Desolate Era: The Ultimate Rogue Cultivator Who Hides Among the Heavens!

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"If I find out I'm unfaithful..."

Upon hearing Han Feiyu's words, Lan Xiaodie's expression was completely different from her usual calm and composed demeanor. A cold sweat involuntarily seeped out from her fair face, and she didn't even realize that a tiny bead of sweat had appeared on the right side of her forehead.

His expression was very unnatural.

But Han Feiyu saw it very clearly.

The life-level pressure of a Purple Mansion cultivator might not be so terrifying to an innate being, but if a powerful Purple Mansion god or demon with a soul strong enough to possess divine sense and almost manifest divine consciousness were to become enraged, such an aura would definitely be enough to frighten a weak female innate being.

Han Feiyu smiled, picked up a slice of meat, and then handed the book of Qi cultivation techniques he had personally written to Lan Xiaodie. "Have you thought it through?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Xiaodie knelt down without hesitation. "Young master, please give Xiaodie a chance. Xiaodie is willing to follow you forever."

Then he lay down and started talking.

"I was indeed sent by the city lord to monitor the young master."

"Ever since you achieved the Purple Mansion realm..."

In just a few words, Lan Xiaodie explained the whole story.

The surveillance is real.

It's true that they wanted to win them over.

However, Han Feiyu's strength improved too quickly.

A powerful cultivator in his thirties, skilled in Divine Demon Body Refinement and Purple Mansion cultivation, naturally made a choice immediately when faced with someone as intelligent as Lan Xiaodie.

"Please forgive Xiaodie, young master!"

Lan Xiaodie kowtowed sincerely at the end, her attitude very humble.

Han Feiyu looked at Lan Xiaodie kneeling down and said calmly, "Alright, get up. From now on, remember whose person you are. I can give you this method, and I can also take it back."

puff.

The manual with the words "Qingyuan Wuyang Gong" written on it was placed back on the table.

"Thank you, young master." Lan Xiaodie looked up, her face filled with excitement, fear, and tears welling up in her eyes. She then kowtowed again before standing up.

Han Feiyu also got up and came to the door, looking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. "Come with me to the City Lord's Mansion to see your former master. It just so happens that I haven't fought against a Purple Mansion cultivator yet."

"Yes."

Lan Xiaodie said in a deep voice.

Han Feiyu walked outside, and Lan Xiaodie, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, put away the secret manual and went outside as well.

"call out--"

After two months of training, the flying sword has gained an even greater sense of killing intent.

The speed is far greater than before.

In just a few breaths, Han Feiyu arrived above the City Lord's Mansion and began to circle. He then laughed and shouted, "Brother Meng, I've come to find you!"

The tone and attitude were as gentle and friendly as ever.

"It's Young Master Han."

"Young Master Han has arrived..."

The servants and attendants in the mansion watched with envy and habit for a moment before lowering their heads and going about their own business.

Han Feiyu hovered in mid-air on his sword, sensing the movements below with his divine sense.

"Haha, Brother Han is here."

Laughter rang out first, and Meng Shi walked out from a side room of the hall that could be called a "palace".

"Brother Meng, how about we have a discussion?"

Han Feiyu, dressed in flowing blue robes, looked at Meng Shi and smiled, "Speaking of which, I haven't fought anyone since I achieved the Purple Mansion realm. Brother Meng, you've cultivated for many years, and I imagine you've been immersed in the art of flying swords for quite some time. Let's just compare the power of our magical flying swords, so I can see my own strength..."

"Brother Meng, would you be willing?"

"Haha, alright, it's been a while since I've fought." Meng Shi said, summoning his flying sword and taking off on it, clearly intending to do so. "Brother Han, let's go!"

Meng Shi smiled and glanced at Lan Xiaodie behind Han Feiyu before flying off on his sword.

call out--

The flying sword was indeed quite fast.

"Brother Han, keep up." Meng Shi's laughter came from mid-air.

"Looks like he really wants to test his skills against someone." Han Feiyu smiled as well. "Here he comes."

call out--

Han Feiyu also flew out on his sword.

……

"Phew~~~"

"Whoosh—"

The two streaks of light appeared quite mystical under the setting sun, and ordinary beings could see that they were cultivators wielding magical treasures and displaying their power.

The white and cyan flying swords, one after the other, quickly arrived at an open valley.

call out.

Han Feiyu maneuvered his flying sword to a stop on a cliff face, and called out with a laugh into the distance, "Brother Meng, come and test your sword!"

"Come--"

Meng Shi was standing on the cliff face several hundred meters away, smiling.

With their eyesight, they could clearly see each other's faces and expressions.

"Young master, be careful," Lan Xiaodie said worriedly from the side.

Han Feiyu smiled:

"They're here!"

The loud sound echoed around the valley.

call out!

The azure flying sword was unleashed in an instant.

Sword energy and thunderous sound arose, and lightning and fire were born.

"Huh?!" Meng Shi was also surprised. "Go."

The flying sword he summoned was not the white flying sword he had just flown with, but a black blood sword. Under the control of his perfected Purple Mansion magic power, the sword light was also radiating a black and red blood aura, gathering the power of the vast world, and attacking Han Feiyu's green flying sword.

call out--

Flying sword! Flying sword!

The two flying swords were incredibly fast, darting through the void in the blink of an eye...

clang!!

Clang~ Clang~ Clang~ Clang.

The sword beams of the flying swords clashed directly under the control of the two Purple Mansion cultivators.

The black blood sword and the blue flying sword were simultaneously shaken by that power, making a sound. Then Han Feiyu and Meng Shi once again controlled the flying swords, turned the blades around, and enhanced their magic power to engage in fierce battle.

"Clang clang~~"

Either the black blood sword was knocked away, or the blue flying sword was cut down.

In short, the battle between the two flying swords was more intense and spectacular than the close combat of ordinary cultivators.

"Um?"

"How can his flying sword be so powerful?" Meng Shi sensed something was wrong. This kind of flying sword control test the strength of one's magic power and soul. How could Han Feiyu, a rogue cultivator who had just broken through to the Purple Mansion realm, control a flying sword at a level comparable to his own? He was almost using all his strength.

"Clang clang clang clang—"

The flying swords clashed in mid-air, radiating light and resounding with golden cries.

Meng Shi felt a wave of pressure wash over him. "What—"

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The black blood sword controlled by Meng Shi was directly suppressed. Every strike was repelled by the power of the cyan flying sword, and even the runes on the sword could not withstand the light.

"How can his flying sword, which is also of low grade, possess such power?!"

Meng Shi was surprised by the difference between the two flying swords. He had four flying swords. The one he used to fly was a mid-grade human-rank sword, while the black blood sword and the other water-blue flying sword were low-grade human-rank swords.

However, at this moment, the power of the azure flying sword controlled by Han Feiyu was a bit too outrageous.

That was the worst flying sword I ever gave him.

call out!

call out!

The flying swords retreated one after the other.

Meng Shi looked surprised, and was panting heavily.

Han Feiyu, however, smiled casually at Meng Shi and said, "Brother Meng, don't you still have a flying sword? I happen to know some magic and swordsmanship, let's have another fight!"

As he spoke...

With a whoosh, another unranked magic weapon sword appeared in his right hand.

Han Feiyu fought with great satisfaction. He only used 30% of his strength in his flying sword technique, yet he still managed to crush Meng Shi's flying sword, which was enough to demonstrate his true strength.

But he knew that Meng Shi also possessed the "Three Talents Sword Formation"...