The majestic and gloomy palaces have vanished, and golden sunlight shines down from the sky, warming you up. The place is bustling with noise and chatter!
"Candied hawthorns for sale! One coin a skewer, or your money back!"
"Meat buns! Freshly baked meat buns, three for two coins, cheap and affordable!"
"Donkey meat sandwich..."
The street was filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, and the crowds were surging and jostling. Feng Bingwen stood in the middle of the street, looking around. When he saw a familiar storefront, he smiled and lowered his hand that was about to be raised.
Ruyufang
A beautiful woman with her hair tied up in a high bun emerged from a very famous pastry shop in Qingshan County. Upon seeing the young man in the crowd, she smiled.
"Brother Bingwen, it's been a while. Are you craving something to eat today?"
"Sister Wen, there are indeed some things we haven't seen each other about."
Looking at the dignified and charming woman before him, exactly as he remembered, Feng Bingwen stepped forward. He couldn't detect any difference in her spirit, blood, or even her scent.
Besides the same
"Brother, you've come at just the right time."
As Feng Bingwen approached, the beautiful, elegant woman stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into Ruyufang, almost dragging him in.
Everything felt so real. The soft, warm touch on my arm and the delicate, fresh fragrance lingered in my nose. It was beautiful yet slightly unreal, making me unwilling to wake up from this dream.
"My sister's chest feels a little uncomfortable, could you take a look?"
After being dragged into the inner room, the aroma of pastries, dried fruits, candied fruits, and other foods assaulted the nose, making one's mouth water involuntarily. However, when a wave of warm, humid air that made one's ears tingle came to their ears, the temptation completely diverted one's attention from these delicious snacks.
"Um?"
Feng Bingwen seemed not to have reacted yet. He saw the beautiful woman unbutton her outer robe, revealing her slender neck, delicate collarbone, and snow-white skin as smooth as mutton fat jade, all before his eyes, along with a cluster of azaleas blooming on a bright red branch.
"Little brother, rub it for your sister!"
In a tender and ambiguous atmosphere, the beautiful woman, holding Feng Bingwen's hand, was about to lower him towards the towering snow-capped mountain, as if to measure its majestic grandeur. However,
"Enough!"
Feng Bingwen's hand froze in mid-air, as solid as iron, unshakable no matter how hard the beautiful woman tried. His gentle smile vanished, replaced by a cold, hard expression, like a statue in a temple, majestic and solemn.
"Little brother, what's wrong? You don't want to..."
She unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing a beautiful woman with a bright red dress embroidered with peonies. Her dignified demeanor was enhanced by a captivating charm, seemingly possessing endless allure. Seeing that Feng Bingwen remained unmoved, a look of doubt appeared in her beautiful, gentle eyes, which seemed to ripple like water.
Rumble!
Before she could finish speaking, a thunderous roar, like the cry of a dragon, echoed through the sky, and a bolt of white lightning struck down from the heavens, instantly piercing through the house and vaporizing the beautiful woman in front of her, who was half-undressed and seemed to be both resisting and welcoming.
As the woman, who was almost identical to him in his memory, with no difference except for her overly serene demeanor, was erased, everything before his eyes began to change.
The tempting pastries and candied fruits displayed all around disappeared, the houses in front of them began to collapse, and the panicked shouts of pedestrians and vendors seemed to come from outside. It all seemed real.
Feng Bingwen summoned lightning in this densely populated place, but soon, everything in front of him began to shatter, the sounds of ghosts wailing and howling echoed, and the world began to twist and change.
Although the familiar Qingshan County was shattered, the continuous palaces of the Ghost King Palace still did not appear. Everything in front of them turned into darkness, and even the direction was difficult to discern.
At this moment, the darkness changed again, as if a dye house had exploded, with all sorts of colors spreading and intertwining, seemingly about to evolve into a scene familiar to Feng Bingwen.
"A ghostly trick!"
Seeing this, Feng Bingwen let out a cold shout, having lost his patience. This Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts was indeed extraordinary; the illusions created by the ghosts that emerged from it were almost flawless.
Color, smell, texture... Even knowing it was all fake, it was no different from the real thing. Unfortunately, the fake was still fake. His memory was not clouded, and his consciousness did not sink.
Zhan Tai Siyu also created illusions based on his unintentional thoughts, but he no longer had the patience to watch them. They were all the same and there was no need to waste his time.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, hundreds of incandescent lightning bolts erupted from his body, without any specific target, simply bombarding indiscriminately in all directions.
Feng Bingwen did not see through the illusion, but it didn't matter. The junior trained by the Ghost King was only in a square about a thousand feet in diameter. The area was that small. He could just use his lightning magic to bombard the whole area.
No matter how realistic the illusion is, it is still just a fantasy. Even if it can deceive his five senses, it is still destined to be destroyed under the extremely strong and yang thunder.
Although his mastery of thunder magic was not profound, but rather derived from the innate divine power of dragons controlling clouds and rain and thunder, it was enhanced by the immortal spiritual energy he cultivated, making its power not weak, and even somewhat beyond its limits.
Thus, after he had exhausted only one or two tenths of his spiritual energy, the pitch-black illusion before him shattered completely, and the majestic and chilling palace reappeared.
Following that was Zhan Tai Siyu, who looked three parts human and seven parts ghost, with a ferocious face. His nearly ten-foot-tall body was trembling, the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade picture on his back had disappeared without a trace, and a trace of black blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, making him look particularly miserable.
Within this palace square, spanning thousands of feet in circumference, arcs of lightning flashed. The evil and malevolent energy within had long been dispelled, but the pure and masculine power remained.
"Your magical power is truly formidable; you actually managed to break my extraordinary phenomenon using such a method!"
Although the phenomenon was destroyed and Zhan Tai Siyu suffered a backlash, he was not discouraged; on the contrary, his fighting spirit was even higher. He felt that victory was within his grasp.
"But how much mana do you have left?"
Indeed, lightning magic is the most powerful among magics of the same level. The only thing that can rival it is sword cultivators who also pursue killing. And the power of lightning magic is directly proportional to its consumption.
Even if a low-level cultivator is exceptionally talented and masters lightning magic ahead of time, they cannot use it as a regular spell. They can only use it as a last resort. Often, when they unleash a single lightning strike, all their magical power will be depleted.
Zhan Tai Siyu admitted that the young prodigy whom his aunt had found from who-knows-where was indeed powerful, even he himself was ashamed of his inferiority. However, even a prodigy from a major sect would have exhausted his power by unleashing lightning of this scale.
"Enough!"
Feng Bingwen scanned his dantian with his spiritual sense. It was filled with swirling clouds and auspicious energy, with the five elements flowing endlessly. The energy consumed by the lightning technique he had just used was almost fully recovered.
"Oh!"
Zhan Tai Siyu sneered. The backlash from the forced shattering of the strange phenomenon made him feel very uncomfortable, but even though he was seriously injured, he still had the strength to fight.
He felt that Feng Bingwen was in a similar state to him. Although he seemed unharmed and carefree, his true essence and magical power were empty, and he was just putting on an act.
Blood Burning Technique!
Dragon Demon Battle Body!
Blazing blood flames burned on the demon with sharp horns on its forehead and black scales on its body. Its broken and dilapidated aura instantly improved, and it recovered to its peak state, becoming even stronger.
"Let's see how long you can hold out?"
Zhan Tai Siyu reached behind his neck, and something popped out from his spine. He grabbed it and pulled hard. With a tooth-grinding chafing of bones, a bone sword burning with raging flames was pulled out of his cervical spine.
"This is truly hell!"
Seeing the ferocious ghost opposite him, whose human form was barely recognizable, pull a bone sword from its spine, Feng Bingwen's eyes twitched. Although he had seen many demons and monsters, none of them were as ferocious as this guy.
Just as Feng Bingwen was mentally complaining, Zhan Tai Siyu, who had transformed into a dragon demon, was already wielding a bone sword burning with flames. He rushed in front of Feng Bingwen and brought it down on his head. With a loud crackling sound, immense force was contained within it, as if he wanted to smash Feng Bingwen into a pile of flesh and bone fragments.
Faced with Zhan Tai Siyu's second attempt at close combat, Feng Bingwen moved his hand, imbuing it with immortal spiritual energy, intending to slap the guy away again.
However, he then remembered the Ghost King's request to curb the arrogant and unruly attitude of this junior. But look at this guy, he had just crushed the strange phenomenon with overwhelming force, yet he was still full of confidence.
If he were to slap him again and send him flying, it probably wouldn't have the desired effect. To truly damage his mentality, he would need to crush him in his area of expertise.
In the blink of an eye, a crimson light flashed in Feng Bingwen's hand, and a halberd covered in scales and with divine patterns manifesting on its blade appeared in his hand. At the joint of the divination blade, an iron chain hung down.
clang!
Without any skill or tactic, Feng Bingwen gripped his halberd and blocked the bone sword that seemed poised to topple a mountain, then gently pushed it away.
"you……"
Just as Zhan Tai Siyu was surprised by Feng Bingwen's strong physique, he took five steps back. With each step, a faint light flashed under his feet. If it weren't for the array protecting this square, these five steps would have created five large pits.
Feng Bingwen had no intention of exchanging any more words with this guy. He grabbed the halberd, which weighed a full 7,200 jin, with one arm and swung it down with pure force.
He had never practiced any body-refining techniques, but he had obtained a dragon pearl when he was seven years old. The dragon pearl entered his abdomen and nourished his body. Not to mention this guy who practiced the ghostly body-refining technique, even if a real dragon came, he could fight it with his body without being at a disadvantage if they were of the same level.
Meanwhile, the Ghost King, watching this battle with no suspense, had a glint in his eyes. When he saw Feng Bingwen suppressing his nephew with sheer power, he couldn't help but turn his head slightly and give an order to someone nearby.
"Go, investigate this sage's background!"
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