2 chapters will be uploaded on daily basis i.e. 14 Chapters will be uploaded every week apart from the bonus chapters.
1 Bonus Chapter will be uploaded for every 50 Power Stones or 1000 Collections.
All interested readers can read advanced chapters on: Free Members of Patreon can read 10 Chapters ahead of Webnovel for FREE.
[email protected]/Kingdom_Of_Ink
×××××××××××××××
"Who goes there?!"
Feng Xiao was still a hundred meters away from the Spirit Hall camp when four dark figures, like ghosts, flashed into existence, surrounding him.
A chilling killing intent solidified in the air, and sharp weapons gleamed with cold light under the moonlight.
Facing the sudden encirclement, Feng Xiao remained composed.
He held the Fuxi Zither steadily with one hand, while slowly raising the other, revealing a gleaming Elder token in his palm.
"This is..."
The four Spirit Hall powerhouses' gazes sharpened, and when they clearly saw the unique Texture on the token, their expressions drastically changed.
They all simultaneously knelt on one knee.
"Subordinates greet Elder!"
Their unified voices echoed in the night, and the previously sharp aura instantly transformed into respect.
The leading Spirit Master bowed even deeper, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead—if he had acted even half a beat faster just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Stop!"
A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out, and three figures slowly walked out from the forest.
Under the moonlight, the leader was a graceful woman, her red lips slightly pursed, and her pink eyes revealing sharpness and scrutiny—it was Hu Liena, the leader of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
"Who are you?" Her gaze fell on the token in Feng Xiao's hand, and her voice suddenly deepened, "Why do you have my Spirit Hall's Elder token?"
Before her words finished, the four Spirit Saints who had been kneeling on one knee suddenly stood up, their spirit rings instantly blooming, and a vast spirit power instantly locked onto Feng Xiao.
Seven spirit rings revolved around them, and the air seemed to solidify at this moment, a murderous intent spreading.
Feng Xiao's expression remained calm, but his gaze flickered slightly—the Hu Liena before him was no longer the young girl who used to follow Xie Yue.
Now, she was enveloped in a cold, murderous aura, clearly a transformation after her training in Slaughter City.
Feng Xiao's lips curved into a gentle smile: "It's been many years, Holy Maiden, your demeanor is even more splendid than before."
Hu Liena's brows furrowed slightly, her gaze lingering on Feng Xiao's face for a moment, then falling upon the Fuxi Zither in his arms.
In an instant, memories surged like a tide—that genius Spirit Master who had won the championship in the Spirit Master Tournament.
"It's you?" Her red lips parted slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "How did you appear here?"
The man before her was tall and straight, with a calm and reserved demeanor, and dark blue hair, completely different from the black-haired youth in her memory.
Had it not been for that familiar Spirit, she would have barely been able to connect the two.
She lightly raised her delicate hand, making an obscure gesture.
The four Spirit Saints exchanged glances; although they had doubts, they still respectfully reined in their spirit power and retreated to the side—this Holy Maiden's status in Spirit Hall was already incomparable to what it once was.
Feng Xiao smiled calmly, his fingertip lightly tracing the Texture on the Elder token: "What, do I, an honorary Elder, not even have the right to participate in Spirit Hall's operations?" His tone was relaxed, yet it carried an undeniable meaning, "This trip was personally invited by Supreme Pontiff."
"Teacher invited you?" Hu Liena's pupils constricted slightly, and her red lips unconsciously tightened.
This answer clearly exceeded her expectations.
Feng Xiao shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Absolutely genuine."
At this moment, Xie Yue and Yan stepped forward, one on each side, their spirit power faintly visible around them.
Xie Yue's narrow eyes glinted with cold light, while Yan unreservedly released a scorching aura.
They vigilantly stared at Feng Xiao, clearly full of suspicion towards this suddenly appearing "honorary Elder."
"Nana," Xie Yue said in a low voice, "We haven't received any notification." His finger was already pressed against the hilt of his Moon Blade, ready to strike at any moment.
The atmosphere of the entire camp instantly became tense.
"Presumptuous!" Yan's eyes burned with fierce battle intent, and scorching spirit power surged around him, "How dare you impersonate Supreme Pontiff? Kid, are you tired of living?"
His fists cracked as he clenched them; the humiliation of being defeated by Feng Xiao in one move under the watchful eyes of the crowd still remained a thorn in his heart.
Now that enemies met, the suppressed frustration and anger were almost ready to burst forth.
Hu Liena did not speak to stop him, merely stepping back half a pace without a change in expression.
She knew very well what her teammate was thinking; this proud Flame Lord needed a battle to prove himself.
Moreover, her peripheral vision swept over the shadows of the camp, where the auras of the two Douluo, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, were faintly discernible.
With these two Titled Douluo overseeing the situation, everything was under control.
A playful smile appeared on her lips.
Five years had passed; to what extent had the young man who had astounded everyone in the Spirit Master Tournament back then grown?
She also wanted to witness it firsthand.
Seeing this, Feng Xiao's lips curved into a helpless arc: "It seems… your progress over these years has given you enough confidence."
Before his words finished, seven brilliant light rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, black!
Each spirit ring emitted a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation, especially those four deep, ten-thousand-year spirit rings, which were as captivating as an abyss.
"Seven-ring Spirit Saint?!" Hu Liena and Xie Yue both gasped simultaneously.
As members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, they had only recently managed to break through the sixty-level threshold, yet this young man, who was even younger than them, had already surpassed them by an entire major realm!
A suffocating pressure permeated the air; Feng Xiao merely releasing his spirit rings made the three prodigies feel a heavy burden on their shoulders.
Hu Liena's beautiful eyes flashed with horror, and she secretly mused: "Breaking the conventional age limit from the third spirit ring onwards… is it because of those spirit rings?" She keenly noticed that the aura emitted by these spirit rings was far more powerful than that of Spirit Masters of the same level.
Yan's face instantly became unsightly, and his clenched fists unconsciously loosened a bit.
"No need to waste time," Feng Xiao's fingertip lightly brushed a zither string, and a clear, melodious sound reverberated in the night.
In an instant, the World fell silent.
Hu Liena's pupils constricted, and she was horrified to find that she couldn't even move a single finger.
Falling leaves froze in mid-air, the chirping of insects and birds abruptly ceased, and even her own heartbeat disappeared—the entire World seemed to have been paused.
"This is… a Domain?!" she screamed in her heart, but no sound came out.
Even more terrifyingly, the spirit power within her body was like a frozen river, completely unresponsive no matter how hard she tried to activate it.
She desperately tried to unleash her Slaughter God Domain, but despairingly found that even the power of her Domain was completely suppressed.
Fear surged like a tide, and in those foxy eyes, her pupils contracted violently and uncontrollably.
She had never felt such terrifying suppression—this had already exceeded her understanding of Domains.
Feng Xiao, holding the Fuxi Zither, slowly walked past the three of them.
As his clothes fluttered, the three could only watch helplessly as his back gradually faded into the distance, without even the slightest room for resistance.
In this absolute silent Domain, only the fear growing wildly deep within their hearts silently spoke of the gap between them.
"Enough, kid.
That's enough."
A cold voice suddenly rang out in Feng Xiao's mind, like ice from the netherworld.
Before the words finished, a black mist had already condensed in front of Feng Xiao, forming the iconic eerie figure of Ghost Douluo.
Feng Xiao smiled knowingly, and with a gentle pluck of the zither string, the solidified space-time shattered like a mirror, and the static World regained its vitality.
Hu Liena and the other two breathed a sigh of relief, stumbling back a few steps, gasping for breath, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
"I greet Senior Ghost Douluo," Feng Xiao elegantly bowed, his posture composed and unhurried.
"No need for formalities," Gui Mei, uncharacteristically, nodded slightly, his tone even carrying a hint of solemnity.
Having served beside the Supreme Pontiff for many years, he knew better than anyone what terrifying power lay hidden behind this young man.
This scene caused a storm in the hearts of the three Golden Generation members who were still trying to regain their breath.
To be treated with such respect by a Titled Douluo, just who was this Feng Xiao?
Hu Liena's gaze towards Feng Xiao deepened with a few more shades of awe.
Feng Xiao nodded slightly, his gentle voice carrying just the right amount of respect: "May I ask where Supreme Pontiff is at this moment?"
Gui Mei's black robe trembled slightly, and his hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Supreme Pontiff Palace is entangled in state affairs; His Majesty will arrive in a few days." He paused, his sinister gaze sweeping over the distant Star Dou Great Forest, "His Majesty has ordered that if you come, you are to act with us.
Our target this time is precisely that fish that slipped through the net in the Spirit Master Tournament."
"This junior understands," Feng Xiao's lips held a faint smile, his posture humble yet composed, "Everything will be according to Senior's arrangements."
Gui Mei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his black robe fluttering without wind: "Follow me.
The camp is just ahead; before His Majesty arrives, we only need to pinpoint the target's whereabouts." He gave Feng Xiao a meaningful look, "Remember, do not alert the enemy."
Feng Xiao's lips curved slightly, his fingertip lightly tracing the zither strings: "If Senior trusts me, I do have a way to find the target, and I guarantee it won't alert them in the slightest."
Gui Mei's brows furrowed beneath his black robe: "Little Feng, according to intelligence, that fish that slipped through the net is also guarded by two hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beasts; this matter is not trivial."
"Senior, please let me try." Feng Xiao's slender fingers pressed against the zither strings, "My zither music can travel a hundred li and reflect back when it encounters an object.
Within my Domain, every sound wave is inescapable." His eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, "This sound will be like the wind to the Spirit Beasts; they will definitely not suspect anything."
Gui Mei's eyes flickered with a faint light; after a moment of contemplation, he nodded: "Good!
If this method works, I can report back to His Majesty sooner."
Feng Xiao smiled knowingly, and his spirit power suddenly surged around him.
The Fuxi Zither floated in mid-air, its seven strings moving without wind.
He saw his ten fingers, like butterflies dancing through flowers, gently pluck the strings—"Zheng!"
A thunderous zither sound exploded, and visible sound wave ripples rapidly spread out with Feng Xiao as the center.
Hu Liena and the others only felt their eardrums vibrate; when they tried to listen closely, the zither sound had already transformed into countless tiny waves, silently merging into the vast forest.
"That's enough; let's return to the camp and wait for news," Feng Xiao's lips held a faint smile, his Domain power still circulating around him.
Gui Mei's black robe moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Leaving now, won't it affect the detection?"
"Senior, rest assured," Feng Xiao's fingertip lightly tapped the void, and invisible sound waves rippled within the Domain, "The sound waves spread like water ripples; the camp is at a suitable distance, perfectly within the Perception range."
Gui Mei nodded slightly, his black robe fluttering without wind: "Then let's depart." With that, he took the lead.
Feng Xiao calmly followed, his clothes fluttering, his Domain power following him like a shadow.
Behind him, Hu Liena and the other two exchanged glances, all seeing unconcealed shock in each other's eyes.
Once upon a time, the young man who first showed his brilliance in the Spirit Master Tournament had now reached a height they needed to look up to.
Yan unconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort; Xie Yue gazed at that back with complex eyes; and Hu Liena lightly bit her red lips, her eyes sparkling with an indescribable light.
As Feng Xiao followed Gui Mei and his group into the Spirit Hall camp, he immediately saw Yue Guan leaning against an ancient tree, eyes closed in meditation.
Sensing their return, Yue Guan slowly opened his enchanting eyes, his gaze lingering on Feng Xiao for a moment, then raising an eyebrow at Gui Mei: "Old Ghost, this is…?"
"Senior, long time no see," Feng Xiao stepped forward, performing an elegant bow.
Gui Mei concisely uttered a few words: "The kid who plays the zither."
Yue Guan's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he circled Feng Xiao, exclaiming in wonder: "After a few years, you've truly undergone a transformation, kid." He gestured with his hand, "Not only have you grown a lot taller, but your temperament also…"
Feng Xiao smiled slightly, explaining: "This junior absorbed an over-limit spirit ring during his growth period, so his physique was inevitably affected by the spirit ring's characteristics." As he spoke, his fingertip lightly brushed the Fuxi Zither suspended beside him, and the strings emitted a clear resonance, as if the seven spirit rings were confirming his statement.
"Spirit Saint?" Yue Guan nodded in surprise, his gaze lingering on Feng Xiao's four pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit rings for a moment, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
"Old Ghost should have already explained it to you, right? Supreme Pontiff will arrive soon," Yue Guan gently stroked the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in his hand, his gaze burning as he looked at Feng Xiao.
Feng Xiao was about to respond when his ear twitched slightly, and a glint flashed in his eyes: "Found it."
"Found it?" Gui Mei's black robe trembled, and his hoarse voice was filled with urgency, "In what direction?"
Yue Guan frowned in confusion: "What's going on?"
Hu Liena quickly whispered a brief explanation of Feng Xiao's detection ability.
Feng Xiao closed his eyes and concentrated, his finger lightly tapping towards the southeast: "About a hundred li from here, there's a lake.
On the shore sits a colossal creature, and another powerful Spirit Beast lurks in the lake, and by the lakeside there's…" He paused, "a wooden house."
"Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python!" Yue Guan's chrysanthemum in his hand suddenly bloomed, and he exclaimed excitedly, "It's definitely that fish that slipped through the net!"
Gui Mei's black robe fluttered without wind, and he made a decisive decision: "I'll go confirm.
Yue Guan, you stay here with them and await orders." His sinister gaze swept over everyone, "If the intelligence is accurate, I'll immediately return to the Palace to send a message." Before his words finished, he had already transformed into a black mist and vanished into the night.
Yue Guan gently twirled the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in his hand, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present: "Has everyone heard clearly?
From now on—" His voice suddenly deepened, and the pressure of a Titled Douluo instantly enveloped the entire area, "No one is allowed to leave the camp even half a step without permission."
Hu Liena and the other two immediately knelt on one knee: "We obey Elder's command!"
Yue Guan nodded slightly with satisfaction, and his tone became a bit more cordial when he turned to Feng Xiao: "Little Feng, you can wait here for Supreme Pontiff to arrive.
If you feel bored…" He gave the Golden Generation a meaningful glance, "You young people might as well exchange pointers."
"Oh?" Feng Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, his smiling gaze falling on Hu Liena and the other two.
Yan and Xie Yue unconsciously averted their gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.
Only Hu Liena met Feng Xiao's gaze without hesitation, complex ripples appearing in her foxy eyes.
In a trance, she seemed to see again the figure in Slaughter City that had haunted her dreams.
"I wonder if Tang Yin were here, could he compete with him…" This thought flashed through Hu Liena's mind, and a hint of melancholy involuntarily appeared on her delicate face.
She subconsciously touched her chest, where an unspeakable affection was hidden forever.
As the night wind blew, a few strands of golden hair brushed across her slightly flushed cheeks, adding a touch of poignant melancholy.