Damn...