At that speed, even Kunpeng going all out wouldn't have been able to catch so much as a whiff.
They weren't even in the same league.
He was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, yet he couldn't even catch a whiff. Could that have been a Sage's treasure?
At least it was only a one-time-use item.
"Honestly, Hong Yun really is lucky. Even I'm incredibly jealous."
Qin Feng sighed.
He even felt a little resentful deep down.
He felt that ever since the system had turned dark, it treated everyone better than it treated him, its own master.
But the others in the group had no idea.
Every one of the Quasi-Saint peak experts had a black line hanging over their heads.
Isn't that a reward you came up with yourself? What are you jealous of?
But they could only say such things to themselves.
Not one of them dared to say it aloud. They were afraid of offending the group leader and getting punished for some inexplicable reason.
What drove them crazy was that, despite having cultivation levels that placed them near the pinnacle of this world,
they couldn't fight back at all.
They couldn't even escape.
Only then did Zhen Yuanzi realize that Hong Yun had been in danger. But the crisis had already passed, so there was no need to worry anymore.
He finally relaxed and urged Qin Feng,
"Group leader, hurry up and give us the second question. I can't wait any longer."
As a newcomer to the group, he naturally wanted to answer a question and win a treasure.
Hadn't he just seen his old friend Hong Yun get out of a life-or-death crisis simply by answering one correctly?
And what made it even more thoughtful was that the reward could be changed to suit the circumstances.
Wouldn't that give them a chance to get something more useful to them?
Qin Feng could only sigh helplessly. The system had long since stripped him of all authority.
He had no power to set questions in the system's place.
Besides, he was a complete novice when it came to the Primordial World. He barely knew anything about it.
Coming up with questions was even more impossible.
All he could do was pass the time and pray that the system would hurry up and post a question.
"Ahem, no rush. Let me think about how the next question and its reward should be arranged."
"By the way, last night I divined that Qiongqi seems to have died—and his soul was completely destroyed."
Qin Feng shared the news.
The ten powerful figures in the group were all startled.
They could hardly believe it.
"How is that possible? Qiongqi is a ferocious beast. How could he die so easily?"
Almost no one believed it.
Still, they instinctively sent their subordinates to investigate. The results left them all stunned.
Qiongqi really was dead.
His presence had vanished from the Five Immortal Islands!
That's right—it had vanished. He had been utterly destroyed in body and soul.
There was no chance of reincarnating and cultivating anew.
[Question 2: Where did the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife come from?]
[Correct answer: 3,000,000 merit points, ten Innate Spiritual Treasures, and ten million years of cultivation]
At that very moment, while everyone was still reeling from the news, the second question appeared.
No one had any time left to think about Qiongqi.
They all turned their attention to the new question.
At the unfamiliar name, the Witch and Demon Races froze.
They had never heard of it, but instinctively felt that the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife had something to do with them.
It stirred a strange sense of familiarity.
Zhen Yuanzi asked, "Group leader, could you tell us what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is?"
"Exactly. We don't even know what it is. How are we supposed to answer the question?"
Nuwa sounded somewhat displeased.
The fact that no one had buzzed in made it clear that none of them knew what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife was.
But it sounded like something incredibly powerful.
"I think the Witch and Demon Races should know."
Qin Feng made no attempt to explain. He watched the group with an amused look.
At once, eight of the ten powerful figures turned to the only two remaining members of the Witch and Demon Races.
Di Jun and Houtu fell silent at this critical moment.
Jieyin said, "You two, stop keeping us in suspense. If you know, just answer. If you don't, at least tell us what the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is."
Jieyin had a temperament much like Zhunti's. No matter the circumstances, he loved stirring up trouble.
That was why he and Zhunti were fellow disciples—and why they were so irritating.
"This is a humiliation for the Witch Race. If anyone brings it up again, I'll consider them my enemy."
Houtu spoke abruptly.
But even the icy chill in her voice couldn't conceal how curious everyone was.
"Come on, just tell us. The Witch and Demon Races are about to go to war anyway. Why care about a little humiliation?"
Tongtian made no effort to hide his curiosity.
Nuwa, however, said nothing. She and Houtu had a fairly good relationship.
There was no need to damage it just to satisfy her curiosity.
Besides, even if Nuwa didn't ask, would that stop everyone else?
"I'll explain."
Unlike Houtu, Di Jun was all smiles. Even from his words, it was clear how pleased he was.
"Enough, enough. Answer the question first. There'll be time to explain everything afterward."
Qin Feng was starting to get impatient. He was still waiting to collect more treasures.
And now these people had started playing a question-and-answer game. It wasn't as if the explanation wouldn't come after they answered.
Qin Feng quietly mused to himself.
Everyone grew anxious and glared at Di Jun and Houtu.
Since none of the eight knew what had happened, they had all but given up on answering this question.
And Houtu wasn't willing to explain.
That left only one person who could answer: Di Jun.
"The answer is..."
"The answer is Lu Ya, the tenth son of Eastern Emperor Taiyi. He extracted the power of two Great Witches from our Witch Race, sealed it in a gourd, and turned it into the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife."
No one expected Houtu, who had just refused to speak, to suddenly buzz in while Di Jun was still talking.
She gave a concise but complete account of what had happened.
The strange old monsters in the group fell silent.
"Di Jun, Eastern Emperor—just you wait. Once our Witch Race grows strong enough, we'll storm your Heavenly Court!"
After saying that, Houtu fell silent again.
"Tsk, tsk. I never imagined that was how it happened."
Tongtian watched like a spectator enjoying a show. He didn't seem the least bit upset about missing out on the question.
Houtu was the one who had reason to be upset. She'd endured the pain of revealing the Witch Race's tragic history.
But Di Jun was even more deserving of sympathy. He'd been just about to give the answer when someone beat him to it.
Wasn't that just like a duck flying away right out of your mouth?
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