Volume 2: The Wind Rises, Heaven Grows Cold Chapter 126: The Last Question

  Deep in the rainforest, due to years of accumulated dampness and rot, a noxious gas has formed. This toxic air enters the body through breathing, causing people to feel weak and lethargic, and over time, it can make the body's energy and blood circulation sluggish, leading to drowsiness. Therefore, the surrounding tribes usually only search for materials on the outskirts of the rainforest and rarely venture deep in, except for those who have cultivated strong physiques and can circulate their energy at will, allowing them to resist the noxious gas and occasionally enter the depths to explore.

  In this rainforest, the invisible miasma filled the air, and the wind was still. The pupils of his eyes contracted, and he was extremely weak, without any strength to fight back. After all, Xuan Lun was a strong practitioner of the Dustless Sect, and his mind was also extraordinary. He wanted to deceive him, but Feng had to pay the true price, only after exhausting himself could he let Xuan Lun relax slightly.

  At this moment, seeing Su Ming suddenly appear, Feng's heart was greatly shocked, but he was not an ordinary person. In his early years, he had experienced a great change in the tribe, and after dying once, he came back to life. After going through all sorts of things, he had long since cultivated a deep and calm mind. Although this time he was tense, he almost immediately recovered as usual. Even if one carefully observed his expression, it would be difficult to discover any changes.

  "Brother, you're joking, it was a helpless move back then, sigh...” …… He Feng looked at Su Ming walking towards him with a bitter smile, his words were interrupted by Su Ming's footsteps getting closer and closer. He Feng's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged, only more bitter and desolate, with a hint of sadness.

  "I know how to explain, brother, you won't easily forgive me, but before you take action against me and him, can you listen to my explanation... At first, I didn't even know Xuan Lun, it was just that his followers and I met by chance and became friends, I invited him to recite poetry with me at the tribe, but unexpectedly, disaster struck, Xuan Lun appeared, he killed my parents, killed my younger sister, destroyed my entire clan! Between him and me, we can't share the same sky!"

  I cannot die, brother. I was once a humble person, but now my body carries the deep-seated hatred of the Blood Sea. My life no longer belongs to me. In my heart, the vengeful spirits of the Cao and So tribes accompany me, waiting for me to avenge them!

  Brother, I know what I said before

  "Your behavior is despicable, but I have no choice. As long as there's even a slight chance of resolving this, I won't drag you down for no reason." The gentle breeze carried a sorrowful smile with a hint of sadness and hatred towards the mysterious Tianhe.

  Su Ming stood several meters in front of He Feng, his internal energy and blood circulating smoothly. He gazed calmly at the other man, recalling their first meeting at the wine shop, where He Feng's attire had caught his attention with its familiar yet distant feel, evoking a thread of goodwill.

  The second time they met, it was on the third floor of Mount Heng's cave. He saw this person rushing into Mount Heng's chain and saw his resolute and firm determination. Moreover, he saw the mysterious wheel crushing the souls of this person's parents, and his sorrow and the mouthful of fresh blood that spurted out.

  At that time, Su Ming, although his eyes did not show any sympathy, but in his heart, he was hiding the same disease and pity, only he would not easily reveal it.

  The third encounter happened today.

  Seeing Su Ming's reflection, he still existed in the body, and the blood circulation was rapid, like a hundred turns of the wind. He still held the small bottle of medicine in his hand, but he didn't dare to drink it down, fearing the other party's reaction. His face still had a bitter smile, and his right hand suddenly opened, causing the small bottle of medicine to fall onto the muddy ground beside him, but it didn't sink in.

  "Brother, this matter ultimately falls on me. There are some medicinal herbs in this small bottle that I'll give to you. As for me..." He took a deep breath, raised his head with a hint of sadness, and gazed into the distant sky.

  "There, after walking a thousand miles, is the direction of my tribe... but now it has become a ruin. Brother, I don't know what your name is, but I ask you one thing: if you insist on killing me to vent your anger, then after I die, please bury me there and take all the valuable items on my body as compensation for doing this last thing for me."

  "If you... forgive me for this initial encounter, and give me the chance to avenge myself against Xuan Song, I, Feng Yu, am willing to sign the Nan Chen Alliance with you, Brother, and serve as your follower."

  "Leave it to you, brother. You decide!" With a bitter smile, his eyes filled with reluctance and regret, he closed them, as if waiting for an answer that only he knew not of.

  However, within his body, he was using this time to condense his vital energy and blood, which was extremely difficult for others to detect due to the special method he employed. The speed of this condensation grew faster and faster, and in his closed eyes, a thread of murderous intent was brewing, invisible to outsiders.

  "This person, although seemingly young and inexperienced, has a mind that is more cunning than it appears. He was easily delayed by my few words, and if he had made his move when he first appeared, I would have had no chance of resisting and would have been killed on the spot... This person doesn't seem to have too many tricks up his sleeve, perhaps I can continue to use him." Han Feng closed his eyes, his mind never stopping its calculations, a cold smile in his heart.

  "How did you know I was here, and how did you determine that I would be of help to you in your battle with Xuan Lun?" Su Ming asked, his eyes closed, his voice soft.

  He felt a gust of wind in his heart again, and he thought that Su Ming not only had a beautiful face but also had that pitiful sympathy and pity, being moved by his own words, so he would take the initiative to ask questions, giving himself another chance.

  "This person" is just like me many years ago. Alas, it's a pity that if he hadn't appeared, I would have been fine, but since he has walked into my presence, he won't have the chance to leave alive. If he dies, it will also make it easier for me to carry out my subsequent plans and make Xuan Lun hesitant and uncertain." When He Feng opened his eyes, they were filled with a fierce determination, without any hint of pretence or hypocrisy, but instead, there was still the same bitter resentment as before.

  The tribe I'm in is a small one, and most of the people wear animal hides. It's far inferior to medium-sized tribes, let alone the Han Mountain Domain.

  I've always envied the people from the Shenyue tribe, envying that they don't have to wear animal hides, envying their exquisite and barbaric instruments." He Feng said softly, with a hint of yearning.

  But I just admired, didn't envy, the determination is to make my tribe stronger, want to make myself stronger... My tribe has a special skill, relying on this skill, at that time, I thought I could become a guest of some medium-sized tribes, and use this flag to make my tribe stronger.

  This technique is named Universe, it doesn't seem to belong to the barbarian tribe, its inheritance is also unclear, people in the tribe have long forgotten where this technique came from. Its function is that it can distinguish a person's strength and weakness through a kind of intuition, rather than communicating with the air and blood.

  And this feeling, like a memory, can be imprinted on one's mind if one is willing to remember it. It can even allow one to sense the other person's emotions from a distance, as long as they are not too far apart. This technique has allowed me to evade the pursuit of the Xuan Lun sect all these years. On that day in the wine shop, when we were drinking together at night, I had already taken notice of you, Brother. Although you seemed to be only at the seventh layer of the Congealing Blood Realm...

  But under the sensation of this technique, I felt a terrible aura of Qi Bei Kai Chen on you. At that time, I knew that if you didn't have a precious treasure on your body, you must be hiding your cultivation.

  So I left a mysterious mark on you, this mark is very strange and quite different from the techniques of my barbarian tribe, so you can't detect it.

  I was being chased by Xuan Lun and relied on my intuition to come here, seeking your protection. This technique may seem weak, but it has many uses. I see that you are not from a nearby tribe either. I have a wooden slip in my sleeve, you can take it out and check if I'm lying." He Feng's words were not just empty talk, his mind was very deep, even if he was stalling for time, he wouldn't reveal any flaws, but instead matched her bitter tone, as if recalling the past, saying some sympathetic words.

  To delay time, He Feng can be said to have moved with emotion and awakened with interest.

  Followers, presenting a gift of one's own body, handing over this strange technique, he didn't believe Su Ming wouldn't be moved.

  "Brother, what are you still asking about? If I knew something, I would definitely tell you." With a gentle tone and a sincere expression, he looked at Su Ming, his weak voice barely above a whisper. However, the light in his eyes was growing stronger by the second. His confidence in being able to kill Su Ming with one strike came from seeing Su Ming stumble backward after being hit by the Xuan Lun's attack earlier. He had thought that Su Ming would have retreated far away, but unexpectedly, he was still here.

  From this, he can judge that Su Ming is not hiding his cultivation, but has a powerful magical instrument, and his actual cultivation is still at the seventh layer of Congealing Blood.

  If the distance was far, he and Feng would still hesitate, but at such a close distance, he was confident that he could kill his opponent before they could launch their magic tool, on the condition that he let go of his guard against this seemingly innocent person in front of him.

  "This person should also ask me, why did Xuan Song repeatedly pursue and kill, after all, the gap between me and Xuan Lun is too big! There is no mourning here, but some auspicious signs can be seen."

  Even if he didn't ask this question, I'm sure he would have asked about my relationship with Han Fei. On the day when Han Fei saved me, this person was watching from below." He Feng had already thought of an answer and a countermeasure, waiting for Su Ming to ask, and he would choose to answer in a way that would make his opponent let their guard down, taking advantage of the opportunity to strike!

  "My last question is..." Su Ming looked at He Feng, pausing for a moment. He Feng's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was once again filled with tension.

  "Is this your best counterattack?"

  These faint words fell into He Feng's ears, causing his heart to skip a beat, but the color in his face was still calm and unruffled, as if he didn't understand Su Ming's words.

  At the moment he showed this bewildered expression, Kazehana suddenly opened her eyes wide, and her gaze seemed to pierce through.

  It wasn't the towering figure of Su Ming in front of him that made him tremble, but rather the sky behind him, where a riot of colors burst forth, causing his body to shudder even more.

  "Mystic Wheel!!"

  At the moment he opened his mouth to speak, a wisp of wind was blowing, but then a faint light suddenly flew out of his mouth. The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, its speed so fast that it was gone before Su Ming could even blink.