594 Same odor
After observing for a period of time, the Fire Ancestor naturally saw through Yan Feilai's background. He came from a poor family and had never enjoyed the pleasures of the world. Now, he was indulging himself so much, which made him a kindred spirit. The Fire Ancestor could see the desires and struggles in Yan Feilai's heart.
Cautiously, they subtly probed Yan Feilai's resolve with the allure of immortality.
Sure enough, no one can resist the allure of immortality, and Yan Feilai is no exception. With immortality before him, the pursuit of that elusive dream of eternal life seems real.
Yan Feilai was not completely blinded by greed. Immortality is not something that can be achieved easily; it requires a huge price and a great deal of effort.
Moreover, he was aware of the evil matters, but without the guidance of elders, he learned everything by himself through research and investigation. He was very cautious, and in his youth, he was arrogant and looked down on everyone.
Now that Huo Lieyang has a clear path ahead and a proven way to go, he doesn't want to choose when faced with life and death.
Even if we can't live forever, we should at least live a few more years.
The two were birds of a feather, so they naturally stood on the same side.
Yan Feilai began to enjoy unprecedented treatment. He could freely enjoy the beauties and delicacies of the Huo family.
On one hand, the lives and deaths of people in the mine are being accelerated by human intervention.
A disabled person, thrown into a deep pit, will naturally disappear.
After the Holy Emperor disappeared, the mysterious disappearances of miners became even more frequent. What to do when there's a shortage of people?
In Yanzhou, where control is strict and ordinary people cannot escape, the Huo family even began to rob and plunder everywhere for the sake of people.
The God in his heart, the God who offered him the temptation of immortality, the God who allowed him to be young again and have a second chance at life, has been responding more and more strongly lately. He has unknowingly felt himself getting closer and closer to the state of immortality.
He became younger, stronger, and more energetic, as if he had returned to his prime. This change made him even more certain that he was right. He felt incredibly satisfied and happy, as if he had achieved his dream of immortality.
In a daze, he vaguely remembered hearing that some sect elders had mysteriously disappeared without breaking through to the next level, but had lived for a very long time, with a lifespan of nearly a thousand years.
Suddenly, a realization dawned on him: five hundred years of life is not enough to kill a martial artist; one must cultivate immortality and reach the level of a Martial Emperor to achieve that.
A life spanning a thousand years is a realm that only Emperor Wu could achieve.
King Wu, King Wu, at most lived for two hundred years, and that required being free from illness, disaster, and other accidents.
Ordinary martial artists, who train hard, are short-lived and cannot live past thirty.
Those who lack wealth, the more they cultivate, the shorter their lives will be; this is truly true of Fu Wu.
In the midst of a life of hedonism and decadence, the chance to be young again is so precious and so easily attainable. Talent and natural gifts take a backseat; all that matters is pleasing the gods.
Yan Feilai grew increasingly greedy, enjoying the service of the beautiful women while eyeing the people in the mine, his mouth watering more and more.
He couldn't help but feel jealous of Huo Lieyang, who ate far more than him to remain so young! A thought of seizing power would inevitably arise in his mind during the dead of night.
He quickly restrained his greed, because if something went wrong, Huo Lieyang would still be needed as a scapegoat.
They couldn't help but use the name of the Fire Spirit Cult to privately urge the Fire family to mine more minerals.
The more resources are extracted, the more people are needed, and the more people there are, the more people will disappear.
Mining inevitably leads to death, and for him, this statement seemed like a perfectly reasonable excuse in pursuit of immortality.
Tonight, Yan Feilai is enjoying the company of beautiful women in his mansion, being fed fine wine and delicacies. The century-old tortoise was one that Yan Feilai specially went outside to catch himself.
There was also beef, chives, and other food. There were as many as ten simply dressed maids serving him, along with dozens of servants, carefully attending to Yan Feilai, who was becoming increasingly young, capricious, and prone to tearing apart his servants.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered Yan Fei's enjoyment.
A beautiful woman, startled, accidentally dropped her tableware, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. She immediately begged for forgiveness, "Master, please forgive me! Master, please forgive me! I didn't mean to! Please have mercy!"
Yan Feilai was startled. Normally he would have given them a good talking-to, but at this moment he had no time for such things and immediately looked warily in the direction from which the sound came.
Thinking of Huo Lieyang's youthful appearance, he felt inexplicably jealous and wanted to kill him.
But I immediately banished that thought from my mind!
He thought to himself that whether Yan Feilai was acting out of personal interest or the interests of the Fire Spirit Sect, Huo Lieyang needed to live. Firstly, he needed to take the blame, and secondly, the Fire Spirit Sect was an entity he could not currently resist.
Unless I break through again.
I couldn't help but think of the vice leader of the Fire Spirit Cult, with her beautiful appearance and slender figure, like a blooming holy fire lotus, and so young.
His eyes held a long-held yearning, and he thought to himself, 'If I were a Martial Emperor, I would pursue her; if I were a Martial Sovereign, I could simply take her.'
From a distance, the sounds of even more intense fighting could be heard, and flames rose everywhere, spreading rapidly in no time.
Yan Feilai knew that whether it was out of personal grudges or a mission from the Fire Spirit Cult, he would inevitably have to go through with it.
Looking at his full head of black hair, he flew across the sky like a rainbow on his sword, appearing like an immortal. His white hair had turned black, and he was truly living a life of great joy.
As soon as they approached the city, they started by bringing up the Fire Spirit Sect to intimidate people. They said that the Fire Spirit Sect was in their territory and no one dared to invade. They would first try to intimidate them and then use force to test their strength.
As I've grown younger, I've come to cherish my life more and don't want to take unnecessary risks. This was true before, and it's even more so now.
Winning without fighting is the best thing in my mind, and my morale is instantly boosted!
With overwhelming momentum, like a tiger descending the mountain, carrying the force of dark clouds pressing down, its fierce and stormy aura instantly swept across the entire night sky, its body as red as fire.
Its overwhelming momentum stirred up a storm around it, shaking the earth and mountains as if to scare away the enemy.
Upon seeing a man blocking his path with a thick-backed knife, the knife was heavy, sharp, and gleaming with a cold light, clearly a rare and excellent weapon, and a chill ran through him.
He thought to himself, 'This is bad; I've probably met my match tonight.'
Holding a newly forged thick-backed sword, Zhang Dazhuang rose into the air with imposing momentum.
The thick-backed knife has been reforged, with the addition of refined gold and wind spirit stones. The blade has become even more agile and nimble, easy to handle, and incredibly sharp, its cold light flashing as if it could cut through the air.
Zhang Dazhuang raised his head and roared, his voice echoing across the surrounding area. His hand gripping the hilt of his knife showed his strong determination and power to fight quickly.
Zhang Dazhuang then spoke first, his voice like the tolling of a morning bell, carrying throughout the entire Yansha Prefecture, 'You villains, surrender now!'
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