Volume 1: Life is Like First Love Chapter 120: Gentle Breeze
He stood at the top of the mountain, with the wind blowing over him, his long hair fluttering. He was dressed in a beast skin shirt, and a rough aura emanated from him.
This man was exactly the big fellow Su Ming saw last night.
A bloodline emerged on the Great Han's body, forming a majestic and powerful force that seemed to be able to stir up the surroundings, creating an overwhelming pressure second only to the Opening Dust.
He didn't open his dust, but the blood lines on his body were dense and numerous, obviously exceeding the limit of 781 ordinary barbarians. It looked like there were more than 800 lines.
At this moment, he is solemn and resolute, with a hint of ruthlessness and a determination that seems to be bursting out.
"It's a typhoon!"
"It's actually him, I've heard of this person. His cultivation has reached the 11th layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, but he failed to break through the dust three times. Although that's the case, his strength is enough to make him the first among the top five dust-openers in Yunshan City, excluding the Three Departments!"
"He is a rare visitor from a small tribe in the city of Handan, and for some reason, he always likes to keep his animal skin clothes from his small tribe days. If I had to guess, it's just to show off, and he dares to venture into the Handan Mountains without knowing his own strength."
"This Huan Shan chain, except for Cang Lang's success in reaching the sixth iron chain of Andong Department ten years ago and being accepted as a disciple by Tian Han Zong, hardly anyone has succeeded!"
Su Ming looked at the Great Han on the mountain peak, his expression calm, but his eyes had a hint of movement. This matter of the Huan Shan chain, he had not heard from Fang Mu before, and now hearing it for the first time, he remembered it in his heart.
"For hundreds of years, only sixty-five people have made it through the Huan Shan chain. And you, are the sixty-sixth person. However, among those sixty-five people, only five were successful." An old voice came from the crowd on the third floor, and the speaker was the same old man that Su Ming had wanted to enter his shop earlier.
The old man walked out slowly, looking at the gentle breeze in the sky, and said slowly.
"Failure will lead to death in a big city, but it's not absolute." The old man said calmly.
At this time, not only did the city of Handan cause a sensation, but countless people stared unblinkingly, and even under the sound of the bell, the three mountain peaks surrounding the city of Handan, which were connected by iron chains in three directions, also had figures flashing, apparently due to Feng's actions, causing them great concern.
Almost everyone is guessing which iron chain to venture with Fengfeng.
At the summit, where three iron chains intersected, He Feng's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. His first glance fell upon the chain that connected to Pu Qiang's department, and his gaze revealed a hint of coldness. However, it wasn't his choice, but rather he looked towards Yan Chi's department on the mountain peak. As he gazed over, a thick red mist enveloped the distant mountain peak where Yan Chi's department was located, and within that mist, a woman's face seemed to appear and disappear.
Taking a deep breath, this burly man suddenly lifted his foot and walked towards the iron chain of the Color Pool Department.
As he moved, the entire city of Handan was drawn to him, and a murmur arose. Countless eyes converged on him, only to see He Feng take step by step towards the iron chain connecting the peak of Yan Chi Department, just as he was about to fall.
A massive pressure that could crush all the Blood Condensation Realm warriors in the city of Huan Shan burst out from the second floor, and at the same time, a figure clad in purple clothes suddenly appeared, dashing forward as if stepping on air, seemingly about to approach the summit of the mountain where the gentle breeze was blowing.
"Ha!" That purple figure flew out, followed by a low growl.
The sound of his drinking was like thunder, rumbling and echoing, almost making people's ears numb. The gentle breeze on the mountain peak also trembled with fear, and when he looked up suddenly, his face revealed a complex mix of hatred and panic.
"Kai Chen Jing..." Su Ming stared at the purple figure, taking a deep breath. However, he no longer had the same awe as when he first saw Kai Chen Jing.
"Lord of the Mystic Wheel."
"Mount Huan Castle is one of the five Open Dust Realms outside of the Three Departments. Lord Xuanlun."
Waves of cries echoed, and it was clear that the vast majority of people here had not expected that when someone broke into the Huashan chain, such a change would occur.
That purple figure stepped on the void, and was about to approach the mountain peak. However, at this moment, the iron chain connecting the peak of Yanzhi Department with the wind in front was about to break off. From within the Yanzhi Department shrouded in red mist, a cold hum emerged.
The cold hum seemed to come from afar, but when it fell on the ears of that purple figure, it made his body suddenly stop, but he didn't stop moving, instead, in a flash, he arrived at the summit of the mountain, where the gentle breeze was blowing, and with his right hand raised, his five fingers formed a claw, and he swiped down.
His face was pale, but he didn't dodge, instead staring at the approaching purple figure, the panic in his eyes dispersing and turning into boundless hatred.
That purple figure suddenly appeared, and at the moment it touched He Feng, a red mist suddenly emerged from He Feng's body, swirling around him to form a misty curtain.
A loud crash, the purple figure's right hand collided with the red mist curtain, his body shook and retreated dozens of feet away, revealing his figure. It was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, his expression gloomy, exuding a murderous aura.
"Yan Luan, what do you mean!"
"I don't care what personal grudge you have with He Feng, but since he has chosen to walk the iron chain of Yan Chi Department, you cannot harm him. This is the agreement between the three departments back then, and I suppose Pu Qian Department won't agree to make an exception either." A cold woman's voice slowly came from the distant mountain peak of Yan Chi Department.
The entire city of Handan was quiet, Su Ming stood there, looking at all this, and in his mind flashed the person called He Feng last night, the anxious and tense wait for the woman wearing white clothes with a veil.
"It's not just one voice, maybe it's two people... The woman last night said that she had gained a day's time to let the other side prove their qualifications. It seems that this wind is going to use the Chongshan Mountains as proof."
However, what qualifications does he have... If you join Yan Chi's department, it seems that there is no need to be so troublesome. After all, if one fails in this chain, death is the most likely outcome." Su Ming looked at He Feng and Zi Yan on the mountain peak, without needing to guess, he could already tell from their words that the hatred between these two was not shallow.
"This Xuan Lun should know a lot, and is probably worried about this point, so he took action at this moment, regardless of the three strict orders in Handan City that prohibit private fighting." Su Ming's eyes showed thoughtfulness, but since this matter had nothing to do with him, he gave it some brief thought before ignoring it.
The man in the purple robe, Xuanyuan, looked increasingly gloomy, but apparently had some reservations about this woman who spoke. However, if he were to give up now, it would be somewhat unpalatable, just as Su Ming had thought. He indeed had no choice but to make his move at this moment, otherwise, once the opponent died, what he wanted to obtain would have been disrupted.
He thought it was impossible for the other side to succeed.
At this moment, however, the other mountain peak was seen to be shrouded in a black mist, and from within the Puchan tribe's stronghold, a low, ominous voice echoed out from among the seated skeletons.
"Xuan Lun, Hanyang City prohibits private duels!"
"Good, but this man has killed my attendant, his corpse after death. You Pu Qiang department want to help me find it!" The purple-robed man fell silent for a moment, and with a cold laugh, he swung his sleeves and descended towards the mountain peak. He didn't make another move, but instead sat down cross-legged, looking at the man called He Feng, his smile growing increasingly sinister.
"You are the chief guest of our Puqiang department, this matter can be done." A rustling sound came from within the mountain peak shrouded in black fog.
Su Ming looked at this scene, his eyes fell on the big man called He Feng, he looked carefully for a few moments, under his gaze, he saw He Feng take a step towards the iron chain.
As he moved, the crowd around him suddenly ignored what had just happened and stared intently at him. After all, such a thing was not common in Handan City, and it had only happened more than 60 times in hundreds of years.
Even the purple-robed man, Xuan Lun, looked coldly ahead, his eyes revealing a fierce and sinister intent as he stared at He Feng's figure, watching as it gradually approached the iron chain, swaying precariously with each movement.
Just as the wind stepped onto the iron chain, the ground around him shook violently. At that moment, at the connection between the iron chain under his feet and the distant Red Misty Peak, eight massive stone pillars, each over ten zhang in diameter, suddenly burst out of the endless abyss below, supporting the iron chain and dividing it into nine segments!
Time slowly passed, Su Ming couldn't see any end to the iron chain, but he saw He Feng's expression extremely solemn, every step he took seemed to use all his strength, and his body trembled, his face turned blue with bulging veins, his mouth open for rapid breathing.
Before long, it was a quarter of an hour. In this quarter of an hour, the entire Handan City was very quiet, and almost everyone was staring at He Feng's figure. At this moment, He Feng had already walked to nearly 30% of the distance on the first section of the iron chain.
The man in purple robes sitting cross-legged at the back of the mountain peak furrowed his brow, seemingly lost in thought.
Gradually, one watch, two watches... When the whole afternoon had passed and the sky entered dusk, the sunset's rays spilled over, making He Feng's body seem to have become a shadow as he walked out of more than half of the first section of iron chains.
At this moment, the big Han who was called He Feng suddenly displayed some kind of technique, and his body burst forth with a powerful surge of energy, instantly reaching an extreme intensity, and at the same time, a faint aura of opening dust suddenly arose.
"He indeed was a multiple-time challenger of the Dust Opening, although he never succeeded, but his body did have a hint of the Dust Opening aura, and...he actually came here to try and challenge the Dust Opening again!"
"He dares to rush into the Hanyang Mountains, he must have made preparations, choosing this time to break through the dust. Even if he fails, that momentary explosion will allow him to walk out a lot more."
"But I find it strange that even if he relied on the momentum to blast through and burst out for an instant, he managed to get past the first iron chain. But there are nine chains in total, how will he get past the rest?"
The surrounding low voice discussion, Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he subtly grasped a key point. His expression was calm, but his eyes had gained insight.
"He didn't want to conquer the entire Hanyang Mountains, but just this one section, in order to prove his qualifications... what kind of qualifications exactly?"
