The man collapsed to the ground instantly and fell silent.
The bloody scene shocked everyone, and the scene fell silent.
The city lord coldly surveyed the crowd and shouted, "Quiet down, all of you!"
No one dared to speak; they stood there like quails.
He then ordered the city lord's mansion to be on full alert, and turned and strode quickly toward his study, slamming the door shut behind him.
Inside the study, the dim candlelight flickered.
The city lord sat on a large mahogany chair, his hands clenched tightly, veins bulging.
The ancient books and densely packed runes spread out on the table seemed so powerless at this moment.
At the same time, Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei also witnessed all of this.
The two stood by the window. Xiao Feng's face was full of curiosity and doubt, while Zhao Yuwei's brows were furrowed and her expression was solemn.
Xiao Feng couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What on earth happened? Why does it feel like the entire City Lord's Mansion has gone mad?"
Zhao Yuwei stared at the strange red clouds in the sky and slowly said, "I have never seen these red clouds before. They look like they are formed from condensed resentment."
"Resentment?" Xiao Feng frowned and asked, "How could it be resentment?"
Zhao Yuwei took a deep breath and continued, "Ever since entering the City Lord's Mansion, I've felt something strange about everything. Although the City Lord has a beard, his face looks very young, and the beard looks like it was deliberately pasted on. And then there's the City Lord's daughter, Feng'er. What kind of daughter would want to kill her own father? Plus that red figure from before, there must be some secret hidden here that we don't know about."
After listening, Xiao Feng nodded thoughtfully.
His gaze swept over the panicked crowd outside the window, then settled on the eerie red cloud.
“It seems,” he said softly, “we need to investigate the secrets of this city lord’s mansion thoroughly.”
Just as the two were discussing, Zhao Yuwei suddenly vomited blood again.
Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining her clothes red.
Zhao Yuwei staggered back a few steps, clutching her chest tightly with both hands, her face full of pain.
"Cough cough... I feel that the spiritual energy in my body is in complete chaos, as if it's about to explode!"
Zhao Yuwei said with difficulty, her voice filled with pain.
Her body began to tremble violently, and purple spiritual energy could be faintly seen flowing wildly beneath her skin, as if it were about to tear her flesh apart.
Xiao Feng was startled upon seeing this.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Oh no! Could there be something wrong with the pills that Feng'er brought?"
He was secretly annoyed, but at the same time quickly realized the urgency of the situation.
"Yuwei, hold on!" Xiao Feng shouted and immediately stepped forward to support the swaying Zhao Yuwei.
He formed hand seals, and his immortal power surged within him, pouring into Zhao Yuwei's body like a tidal wave.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xiao Feng's forehead as he focused intently on controlling the flow of his immortal power to stabilize Zhao Yuwei's chaotic spiritual energy.
With the infusion of Xiao Feng's immortal power, the violent spiritual energy within Zhao Yuwei's body gradually subsided.
Her breathing gradually calmed down, and her complexion improved slightly.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows remained furrowed.
After calming Zhao Yuwei down, Xiao Feng turned to Sima Yan beside him and said, "I'll go find Feng'er and ask him what exactly happened."
After saying that, Xiao Feng got up and strode towards Feng'er's room.
His fist clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white. He thought to himself, "Feng'er, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
Inside the study deep within the city lord's mansion, the heavy sandalwood doors were tightly shut, isolating the outside world from the noise.
A faint scent of sandalwood filled the room, complementing the antique calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.
A bronze oil lamp burned quietly in the corner.
Feng'er stood in front of the desk, her gaze as sharp as a sword fixed on the city lord sitting in the chair.
Her eyes were icy cold, as if she could see right through the person opposite her.
Feng'er took a deep breath, her voice filled with suppressed anger: "There's no need to pretend in front of me anymore."
Her fingers trembled slightly, her nails dug deep into her palms, and her eyes held a suppressed hatred.
Upon hearing this, the city lord remained silent for a moment.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching the wrinkles on his face.
As he moved, his seemingly aged skin peeled off like a snake shedding its skin.
He gently plucked the beard from his face, revealing a youthful face that belied his status.
This scene was extremely bizarre, as if an old man had suddenly become young again.
The city lord's true face carried a hint of evil, and his eyes gleamed with an unfathomable light.
"Release those you captured and threw into the furnace."
As she said this, a hint of pity flashed in Feng'er's eyes.
She recalled the terrified eyes of those innocent people, and could almost hear their desperate cries echoing in her ears again.
The inner torment made her voice tremble slightly, but her tone became even more resolute.
However, the city lord shook his head without hesitation, a crazy smile appearing on his face: "Impossible! Only by constantly throwing people into the alchemy furnace can we suppress what's inside."
Upon hearing this, the wind instantly erupted with emotion.
She slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, angrily rebuking, "You are completely wrong! The furnace was suppressing a divine dragon, the one that originally guarded the East Sea. You extracted the dragon's tendons, replaced them with your own mortal body, gained supreme life and magical power, and even used the dragon's scales in medicine in the pursuit of immortality."
"That divine dragon guarded the East Sea for a thousand years, maintaining peace throughout the four seas. It should be revered by all people, yet you have desecrated it like this!"
As she said this, a hint of pain flashed in Feng'er's eyes, especially when she looked at the person in front of her.
Her fists were clenched, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
Feng'er continued her accusations, her voice trembling: "How could the Dragon Soul let you go? You even suppressed it in the Qiankun Furnace, sacrificing the flesh and blood of the living to the formation. If this continues, Mo Yuan City will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later."
"Do you know how much suffering those innocent lives endured? Their cries of agony never ceased day or night, their wronged souls roamed the city. You have become a complete demon!"
Upon hearing this, a hint of impatience flashed in the city lord's eyes.
He sneered and retorted, "I searched for the dragon for its heart, to cure your illness. Now I've killed the dragon, cured you, and even found Xiao Feng, who seemed familiar to me before. Why are you still not satisfied?"
The city lord stood up, walked to Feng'er, and reached out to touch her face.
My wind, can't you see my love for you?
The wind dodged away in disgust, its eyes filled with contempt.
"Is this what you call love? Trading the lives of innocent people for my health? You've gone mad!"
The city lord's face instantly darkened, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
He said coldly, "This matter will be over soon. As long as you cooperate and marry Xiao Feng, I will drain the immortal power from Xiao Feng on our wedding night. I will use this immortal power to fight the dragon and make it disappear completely."
His tone was as if he were describing something completely ordinary.
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