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

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For the few Purple Mansion cultivators stationed in the Great Xia Dynasty, being able to receive benefits promised by an Yinglong Guard for nothing by reporting a rogue cultivator was simply a windfall. Only a fool wouldn't take advantage of such a bargain.

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Inside the Dongyu Pavilion.

In a high-rise palace that could be described as a paradise of wine and women, Han Feiyu lay in the pool admiring the beautiful scenery, while Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling, dressed in transparent gauze, massaged and served him on both sides.

"A beautiful woman of sixteen or seventeen, her body as soft as butter, with a sword at her waist to slay ordinary men."

Looking at the beautiful women in front of him, Han Feiyu couldn't help but blush and utter a line of poetry: "Cloud-like cotton balls, delicate hands, slender waists, and sweet, hot rice cakes."

"The four soft powers... have severed my wisdom and understanding!"

"Hehe, young master, your 'viewing' comments are quite something." Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling were amused by this.

"Young master, isn't this what you said before, 'To die under the peony is to be romantic even as a ghost'?" Bai Ling said, her eyes as alluring as a gentle breeze as she drew circles on Han Feiyu's chest.

Slap it.

Han Feiyu directly challenged Bai Ling's attitude, his face righteous and indignant as he pinched their "Dao Hearts" and said, "I'm a scholar of the Spring and Autumn Annals!"

"I brought you here hoping to temper your resolve, but one by one you've given me no peace of mind, really..."

"You have not only caused great suffering to yourselves, but also to me."

"Young master, you really are a heartless bastard." Bai Ling rolled her eyes. If his hand hadn't still been there, she really wouldn't have been so sure.

"How dare you!"

Han Feiyu then applied some force to his hand.

After a long and heated debate...

Han Feiyu finished dressing and watched as the female servants around her waved their hands, scattering pieces of Thunder Gold. "You may leave now."

"Thank you, young master!!"

The waitresses bowed with delight and left.

Such a generous young master is truly rare; he is indeed worthy of being a Purple Mansion cultivator who has opened the Immortal Gate.

"Young master."

Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling, having also finished dressing, came to Han Feiyu's side.

Han Feiyu's gaze pierced through the walls of the pavilion and looked at the location of the Yinglong Guard teleportation array in the center of Dongyu City. "Master Duyun, Meng Yuchang, and those two disciples of the Rift Sky Sword Sect, they really arrived quickly."

Wow.

At this moment, the power of the small teleportation array unique to Yinglong Guard had just dissipated, revealing several figures.

It was none other than True Person Duyun, Meng Yuchang, and two other Purple Mansion disciples from the Rift Sky Sword Sect.

Han Feiyu's divine sense saw through everything.

Splash.

Han Feiyu took out a beautiful landscape painting scroll with a slightly divine meaning, unfolded it, and then looked at Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling, "You two hold my hands tightly."

Without saying a word, Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling placed their hands on Han Feiyu's palms.

next moment--

Han Feiyu reached out and touched the side, and with a whoosh, a figure exactly like Han Feiyu appeared. It was the clone of Han Feiyu manifested by the 'Clone Technique'.

This scene left Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling utterly shocked and stunned.

But at the same time, Han Feiyu also gripped their hands tightly, and then, with a thought, he used a mysterious magic technique—the Ruyi Divine Power!

With a whoosh.

Layers of misty light enveloped the three of them, and then, led by Han Feiyu, they flew directly into the painting.

Phew~

The scroll fell into the hands of Han Feiyu's clone.

If someone were to look at it, they would see that three ink-wash figures have appeared in the original landscape painting.

call.

With a flash of light, Han Feiyu emerged from the painting once more. With a thought, he dispelled his clone and stored the painting in his storage space.

This spatial magic is something even most immortals probably don't possess.

"Yinglong Guard, Myriad Manifestations True Person, Earth-Rank Magic Treasure, let me see just how capable they are..."

Han Feiyu scanned the several Purple Mansion cultivators monitoring him outside with his divine sense and walked out of Dongyu Pavilion.

"Squeak~"

As soon as the door opened, three figures could be seen staring blankly at them from a distance. Han Feiyu glanced over with a disdainful smile.

I had only glanced outside a few times when four figures flew in from mid-air.

"Master Duyun, it's been a long time."

Han Feiyu recognized the person at a glance and calmly greeted Meng Tianyun and Meng Yuchang and the other three opposite him.

call.

Master Duyun and his companions, including Meng Tianyun, flew closer and looked at Han Feiyu with a cold smile. "You seem quite calm, don't you?"

"In this Great Xia city, do you think you can kill me?" Han Feiyu smiled. He wasn't a wanted criminal of the Great Xia Dynasty, but just a rogue cultivator wanted by the Meng Clan. He still had some protection in this Great Xia Dynasty garrison city.

only……

Meng Yuchang, standing beside Meng Tianyun, suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha!!"

"Hahaha……"

As Meng Yuchang's laughter spread, the other two disciples of the Rift Sky Sword Sect also burst into laughter.

Even Meng Tianyun's lips unconsciously curled up, looking at Han Feiyu with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, "But you forgot, I am Yinglong Guard."

Upon hearing this, Han Feiyu said with an exaggerated expression of regret, "Oh dear, I really forgot about that."

Ying Longwei can handle cases on a case-by-case basis.

In such a remote border town, the orders of the Yinglong Guard could naturally bypass some rules.

Han Feiyu naturally knew that this was merely giving these dying souls a final chance to speak.

"Um?!"

Seeing the change in Han Feiyu's expression, Meng Tianyun felt a sense of unease.

Meng Yuchang and the two disciples of the Rift Sky Sword Sect also sensed a strange atmosphere.

call out!call out!call out!call out!

Four flying swords suddenly flashed in front of Meng Tianyun and Meng Yuchang.

laugh--

Ding ding ding—

laugh!

The four flying swords killed one Myriad Manifestations True Person and three Purple Mansion Perfection cultivators, but the results were different.

The magical treasures of Meng Yuchang and the other two were instantly struck and sent flying.

The flying sword was too fast, so fast that none of them could react in time. They could only barely use their magic weapons to defend themselves, and they couldn't even fully unleash the power of their magic weapons.

Moreover, the power and impact of the flying sword far surpass the might of the magical flying swords controlled by ordinary Myriad Manifestations True Persons...

As a result, the flying sword pierced through the bodies of the three people, extinguishing their life force!

Whoosh—

The flying sword made only one round trip.

Meng Tianyun, a True Man of Myriad Manifestations with a Earth-rank magic treasure protecting him, narrowly escaped death, but a large gash was torn in his shoulder, and his eyes were full of confusion and surprise.

But then, Meng Tianyun became completely enraged, shouting, "Han Feiyu, I'll kill you!!!"

boom!

Twelve flying swords, a black stone disc, and a white jade fan—all magical treasures were unleashed.

The surrounding world also changed in an instant, revealing the Dharma form of the Myriad Manifestations True Man, the brilliant moon and stars.

call.

As the wind and thunder moved, just as Meng Tianyun was about to use the power of the Myriad Manifestations True Man to annihilate Han Feiyu with overwhelming force, Han Feiyu suddenly appeared in front of him with a flying leap.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Those were two magnificent sword lights. Han Feiyu's first sword strike sent Meng Tianyun's protective magic treasure flying away, while the second sword strike completely shattered his protective talisman.

laugh--

Flying sword! Flying sword!

Using his divine sense and almost supernatural powers, he controlled the sword with a sword-controlling technique that instantly returned the flying sword to its owner's body.