Chapter 121: Han Fei Zi

  On the mountain peak, the mysterious wheel's eyes flashed, as if suddenly thinking of something, its pupils suddenly contracted. At this moment, He Feng's figure in the midst of the surging energy and blood suddenly accelerated, following the iron chain at a rapid pace, taking several dozen feet with each step. Soon, he would reach the end of the first segment of the iron chain, and judging by his speed, it wouldn't take long for him to successfully arrive at the stone pillar at the end of the first segment.

  "He's not going to charge into the Huan Shan chain!" Xuan Lun's expression changed, and a thought arose in his mind that made him feel uneasy.

  "No, this is not right! He wants to prove something with this, or else...!" Xuan Lun's eyes widened, and the speculation in his mind expanded infinitely. As he looked at the gentle breeze approaching the first stone pillar, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

  He suddenly raised his right hand, pointed to his own brow, and pulled out three strands of black air from his brow. In front of him, they transformed into three blurry figures that were trembling with fear.

  As they looked, the three figures were two old men and a young girl. Their faces showed pain, as if they were wailing, but no sound came out. However, under the pointing of the Mystic Wheel, it seemed to break their shackles, allowing the mournful voices of the three figures to suddenly reverberate around them.

  "The Wind..."

  "Brother..."

  That sound suddenly appeared, making all the onlookers stunned, and at the same time, the gentle breeze that was not far from the end of the iron chain suddenly trembled, turned its head abruptly, with tears in its eyes, and saw the three figures in front of the mysterious wheel.

  Seeing He Feng stop in his tracks, Xuan Lun let out a breath of relief inside, and with a cold hum, his right hand pinched the girl's shadow, intentionally slowing down, intentionally making the girl let out a mournful scream, as if her entire body was being torn apart again, and slowly devoured bit by bit.

  The sound reverberated, causing everyone who witnessed it to be shocked and stunned.

  Su Ming watched this scene, furrowed his brow, and sighed silently. He had long guessed that He Feng was a man with a past.

  His body trembled with a fierce wind, staring intently at the distant mysterious wheel. Outsiders couldn't see his expression, only that he was silent for a moment before suddenly turning around and continuing to walk forward, but his body trembled even more violently.

  Just then, another mournful cry came, and the cry was mixed with a call that could tear people's hearts apart.

  "Wind... save me..."

  In the palm of Xuan Lun, after pinching to pieces that black silhouette of the girl, he then pinched one of the two old men's silhouettes, slowly pinching until that miserable cry grew weak. Seeing He Feng's trembling body, as if unable to move forward but instead wanting to fall down, he again pinched the last black silhouette.

  In that terrifying scream, Su Ming saw the gentle breeze on the iron chain spurt out a mouthful of blood, take an unstable step forward, and fall into the abyss with one foot empty.

  Su Ming watched this scene, he thought of his own tribe, thought of the brutal scenes in the migration, thought of that Bi Tu's ferocity.

  "If a beast is not strong, it will become people's food. If a person is not strong, he will be controlled by the strong and his fate will be decided, even if he resists, it won't have much effect... This is the law of the jungle."

  "To change everything, I must make myself... a strong one!" Su Ming's eyes had no sympathy, only a firm determination and persistence.

  With a wry smile, his body rapidly plummeted downwards into the deep abyss. He closed his eyes; he had too many things left undone, and his vengeance was still unfulfilled, but all of this seemed to have lost its opportunity.

  Xuan Lun stood up, took a few quick steps and stood at the top of the mountain, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He was waiting for the opponent to make the fatal move, then he would use Pu Xuan's power to retrieve the opponent's broken body. He knew that in the depths of the iron chain abyss, there existed a terrible force that even he did not dare to enter lightly. Only these three departments could safely enter and exit under certain special rituals.

  But just then, a soft sigh suddenly rose in the sky, and a white figure emerged from the first floor of the Han Mountain City. The figure was slender and delicate, it was a woman, her feet were on a cloud, as if carrying her body, transformed into a white rainbow rushing towards He Feng who was falling down with the iron chain.

  Its speed was so fast that it suddenly approached, causing the body of He Feng with closed eyes to fall onto a patch of white cloud.

  Xuan Lun's eyes flashed, staring at the woman, but he didn't speak, as if he also harbored some fear.

  Even the appearance of this woman and her rescue of He Feng's actions did not elicit any response from within the Puqiang department, as if they had tacitly approved of her actions.

  The woman was dressed in white, with a strip of white gauze on her face, so that her features could not be seen clearly; but her eyes were very beautiful, as if they held some strange fascination, which made one feel drawn into their depths.

  Su Ming's heart skipped a beat. This woman was the one he saw last night, talking to He Feng, but at this moment, she seemed different from yesterday.

  "Senior Xuan Lun, this person had known Yan Fei in his early years, so Yan Fei lent a hand to save him. I hope Senior won't blame him." The woman's voice was pleasant to listen to, but it contained a hint of coldness, like a chilly wind blowing by, making one feel a lingering chill after hearing it.

  "No harm done, if I had known about this earlier, I wouldn't have interfered in the first place. It was a misunderstanding, but after all, he and I are sworn enemies. I hope you can understand, Han Fei." Xuan Lun's face squeezed out a smile, his expression turning warm.

  "Senior and this person's matter, Yan Fei naturally will not participate." The woman finished speaking, her feet stepped on the white cloud, carrying the unconscious He Feng, flew towards the distant Yan Chi Department mountain peak.

  As he left, Xuan Lun was silent for a moment there, and with a swing of his large sleeve, he also returned to the second floor.

  Under the iron chain connecting to the mountain peak of Yan Chi, those eight huge stone pillars, at this moment, slowly sank down amidst the rumbling sounds, and finally disappeared into the depths of the abyss, causing the iron chain to hang loose, swaying in the wind.

  Until everything returned to normal, in this dusk, Su Ming gazed at the woman's distant figure, and heard the whispers of the people around him.

  "It's Han Fei Zi!"

  Yan Chi Department's Tian Jiao's daughter, also favored by a certain elder of the Tian Han Sect, is half a member of the Tian Han Sect. It is said that she should have been taken in long ago, but she asked to wait until next time the Tian Han Sect recruits disciples before entering the sect.

  "I've also heard about this, but even so, she's still respectfully referred to as Han Fei Zi, which is the highest honor, said to be bestowed by that elder from the Tian Han Sect."

  "It's no secret that the Tian Han Sect is very selective in accepting disciples, and only the strongest three of each generation are given the title of 'Hanzi'."

  "I heard that she has already possessed more than 900 bloodlines, and is the kind of person destined to open the dust. The mysterious wheel is a strong opener of dust, but facing the Tianhan Sect, it is still very respectful. The white cloud under her feet should be the treasure passed down by the Yan Chi Department, this treasure is said to change thousands of times, named Yunyan..."

  The discussion didn't last long, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Perhaps the changes that appeared on this day were too many, and most people on the third floor no longer had the intention to do business. Soon there were many fewer people here, and some shops also closed early.

  Su Ming did not leave, but instead walked towards the store he had been eyeing earlier. The old man inside was sitting cross-legged, and upon seeing Su Ming approach, looked over at him.

  "I saw you at noon, just wanting to come in, but was interrupted by the matter of Chuan Shan Chain." The old man spoke calmly.

  Su Ming nodded and looked around the shop.

  "If you see something you like, just speak up, don't try to deceive me. There's nothing in my shop that even I don't know the use of, and I won't let you get a bargain." The old man looked at Su Ming with a frown.

  Su Ming nodded again and pointed at the ninth leg of the nine-legged spider on the wall.

  "I want this thing!"

  "The ninth leg of the nine-patterned spider, this thing is the essence of its whole body, extremely rare. I don't want stone coins here, what do you have to exchange? If it's something ordinary, then don't even think about taking it out." The old man said coldly, staring at Su Ming.

  "Take this!" Su Ming didn't waste any words, his right hand reached into the back of his shirt and directly pulled out a black bone knife. The entire knife was pitch-black, but if one looked closely, they could see a red line existing within it.

  This thing is indeed the bone knife given by Fang Mu.

  Put this knife on the ground and handed it over to the old man. The old man's expression changed, grabbed it and looked at it carefully for a few moments.

  "The old man raised his head, his eyes swept over Su Ming's body, somewhat uncertain about Su Ming's arrival. He knew that this bone knife was rarely owned by outsiders, only the Andong Department would have the ability to possess and manufacture it. Those who could obtain this knife must be related to the Andong Department."

  "This thing, in addition to exchanging for the ninth leg of this spider, also requires adding this bone!" Su Ming pointed casually at a fist-sized black bone on the shelf next to the old man. What was strange was that there was a layer of frost on the bone, emitting a cold aura, clearly indicating that the creature that left behind this bone was no ordinary beast.

  "The inner bone of the Ta Jing beast... This knife can only be exchanged for one thing, not two." The old man smiled slightly, seeing the focus of the person in front of him, and apparently leaned more towards the inner bone. Because of that knife, his expression was no longer so cold, and slightly relaxed.

  "Take a closer look at this knife." Su Ming said calmly as he gazed at the old man.

  The old man was taken aback, and upon hearing the words, he lowered his head to take another look. His eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the red line inside the knife. As soon as he grasped the knife, a chill spread out with one swing, but deep within that chill, there existed a scorching heat. The cold and heat intertwined, seemingly merging into one.

  A moment later, Su Ming walked out of the shop with the ninth leg of the Nine-Patterned Spider and the black bone in his hand. The old man's guess was correct, this bone was indeed what Su Ming had been looking for.

  To be precise, these two materials are both must-haves for him. One is needed to refine the Nascent Soul Pill, while the other is a material for cultivating the Seizing Soul Grass.

  "Unexpectedly, there are these two items here. Although they can't be used for the time being, they were exchanged with that only fake barbarian instrument from now on... " Su Ming's eyes flashed, and his mind recalled the several black bell-shaped objects on the old man's right wrist.