Su Fei Finally found a military tent where debris was piled.
This military tent is unoccupied and few people come here. It is a good place for interrogation.
The tent curtain was opened casually by Su Fei, and a cool night breeze blew in, carrying the smell of hay inside the tent. The military tent was not big, and the furnishings inside were minimal. There was a layer of dry straw on the ground, and some sundries piled in the corners.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
After entering the military tent, Su Fei raised his wrist and threw Dugu Fengming to the ground with a muffled "dong" sound.
Dugu Fengming The wound on his chest was in severe pain, and he couldn't help but groan. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His face, which was originally as pale as paper, was even more bloodless at this moment.
Su Fei raised his hand and lowered the curtain, cutting off all sounds from the outside world, and the tent instantly fell into perfect silence.
Su Fei walked to the wooden table, casually pulled up a low stool and sat down.
Su Fei looked at Dugu Fengming who looked like a dead dog in front of him, and played with Cold Snow Saber carelessly in his hands.
This scimitar, which was tempered by thousands of years of ice, is still as white as snow, but the cold air on the blade has long since dissipated, and it has lost its previous sharp power.
His fingers lightly traced the cold blade, feeling the charm contained in this magical weapon. His eyes were calm, and his gaze fell on Dugu Fengming, who was like a dead dog on the ground. He did not speak, but there was a strong sense of oppression, which made the atmosphere in the entire military tent become solemn.
Cold Snow Saber was flipping around in his hands. Under the dim light, in Dugu Fengming's eyes, Su Fei's face flickered, making Su Fei appear more and more unfathomable.
Dugu Fengming was struggling on the ground. The severe pain in his chest made his whole body twitch. He gritted his teeth and used all the remaining strength in his body to push himself up and half-sit on the straw. Then he gasped for air. His forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped on the straw.
Dugu Fengming raised his eyes to look at Su Fei, and his eyes fell on Cold Snow Saber in Su Fei's hand.
Complex meanings flashed through his eyes, including unwillingness, nostalgia, and a hint of imperceptible pleading. He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
"Su Fei This Cold Snow Saber is a treasure given to me by my master, and it is also the basis for my cultivation. Can you return it to me?"
There was a hint of humility in his tone, and he no longer had the arrogance and pride of the strong Celestial Person Realm Ninth Level in the past. At this moment, he was seriously injured and captured, and became a prisoner. His only thought was to get back the Cold Snow Saber that had been with him for many years and was given by his master.
This is not only a magic weapon, his side weapon, but also his own dignity.
When Su Fei heard this, he paused slightly while playing with Cold Snow Saber. He raised his eyes and glanced at Dugu Fengming. There was no wave in his eyes. There was neither greed for the magic weapon nor malice to humiliate the opponent.
He slowly turned Cold Snow Saber at an angle, with the blade facing downwards. Then he loosened his wrist and inserted Cold Snow Saber into the ground a few inches. The blade stood firmly in front of Dugu Fengming. The cold blade glowed with a faint cold light. It was close at hand and within reach.
Su Fei said calmly.
"Dugu Fengming, if you want this knife, fine, it's not difficult."
"However, if I want to get your Cold Snow Saber back, you and I can tell you about the Profound Origin Divine Dynasty and your White Lotus Sect. You are not allowed to hide anything. If I find out that you lied, let alone not getting your Cold Snow Saber back, I will definitely let you experience the most painful torture in the world, which is worse than death."
Dugu Fengming's eyes were fixed on Cold Snow Saber on the ground, his face suddenly startled, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, as if he did not expect Su Fei to be so generous.
He originally thought that since Su Fei defeated him, he would definitely take Cold Snow Saber as his own.
This is a rare magic weapon. Even for a strong Celestial Person Realm Ninth Level like Su Fei, it is a rare treasure. Many people dream of it and flock to it.
But Su Fei looked like he was not greedy for this magic weapon at all, as if this priceless Cold Snow Saber was just an insignificant ordinary weapon in his eyes.
Dugu Fengming couldn't help but feel a little doubt and surprise in his heart.
This Su Fei is obviously Celestial Person who came from a small place, logically speaking.
He should have no chance to come into contact with such treasures, but why was he so indifferent when faced with such magical weapons?
Putting it into perspective, if Dugu Fengming defeated Su Fei, let alone returning the opponent's weapons, he would definitely loot all the opponent's treasures and even humiliate the opponent to show his strength and pride.
But Su Fei not only did not humiliate him, but instead gave Cold Snow Saber back to him. This courage and magnanimity far exceeded his expectations.
For a moment, Dugu Fengming's expression became extremely complicated, and multiple emotions were intertwined in his heart.
There is the shame of being defeated, the embarrassment of becoming a prisoner, the admiration for Su Fei's broad mind, the relief of letting go of obsession, and an indescribable and strange brilliance, which is the recognition of the strong and the calmness of being convinced that one has lost.
He slowly lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before raising his head again and slowly spoke.
"Su Fei, I admit that I lost, I lost completely, and I am convinced."
"You are indeed a true genius. Even among us White Lotus Sect Headquarters, you are a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years."
Dugu Fengming paused, his chest rose and fell slightly, he took a breath, and a trace of recollection flashed in his eyes.
"I have more than a dozen senior brothers, all of whom are extremely talented and gifted. None of them is convinced by anyone. Almost all of them have already entered Nirvana Realm."
"But they are all quite old. Compared with you, none of them has your courage, your mind and your talents."
"You have already stepped into Celestial Person Realm Ninth Level at such a young age, and you can still defeat me, a person who has touched the threshold of the Nirvana Realm, and I am not greedy for the magic weapon treasure. With this kind of mind and strength, I, Dugu Fengming, will not be unjustly defeated."
When Su Fei heard this, there was still no emotion on his face. He was still playing with the handle of Cold Snow Saber's knife in his hand. He looked at him calmly and did not answer.
The tent fell into silence again, with only the crackling of the lights and the sound of the two breathing.
Dugu Fengming was half sitting on the ground, the wound on his chest was still aching, but his expression gradually calmed down, as if he had let go of the unwillingness and resentment in his heart, leaving only recognition for Su Fei.
Dugu Fengming looked at Su Fei, then at Cold Snow Saber who was very close at hand, and slowly clenched his fists. He seemed to have made a decision.
The candlelight in the military tent crackled, and the dancing light and shadow reflected on Su Fei's stern face. He stared at Dugu Fengming quietly, waiting for this person to speak.