NFBE Chapter 664 Zhuxintang
Chapter 664 Zhuxintang
The chosen one performed steadily, and before finding Qi Changfeng, the inner demon and the single-handed sword dealt with nine demonic souls hidden thousands of feet underground as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
They seemed to have made a pact to bask in the moonlight together tonight, one after another coming to their deaths. On average, each one uttered only two words before its soul vanished.
This left Lu Feng somewhat numb.
The young man squatted down by the city wall and drew circles: "Am I some kind of cursed star? I've never had any good luck since I was a child!"
The inner demon cleansed the last wisp of filthy demonic energy from his fingertips and kicked him.
"You can't say that in front of Xue Lan, or the Wolf King will get jealous and hang you from the Water Gate."
"envy?"
Lu Feng was somewhat incredulous. He wanted to ask if the inner demon was talking nonsense, but considering certain uncontrollable factors, he ultimately used a more tactful approach:
"Would the Wolf King, a great demon of the fifteenth realm, be jealous of me?"
The inner demon raised his hand and poked Lu Feng's forehead hard: "You know nothing about your own luck!"
"Have you ever seen a rogue cultivator who has reached the half-step Nascent Soul stage in less than twenty years?"
"Have you ever seen a rogue cultivator who could fight a demon princess head-on and still survive?"
Lu Feng's lips trembled: "Have you ever seen a cultivator who is restricted from finding a Daoist partner?"
Inner Demon: You really know how to bring up the most sensitive topics!
The woman in white raised her hand and tapped his rib, which Xue Lan had replaced: "Go talk to Xue Lan!"
Lu Feng covered his head and said, "I wouldn't dare."
She was incredibly cowardly.
The inner demon is about to explode with anger.
"Can't you be a little more dignified? She won't let you find a Daoist partner, and she's using you as a spy and bait. Don't you feel even a little resentment?"
Lu Feng raised his hand and summoned his immortal sword, stabbing to death a remnant demon soul that had just peeked out from underground to bask in the moonlight.
Then the three of them heard a "clang" as a high-grade magic crystal fell to the ground.
Lu Feng walked over listlessly and picked it up, intending to wash it and give it to Xue Lan.
Both Dan Dao and Xin Mo rubbed their foreheads.
The chosen one of destiny is terrifying indeed.
"Don't look at me like that, it's creepy." Lu Feng stuffed the magic crystal into his pocket, his eyes filled with a clear-eyed foolishness: "Aren't these things dropped when you kill demons? What did you just ask me..."
"Am I insane? I'm rebelling? Even the demons don't dare to rebel against Xue Lan, yet I'm rebelling?"
The young man looked sincerely at the two people in front of him: "Under the absolute threat of death, all complaints are meaningless."
Dan Dao composed himself and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Lu Feng."
"What's wrong?" Lu Feng looked at him. "Do you think what I said makes a lot of sense and is very thought-provoking?"
Dan Dao shook his head: "You should know, let alone Luoxia Mountain, even Duanshui Pass hasn't had a demon soul carrying a magic core for a long time. You really are..."
Before Dan Dao could finish speaking, he was silenced by his inner demons.
"You stay here and kill any demonic souls you see. Remember, you must kill them yourself. You absolutely must kill them yourself!"
Lu Feng didn't understand, but he still nodded obediently: "Yes, sir!"
"What are the benefits, sir?"
The inner demon rolled his eyes at him: "Xue Lan likes it very much."
Lu Feng thought it was worth it; if Xue Lan was happy, she wouldn't kill him too soon.
So the chosen one began to diligently use his incredible luck to produce magic cores, completely unaware of his fate to come.
In Xue Tong's words, it's the most intelligent demon radar in Luoxia Mountain, and it's a 100% guaranteed version of the demon core.
As for whether he's working himself to the bone, only he knows.
After briefly explaining things to Lu Feng, the inner demon left another mark on the man. Then it flew towards Qi Changfeng's direction.
In fact, as long as Lu Feng, this great menace, is kept at bay, Luoxia Mountain is essentially as safe as the back garden of the Great Shun Emperor, and there is nothing to worry about.
However, the Wolf King, accustomed to enslaving his inner demons, issued an order.
"You really want me to teach him sword techniques?" The inner demon's tone was filled with an undisguised smile.
Not far from her, a young man in a light gray scholar's robe was burning paper money, the ashes drifting in the vast sky and earth...
Like those soldiers who died in the Jiangyun Sect's purge back then.
Their bodies are gone, their souls are broken, and they have nowhere to go.
Xue Lan's calm voice reached my ears.
"You are the Heavenly Soul, and you have always been the strongest in cultivation."
"What? You can't teach me?"
"Of course I can teach you." The inner demon slid her right hand into a sword-like gesture in front of her, condensing and compressing the sharp sword intent at her fingertips.
"I'm just worried that you'll be taught the wrong way, and what if you end up with a wicked personality like me?"
Xue Lan was writing the second volume of "Heavenly Forging Techniques" for Yuan Zhen on the eaves of the city lord's mansion when she heard this and paused: "He doesn't need to be too upright."
"His temperament is my business. You only need to teach him swordsmanship."
"Teach him a sword technique that will allow him to avenge his father!"
The inner demon chuckled and shook his head, saying, "You are, after all, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to only learn sword techniques?"
Xue Lan raised an eyebrow.
"guessed?"
"I guessed it when you just mentioned his temperament." The inner demon withdrew the sword intent from his fingertips.
"You've been driven to the mortal world by craftsmanship for a full ten years, so you must have figured out the impact of your state of mind on weapon crafting."
She spun around in place, her wide skirt billowing out like a homeless soul in a desolate wasteland.
"Xue Lan, it's me!"
Xue Lan put away her brush and ink and glanced at the moon in the sky.
"I plan to establish the Heart Forging Hall within the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop. Changfeng will inherit my mantle and become the first Hall Master."
The lantern festival in Fuyang City lasts for ten days.
As the moon rose high in the sky, the city gradually quieted down, and the people who had gathered began to slowly walk out of the city, carrying lanterns and food boxes in their hands.
Bao'er's family was among them.
She was tall, with long, jet-black hair braided down her back. Her hair was simply adorned with a small, delicate willow-leaf hairpin.
For some reason, she had liked Liu since she was a child.
I love the ever-renewing vitality of the spring willows, the varying shades of green, and the dappled sunlight filtering through the drooping willows.
The girl carried a food box in her left hand and supported her mother with her right.
"Father, Mother, I will be going to the Imperial Academy next year, and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to commemorate the soldiers anymore."
"It's alright, it's alright... Your parents will take your share."
"My son, don't worry about home..."
Bao'er nodded, wanting to laugh...
But her eyes welled up with tears.
Having no other choice, she handed her mother over to her father and strode forward.
The lanterns have been lit, displaying the signature dishes of Fuyang City's major restaurants, as well as homemade side dishes. A few jugs of "Sunset Glow" wine, and several golden-brown, oil-slicked flatbreads...
They were all placed on the altar outside Fuyang City.
After the sacrifice, the food was given to the creatures in the mountains for their use.
The inner demon heard Xue Lan's voice again:
"Forge the heart, forge the heart..."
"With a righteous heart, one has nothing to fear, not even death!"