Ever since the higher-ups of the Pill Tower left, Han Feng had not stopped.
He tore through space directly in an unknown location outside the city.
Stepping in with a single stride, his figure vanished into the distorted spatial rift.
A Dou Venerable expert could rip space apart to travel long distances at extreme speed, far faster than ordinary flight Dou Techniques or flying mounts.
At this moment, Han Feng wanted to go home desperately.
Aunt Xuan's words confirmed the worst conjecture in his heart.
Teacher was in trouble.
Though he knew Teacher would not easily die, he understood the Soul Hall's methods better than anyone else.
Falling Star Pavilion was an organization established by Teacher, and after Teacher's disappearance, it would surely become a target for attack. Feng Xian was bearing a heavy burden of pressure all by himself.
Within the spatial tunnel, Han Feng's figure moved as swiftly as a stream of light, his expression ice-cold.
Roughly half a day passed.
When Han Feng stepped out from a spatial rift, he had already arrived outside the space where Falling Star Pavilion was located.
Before he could even enter, wave after wave of violent energy ripples surged madly from the direction of Falling Star Pavilion, carrying an aura that could destroy heaven and earth.
Something was wrong!
Han Feng's pupils constricted, and without hesitation, his figure flashed to break through the spatial barrier, forcefully charging into the territory of Falling Star Pavilion.
The sight before his eyes made his eyes bulge out in shock.
Several of the once-serene floating islands above Falling Star Pavilion had now collapsed, turning into massive boulders tumbling down from the sky. The light of the mountain-guarding array had dimmed to nothingness, teetering on the verge of collapse, and many disciples were dodging in panic, their screams echoing one after another.
At the center of the battlefield, three people were fiercely fighting each other.
One of them had an ethereal figure, with cyan Dou Qi transforming into countless invisible wind blades that sliced through the void—none other than the pillar of strength of Falling Star Pavilion, the Four-Star Battle Venerable Feng Xian!
Yet his current situation was far from favorable.
Though Feng Xian was exceptionally strong and his Wind's Ultimate Dao was elusive, the two people surrounding and attacking him were also renowned Dou Venerables in the Central Plains.
One of them was entirely wrapped in dazzling silver lightning, every single attack carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun of thunder, fierce and overwhelmingly domineering.
The other person was shrouded from head to toe in gloomy energy, emitting a bizarre deathly Qi of the Yellow Springs that continuously and maliciously eroded Feng Xian's protective Dou Qi.
Thunder Venerable of the Wind-Lightning Pavilion, and Yellow Springs Venerable of the Yellow Springs Pavilion!
"Feng Xian, how much longer are you going to offer stubborn resistance? That old fellow Yao Chen has already lost all aura, most likely dying out there! If you know what's good for you, hand over the treasury of Falling Star Pavilion, and the two of us can still leave you with an intact corpse!"
Thunder Venerable laughed loudly as thousands of thunder serpents transformed into a giant hammer of lightning, smashing down toward Feng Xian.
"Hmph, a bunch of rat-like cowards taking advantage of someone's misfortune!"
Feng Xian's expression was grave, yet he showed not the slightest trace of fear. After forming hand seals, a massive cyan tornado soared into the sky, smashing the giant lightning hammer to pieces.
At that moment, the voice of Yellow Springs Venerable came from behind, filled with sinister intent.
"Venerable Feng truly lives up to his reputation, but after all, you are only one person!"
A Yellow Springs nether river condensed from pure deathly Qi quietly eroded the foundation of the tornado, turning into numerous skeletal ghost claws that lunged toward Feng Xian's back.
Feng Xian's figure violently retreated, dodging the fatal spots by a hair's breadth, but his shoulder was still grazed by the ghost claw. A patch of cyan robes instantly turned to fine dust, leaving several pitch-black fingerprints on his skin as wisps of deathly Qi frantically burrowed inward.
Fighting two against one, he had ultimately fallen into a disadvantageous position.
Seeing that Feng Xian was injured, the killing intent in the eyes of Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable grew even denser, prompting them to unleash their ultimate strike.
Lightning and deathly Qi blended together, forming a terrifying pillar of light capable of destroying mountains and rivers, cutting off all of Feng Xian's paths of retreat.
The disciples at the bottom of Falling Star Pavilion all closed their eyes in despair upon witnessing this scene.
Right at that moment.
A cold, detached voice brimming with killing intent rang out from the nine heavens, reverberating across the entire Falling Star Pavilion.
"Attacking my Uncle Feng—whose dog-given guts gave you the nerve?"
As the words fell, a long sword jade-green throughout flew out from the air, appearing at the center of the battlefield.
Golden patterns on the long sword flickered between bright and dim, archaic and mysterious.
This sword was called Green Lotus, the final gift given to him by the system when Han Feng transmigrated, a natal sword that could grow alongside him.
"Green Lotus Sword Song!"
With a soft chant, the Green Lotus Sword hummed violently, and countless dazzling sword beams suddenly erupted. Each beam of light resembled a blooming cyan lotus flower, gorgeous yet fatal.
The sword light fell like rain, arriving later yet striking first, instantly colliding with that terrifying pillar of thunder and death.
There was no loud explosion, only the silent, soundless annihilation of blooming lotus flowers.
A strike capable of heavily injuring a Four-Star Battle Venerable was melted layer by layer, dissipated, and reduced to nothingness by this sky-full of sword lotuses!
"What person?!"
Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable were struck with utter panic, hurriedly retreating as they stared in shock at the Green Lotus Sword floating in midair.
Feng Xian also seized this fleeting opportunity, looking up to see a figure in white stepping out from the void and reaching out to grasp the hilt of the Green Lotus Sword.
On his young face, a frost capable of freezing people solid had settled.
"L... Little Feng?"
Feng Xian's lips trembled, barely able to believe everything he was seeing.
Han Feng nodded at Feng Xian as a greeting.
Afterward, he turned his head, his cold eyes burning with Red Lotus Karmic Fire falling upon Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable.
"Taking advantage of Teacher's absence to bully the elders of my sect together. Very well, are your Wind-Lightning Pavilion and Yellow Springs Pavilion planning to be erased from the Central Plains?"
"One-Star Battle Venerable? You are Yao Chen's disciple, Han Feng?"
Thunder Venerable had been staring at Han Feng, and upon sensing the other's aura, his expression turned extremely ugly.
Wasn't this brat always hovering around the Dou Zong realm? When did he break through to Dou Venerable?!
"Uncle Feng, I'll deal with the lightning user; leave the other one to you!"
Without any idle chatter, Han Feng spoke directly to Feng Xian.
"Good!"
Feng Xian's spirits soared. With a long roar, endless wind blades gathered once more as he took the initiative to pounce toward Yellow Springs Venerable.
"Arrogant brat, you're courting death!"
Seeing himself called out by a newly advanced junior, Thunder Venerable flew into a rage. Lightning surged violently around his body, transforming into a streak of thunder as he lunged at Han Feng.
Han Feng flickered his wrist, causing the Green Lotus Sword to emit a crisp hum.
Instead of clashing head-on, he employed profound footwork, his figure moving like a wisp of cyan smoke as he threaded through the lightning.
Twin-Sleeve Green Snakes!
Twisting his body, the sword light of the Green Lotus Sword in his hand abruptly turned bizarre and tricky. Like two intertwined cyan poisonous snakes, they broke through the web of lightning in front of Thunder Venerable from an unexpected angle, stabbing straight toward Thunder Venerable's shoulder.
"Oh no!"
Thunder Venerable was greatly shocked; he had never expected Han Feng's swordsmanship to be bizarre to such a degree.
Flying backward, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, turning his lightning Dou Qi into armor.
Clang! Clang!
With two loud rings, the sword tips pierced the thunder armor, sending sparks flying in all directions. Thunder Venerable felt a soft yet sharp force pierce through his armor, a stabbing pain erupting on his arm as his body was forced back a hundred meters.
On the other side, Feng Xian's pressure abruptly lessened, his combat power fully unleashed.
Taking advantage of the moment Yellow Springs Venerable was distracted by Han Feng's appearance, he clasped his hands together.
"Wind-Thunder Divine Finger!"
A visible cyan wind thread materialized out of thin air, ignoring the distance of space and instantly wrapping around Yellow Springs Venerable's waist.
"Pfft!"
Yellow Springs Venerable let out a miserable cry as his protective deathly Qi was instantly severed. A wound deep enough to expose bone appeared on his waist, and fresh blood gushed out.
The situation flipped instantly!
"Retreat!"
Shocked and enraged, Yellow Springs Venerable knew there was no chance today. Grabbing Thunder Venerable—who also harbored thoughts of retreat—he frantically urged his Dou Qi and tore open space without looking back to flee.
"A truce for today! Han Feng, our Wind-Lightning Pavilion and Yellow Springs Pavilion will never let this matter rest!"
"Want to leave?"
Han Feng sneered without chasing.
Slowly raising the Green Lotus Sword in his hand, he gently slashed toward the spatial rift the two had escaped into.
"Leave a little lesson for you."
A microscopic golden sword thread quietly burrowed into the spatial rift that was about to close.
Immediately afterward, even more miserable and terrified screams of Thunder Venerable and Yellow Springs Venerable echoed from the other side of the rift.
Only after the danger was completely averted did Feng Xian fly over. With complex emotions on his face, he gazed at the disciple before him—one both familiar and unfamiliar—and patted his shoulder heavily after a long silence.
"Little Feng, you've... grown up."
His tone carried solace, but even more so, an unmaskable grief and indignation.
"Your teacher... has gone missing."
Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Feng Xian, Han Feng felt a sour ache in his heart. Forcing down his rising anger, he turned to steady Feng Xian instead.
"Uncle Feng, I already know the situation. But I don't believe Teacher will meet with disaster." He said in a deep voice, "So what if it's the Soul Hall? Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will bring Teacher back! The most pressing matter right now is to stabilize Falling Star Pavilion."
Feng Xian nodded heavily, the worry in his eyes replaced by a ruthless fierce glint.
"You're entirely right; whatever the Soul Hall owes us, we won't be shorted a single fraction!"
"Uncle Feng." Han Feng looked at him with burning eyes. "Right now, I am already an Eighth-Tier Alchemist."
A single sentence made Feng Xian's eyes widen, his entire face a mask of disbelief.
Han Feng did not offer any further explanation. He glanced around the ruined home, his voice not loud, yet everyone in the Falling Star Pavilion could hear it.
"I want everyone in the Central Plains to know that the disciple of Venerable Yao is an existence they can never hope to reach."
"Mess with my Falling Star Pavilion, and you had better be ready to face utter devastation!"
Seeing the high-spirited, decisive young man before him, his eyes brimming with confidence, the heart of Feng Xian—which had plunged into despair due to Yao Chen's disappearance—ignited with a spark of hope for the very first time.
Perhaps this kid really could hold up this sky.
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