Relax, I Get It-You Just Killed Your Master

Han Feng's voice rang through the night sky as he tried to drag the entire Black-Corner Region into this to bolster his courage.

Shen Luo laughed.

His smile held a hint of amusement and a hint of mockery.

"The Black-Corner Region?"

He tilted his head, a fathomless, devouring light reflected in his black pupils.

"Is the Black-Corner Region that impressive?"

Before his words faded, Shen Luo abruptly vanished.

Han Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

So fast.

Instinctively, he raised the Sea Heart Flame to protect himself, its icy-blue flames gathering into a shield before him.

But the shield had barely formed when a fist wreathed in purple light came crashing into it.

There was no flashy Dou Technique.

Just one punch.

Pure physical strength, wrapped in terrifying Dou Qi, slammed squarely into the flame shield.

Bam-!

The flame shield shattered instantly.

Fragments of icy-blue flame scattered in every direction like shattered glass.

Han Feng grunted, his chest caving in as he flew backward.

He smashed through the main hall of the Medicine Emperor's residence, gouged a thousand-foot trench through the ground, and finally crashed through three artificial hills before coming to a stop.

Dust billowed.

Dead silence gripped the scene.

The Black-Corner Region experts Han Feng had invited froze in midair, a chill creeping up from the soles of their feet.

One punch.

Just one punch.

Medicine Emperor Han Feng, who had dominated the Black-Corner Region for years, had been sent flying just like that.

"Han Feng, look at you. The moment I get serious, you fall apart!"

Shen Luo walked slowly toward the ruins, his black domain following him like a shadow. Wherever he passed, even the grass withered instantly.

"Had fun beating on me earlier, didn't you?"

He smiled and reached out to grab.

Amid the ruins, Han Feng struggled to his feet, drenched in blood. The Medicine Emperor robes he always wore had been reduced to strips of cloth.

At least three of his ribs were broken.

One punch had left him unable to fight back!

"Shen Luo, you..."

Han Feng had barely opened his mouth when his vision went black.

Shen Luo drove his knee viciously into his abdomen.

Pfft-!

Han Feng spat out another mouthful of blood, doubling over like a shrimp before his knees buckled and he dropped to the ground.

Shen Luo looked down at him and reached out.

The Storage Ring on Han Feng's finger came off effortlessly.

That jet-black Storage Ring held the Medicine Emperor's lifetime savings: countless pills, medicinal ingredients, cultivation methods, Dou Techniques, and the incomplete scroll of the Flame Mantra.

Shen Luo casually tucked the Storage Ring into his robes.

"You!"

Han Feng's eyes bulged with fury.

But Shen Luo had already turned and headed toward the Gold and Silver Elders.

The two peak Dou Emperors trembled all over, their chests heaving.

They lacked even the courage to flee.

"Gentlemen, let me borrow your Storage Rings."

Shen Luo held out his hand.

The Gold and Silver Elders were deathly pale, but they did not hesitate.

Shen Luo's monstrous fighting strength had utterly shattered their will to resist.

Two Storage Rings landed in Shen Luo's palm.

He weighed them in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

Shen Luo turned back and glanced at Han Feng again.

It was like looking at a blustering ant.

"Han Feng!"

Shen Luo walked slowly up to him.

"For the sake of your Storage Ring, I'll tell you something!"

Humiliation and rage filled Han Feng's face, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Shen Luo crouched down and caught him by the ear.

"Your teacher, Yao Chen, isn't dead."

His voice was quiet, but every word reached Han Feng's ears with perfect clarity.

"He's in Jia Nan Academy's Inner Academy right now. You must really want to see him!"

"Oh, and he seems to have taken another disciple. He's pouring his heart and blood into training him. Congratulations-you have another junior fellow disciple!"

Shen Luo watched Han Feng with keen amusement.

He offered no further information, only telling him that Yao Chen's soul was at Jia Nan Academy and that he had taken a disciple.

As for the rest, Shen Luo trusted that someone as clever as Han Feng would know what to do!

Horror spread across Han Feng's face. He slowly turned his head, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The air seemed to freeze.

Only Han Feng's rapid breathing remained.

A moment later.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about..."

Han Feng paused.

"You... why are you telling me this..."

The corners of Shen Luo's mouth lifted. He leaned closer and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Relax, I get it. You just killed your master, right? I won't tell anyone!"

Han Feng's pupils abruptly contracted.

The words "killed your master" exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt.

Memories of that night came rushing back.

"You... what exactly do you want?"

Han Feng's voice trembled.

Shen Luo stood, brushed the dust from his robes, and spoke with utter nonchalance.

"I've said what I needed to say. As for how I know, your junior fellow disciple told me, of course!"

He looked down at Han Feng's deathly pale face, his smile laden with meaning.

"Your junior fellow disciple is quite talented, and he has a heavenly flame, too!"

Han Feng felt as though lightning had struck him.

He quickly digested the information Shen Luo had given him.

Yao Chen wasn't dead.

He had taken a disciple.

Who even possessed a heavenly flame.

The Flame Mantra?

That old bastard must have taught him the Flame Mantra!

That Venerable Yao who had once shaken the continent with his fame, that teacher who would rather die than teach him the Flame Mantra, was still clinging to life and dreaming of rising again?

Han Feng's hands began to shake.

That betrayal had haunted him like an inner demon all his life.

He had joined forces with a Venerable Elder of the Soul Hall to deal his benefactor and teacher a fatal blow, then fled alone to the Black-Corner Region.

But now, Shen Luo was telling him that Yao Chen was not dead.

"Impossible... impossible..."

Han Feng muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Luo was no longer looking at him.

He turned and walked toward Zi Yan.

The night breeze swept past, lifting his tattered black robes.

Zi Yan stood where she was, watching him approach step by step.

Her eyes were still red, and tear tracks still marked her face.

"Shen Luo."

She called his name softly.

Shen Luo stopped before her and raised a hand to rub her head.

"Stop crying. Your man is alive and well."

Zi Yan sniffled.

"Let's go back. I don't want to stay here anymore!"

Shen Luo smiled.

"Come on. Back to Jia Nan Academy."

Zi Yan looked at him and suddenly burst into a little laugh.

She wrapped her arms around Shen Luo's arm, practically hanging off him.

"Okay. Let's go home."

The two turned and walked into the depths of the night.

Behind them, Han Feng knelt amid the ruins, his eyes vacant.

The Gold and Silver Elders slumped in a corner by the wall, their faces ashen.

"He... who exactly is he?"

Only Han Feng's labored breathing remained amid the ruins.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes brimming with venom.

"Yao Chen..."

He murmured the name, his voice hoarse, like a malevolent ghost that had crawled out of hell.

"You're not dead..."

"You're actually not dead..."

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as blood dripped between his fingers.

"Jia Nan Academy, is it..."

Han Feng rose unsteadily, covered in blood.

He stared in the direction Shen Luo had vanished, his lips twisting into a savage smile.

"Master, your disciple... is coming to find you."

Clearly, an even greater storm was brewing.

Meanwhile, Shen Luo, the one who had set it all in motion, was holding Zi Yan's hand as they strolled leisurely back to Jia Nan Academy.

"Shen Luo, what did you say to Han Feng just now?"

Zi Yan tilted her face up curiously.

Shen Luo smiled.

"Nothing much. I just gave him some good news."

Shen Luo rubbed her head without explaining further.

He looked up at the night sky, where stars glittered and the Milky Way stretched overhead.

"Zi Yan."

"Hmm?"

"Say your father turned out to be the strongest person on this continent one day, and he wanted to break us up. What would you choose?"

Zi Yan tilted her head in thought, then said earnestly, "Then I wouldn't want him as my father anymore. He wasn't there when I needed him most anyway."

Shen Luo laughed heartily.

This girl!

That was a late-stage nine-star Dou Sheng father they were talking about!

Still, after this incident, Shen Luo had completely won Zi Yan's heart.

As for Han Feng...

He believed Han Feng would definitely come to Jia Nan Academy.

And bring plenty of helpers with him!