txolops Chapter 75 Feng hope
Chapter 75 Feng hope
Tiandu Street was bustling with people, lined with stalls selling spirits, and filled with the sounds of hawking and bargaining. Han Xiaoliu was leisurely strolling around the street corner, wondering whether he should buy some pastries to cheer up Lu Xueqi.
Suddenly, a divine sense pierced into my sea of consciousness like an ice needle.
It lacked killing intent, yet it was more terrifying than any killing intent—it was the condescending scrutiny of a high-level cultivator, seemingly casual, yet enough to crush the soul barrier of a Core Formation cultivator.
Han Xiaoliu froze, stopped in his tracks, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
He forced himself to remain calm and quietly traced back along that wisp of divine consciousness. He saw a tall, slender figure sitting by the window in a private room on the second floor of a teahouse at the end of the street.
The man wore a silver crown with a dark blue jade bead embedded in it. He wore a long, ink-black robe that reached the ground, with coarse linen woven into the front, yet adorned with lapis lazuli patterns. His shoulder armor was slightly raised like wings, exuding a sense of oppressive power that blended wildness and nobility.
A dark brown leather belt was tied around his waist, from which hung a bone pendant that faintly glowed with blood.
What's most captivating is his face.
His skin was pale and cold, his brow bones were high and prominent, his nose was like a blade, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his amber eyes were half-closed, with a half-smile, as if he could see through every inch of Han Xiaoliu's disguise.
It was none other than Feng hope, the infamous level nine demon of the Chaotic Star Sea!
Han Xiaoliu's heart pounded wildly, cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt, sticking to his back, and even his fingertips trembled.
"It's over... How could it be him?" Only one thought remained in his mind: "A powerful demon at the early Nascent Soul stage! I couldn't even withstand a single feather from him!"
His instinct was to run away, so he turned and buried his head in the crowd—the ostrich tactic was activated!
You can't see me! You can't see me!
But he had only taken half a step!
"Young man, come over here for a chat."
The voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp and intimidating, carrying an undeniable pressure and a faint hint of murderous intent, as if saying, "Don't force me to take action."
The hustle and bustle of the entire street seemed to fall silent instantly.
Han Xiaoliu's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk towards Feng hope, while quickly transmitting his voice: "Bubble! Listen up! If a fight breaks out, you go first and tank the damage! I'll run! But what if I can't escape..."
His voice trembled, "You absolutely must put my body into the storage bag immediately! Leave me with a whole corpse!"
After making his "last wishes," his heart was in turmoil:
Why now?!
Han Li hasn't even returned to the Chaotic Star Sea yet, so why has Feng hope arrived at Kui Xing Island ahead of time?!
So what if you're here? What the hell are you staring at me for?! I didn't steal your Wind and Thunder Wings!
...Although I really want it too.
The shadow of death loomed over him like a dark cloud, heavily shrouding his soul.
Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.
He could even sense a hint of amusement slowly igniting in Feng hope's amber eyes.
Like a cat staring at a struggling mouse under its paws, neither eating it nor letting it go, but waiting for it to exhaust its strength before biting off its throat.
At this moment, Han Xiaoliu finally understood what it meant: below the Nascent Soul stage, all are ants.
On the second floor of a teahouse on Tiandu Street, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and the sea breeze outside the window carried a slightly salty scent.
Feng hope sat upright behind the jade table, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface, making a soft "tap, tap" sound, like a pendulum urging him on. He looked up at Han Xiaoliu, who stood trembling three steps away, and suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"There's a familiar aura about you," he said slowly. "Hmm... is it the Wind Breath Technique?"
Han Xiaoliu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Feng hope has discerning eyes! This junior only has a rudimentary understanding, how dare I show off my limited skills in front of you?"
"You actually recognize me? No wonder you tried to run away when you saw me! ...You're quite interesting, young man...and your aura is quite unique!"
Seeing Han Xiaoliu become even more nervous, Feng hope waved his hand, his tone suddenly softening: "No need to be nervous. I am not here to see you as an enemy."
"What's your name?"
With a flick of his sleeve, a small celadon cup appeared out of thin air on the table, filled with emerald green wine, its fragrance carrying a hint of sweet and fishy taste.
Feng hope tapped his palm, gesturing for Han Xiaoliu to sit down.
"Want to try some? This wine is delicious; it's quite a delicacy."
Han Xiaoliu's eyelids twitched; she couldn't understand what he meant!
But to refuse at this moment would only make one appear guilty.
"Junior Supreme Treasure thanks Senior for your appreciation!"
He gritted his teeth and took it, taking a small sip. He felt a warm spiritual current rush to his dantian, which warmed his body.
He suppressed his surprise and doubt, but put on a smile: "Good wine! ... I also have a good wine that I would like to offer to you for your tasting, senior."
After saying that, he took out a white jade gourd from the innermost layer of his storage belt, and uncorked it—instantly, the fragrance of a hundred flowers filled the air, the glow of the sunset filled the air, and the wine, like morning dew, shimmered with seven-colored light.
"The Hundred Flowers Dew Wine is made by collecting morning dew from a hundred kinds of spiritual flowers and nurturing it with moonlight for a hundred years. Drinking it will clear your mind and enlighten your spirit." He presented it with both hands, his eyes so sincere that they seemed to drip with tears.
A hint of surprise flashed in Feng hope's eyes, then he burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Good lad, you know your stuff!"
He took the jade gourd, tilted his head back and drank it down. His Adam's apple bobbed, and a long-lost sense of comfort appeared on his face.
The two sat facing each other, drinking one cup after another. The aroma of wine mingled with the sea breeze, creating a somewhat surreal feeling of a late-night chat in the martial arts world.
After a few rounds of drinks, Feng hope asked Han Xiaoliu how he, as a human, viewed the struggle between humans and demons.
Slightly tipsy, Han Xiaoliu tentatively asked, "Senior, I've always had an idea... Why must the human race and the demon race fight to the death? The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is inherently unowned. If we can cultivate together and coexist, benefiting each other, wouldn't that be better than killing each other? For example, humans can refine pills to heal the demon race; demons can protect mountains to guard the human race's boundaries... Each taking what they need is the true path."
Feng hope paused, his amber pupils slightly contracting.
He slowly set down his wine glass, his gaze deep: "What you said... coincides with what I thought when I was young." He looked towards the horizon where the sea met the sky, his voice low, "I once wanted to build an 'Island of Ten Thousand Races,' where the Winged Race, the Dragon Race, the Human Race... could all live in peace. Unfortunately... the world only thought I was indulging in wishful thinking."
Han Xiaoliu seized the opportunity and said, "It's not wishful thinking, but rather that there are too few pioneers! If you, senior, are willing to set an example, I am willing to be your vanguard!"
Feng hope gave him a deep look, then suddenly smiled. It was a genuine smile that showed her letting down her guard, and her cold face revealed a touch of gentleness.
"Interesting, truly interesting. If anyone else had said this, I certainly wouldn't have believed it, but since you've said it, I'm willing to believe it!" He stood up, his robes fluttering without wind, the feather patterns on his shoulder armor seeming as if they were about to take flight. "Very well, if you have the chance, come to Qiyuan Island to find me. Mention my name, and someone will lead you to me."
He turned to leave, but then stopped, turned his head to scrutinize Han Xiaoliu, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to dissect his soul.
After a moment, he asked casually, "...Senior Lei Peng, are you alright?"
Han Xiaoliu froze.
really!
Feng hope is here to scout out the location!
The information about Lei Peng must have been leaked from Jiyin Island, which is why he came to Lei Peng's sealed land.
Having just come into contact with Lei Peng, he was now imbued with Lei Peng's aura of thunderous power, which was detected by a powerful demon with keen senses like Feng hope...
In a flash, countless thoughts raced through his mind, but finally, gritting his teeth and remaining expressionless, he said:
"Oh no, but they're still alive."
But in his heart, he silently added:
Senior Lei Peng, I'm sorry! Better to die for a fellow Daoist than for myself! This is an old grudge of your demon race, and I, a mere Core Formation cultivator, cannot afford to get involved!
Upon hearing this, Feng hope's lips slowly curved upwards, a hint of satisfaction and relief flashing in his eyes.
"Alright." He nodded, said no more, and with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of azure wind, disappearing into the horizon in an instant, leaving only a wisp of wine fragrance and a faint aura of thunder in the air.
Han Xiaoliu stood there, drenched in cold sweat, when his empty wine glass fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into dust.
He gazed in the direction Feng hope had left and murmured to himself:
"Qiyuan Island... Cunjin Pavilion..."
"Great benefactor Feng, please don't make me forge the Wind and Thunder Wings for you!"
I'm really scared! I'm afraid I won't be able to escape and will have no choice but to "atone with my death"!
Kuixing Island has become a den of dragons and tigers!
Feng hope appeared on Tiandu Street and revealed that Lei Peng was still alive, which meant that the secret of the sealed land had been exposed.
Han Xiaoliu knew perfectly well that this place was not safe to stay in for long. He had to finish his important business and leave immediately!
He rode the wind at breakneck speed, his clothes fluttering like a startled bird soaring through the sky, never daring to stop, until he reached his lodging!
"We can't wait any longer," he muttered through gritted teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.
The first thing was Yuan Yao.
The woman possessed the rare "Heavenly Yin Body," which allowed her to naturally draw upon the power of the netherworld, and her blood must contain an extremely yin essence.
The blood draw is urgent!
The second step was to target Lei Peng directly.
If the other party still refuses to give him his essence blood, Han Xiaoliu will stop beating around the bush. Feng Xi has already arrived, and death is imminent. If it still refuses to give him a single drop of essence blood, he will have no choice but to forcibly take it. In any case, it is imprisoned by the formation and has no ability to resist. He will simply release bubbles in and openly steal it!
Having made up his mind, he immediately summoned Lu Xueqi.
After a brief discussion, the two immediately finalized their plan!
Han Xiaoliu looked out the window at the thick sea fog and silently recited in his heart:
Why do I always have this feeling that my bottom line has been updated?