I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 62 Wanting it but having no chance

Previously in Cangwu County, perhaps due to the sparse population, there were also few cultivators.

Apart from the Bei Gong family father and son, he had never seen a decent cultivation family.

But after arriving in Nanhai County, he discovered that the number of cultivators there was almost ten times that of Cangwu County.

He finally learned what it meant to bully others by abusing one's power.

The way of cultivating Tao on Earth emphasizes a peaceful mind and a willingness to let things go as one pleases.

The old man wouldn't let Feng Xuan have his way, so naturally Feng Xuan wouldn't give the old man a friendly look either.

However, he was in no hurry to make a move, and instead quietly watched Pang Yue.

From beginning to end, Pang Yue never let him down.

Perhaps he did things that were a bit out of line, but he never hurt Feng Xuan in the slightest.

Di Qing gritted his teeth, and his long whip, like a snake spitting its tongue, went straight for Feng Xuan's face.

Pang Yue gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

He knelt on both knees, remaining silent.

As Feng Xuan's sword energy flashed from his fingertips, the exquisite bronze box fell into Feng Xuan's hands as their figures intersected.

"you!"

Di Qing covered her neck in disbelief.

puff!
Blood gushed out, splattering all over the old man who was in mid-air.

The old man trembled slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

Feng Xuan glanced at the old man again before preparing to transform into clouds and depart.

The exquisite copper box, made of some unknown material, could not be stored in the storage belt.

While transforming into clouds and mist, it also needs to drag them along.

This greatly reduced the speed of the wind turbine.

"Trying to run! Stay here with me!"

The old man cleaved with his sword, snapping countless giant trees, sending rocks flying, and even stopping the flow of the Ghost River.

Many of the cultivators who arrived didn't even have time to let out a wail.

It then turned into pieces of flesh, scattered all over the ground.

Li Jianshi used the Tide Rose Blade in his hand to block the old man's knife.

She looked at Feng Xuan in disbelief.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Are you crazy?!"

The old man quickly sheathed his knife, seemingly afraid of harming Feng Xuan in the slightest.

Although Pang Yue was kneeling on the ground, he could see everything clearly.

Feng Xuanping held the exquisite bronze box in front of him.

If the old man were to strike with his sword, the first one he would hit would not be Feng Xuan.

It was this exquisite copper box.

"Feng Xuan!"

"If you return the copper box to my Di family, you will return with me to the Di family and serve as a slave for a hundred years."

"I can make the decision to plead with the Emperor on your behalf and spare your life."

Li Jianshi also offered a similar offer: "You only need to be my sword attendant for a hundred years."

"I can try to get you an outer disciple status at the South China Sea Academy."

"I've noticed this over the past few days."

"You have an extreme personality."

"As long as the path continues, a hundred years can be used to temper one's character."

"A hundred years from now, with your talent, you might be able to make a breakthrough and soar to great heights."

"Leave it to me."

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

Feng Xuan remained expressionless, but his eyes were filled with deep mockery.

Regardless of the third elder of the Di family or Li Jianshi.

It seems everyone treats him like merchandise.

Their arrogant and condescending attitude was on full display.

Downstream of the Ghost River, more and more people gathered.

The other families in Donghai County also sent people to rush over.

Feng Xuan remained unmoved.

The third elder of the Di family was somewhat anxious.

“Kid! Li Jianshi is just a junior. She might not be able to do what she says.”

"But I, Di Zhiyuan, as the third elder of the Di family, even His Majesty must give me some respect..."

Before Di Zhiyuan could say anything more...

A cold, hard voice interrupted his boasting.

"Shi'er's words are my words."

"You old scoundrel, how dare you insult my disciple! Do you want to test the sharpness of my sword?"

Li Jianshi was thrilled to hear this voice.

"Master!"

The oppression had already begun before the person even arrived.

Feng Xuan felt a sharp blade intent locking onto him. "The blade lies buried in the frost of the small pavilion, a glance back at the fleeting winds of the martial world."

"You possess the talent to wield power with ease, and gazing up at the clear stream, one sees distant stars."

The elegant chanting of poetry also indicated the identity of the visitor.

He wore a plain white long robe, its hem flowing like drifting clouds.

A jade flute hangs from his waist, revealing the refined and elegant demeanor of a hermit.

When Feng Xuan saw the jade flute, a vague memory flashed through his mind.

It seems I've seen this jade flute before, back in my childhood.

He even recalled that the flute should have six finger holes.

This jade flute has seven finger holes.

"Seven-Hole Distant Star Flute!"

Feng Xuan blurted out the name of the jade flute.

Upon hearing this, Li Jianshi, who was standing not far from Feng Xuan, had an arrogant expression on his face.

"Kid, it seems you have some knowledge."

"He's not the country bumpkin you're rumored to be!"

Feng Xuan ignored Li Jianshi.

He stared intently at the distant star flute, simply because of his memory.

This seventh hole is not a round hole, but a long, thin vertical hole that was cut out by his cheap father.

Bie Xiaolou, like Li Jianshi, originally did not take Feng Xuan seriously.

But after seeing Feng Xuan's burning gaze...

He seemed to realize something and drew the jade flute from his waist.

"Have you seen this before?"

Feng Xuan nodded and directly asked the question that had been bothering him: "I heard this is your Seven-Hole Distant Star Flute."

"I'm curious, shouldn't a regular flute have six holes?"

Upon hearing this, Bie Xiaolou instantly lost interest.

He thought Feng Xuan would be the person he had in mind, but it turned out to be just like everyone else.

They are all just ordinary people.

Feng Xuan wasn't angry; he had already gotten the answer he wanted.

Therefore, not much was exposed.

Bie Xiaolou looked at Di Zhiyuan: "You old scoundrel, how do you plan to settle the score for bullying my disciple?"

Di Zhiyuan frowned; he hadn't done anything to Li Jianshi.

I was just telling the truth.

He knew Bie Xiaolou was protective of his own, but he never expected it to be to this extent.

"Bie Xiaolou, it's true that you are the abbot of the Taoist temple."

"It's true that you are the number one expert in Donghai County."

"But the Di family is not a pushover for you to manipulate."

Bie Xiaolou pointed out with a finger, the force of which contained a terrifying sword intent.

Di Zhiyuan slashed diagonally with his long sword.

when!
A crisp sound of impact rang out, and Di Zhiyuan's tiger's mouth split open, causing him to stagger back two steps.

Only then did he dissipate the powerful force of Bie Xiaolou's casual finger strike.

Di Zhiyuan finally realized the gap between himself and Bie Xiaolou.

They both had the same fourth-stage cultivation level and practiced the same superior techniques.

Even with his own precious weapon, he could only block a casual strike from Bie Xiaolou.

"let's go!"

Di Zhiyuan waved his hand and led Pang Yue away from the Ghost River.

Many onlookers were deeply shocked.

After meeting Bie Xiaolou's indifferent and ruthless eyes.

The enthusiastic crowd calmed down and unconsciously backed away.

In the lower reaches of the Ghost River plain, only Feng Xuan, Li Jianshi, and Bie Xiaolou remained.

Looking at the small building where the owner was resting with his eyes closed, completely ignoring his surroundings.

Feng Xuan remained unmoved, but Li Jianshi understood his master's meaning.

She stepped forward and stared intently at Feng Xuan.

"Feng Xuan, you need to give an explanation for Senior Brother Ding Yin's death."

"Making you my sword attendant is not an insult to you."

"I will surely become a six-transformation god in the future."

"By then, countless people in the world will want it but will not have the chance."

Feng Xuan curled his lip and glanced at Li Jianshi with disdain.

“Feng has no habit of being someone’s dog.”

"If you are willing to be my sword attendant, I will have to consider it."

"When Feng Mou reaches the Ninefold Rebirth and becomes a Venerable One."

"In this world, there are countless people with extraordinary talents who desire but lack the opportunity!"

(End of this chapter)