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"Instead of discovering me first and then finding Devouring Hell?"
Zhu Zhao nodded in confirmation: "That's right. The information revealed by Donghuang Taiyi only concerns Devouring Prison and doesn't mention you at all."
Upon hearing this reply, Han Feng's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up.
“Since he once guided you here by using the method of calculating the Devouring Prison, he will surely be able to locate it again in the future. In that case, our efforts to hide will be in vain.”
Upon hearing this, Zhuzhao and Youying realized that Devouring Prison was like a tracking mark for them, bringing great risks.
“I had overlooked this.” Youying stood up, reached out to Shiyu, and said resolutely, “Your strength is still weak and you need time to grow. I will abandon him to buy you more time…”
"Wait!" Han Feng urged, a sudden inspiration striking him, before he fell into deep thought. After a moment, he clapped his hands and laughed, looking approvingly at the bewildered You Ying: "A four-birds-with-one-stone strategy, brilliant!"
"What do you mean?" Youying pointed to herself, her face full of astonishment.
Han Feng gladly explained: "Abandoning the Devouring Prison is indeed a good strategy. Firstly, this move can cause the Yin-Yang School to lose clues about our exact location, as shown in the last Devouring Prison incident; secondly, although the Devouring Prison is an object, it has life and can grow stronger on its own. Its power comes from the essence and spirit of devouring living beings. The more it hunts, the stronger it becomes."
If we were to personally guide its growth, it would inevitably attract numerous self-proclaimed righteous individuals who would hunt us down, placing us in grave danger. Conversely, by allowing the Devouring Prison to roam freely, with others fighting amongst themselves for it, we can not only provide it with a continuous supply of prey, helping it grow rapidly, but also avoid becoming the target of everyone's attacks, remaining safely aloof and reaping the benefits of its energy.
Zhu Zhao carefully considered Han Feng's words and finally nodded in agreement: "This plan is indeed feasible and has a high chance of success. Swordsmen cherish their swords as if they were their own lives. Once the Devouring Prison reveals its extraordinary abilities, they will definitely fight tooth and nail to seize it. In this way, the Devouring Prison will move between different sword wielders, constantly changing its location, making it easier to confuse the Yin Yang School's pursuit of us."
Youying looked down at the still-naive Han Feng and asked, "You intend to abandon Devouring Prison, divert attention, and even have others risk their lives to cultivate Devouring Prison for you. Aren't you afraid that it will become too powerful in the future and you won't be able to take it back under your control?"
"You can rest assured about that." Han Feng smiled mysteriously, revealing a little information, "Just like the two of you, Devouring Prison is closely connected to me, and no one can take it away."
Upon hearing this, You Ying snorted angrily. To this day, she still harbored resentment over being forced to sign a master-slave life-or-death contract with Han Feng.
"I'm leaving!" You Ying said no more. Holding the Devouring Prison Sword in one hand, she used the Yin Yang School's unparalleled lightness skill to instantly transform into a hazy black shadow and disappear from Han Feng's sight.
"The Yin-Yang School's lightness skill is truly astonishing! They come without a trace and go without a trace, their speed is extremely fast, and they are completely silent," Han Feng couldn't help but exclaim.
"The price is high," Zhu Zhao sighed softly, then continued, "Since ancient times, no one in the Yin-Yang School has ever lived past twenty years."
301. When the soul perishes, life ends.
"The first priority of the newly appointed Lesser Master of Fate is to personally end the life of the previous Lesser Master of Fate. After that, their cultivation method is even more unique. Instead of using Qi to cultivate strength, they use their soul to exchange for Qi. When the soul is destroyed, life ends."
"So the reason why Shao Siming is both beautiful and powerful, and eternally youthful, is because she risked her life." Han Feng smiled and gently patted Zhu Zhao's soft shoulder. "Now, you should be glad that you have made a Six Paths Life and Death Contract with me and become my Six Paths Soul Spirits. As long as I live, you will be able to maintain your youth forever and will not be limited to a lifespan of twenty years."
“Even if we hadn’t become your Six Paths Soul Spirits, we might still have survived.” Zhu Zhao smiled calmly and explained, “If our cultivation speed is fast enough and we reach the peak of our cultivation, we can also defy fate and prolong our lives by relying on the power of our twin pupils.”
“But I suspect you don’t have enough time to reach that level,” Han Feng retorted, his tone firm.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhao remained silent for a long while before nodding slightly: "You are right. Reaching that level requires a long period of time, and the new Junior Master of Fate may not give us enough time."
"So, making the Six Paths Master-Slave Contract with me actually saved your lives. You should be grateful to me." Han Feng looked out the window and teased, "Tell You Ying to treat me better, after all, I am her savior."
Zhu Zhao gazed at Han Feng, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slightly:
"From now on, you will be the sole master of my sister and me."
As dusk falls, the sun begins to set in the west.
The lush green wild grasses along the roadside, swaying in the twilight breeze, resembled the rolling waves of a vast ocean, rising and falling endlessly.
A robust young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat walked steadily on the yellow earth path.
In his left hand, missing a section of his index finger, he tightly gripped an unsheathed iron sword. The cloth strip wrapped around the hilt had become smooth as a mirror from years of handling, its original appearance long since blurred and unrecognizable.
Clad in a mottled, gray-brown swordsman's uniform, covered in dust and patches, he revealed a life of hardship. He slightly raised his head, gazing at the city gate ahead.
His weathered face, hidden in the shadow of a bamboo hat, was revealed.
A deep, slanted line ran diagonally from his left cheek to his brow, adding a touch of fierceness to his face.
Especially those dim and ambiguous eyes, as cold and ruthless as a lone wolf.
"Li Zhenghao, I, Ji, am returning!"
“Thirteen years ago, you relied on your power to frame my parents, plunder my family property, and seize my wife and daughters. Afterwards, you tried to kill me.”
"I am fortunate to have survived by the skin of my teeth."
"Over the years, I have changed my name and traveled incognito, enduring humiliation and hardship, practicing martial arts day and night, just so that I can personally kill my enemies."
"Are you ready to die today?"
The face hidden beneath the tattered cloak remained as indifferent as ever, seemingly unmoved.
However, those eyes grew increasingly sharp, filled with a bloodthirsty intent.
As he strode forward with firm steps, the outline of the city gate became clearer and clearer. When he reached an old tree with twisted branches, he suddenly stopped.
"It contains sword intent, though faint, it is extremely ruthless."
Ji Fei tilted his head slightly, turning to the right as he perceived it.
A gentle evening breeze rustled through the grass and trees.
A flat, grayish-brown boulder, hidden in the grass, appears and disappears among the blades of grass. A crimson light flickers erratically along the edge of the stone's surface, close to the ground.
In the distance, birdsong rose and fell, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
302. The Terrifying Blood Jade Sword
Only this place was eerily silent; no insects chirped, no birds sang. The stillness was almost unsettling, as if the insects and birds, driven by some instinctive fear,...
They would avoid it at all costs.
Ji Fei's vigilance rose sharply. He moved to the roadside, carefully held his sword in his left hand, and gently parted the grass.
I looked down and examined that crimson stain.
"The hilt?"
After a thorough investigation.
Ji Fei was certain that the faint, fierce sword intent he sensed originated from the enormous sword hilt before him.
"This sword hilt alone carries such a strong killing intent."
"The body of this sword..."
This is my thoughts.
Ji Fei looked around again, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he knelt down and firmly gripped the hilt of the red greatsword with his calloused, rough right hand.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
With his right hand straining, he forcefully drew his sword.
The grotesque blade, as if carved from blood jade, slowly broke free from the gray-brown stone. The blade rubbed against the stone, producing a low, cutting sound.
"What a sharp sword!" Ji Fei secretly praised.
It is not only extremely sharp, but also hard in texture.
As the crimson sword blade became fully revealed...
The faint, fierce sword intent suddenly surged, as if a terrifying beast that had been dormant for a long time was opening its blood-red eyes, revealing its chilling claws and fangs.
The menacing aura emanating from within him sent a chill down Ji Fei's spine.
He held the sword horizontally across his chest with his right hand, examining it closely and pondering its meaning. The broad, powerful, and narrow, sharp blade of the blood jade sword was like a top-tier work of art.
The sword is covered with intricate blood-red veins of varying thickness.
Just like the network of blood vessels flowing in the human body.
The sharp secondary blades attached to both sides of the main blade resemble the fangs of a demonic beast, their sharpness fully exposed. Once they pierce the skin, they will surely tear open a larger wound.
They even tore off bloody flesh.
"It is indeed a vicious sword. Just when I was seeking revenge, I unexpectedly obtained such a divine weapon. It seems that even the heavens are helping me on my path of vengeance."
An irrepressible smile appeared on that face etched with the marks of time and hardship.
"This sword is rather large and somewhat heavy."
"However, it can still be used freely."
With a few casual swings, Ji Fei felt even more satisfied.
With his right hand behind him, he got up, left the bushes, returned to the main road, and strode straight toward the city gate at the end of his sight.
now.
Dozens of steps away, among the lush branches of an ancient, vigorous tree...
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A stunningly beautiful woman, her face veiled in black, wearing a tight black mini-skirt and black over-the-knee boots, stood quietly atop a branch, looking down at everything that had just happened.
·· ········Requesting flowers·· ·
She was as still as a statue, with a serene expression, like a fairy descended to earth, surrounded by an extraordinary and otherworldly aura.
Her long, jet-black hair was like a waterfall, incredibly smooth.
A gentle breeze blows, and strands of hair flutter lightly on both sides of the face, like thousands of graceful ribbons dancing, exuding an ethereal and elegant beauty.
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