"Master, are we just going to let this go?"
Once outside, Luo Wuchen said with a bitter expression.
He was just hit by Aunt Bai, and he was seriously injured.
Feng Wuhen transferred a trace of his internal energy, which eased his disciple's expression somewhat.
He thought for a moment and said, "To obtain the resentment, we need the golden pipe. I wonder who this beast gave the golden pipe to?"
"Isn't it in the hands of the Nine-Tailed Fox?" Luo Wuchen asked, puzzled.
Feng Wuhen shook his head. "I know this woman's temperament. Foxes are cunning and like to have multiple burrows. They won't put all their eggs in one basket. Besides, I sensed her just now, and there was no trace of the Golden Smoke Pouch among the Half-Step-Mores!"
"Then who will she hand over to?" Luo Wuchen frowned.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and said, "This woman is closest to that bastard, she will definitely give the golden pipe to that bastard! But the bastard is not in China now, maybe she will temporarily entrust it to someone close to the bastard for safekeeping!"
"The person who is related to that little bastard...you mean..." Feng Wuhen's eyes gradually brightened.
Luo Wuchen nodded emphatically, confirming his idea, "That's right, Master, if I'm not mistaken, the golden pipe is most likely in the hands of the Divine Blood!"
"Hmm, your thoughts coincide with mine. The Divine Blood is the guardian of the Human Emperor's bloodline. Only they will fully support the Human Emperor. Perhaps the Golden Tobacco Pouch is in their hands. I'll go and investigate the Divine Blood right now!"
Feng Wuhen sneered and said, "Speaking of which, it's been many years since I've had any dealings with the people of the Divine Blood. Now that I'm ashore, it's a good time to visit some old friends!"
As he spoke, a cold, piercing light flashed in his eyes.
Now that Feng Li is dead, who in the entire Divine Blood Sect can be his opponent?
Ji Wuhen?
Someone who even has the same name as me is just a defeated opponent. What right does he have to take me seriously?
Going to the Divine Blood Temple is no different from strolling through a back garden.
"Master, why don't we set off now?" Luo Wuchen said excitedly.
Feng Wuhen waved his hand, "I have another task for you!"
"Master, what task do you have for your disciple?" Luo Wuchen asked, his face full of surprise.
Feng Wuhen narrowed his eyes and said, "Although that little bastard has left China, there are still some hidden immortals in this China secret realm. Before I absorb the resentment, I cannot enter immortality for the time being, so I have to be wary of them. If this woman can cooperate with me, I can roam freely throughout China without any worries!"
“Master, is your worry unnecessary? Those guys would suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao if they made a move, how could they dare?” Luo Wuchen said with a frown.
"What do you know!" Gu Wuhen snapped. "When I obtain the Golden Tobacco Pouch and attempt to break the Half-Step Seal, they will not stand idly by. Even at the risk of backlash, they will do everything in their power to stop me! I must gain this woman's support! Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Master!" Luo Wuchen nodded timidly and quickly agreed.
Afterwards, the master and apprentice went their separate ways.
Luo Wuchen traveled south.
Feng Wuhen rushed to the Divine Blood at top speed.
Feng Wuhen had already reached the Xuan Realm and comprehended the Wuji, and soon arrived in Yandu.
The garden within a garden, though hidden within the Summer Palace's array, holds no secrets from Feng Wuhen.
With a wave of his hand, the formation shattered with a loud bang, and the gate to the Divine Blood was also smashed to pieces.
"Who goes there, daring to trespass on my Divine Blood territory!"
Several juniors guarding the formation immediately rushed over.
"Heh, so many years have passed, and the Divine Bloodline has really declined. They've only sent a few greenhorns to guard the gate. Is there no one else available?"
brush!
With a wave of his hand, Feng Wuhen unleashed a gust of black wind, and a junior immediately collapsed to the ground, convulsing. His body was emitting black smoke, and in a short while, his entire body seemed to have been corroded by acid, leaving only a blackened skeleton.
"Ah, a ghost!"
"Quickly, go and report to Grandpa Ji!"
The younger generation all ran towards the garden.
Feng Wuhen sneered, took a slow step, and entered the garden within the garden.
"Grandpa Ji, something terrible has happened! A person covered in black mist has broken in!"
Under the banyan tree.
Ji Wuhen was playing chess when a group of younger people rushed in.
Before Ji Wuhen could speak, a black whirlwind drifted in, and Feng Wuhen's figure slowly appeared in the whirlwind.
"Feng Wuhen, you are a senior figure, yet you attack a junior. Isn't that a loss of face?"
brush!
Ji Wuhen suddenly threw a chess piece over.
Bang!
The white jade chess piece suddenly shattered upon contact with the black wind.
After the attack, the whirlwind gradually disappeared, and Feng Wuhen stood in place with a cold smile.
"So many years have passed, and your divine bloodline has become increasingly ineffective. Along this journey, we haven't seen a single decent junior. It seems you may not survive this calamity!" Feng Wuhen said with a mocking expression.
Ji Wuhen remained unfazed, simply saying, "Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good. Our divine blood represents the orthodox and righteous spirit of the human race. How can someone of mixed blood comment on us! You should worry about yourself!"
"What did you say? Dare to say it again!"
Feng Wuhen's face was extremely ugly.
At his level, he rarely gets provoked, even if the person in front of him is the Lord of Divine Blood!
However, the words "mixed blood" were a sore spot for him.
His surname is Feng, and he also comes from divine blood; he is a collateral branch of the Feng family.
However, his father had an affair with a demon beast while drunk, and that's how he was born!
Therefore, he was ostracized by the children of the divine bloodline from a young age, which led him to harbor deep hatred.
His long-term darkness and perversity altered his development, naturally leading him astray.
His lifelong goal was to destroy the divine blood and everything that had brought him humiliation.
Before, when Feng Li was still alive and Ao Shuang was still around, he was still somewhat afraid of the Divine Blood. Now, one of them is dead and the other has gone to the Ruins of Return.
This Ji Wuhen is nothing but a defeated opponent, yet he dares to mock me; it is truly intolerable.
"Ji Wuhen, you are nothing but my defeated opponent. What right do you have to swagger in front of me? If it weren't for Ao Shuang's superiority over me back then, I would have slaughtered your entire Divine Bloodline long ago. Today, I can kill you as easily as slaughtering a dog!"
Bang!
Feng Wuhen erupted instantly, and an invisible field instantly enveloped the entire garden within a garden.
The Divine Blood Clan members in the garden, sensing this terrifying aura, instantly collapsed to the ground, as if a calamity had befallen them!
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