Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 142 - 131: Scapegoat, Old Friend_1

Chapter 131: Scapegoat, Old Friend_1

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“Impossible!”

Zhang Can was dumbfounded by the scene before him, a scene that overturned all his life’s experiences.

He had personally seen the Ocher Drill pierce the other’s heart. How could he possibly still be alive?!

Seeing the other trying to run, he didn’t have time to ponder. He quickly recalled the Ocher Drill, pouring his mana into it again. This time, he used all his strength.

His target was not the heart, but the other’s neck!

Although qi refining cultivators were much more physically robust than mortals, a blow to the neck would surely be fatal.

Whoosh!

The Ocher Drill took flight!

Immediately, it struck the other’s neck at an extremely fast speed.

Yet another scene that left Zhang Can dumbstruck unfolded!

The small cultivator was hit in the neck by the Ocher Drill, his entire body propelled away by its immense force.

However, the other party just got up, once again discarded the Ocher Drill stuck in his neck and sprinted away!

There was not even a wound on his neck!

As he ran, the other party’s speed strangely slowed down.

This qi refining cultivator, he’s up to something!

“Zhang Can! Just what the hell are you doing!?”

Not far away, the red-haired cultivator who was struggling to breathe due to Ye Lingyu’s relentless attacks couldn’t help but yell angrily.

Hearing the incessant urgings of the red-haired cultivator, and unable to subdue the other party, Zhang Can’s eyes turned bloodshot.

“Damn it! I don’tbelieve it!”

This time, he violently bit his own palm and quickly formed a seal.

The remaining Yin Ghost in his body transformed into a powerful soul power and poured into his Spiritual Government.

In an instant, he felt the soul power within his body surge dramatically!

Then, he slowly opened his mouth.

“Om!”

Soul power that far surpassed that of early-stage foundation establishment suddenly spread out from him towards the little qi refining cultivator.

The other party’s running body really did freeze in an instant!

Zhang Can closed the distance in a few strides, stood in front of the other party, and extended his hand towards the other’s dantian, with his mana flowing into his palm.

This time, he would personally rupture the other’s dantian.

He refused to believe that if the dantian was ruptured, the young cultivator would still be hopping around!

However, at the moment his palm reached the other’s dantian, Zhang Can’s expression drastically changed!

He then quickly withdrew his hand like he’d received an electric shock!

But, it was too late!

Between the other party’s belly and ribs, an astonishing sword-light shone brightly!

If one were to say that Ye Lingyu’s sword was as cold and lonely as frost, then this sword was like a mighty river, it poured out irresistibly!

The waves of the sword rolled, the sound of the sword howled!

Thump!

Zhang Can’s corpse fell to the ground. In his eyes, there was still a trace of shock, disbelief, and a thick sense of unwillingness.

This shocking change did not escape the notice of the red-haired cultivator and Ye Lingyu, and they both stopped their actions almost simultaneously.

Then, they were astonished to see a figure next to Wang Ba. They didn’t know when, but a figure had appeared.

The figure was floating in mid-air, looking vivid yet unreal.

Seeing this figure, Ye Lingyu looked surprised, then as if she had thought of something, her body shivered and her expression turned shocked!

Wang Ba, who had narrowly regained consciousness from Zhang Can’s soul attack, also looked doubtfully at the dignified figure standing with his back to him. He was stunned, not believing what he was seeing:

“Zhao… Senior Brother Zhao?!”

“You’re not dead?!”

However, he immediately shook his head.

It was impossible, he had seen the corpse of Senior Brother Zhao with his own eyes.

He even once thought about burying Senior Brother Zhao, but couldn’t find his body anywhere, presumably taken away by the members of the Tianmen Cult.

However, hearing the surprise in Wang Ba’s voice,

The figure with his back to him slowly turned around.

With his cold and aloof demeanor, there could be no one else but Zhao Feng.

However, he seemed more detached and calm than before. Upon hearing the comment, he revealed a faint, carefree smile:

“Hehe, I did die, but I didn’t completely die.”

Hearing Zhao Feng’s words, Wang Ba was somewhat at a loss, but his confusion was soon replaced by great joy.

“Senior Brother Zhao, it’s good that you’re still alive, but how did you deceive the people of the Tianmen Cult?”

Zhao Feng glanced around and smiled: “No rush, let’s deal with these people first.”

The red-haired cultivator, sensing something amiss, immediately abandoned Ye Lingyu and activated his flight magic tool.

In a flash, he flew hundreds of yards away.

However, despite this, Zhao Feng remained calm and flicked a sword with a snap of his fingers.

Thud!

A sword-light leaped up and quickly flew away like a dancing sword, quickly catching up with the other and gently turning around the red-haired cultivator’s neck.

Suddenly, the body parts separated!

“Huh?”

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised, then he pointed with his finger.

The sword-light immediately pierced through an empty space, followed by a scream.

The red-haired cultivator was dead!

This move was similar to Ye Lingyu’s previous strike that killed a cultivator of the Tianmen Cult, but it seemed much more effortless and free.

Witnessing this scene, Ye Lingyu’s eyes revealed seriousness.

On the other side, Gao Yong, a cultivator of the Incense Fire Dao, also sensed danger and quickly started to run.

However, Zhao Feng was still launching a sword with a snap of his finger. The opponent hadn’t gotten far before he was dismembered, even his soul couldn’t escape.

The sword-light gently stirred, picked a few storage bags from the two bodies, and returned to Wang Ba’s side, tossing all the storage bags to him.

“All right, now we can talk.”

Some smile appeared on Zhao Feng’s cold face as he casually signaled to Ye Lingyu on the side.

“You’re Junior Sister Ye, right? You’ve already achieved perfect foundation establishment… It seems I’ve been asleep for quite a while.”

At Zhao Feng’s words, Ye Lingyu hesitated and called him ‘Senior Brother Zhao’, then her face turned pale. She quickly sat cross-legged, took out some healing pills, and began to quickly recover her strength.

Meanwhile, Wang Ba couldn’t wait to ask:

“Senior brother, what’s going on? And how come you… seem even more powerful than before?”

“For that, you should be thanked.”

Zhao Feng said with a smile.

“Me?”

Wang Ba was stunned.

“If it wasn’t for you to continually infuse mana, and suddenly deposit a great amount of mana into the ‘Soul Nurturing Bead’, even if I woke up, I would be no different from before I died.”

Zhao Feng said candidly.

Great amount of mana… must refer to those two top-grade Blood Method Pills.

Thinking back on the tremendous mana in the Blood Method Pills, Wang Ba couldn’t help but nod repeatedly: indeed, it can be called a huge amount.

It is estimated that even for a Foundation Establishment Competitor, it would certainly be astonishing.

He led the massive amount of mana from the Blood Method Pills into the bead as a desperate measure under the pressure of the Incense-burning Dao Cultivator.

After all, though the Scapegoat Divine Ability could help him avoid lethal damage, passive defense would eventually lose its effectiveness.

However, Wang Ba quickly caught on to a point.

“The Soul Nurturing Bead? You mean the bead you shot into me before?”

“Yes,” Zhao Feng nodded, and explained: “You should know that I possess the ‘clear sword heart’ talent. Those who possess this talent often have a great advantage in the Sword Dao.”

“But in reality, I was always unable to fully exploit this talent due to the limitations of my physical body and various entanglements in my heart.”

“Until the master thought of a way for me, he stripped out my clear sword heart, along with part of my soul, completely, and turned it into a seed, planting it in the Class III treasure, the ‘Soul Nurturing Bead’.”

“Once the clear sword heart completely evolves the swordsmanship that the master passed down to me, I can take back the clear sword heart. At that time, I might be able to step into the Golden Core Realm with this.”

“Unfortunately, the Tianmen Cult launched a surprise attack, and the sect was tragically defeated. Even the master died unfortunately. I knew that Senior Brother Lu has always been wary of my talent and wouldn’t leave me alive. So, I could only place my hopes on you.”

“Now it seems, my intuition was correct.”

Wang Ba realized why Zhao Feng said he hadn’t completely died after his death.

The Zhao Feng in front of him was, to a greater extent, Zhao Feng’s remnant soul, rather than Zhao Feng himself.

However, this remnant soul gradually became complete under the nurturing of the Soul Nurturing Bead and his long-term input of mana, and even replaced the original body, becoming the real Zhao Feng.

After all, the consciousness of the body and the remnant soul are shared.

After the other soul was extinguished, considering Zhao Feng in front of him as the real person was not unreasonable.

From a certain point of view, Zhao Feng has regained new life.

Thinking of this, Wang Ba couldn’t help but feel happy for Zhao Feng.

Since he started on the path of cultivation, the person who has helped him the most is probably Zhao Feng.

He could only watch as Zhao Feng went to his death in the past, but now he could help him to resurrect, which finally cleared a regret from his heart.

When Wang Ba was about to say something,

Zhao Feng suddenly turned his head, looking at Ye Lingyu, who was meditating, with a surprised and doubtful gaze.

No, not just Ye Lingyu, but also the Class III sword next to her.

His gaze went back and forth between the two.

The smile on his face, which was there when he was talking to Wang Ba, gradually disappeared.

“Senior brother, what’s wrong?”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Zhao Feng looked complex and didn’t speak. Suddenly he said:

“Tell me, what changes have taken place after my death.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba quickly recounted everything he knew.

“So those are cultivators of Incense Fire Dao… Yushui City… East Saint Sect… Tianmen Cult… ”

“I see.”

Zhao Feng sighed, then looked at the Class III magic sword again, with some inexplicable fear in his eyes.

With a clear sword heart, he could see through many seemingly unrelated but closely related things at a glance.

He suddenly spoke again:

“Junior brother, your soul aura is controlled by Tianmen Cult, I don’t have a solution for this at the moment, but, you should know me.”

“You can go back to the Tianmen Cult first and stay safely. Be sure to protect yourself.”

“As soon as I find a solution, I will come to find you immediately.”

Wang Ba was stunned for a moment, and then promptly reacted: “Senior brother, are you leaving? Are you going back to the East Saint Sect?”

Zhao Feng nodded, but then shook his head.

“I’m not returning to the East Saint Sect. I have repaid all the kindness that the Sect has shown me. Now, it’s time for me to focus on my own cultivation.”

The Class III magic sword next to Ye Lingyu was silent.

“But senior brother, you’re just a soul now…”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but hesitate.

“It doesn’t matter if I want to seize a body, it’s as easy as turning over my hand, even if it’s not as easy as a Golden Core cultivator.”

Zhao Feng shook his head.

For some reason, Wang Ba always felt there was something strange about Zhao Feng’s words, like there was an implied meaning.

Just then, Ye Lingyu, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes and said angrily:

“Zhao Feng, are you insinuating me?”