The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 128 Shili Slope

"Miss Yuqing, please take your time. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"

A gentle breeze blew, and a streak of blue light streaked across the sky, shooting past the head of the woman in green who was stepping down the mountain path.

"Hmph, you think you can get rid of me? No way!" Feng Yuqing suddenly snorted coldly, seemingly in a fit of pique. Her expression was very dissatisfied as she transformed into a streak of green light and chased after her.

After being dumped by Feng Ling once, she became very sensitive to this topic, and subtly blamed the humiliation she suffered at Feng Ling's hands on Ling Weiyun's clone.

After catching up with the withered old man, she happily revealed her pride and joy: "With my cultivation level, how could anyone possibly shake me off?"

"Sigh~!" Upon hearing this, the clone, which had slowed down, shook its head inwardly and put on a bitter smile.

Then, Ling Weiyun's clone raised an eyebrow, and the two of them immediately descended towards a large settlement outside Sunset City...

Shili Slope, cypress forest.

After one stick of incense...

The tender green grass in the forest swayed in the wind, and the glistening moisture slowly evaporated under the bright sun, causing a refreshing fragrance to spread for miles...

Located about 200 meters southeast of the cypress forest, there is a hidden black rock cave. The entrance to the cave is overgrown with weeds, making it look pitiful, dilapidated and desolate.

Five meters away from the cave, in a clump of debris, the man in black, who had finally arrived after several detours, was crouching down, staring intently at the entrance of the stone cave.

"Baiwu really chose a secluded location!" The man in black pursed his lips, and taking advantage of a passing dark cloud overhead, a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he slowly moved toward the two black-clad men with knives who were standing guard and patrolling outside the cave.

"Sigh~, when do you think the sect leader will be back?" Perhaps finding the gatekeeper's job too tedious and boring, the two started chatting idly.

"It's not good for us two brothers to keep suffering like this." It was midday, the time when the sun was at its strongest, even in late autumn.

The two of them were sweating profusely, and naturally they would complain to each other from time to time.

"Just accept it! But the sun is scorching hot today!" Hearing this, the other person sighed helplessly and looked up at the enormous, blood-red fireball that was unbelievably dazzling.

"Whoosh...!" An unusual warm breeze blew by. Perhaps he was too engrossed, or perhaps his complaints were too deep, because even though the surroundings became eerily quiet, it did not attract the attention of the man in black.

"Huh? It's raining? Hei Yin, let's go!" Hei Yang asked in confusion, raising his sleeve to wipe away the liquid that had splashed into his eyes. Then, he was secretly pleased, knowing that rain meant it was time to "finish."

He muttered to himself, "I wonder if the two stewards have finished dealing with that little wench yet? But that person is really stupid. She managed to escape by luck, so why did she have to come back and walk right into our trap?"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his toes lift off the ground as a large, blood-stained hand suddenly gripped Hei Yang's neck.

"Hei Yin, why are you pinching me?" The next moment, when she saw the face of the person in front of her, her fear turned into anger.

Hei Yang was furious with this guy called Hei Yin. He could joke around normally, but now he was even trying to pull off a horrific murder. After a long silence, Hei Yang noticed something was wrong. Just as he was struggling to suppress the increasing feeling of suffocation, he caught a glimpse of a thin, bloody crack on the other man's neck.

"Pfft...!" Then, a head rolled off, and a jet of bright red, hot blood spurted three meters high, most of it landing on Hei Yang's face. His labored breathing suddenly stopped, leaving him completely stunned.

"Don't take any chances...!" A cold voice rang out from behind the fallen corpse of Hei Yin. Feng Ling flung the man in black to the ground and raised an eyebrow to create a soundproof barrier around the two of them.

"Spare me, spare me...! I didn't do anything!" With a thud, Hei Yang coughed and quickly got up from the ground, kowtowing to the black-clad man in front of him and begging for mercy.

The fact that his companions had been killed had terrified him so much that his legs went numb. He had no doubt that he could lose his life if he wasn't careful!
"Tell me quickly, what's the terrain, the number of people, and their cultivation levels inside!" Feng Ling's domineering words came out, carrying an undisguised threat.

"Alright, I'll tell you... but you have to promise to spare me!" Seeing the other party's cold gaze, Hei Yang shrank back, having no other choice.

"Twenty meters into the cave, turn left..." Sensing that the man in black was about to kill him, Hei Yang was so anxious he was almost crying.

Gritting his teeth, he said aggrievedly, "Those who went directly to the main hall of announcements were mostly at the sixth to eighth level of cultivation, with only two surviving at the ninth level, making a total of over thirty people...!"

"Bang!" As soon as Hei Yang finished speaking, his mind went black and he slammed hard to the ground. Then Feng Ling gently clapped his hands, thus crippling the other party's cultivation.

"So afraid of death, yet you still dare to come out and cause trouble?" He raised an eyebrow, casually tossed the unconscious man in black into the bushes beside the cave, and leisurely slipped towards the cave entrance.

As the other party had instructed, Feng Ling easily crossed the several-dozen-meter-long passage. Perhaps out of excessive fear of Feng Ling's power, the man didn't dare to lie to him.

After dealing with several seventh-rank evil spirit masters guarding the passage along the way, everything proceeded relatively smoothly.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from ahead, interspersed with a mocking laugh: "Haha, little lady~, you're quite stubborn, aren't you...!"

A glimmer of light appeared ahead of the source of the sound. Feng Ling frowned, quickened his pace unconsciously, and suddenly disappeared after passing through the passage.

A faint current of air surged in from the passage, then climbed to the top of the Xuan Shi Hall. As it swept across the entire area, the figure of a woman in white with blood on her clothes came into view.

"Senior Sister Leng!"

The man in black trembled. He wanted to attack immediately, but he held back, as he still had some doubts that needed to be resolved.

"Achoo!..." A sixth-level evil spirit master suddenly shuddered, instinctively looking fearfully into the dark passage behind him, and muttered, "Could there be a ghost?"

At this moment, thirty people had gathered around Xuan Shi Tang. It seemed that, including those encountered earlier, all the other evil spirit masters had gathered here.

"Perfect for catching them all in one fell swoop!" he muttered to himself. This was convenient for someone who came with the idea of ​​taking everything in one fell swoop.

"Gui Zhu, don't be paranoid!" A lean man beside him whispered a reminder. The man called Gui Zhu immediately covered his mouth and glanced around cautiously.

(End of this chapter)