Chapter 75 Chapter 75 "Not everyone likes demons like you...
The fog filled the man's body, surrounding him and blocking his vision.
Xuan Yi seized the opportunity and followed the scent of fresh blood in the mist to locate the man.
The long sword in his hand was wrapped in blue demonic power, and Xuan Yi's pupils instantly turned blood red as he rushed into the thick fog.
I will not stop until I take the man's life.
Xuan Yi's action was too sudden, and the man was trapped in the center of the fog, with everything in front of him gray and white.
The man never expected that there would be a little mist floating in the hydrangea.
"A trifle."
The man snorted coldly, and a little spiritual power flowed out of his palm, dispelling the fog in front of him.
He raised his hand into the air, and suddenly a blue light appeared before his eyes.
The man glanced at Xuan Yi with disdain and shook off the lingering blood on his crystal sword. "You think this little bit of mist can stop me?"
The man calmly raised his sword to block Xuan Yi who was charging towards him.
A flash of green light passed by, and the man suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen.
The man frowned slightly and lowered his head.
Half of the sword blade pierced his abdomen, and the exposed blade was covered with blood.
"Xuan Yi!" Biqing's voice sounded from behind the man.
Xuan Yi saw the perfect moment, turned his wrist, and slashed the man's neck with his sword cleanly and efficiently.
Xuan Yi's pupils tightened.
Before he could think about it, the man in front of him smiled and disappeared into the darkness as the fog dissipated.
With a loud bang, the tightly closed crack above their heads opened, and a ray of sunlight shone on Xuan Yi and Bi Qing's cheeks, causing them to squint uncomfortably.
Without stopping for a moment, the two of them quickly left the gap and fell back to the ground.
As Biqing's feet touched the ground, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed. Her body softened and she fell to the ground.
"Biqing!"
Xuan Yi caught Biqing, placed a hand on her shoulder, and healed her wound.
Biqing wanted to say something to Xuan Yi, but her peripheral vision caught sight of the figure behind him, and her pupils suddenly constricted: "Xuan...Xuan Yi..."
Xuan Yi felt the pressure coming from behind him, but before he could move, a bit of spiritual power suddenly fell on him, flowing along his arm to his palm, and lingering on the wound on Biqing's shoulder.
Xuan Yi said nothing, but held Biqing's waist and healed her wounds without stopping.
"Relax, little girl."
The man's white clothes were as white as snow, and the crystals inlaid on the corners of his clothes sparkled with colorful light under the sunlight.
His sleeves rose and fell with his footsteps. The man stopped beside the two of them and stared down at them condescendingly.
Xuan Yi slowly tightened his grip on Bi Qing's hand.
He raised his eyes and met the man's gaze with cold eyes.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally the man spoke first: "You little wolf cub, why are you staring at me?"
Xuan Yi said coldly, "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"
Biqing closed her eyes and let out a helpless sigh.
The man caught Biqing's sigh and pinched a little spiritual power onto her.
In just a moment, the wound on Biqing's shoulder was completely healed.
The pain in her body dissipated like smoke, and Biqing looked at the man in disbelief: "You..."
"Are you Chisong's apprentice?" the man asked.
Biqing shook her head and replied cautiously, "I've had the honor of meeting the Supreme God Chisong a few times. My aptitude is not good enough to catch the Supreme God's eye."
"You can only deceive this little wolf cub with these words."
The man smiled and didn't press the issue. "Forget it. If you don't want to talk, I'm afraid you won't say a word even if I use all my tricks."
He saw Biqing holding Xuan Yi's face, carefully examining the wound on his face, and comforting him in a gentle voice, "Does it hurt? I'll heal you right away."
Xuan Yi shook his head: "It will only leave a scar, it's not a big deal."
He held the hand that was holding his cheek and checked it over and over again, fearing that he had missed anything.
After confirming that the deep wound on Biqing's palm had disappeared, Xuan Yi's expression eased slightly.
Bi Qing was extremely dissatisfied with Xuan Yi's complete disregard for himself and asked, "If something happens to you, what will happen to your people?"
Xuan Yi glanced at the man and said, "I'll be fine."
The two of them were chatting and chatting with each other, completely ignoring the man standing beside them.
The man could no longer bear it and asked, "I spared your lives, why don't you even say thank you?"
"Thank you." Biqing answered quickly without any emotion.
The man was speechless after being choked by Biqing's thanks. He racked his brains and squeezed out a sentence: "Akamatsu and I are old acquaintances."
"I don't believe it."
Biqing stood up and looked warily at the pair of long swords behind the man. "Auntie... High Goddess Chisong never mentioned you. You can't be an old acquaintance of her."
The man said, "She didn't mention me? Then you must have heard of me from other people."
Bi Qing asked back, "Didn't you say you hated immortals the most? Who in heaven would mention a god who hated immortals?"
Xuan Yi, who was standing behind her, raised his eyebrows.
If he remembered correctly...
Biqing herself seemed to have said that she hated gods.
"If I truly hated the gods, I would never accept an audience with Zi Teng and her husband."
The man took a step forward, looked at Biqing's face, and said to himself, "They look a bit similar."
The man suddenly realized: "Are you Chisong's daughter?"
Biqing paused for a moment, then, for the sake of her aunt's reputation, she said, "Goddess Chisong is my aunt."
The man let out a long sigh: "I was saying, that little girl Chisong has such a bad temper, how could anyone like her?"
Biqing looked at him strangely.
The man smiled and said, "Akamatsu is my most proud disciple."
Seeing Biqing's disbelief, he cleared his throat and said, "I am the Supreme God Fenghan, your aunt's master."
Two swords flew to his side, and he stroked the hilts as if coaxing a child. "I know you haven't seen me in a while, and you're incredibly excited. But this time, I was too heavy-handed. Not only did I injure you, I nearly hurt myself too."
The two swords flew in front of Biqing and Xuanyi. The crystal sword circled around Biqing several times and then hung in front of her without moving.
The meteorite iron sword came in front of Xuan Yi and hit his shoulder with the hilt.
"...I've never heard Auntie mention your name." Biqing said bluntly, "Auntie never told me she had a master either."
"It's not surprising that Chisong is reluctant to mention me because of his unresolved emotional issues."
The past events flashed before Feng Han's eyes. His pupils dimmed for a moment, and he warned, "If you see Chisong again in the future, don't tell her that you and I met."
"You're such a weird person." Biqing was puzzled. "You say you're my aunt's master, but you don't want my aunt to know about you."
"He must have done something wrong."
Xuan Yi said calmly, "Why else would you hide it? Living at the foot of the mountain for ten thousand years?"
"You little wolf cub!"
Feng Han flicked his sleeves and said, "I live at the foot of the mountain just to have some peace and quiet! But you two disturbed my sweet dreams! I haven't settled my score with you yet!"
"We didn't mean to disturb your sweet dreams, Senior."
Bi Qing asked respectfully, "Senior, do you know what the artifact in the Hundred Thousand Mountains looks like? Xuan Yi and I came here just for that thing..."
Feng Han's gaze lingered on Biqing's face for a moment, and he said, "The top leaf on the tree where Zi Teng lives is the artifact you two are looking for."
"That leaf has absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for thousands of years. I think it can help you a little."
Biqing and Xuanyi were overjoyed. Biqing bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior!"
"Don't be so quick to thank me." Feng Han said, "Whether you can get that leaf depends on your own ability."
"If I hadn't recognized that your spiritual power was quite similar to that of Akamatsu, I wouldn't have let you go and allowed you to destroy my illusion."
Feng Han flicked a little spiritual energy onto Xuan Yi's cheek, erasing the scars on his face: "Such a handsome face, it's a pity to disfigure it."
Glancing at the wolf ears on Xuan Yi's head, he said, "Demons are not welcome here. Put away your demonic appearance."
"How cute!" Biqing looked at Xuanyi, her eyes full of love.
Xuan Yi's cheeks flushed slightly, and he coughed dryly. He retracted his wolf ears and tail, and the fangs exposed outside his lips gradually retreated into ordinary teeth.
"Little girl, not everyone likes demons like you."
Feng Han reminded him, "The road ahead for both of you is destined to be many times more difficult than for others."
He stared meaningfully at the sword in Xuan Yi's hand. "He's good at using a knife, but he chose to use a sword. How strange! How strange!"
"Little wolf, come here, I have something to give you."
After Feng Han finished speaking, a palm-sized piece of meteorite appeared in front of the three of them.
Seeing Xuan Yi standing there without moving forward, he sternly said, "Come here! Your elders are giving you something, and you're so rude!"
Xuan Yi recognized the meteorite iron. His broken sword was made of it.
He asked, "Why did you give me such a valuable gift?"
Feng Han uttered two words calmly: "Opportunity."
Xuan Yi's pair of mandarin duck eyes were filled with suspicion.
Feng Han glanced at Bi Qing, and Xuan Yi suddenly realized something. He grasped the meteorite floating before his eyes and said respectfully, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me."
Feng Han stroked the blade of the meteorite iron longsword and said, "If you want to thank someone, thank the person in front of you."
Xuan Yi looked at Bi Qing beside him and said softly, "Finally, I've put an end to a worry."
Bi Qing's face lit up with joy: "Great! With this meteorite iron, you can forge a handy weapon!" She bowed deeply to Feng Han: "Thank you, Senior!"
"You two deserve this."
Feng Han helped her stand up straight. When the two of them touched, a bit of spiritual power flowed into Biqing's body along her arm.
There was a sharp pain in the sacrum on Biqing's back, and then it disappeared.
"Swordsmanship cannot be mastered quickly, and you two have important matters to attend to. I cannot leave you here to train for a hundred years."
Feng Han said, "You little girl, you're so desperate to perish together with your enemy. I'll give you some spiritual power. If you really face a powerful enemy, I can save half of your life. This is my compensation for your time in the trial realm."
He looked at Biqing in front of him. Somehow, the young face in front of him was intertwined with the face in his memory.
The red lips of the woman in front of him opened and closed, and in a trance, Feng Han heard a voice saying "Master".
"Senior? Senior——"
Feng Han came back to his senses. The face in his memory was gone, but Biqing's worried face was particularly clear.
"Biqing, did you sneak out from heaven?" Feng Han asked.
Biqing looked at him in horror, took a step back, and dared not answer.
Xuan Yi asked coldly, "What does this have to do with you?"
Feng Han had guessed what had happened when he saw Biqing's expression. He slowed down his tone and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't tell anyone about your sneaking out. The Heaven Realm is so boring, everything is so rigid. You're at an age where you're naturally playful. It would be abnormal if you didn't run away."
He smiled: "But I didn't expect that you ran out to save the world with this little wolf cub."
Seeing that he didn't look like he was going to take her back, Biqing finally calmed down, her heart in her throat.
She paused for a moment, rubbing her sleeves nervously. "I was ambushed and fell from Chengjing Terrace into the demon world. It was Xuanyi who saved me."
Feng Han advised, "Good and bad are interdependent. Don't dwell on the past. Compared to those fleeting things, cherishing the present is the most important thing."
Biqing and Xuanyi looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.
Feng Han found the two young men in front of him quite amusing. He warned them, "Ziteng is too inflexible. If she refuses to hand over the artifact to you, you must not argue with her. Her husband is a smart man. If you get a chance to talk to him, he will definitely help you."
Bi Qing asked, "Senior, why are you so sure her husband will help me?"
Feng Han smiled: "You'll know when you see it." With a wave of his sleeve, a flower carved from stone enlarged in front of the three people: "This is my newly carved treasure, sit on it and feel it."
Biqing and Xuanyi bowed to Fenghan, and then they sat down at the center of the flower. They heard Fenghan say, "Young men, we'll meet again later."
The flower slowly flew up and floated in the air, carrying Xuan Yi and Bi Qing to the deepest part of the Shiwan Mountains.
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