Chapter 1277 - All I Want Is Death
The ornately dressed young man’s words were calm and casual.
Yet the crowd broke out in cold sweats.
They were all prominent members of the Blue Luan Spirit Race. Each had far-reaching authority, and they could sit shoulder-to-shoulder with the leaders of even the stars’ top sects.
Yet now, every last one of them felt thoroughly ill at ease.
As one of the Six Ancient Guardian Clans, the Blue Luan Race had selected their nine young leaders from their ranks through incredibly cruel and bloody methods.
Every young leader had their own extraordinary qualities. They were unparalleled figures chosen from among the clan’s main-branch scions.
All nine were being trained as potential successors to the clan leader, and their positions were lofty and extraordinary.
Furthermore, all nine had gathered a group of the clan’s higher-ups, effectively forming nine distinct camps within the clan!
Over the years, countless conflicts had arisen between the nine young leaders.
It was much like how a mortal emperor’s sons fought to succeed him.
Whoever managed to crush his competition beneath his feet would succeed the clan leader’s position. Thus, the young leaders all accumulated power like mad, all the while suppressing the competition.
The old-timers of the Blue Luan Spirit Race all tacitly agreed to this!
The process was much like raising poison worms.
The nine young leaders fought and competed amongst themselves. The last man standing would take over as the next leader of the clan!
Over the years, six of the nine young leaders had already washed out. Only three remained.
And the ornately dressed young man seated before them was one of the three.
His name was Feng Yunlie. He was intelligent, with extraordinary talent. Auspicious clouds of the Grand Dao soared into the heavens upon his birth, and he drew attention throughout the clan.
He was the youngest of the nine young leaders, with the shallowest qualifications. At first, few thought highly of his chances.
But as time passed, Feng Yunlie gradually displayed his unimaginable methods and accumulations.
He’d defeated two of the six washed-out young leaders himself!
Feng Yunlie had pursued the Dao for thirty-nine thousand years, and he was in the late-stage Oneness Realm. His cultivation wasn’t the greatest of the nine young leaders, yet he had achieved victory amidst brutal competition time and time again.
Furthermore, although he was “only” in the Oneness Realm, Feng Yunlie could cross realms to fight and suppress even early-stage Cosmic Enlightenment World Kings!
It was for this reason that he was now one of the three candidates to succeed the clan leader. His position in the clan was even loftier than some of the older-generation experts.
Some of them even had to take the initiative to greet him when they saw him.
Those present had greater seniority than Feng Yunlue, but they averted their gazes before him and obeyed his every command. They were effectively his subordinates.
The black-robed man who’d delivered the report lowered his head and said with shame, “You’re right to chastise me, Young Leader. I’ll go resolve this now.”
He turned and was just about to leave when the seated Feng Yunlie said, “Wait.”
The black-robed man stiffened, then bowed. “What can I do for you, Young Leader?”
Feng Yunlie was still looking down at his beast skin map. He said casually, “Don’t destroy that Transcendent-level divine medicine. If you do, I’ll have your head.”
The black-robed man was instantly solemn, and he nodded his assent. “Understood!”
It was here that the old man in white seated beside Feng Yunlie said, “Xingya, you go too.”
A raspy voice emanated from a shadowed corner. “I only obey the young leader.”
Upon closer inspection, the speaker was a stick-thin man in long robes. His hair and beard were coarse, and he carried a white jade gourd. His entire body reeked of booze, and he was obviously intoxicated.
Feng Yunlie was stunned. He looked at the old man in white. “Is that truly necessary?”
The elder said warmly, “Better safe than sorry. This is someone who dared attack an expert of the Blue Luan Spirit Race. He’s either a blind, muddle-headed fool or a tough customer with good reason for confidence. And it seems to me that someone capable of exploring Crow Ridge and forcing Elder Muyun to retreat is unlikely to be stupid.”
Feng Yunlie thought for a moment. “Very well. Xingya, go investigate. Leave none alive.”
With that, he lowered his gaze and continued examining the beast skin map.
The drunken figure in the shadowed corner rose, stretched lazily, and strode into the distance.
The man in black robes hurried after him.
By the time the two of them disappeared from view, Feng Yunlie seemed to have forgotten about this trivial matter.
He said casually, “This time, our competition includes several old-timers from the ancient Yu Family, as well as a group of experts from the Church of the River of Stars. That said, even if conflict breaks out, I’m not afraid...”
Here, he furrowed his brow. “The only thing I can’t wrap my head around is why the Nine Heavens Pavilion isn’t getting involved. It’s truly strange.”
The old man in white smiled. “No need for concern, Young Leader. Yan Daolin agreed not to get involved, and he’s certain to keep his word.”
“Yan Daolin is difficult to read. Even my third clan uncle said he’s an unparalleled, ruthless schemer, the type to eat a man alive without pausing to spit up the bones. He told me to be careful and not to provoke trouble lightly.” Feng Yunlie gently rubbed his nose. “I hope he really won’t get involved in this competition for good fortune.”
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The peak of that black mountain.
A Daoist seal hovered before Su Yi.
His fingers shifted continuously, condensing all manner of hand seals, which he pressed into the seal.
This was a secret art for refining Dao weapons. It was called Star Origin Spirit Tempering. It was this very technique that the Temple Master once used to refine the Sword of the Human Realm into an unparalleled weapon among the greatest of its era.
Suddenly, three figures appeared silently in the distant skies.
They included the beautiful woman who’d protected this place before, as well as a man in black and the thin man holding a white jade wine gourd: Feng Muyun, Feng Shanhu, and Feng Xingya!
Feng Xingya was obviously their leader.
“Oh? He actually got his hands on a Transcendent-level Daoist seal? That kid’s quite something, huh?” the intoxicated Feng Xingya exclaimed.
“Clan Brother, ‘quite something’ is insufficient to describe him,” said Feng Muyun, her gaze full of trepidation as she transmitted every detail of her battle with Su Yi at top speed.
After hearing the full story, the black-robed Feng Shanhu couldn’t help but look impressed. “Late-stage Heavenly Longevity cultivation, yet he actually shattered the Ten Absolutes of Wind and Flame Formation and defeated an early-stage Cosmic Enlightenment expert like you? He’s... truly quite terrifying!”
“Interesting. Truly interesting!” Feng Xingya murmured. His drunken, drowsy gaze cleared, and he seemed excited as if he’d found something worthy of his attention.
“Have you ever seen anyone so heaven-defying before?” he asked.
Feng Muyun shook his head.
Feng Shanhu laughed bitterly. “I’ve never even heard of such a person, let alone seen one.”
“That’s what makes it interesting!” Feng Xingya clucked his tongue. “Seems to me that this ‘kid’ is most likely actually a scheming old fox. He’s hiding his cultivation, pretending to be a pig so he can eat a tiger!”
As he spoke, the depths of his gaze surged with divine radiance. Flecks of silver reminiscent of starlight slowly revolved like a whirlpool.
He then fixed his gaze on the distant peak, where Su Yi was refining the seal.
The Illusion-Breaking God Eyes! This was one of the Blue Luan Spirit Race’s forbidden arts. Only members of the main lineage capable of comprehending the Laws of Divine Wind were qualified to master this peak legacy
Feng Muyun and Feng Shandu’s gazes revealed a nigh imperceptible hint of jealousy. Both of them were branch members. Never mind learning a forbidden technique like the Illusion-Breaking God Eyes; they weren’t even allowed to contemplate the Laws of Divine Wind!
“No manners!”
A cold snort suddenly echoed throughout heaven and earth.
Su Yi was seated cross-legged on the peak of the black mountain. His brow furrowed.
Boom!
Invisible soul power shot from Su Yi, like an unsurpassed, tyrannical Dao Sword presiding over heaven and earth.
Practically simultaneously, Feng Xingya watched as Su Yi himself seemed to transform into a sword, suppressing the blue skies.
Indomitable sword intent seemed capable of crushing and shattering all of creation!
Feng Xingya felt a stinging pain in his eyes. His body stiffened, and he immediately stopped using the Illusion-Breaking God Eyes.
“What terrifying soul power!” Feng Xingya licked his lips. He wasn’t upset. On the contrary, it was as if he’d discovered incomparably enticing prey.
Feng Muyun and Feng Shanhu gasped.
The Illusion-Breaking Eyes were their clan’s forbidden technique. Rumor had it that they could see through all illusions and deceptions and perceive the true nature of all beings.
Yet now, a Heavenly Longevity Realm World King had blocked them!
“Just you three?” Over on the distant mountaintop, Su Yi put away the only half-refined seal, then rose, a hint of displeasure on his face.
Anyone would have been displeased after being interrupted like this.
“Aiyo, from the sound of things, he’s looking down on us!” Feng Xingya couldn’t help but laugh, swaying as he approached, his bearing idle and dissipated.
“But you’re wrong. I alone will be plenty,” laughed Feng Xingya.
He was as thin as a bamboo pole. His hair and beard were scraggly and unkempt, and he wore a brimless hat.
But as he walked, the terrifying power of the Laws surged around him, like wisps of dreamlike and ethereal flowing light.
He had the majesty of a sovereign descending into the world. Heaven and earth trembled, and the surrounding area was thrown into upheaval.
Feng Muyun and Feng Shanhu looked at each other, their gazes conflicted. They were astonished and awed, but also dejected.
Feng Xingya, an elder of the clan’s main lineage. He was in the early-stage Cosmic Enlightenment Realm just like them, but he was strong enough to crush the two branch-lineage experts with ease!
Out amongst the stars, even late-stage Cosmic Enlightenment powerhouses weren’t necessarily a match for him!
This was due to Feng Xingya’s power of the Grand Dao, the Laws of Divine Wind, and his cultivation technique, the greatest legacy of the Blue Luan Spirit Race!
“You?” Su Yi laughed dryly. “If you don’t want to die, heed my advice and leave. Otherwise, today will be your funeral.”
For an outsider, his understanding of the Blue Luan Spirit Race was unparalleled. He figured that no other non-member could compare to him in this regard.
He didn’t just understand the clan’s situation. He was also familiar with their legacies, their power of the Grand Dao, and their secret arts!
In his lifetime as the Temple Master, he and an old-timer of the Blue Luan Spirit Race once compared abilities, and they placed wagers on the outcome.
In the end, the old-timer lost terribly, and to his great humiliation, he had to serve as the Temple Master’s mount for a thousand years...
“My funeral?” Feng Xingya was stunned, and he couldn’t help but grin.
He raised his right hand, then placed his thumb on his head. “Come on, then! All I want is death! If you can’t kill me, I’ll... make your life worse than death!”
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