Xie Feng hadn't forgotten that in that thatched hut in the Upper Realm, there was still Jing Yuan, waiting patiently for his master!
Master, you've really got some serious fun...
One beauty per world?
According to Shui Yunjun, Xie Feng sorted out his master's timeline.
Basically, his true origin is unknown, but he has undergone multiple reincarnations and cultivation.
In the Upper Realm, his master used the alias Taihua Jun. At the same time, in different dimensional spaces, he also existed as Marquis of Mo Yang!
The only thing that can be confirmed is that his real name is Mu Bingxing, and what he is in the Lower Realm, staying at the Xuanji Sect, is not an avatar, but his true form!
In One Lifetime of Samsara, he will have a karmic entanglement.
That's why Jing Yuan and Shui Yunjun exist!
Perhaps... there's more!
This mountain of romantic entanglements...
Xie Feng suddenly realized that compared to his master, he himself had cultivated a state of utter purity and detachment, having gone through several reincarnations, essentially transcending worldly concerns the moment he closed his eyes...
seem...
Many golden opportunities for marriage were missed...
Xie Feng felt a little regretful, but then he thought to himself, he had met quite a few beautiful women along the way, and he also had Xiao Shang by his side, so what more could he ask for!
People should learn to be content with what they have!
In the deep moonlight, several figures were fleeing at breakneck speed.
Yan Ming had been running for a million miles before he dared to stop and rest for a while.
"Call!"
He was covered in sweat and panting heavily!
That was close!
Luckily, he was quick-witted and escaped with his life!
That woman was ruthless and taciturn; the Ghost Emperor! The leader of a clan! She killed her without hesitation!
That Shui Yunjun doesn't recognize Xie Feng, and even offends ten clans for him—what kind of nonsense is this...?
depressed!
Yan Ming clutched his chest, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.
"Clan leader, what should we do next?" Three Blaze Clan elders followed closely behind, asking with great concern.
"What are we going to do? Just let it be!" Yan Ming said irritably. "I'll never associate with these kinds of scoundrels again! This wasn't our business to begin with, but now we've offended the Literary Clan. From now on, we'd better keep our tails between our legs!"
The three were verbally abused, but dared not retaliate. They could only swallow their anger and remain silent.
"Never mind, it's good that you're alive, you Hui!"
Yan Ming waved his hand, startling his fragile little heart, who desperately needed to rest and recover.
He took two steps forward, and suddenly, a chilling wind blew by, carrying a the Unseen killing intent that sent shivers down his spine!
In the eerie mountain forest, a figure appeared, dressed in flowing white robes, resembling a god, a ghost, or a dream.
The moment he appeared, his killing intent surged like a monstrous wave rising ninety thousand feet high on the Corpse-Burying Sea. The autumn wind howled, its force like a sword. He walked step by step, each step piercing through the void, causing all the Principle nature to prostrate themselves on the ground!
Such a powerful individual was someone none of them had ever seen in their entire lives!
Even today!
Yan Ming's heart clenched; he dared not move! His legs were trembling!
The man in white stood before the four, his eyes sharp, and asked calmly, "Do you know Xie Feng?"
Yan Ming asked, "Who are you?!"
The man in white asked, "Do you know Xie Feng?"
Yan Ming frowned, and out of fear, he instinctively growled, "I don't know! Don't bother me!"
Bang!
One of the elders next to him collapsed and died on the spot!
The man in white did it!
He didn't make a move, but his killing power was undeniable!
Yan Ming's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He realized that he was having a really bad day. This person came up and asked Xie Feng questions without saying a word, which showed that this person was also related to Xie Feng!
Just who exactly is Xie Feng?
Why are all these supremely powerful individuals connected to him?
Had he known this would happen, Yan Ming would never have come to Dark Ink Mountain!
The man in white asked again, "Do you know Xie Feng?"
These words are like a demonic whisper; anyone who hears them again and again will feel as if they are being tortured, experiencing a psychological torment worse than death!
I'd die if I said I didn't know him...
Yan Ming, sweating profusely, hurriedly replied, "I know him! I know him!"
"That's right, you're the one I've been looking for!"
The man in white smiled slightly.
He raised his hand.
Bang!
Another elder has been killed!
Blood splattered everywhere, landing on Yan Ming's face. The smell of blood was mixed with intense fear!
Glug!
Yan Ming couldn't help but swallow.
That's from being scared!
Do you know Xie Feng?
The man in white asked again, his voice indifferent.
"I... I..." Yan Ming was drenched in sweat and stammered incoherently. He was on the verge of collapse. If he knew them, he was dead! If he didn't know them, he was still dead! How was he supposed to answer?!
thump!
The last elder, fearing it would be his turn, knelt down in terror.
He trembled all over, placing all his hopes on his clan chief.
The man in white raised his cold eyes and said sharply:
"Answer!"
"Ah! I... I'm not exactly acquainted with Xie Feng... this... this... we're only half-acquainted! Is that alright?!"
"Yeah?"
As the man in white spoke, a murderous intent surged forth with a glance, and the last elder of the Blaze Clan exploded, dying on the spot!
Yan Ming was sweating profusely; he was so frightened he almost knelt down!
The man in white asked again, "Do you know Xie Feng?!"
Endless killing intent wove a dense net, covering millions of miles of void.
Yan Ming felt as if he were being pricked by thorns, his legs went weak as mud, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he cried out in despair:
"We're not close! I really don't know him! Don't kill me! I've never harmed Xie Feng! I swear! If I've ever hurt him, may my country be destroyed, my family wiped out, my descendants wiped out, and I die a horrible death!"
He raised his hand and swore a solemn oath.
He was so frightened that he no longer dared to call himself "this king"...
The man in white glanced coldly at Yan Ming, remained silent for a moment, and then withdrew his Sword Intent. In the hazy mist, he turned his back, and with each step a blur, disappeared into the vast forest...
After a long while, Yan Ming finally dared to raise his head. He was trembling all over, and he stood still by leaning against an ancient tree. He was soaking wet and covered in cold sweat!
Damn it...
This is terrifying...
What I just experienced was like a nightmare; I'm still trembling with fear when I wake up!
He gazed into the distance, calming himself for half an hour before regaining the strength to speak. His voice trembled as he said, "Why does this person... look a bit like Marquis of Mo Yang...?"
Marquis of Mo Yang!
An absolute mythical existence in the Dao Realm!
This person deserves immense credit for making the Literary Clan an invincible race!
It could even be said that without him, there would be no Shui Yunjun is so influential today!
He was the most powerful driving force behind the rise of the Literary Clan!
Didn't this person disappear four hundred years ago? Why has he reappeared now?!
Yan Ming returned to the Blaze Clan and remained slumped on the throne, still shaken.
To calm his shock, he reached for the teacup, but his hands trembled so much that he could barely drink.
The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind was the terrifying look in the white-clad man's eyes!
What happened that night sealed the fate of his entire life, setting the stage for nightmares...
Yan Ming clutched his chest, trying to console himself, "No matter what, I've escaped with my life! If that person really is Marquis of Mo Yang, the fact that I survived only means he didn't want to kill me! As long as I behave myself from now on and don't cause trouble, I might be able to live a long and peaceful life..."