Using Spirit Whisper to control someone to take care of Firefly, Silver Wolf came over and also prepared a credit card under someone else's
Using Spirit Whisper to control someone to take care of Firefly, Silver Wolf came over and also prepared a credit card under someone else's
Using Spirit Whisper to control someone to take care of Firefly, Silver Wolf came over and also prepared a credit card under someone else's name for her. After ensuring that Firefly had enough money, they left with peace of mind.
They had pretty much done what they needed to do on the Xianzhou. It was safest to leave early now.
Kafka and the others prepared to quickly head to Cloudford to find a starskiff and leave. But as they were running, Blade's footsteps stopped.
"Hey, don't stop," Silver Wolf said, taking a few more steps. Seeing Blade's action, she was a little confused. She turned her head back and looked at him with a questioning gaze.
"Up ahead, someone is waiting for me," he said.
"Oh? Who is it?" Silver Wolf asked curiously.
Blade didn't speak, his gaze fixed ahead. In front of them was a small river, and by the river sat a short old man.
It was General Huaiyan.
Blade looked at Silver Wolf and Kafka. "You two go on ahead. I'll catch up with you later."
"Alright, fine." Silver Wolf wanted to say more, but at that moment, Kafka reached out and grabbed her hand. Silver Wolf had no choice but to be dragged away by her.
Huaiyan didn't stop them from leaving.
Then, Blade silently walked up behind Huaiyan.
Before he could speak, Huaiyan said to Blade in an annoyed tone, "Yingxing, it's quite difficult to see you."
Hearing Huaiyan's scolding, the cold expression on Yingxing's face instantly melted like snow in the sun. But he quickly changed his expression back to one of indifference.
"You have the wrong person. My name is Blade, not Yingxing."
"Hmph. If it was Blade of the Stellaron Hunters, I wouldn't have deliberately let that boy Derick release you."
Hearing Huaiyan say this, Blade finally knew that his smooth escape earlier was thanks to his master's help. In fact, when he was escaping, he had some doubts in his heart. Derick's dodging action didn't seem like something an immortal person should do. He had thought it was because Derick wasn't used to his immortality and had subconsciously dodged. But now it seemed…
As Blade was thinking this, Huaiyan suddenly threw a forging hammer from behind him. The hammer landed beside Blade. Blade very naturally caught it and took a hammering stance.
This was a memory deeply engraved in his body, no, it should be said, in his soul. With Huaiyan throwing it like this, Blade's subconscious reaction still hadn't disappeared.
"Not bad, you haven't forgotten this bit of memory yet. If you had even forgotten this, I would really have treated you as Blade of the Stellaron Hunters." Seeing Blade's action, Huaiyan nodded with satisfaction.
Blade then squatted down, his tone softening a little as he said to Huaiyan, "Master, I am a wanted criminal of the Xianzhou. It's very difficult for me to come to the Xianzhou Zhuming."
"You can come to the Luofu, but you can't go to the Zhuming?" Huaiyan's aura expanded, pressing down on Blade until he had to take a step back.
He said to Blade in a serious tone, "If you return to the Zhuming now, you will still be that Yingxing. I guarantee, with my status as a general, that no one will trouble you again."
Blade knew that what his master said was all true. If he went back with him to the Zhuming now, not only would there be no problems, but he could also return to the life of a craftsman that he loved.
But…
"Master, I ultimately have my own path to walk. Even if you capture me and take me back to the Shackling Prison now, I will not change my mind," Blade's tone was firm.
"You little rascal, you're really stubborn." Huaiyan looked at the hammer in Blade's hand.
"You can go. I am your master for a day, so I will always be your master. But, I also have a request for you."
"Master, please speak." Blade quickly said to Huaiyan.
"To save you, I owe that boy Derick a favor. This favor, you must repay. You haven't forgotten your forging skills, have you? Forge two weapons for me to repay this favor," Huaiyan said to Blade. "One is a scythe, for that girlfriend of Derick's; as for the other one, I'll tell you when the time comes. What do you say? Are you willing?"
Blade's expression became silent.
He knew what Huaiyan was thinking. The main reason was not to save some effort, but to make sure he didn't forget his forging skills. At the same time, it was also to get his contact information.
Regarding his master's request, Blade pondered for a while.
Finally, he slowly nodded.
"Master, I understand. After my mission is over, I will find a way to forge them."
My master probably still doesn't know that I am seeking death.
But Blade thought for a moment and felt that if he could leave something behind before he died, it would be a good choice.
Seeing his reaction, Huaiyan nodded in satisfaction.
"That's more like it. Later, I will send the current forging research techniques of the Zhuming to your phone. You haven't held a hammer for several hundred years; you need to understand the latest technology."
Blade nodded forcefully.
Seeing him nod, Huaiyan waved his hand at him.
"You can go. Your teammates are still waiting for you."
"Mhm."
And so, Blade left.
Huaiyan watched his departing back, shaking his head with a helpless sigh.
I hope he can come back in the future.
Huaiyan thought to himself.
His gaze turned towards the Scalegorge Waterscape, at the Ambrosial Arbor that had already grown so lush. He couldn't help but clench his fists.
His best student couldn't immediately return to the Zhuming. Huaiyan was very angry about this. And the source of all this anger was that Lord Ravager. It was a fitting target.
With a thought, he headed towards the Seat of Divine Foresight.
Sky-Faring Commission.
Phantylia, disguised as Tingyun, came before Yukong at this time.
"Lady Yukong, I would like to take a leave of absence for these two days."
"Mhm? Tingyun, why are you asking for leave? Is something the matter?" Yukong asked with confusion upon hearing Phantylia's request.
Phantylia said with a "worried" expression, "My father hasn't been feeling well these two days. The tremor just now… I'm worried it might have affected my parents. I want to stay at home and accompany my father. As it happens, during this period, the Luofu is on lockdown. Besides receiving the guests from the Astral Express and General Feixiao's student, I have nothing else to do, so I wanted to ask for a few days off."
Hearing Phantylia's words, Yukong was a little surprised, but she still nodded and agreed to her request. "Oh? Is that so? I understand. Then you should go and rest quickly."
"Go on, remember to send my regards to your parents."
Phantylia agreed and walked out of the Sky-Faring Commission.
After going out, she really did go back to take care of Tingyun's parents for a while. After doing so, she finally found a chance to leave and do what she had planned.
"Target, the Shackling Prison."
She said softly, then quietly headed towards the direction of the prison.
Three Xianzhou hours later, in the deepest part of the Shackling Prison.
"Tingyun" walked slowly, a pile of fallen prison guards around her.
She lightly fiddled with her delicate hands, showing no signs that she had just killed so many people.
The growth of the Ambrosial Arbor at Scalegorge Waterscape had attracted the attention of the Luofu. Although the defense at the Shackling Prison had not weakened, it was very convenient for Phantylia to mix in.
The outside had not yet discovered that she had already gone on a killing spree inside. Those prison guards in the lower levels had no ability to resist before her, a Lord Ravager.
Walking to a cell in the deepest part, Phantylia lightly snapped her fingers.
And after her snap, the "cell door" slowly opened, and a Borisin much taller than usual appeared before her.
It was the former War-pride of the Borisin, Fenghuang.
Seven hundred years ago, Fenghuang had the misfortune of encountering the High-Cloud Quintet of that time right after becoming War-pride. Faced with Jingliu's unparalleled swordsmanship, Fenghuang had no ability to resist and became a prisoner of the Xianzhou Alliance.
As the War-pride of the Borisin, the Foxians of the Xianzhou Alliance held a particular hatred for him.
Therefore, for these several hundred years, Fenghuang had been enduring torture akin to death by a thousand cuts. But because of the existence of the Crimson Moon within his body, there was no possibility of him dying.
Even after experiencing this for seven hundred years, when he reappeared before Phantylia, his condition looked acceptable. Of course, as Phantylia, she could see at a glance the emptiness within his body.
"Who was it that released me? A Foxian girl? Do you know what you are doing?"
After coming out, Fenghuang's gaze swept around, trying to see who had released him.
He had originally thought that after he was captured, the Borisin had chosen a new War-pride. And that this new War-pride was now leading the Borisin into the Luofu to stage a prison break, wanting to snatch the Crimson Moon from his body.
He was already prepared to fight a good fight with the new War-pride. Whoever survived would get the Crimson Moon and become the War-pride of the Borisin.
The battle he had prepared for did not happen. What appeared before him now was a Foxian girl.
Why did she release me?
"But this is good too. I've just left the prison and need to replenish my energy. I'll start with her."
As Fenghuang thought this, and while questioning Phantylia, he reached out his giant claw, wanting to grab her and eat her.
But just as his claw was about to reach her, Phantylia took out Tingyun's fan and lightly tapped his claw with it.
Although Fenghuang's strength was not weak, first, his body was in a state of extreme emptiness, unable to exert even three-tenths of his power; second, he was ultimately not an Emanator, and his strength was vastly different from Phantylia's.
"You… who are you?" Fenghuang said in shock.
This kind of power… since when did such a powerful person appear among the Foxians?
"Not your kin, nor your food, but someone who wants to cooperate with you," Phantylia said to Fenghuang.
At this time, Fenghuang sensed the energy emanating from Phantylia's body and roared, "You… you are from the Antimatter Legion."
When he was the War-pride back then, he had also dealt with people from the Antimatter Legion. The energy on Phantylia was undoubtedly that of the Legion. In fact, Fenghuang estimated that this person from the Legion, disguised as a Foxian, was probably a Lord Ravager.
"Yes. I have a small operation here on the Luofu. To prevent the Luofu's generals from disturbing me, I had to find something for them to do," Phantylia said with a smile.
"So you released me to interfere with the Luofu's generals?" Fenghuang asked her.
"Yes. Don't you dare?" Phantylia said with a smile.
After a thought, Phantylia didn't tell Fenghuang that Jingliu was currently on the Luofu. She didn't know Fenghuang's courage and was really worried that these hundreds of years of torture had given him PTSD towards Jingliu. If he heard Jingliu was here, he might just turn back.
She also didn't mention that two other generals might be on the Luofu.
"There is nothing I don't dare to do. However, what I do is not for you to command."
"Of course. I have no interest in that either. By the way, here are the keys to the upper-level cells of the Shackling Prison and a catalog of the great enemies like you. Whether you release them or not is up to you."
Phantylia only needed Fenghuang to cause trouble; she didn't care about the rest.
Fenghuang walked towards the outside of the cell.
Phantylia watched his retreating back from behind, her eyes narrowed.
"I didn't expect that after seven hundred years, Fenghuang's courage hasn't diminished in the slightest. Well, I hope he can cause enough trouble for the Luofu's generals."
Phantylia thought to herself, then quietly left the Shackling Prison.
Fenghuang sensed her departure but didn't react at all, even feeling a sense of relief.
He wanted to do his own thing, and he couldn't have someone interfering with him. And that Lord Ravager disguised as a Foxian was someone who could affect his actions.
Now that she was gone, he could act freely.
Looking at the keys to the upper-level cells, Fenghuang decided to first go and devour those prisoners. Only by restoring his own strength could he take the next step.
Since that woman wants me to cause chaos, then I'll cause chaos in the Shackling Prison.
That woman expected him to cause a major disturbance in the prison to attract the attention of the Luofu's generals. Fenghuang also hoped that Phantylia's actions would make the generals focus their attention on her.
After all, as long as he controlled the situation in the prison, it wouldn't attract too much of the Xianzhou Alliance's strength at first.
If that were the case, no matter who won between that woman and the Luofu's generals, he could find a chance to escape the Xianzhou.
Yes, Fenghuang had never intended to do anything major here.
Leaving the Xianzhou Luofu was his most important task.
And in the process of leaving, whether it was eating those prisoners or releasing some prisoners of equal strength to him, they were all just means to an end.
Fenghuang had thought it through well, but he currently had no idea that there wasn't just one general on the Luofu, but three.
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