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

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"You've gone too far!!"

Before Master Miaochang and Meng Shi could speak, a cultivator from the Purple Mansion behind them called out.

He was a middle-aged man in black who looked to be in his thirties. The vicissitudes on his face showed how difficult it was for him to break through to the innate level.

But the next moment——

boom!

Han Feiyu's divine sense directly blasted the black-clad Purple Mansion cultivator away.

With a thud, the black-clad Purple Mansion cultivator crashed directly into the wall of Meng Shi's City Lord's Mansion. Although he didn't die, bloodstains were flowing from his mouth and body, indicating a serious situation.

This sudden change also put everyone on edge.

Swoosh! Boom! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Magical artifacts and spells appeared one by one.

But Han Feiyu simply waved his hand, and with a whoosh, a barrier instantly enveloped Master Miaochang and the other five, including Meng Shi.

bang bang bang...

The attack landed on the barrier without causing it to break in the slightest.

Both Meng Wuchang and Meng Shi were startled.

Isn't Han Feiyu just a Myriad Manifestations True Person? How come the barrier he casually set up is so powerful? It can't even be broken by the magic weapon used by a Myriad Manifestations True Person! Impossible, right?

Wow.

In the midst of their astonishment, Meng Shi and the other four also saw the black-clad Purple Mansion cultivator being manipulated and pulled over by Han Feiyu's divine sense.

Then Han Feiyu smiled and stared at them, "It seems you can't see the situation clearly."

boom!

click -

The barrier above suddenly pressed down, directly crushing the magical artifacts of Meng Shi and Meng Wuchang, overwhelming them with its destructive force.

They were completely powerless to resist!

bang bang...

Meng Shi, Meng Wuchang, and the three Purple Mansion cultivators were all forced to kneel down.

"Brother Han, please calm down!"

At the critical moment, Meng Shi could no longer hold on and begged for mercy, "Brother Han, please have mercy! We have no intention of fighting you! I will not hesitate to accept your request and will definitely report it to the Meng family patriarch. Please spare our lives."

"Fellow Daoist Han! I will definitely report your request to the Ancestor. Please spare us." Meng Wuchang was also completely panicked and admitted defeat. Han Feiyu's methods and strength were simply too oppressive.

He was at the late stage of the Ten Thousand Manifestations realm, while Meng Shi was at the early stage. The two of them exerted all their strength to control their magic weapons, yet they couldn't even break through a barrier that the other casually waved. The difference between them was like an insurmountable chasm. Thinking back on their actions just now, it was simply ridiculous.

No wonder Han Feiyu has such confidence; even the ancestors of the Meng family couldn't achieve this level of strength.

"I still prefer how you were just now," Han Feiyu couldn't help but chuckle. "How about you revert to your original state a little?"

Meng Shi said with an extremely sincere smile, "Brother Han, please stop joking. Quickly remove the barrier. We understand your request. As long as you let us go, I will immediately return to the Meng clan territory to report."

"Not forcing them?" Han Feiyu looked at Meng Shi and Meng Wuchang with a teasing expression.

"Not at all forced," Meng Shilian shook his head and smiled.

At this moment, he had no reason to refuse Han Feiyu. This was the second time he had been impressed by Han Feiyu's extraordinary talent.

The first time was when Han Feiyu killed Meng Tianyun... In just a few years, Han Feiyu's strength and Dao realm have improved to this level. His cultivation speed is terrifying!

Ninety-nine percent of the resentment and discontent in Meng Shi's heart dissipated completely.

"And you?" Han Feiyu looked at Meng Wuchang. "Barely?"

"Not at all, not at all." Meng Wuchang's attitude was completely different from before, with a smile of utter submission.

Han Feiyu glanced at the three Purple Mansion cultivators, who all lowered their heads, afraid of angering this monstrous genius, the Myriad Manifestations True Person.

Wow.

With a thought, Han Feiyu removed the oppressive barrier, but the barrier remained. However, the next moment, another magical chain entered the barrier.

With a whoosh, the magical chains easily bound the hands and feet of Meng Shi and his companions, forming a single chain.

The Purple Mansion cultivator who was still lying dead next to him was naturally locked up as well.

"Hand over all your magical treasures, and then Brother Meng, you can take two Purple Mansion cultivators back to the Meng Clan to report," Han Feiyu ordered ruthlessly, pointing at the group.

"Brother Han?! Isn't this a bit..." Meng Shi hesitated, reluctant to speak.

"If you don't give it to me, then die." Han Feiyu's eyes instantly turned cold, his killing intent pure. "I've already given the Meng family a lot of face."

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Meng Shi had no choice but to lower his head.

Meng Wuchang, standing nearby, suppressed his resentment and obediently took out his magic weapon. This Han Feiyu really dared to kill.

"That's amazing!"

Bai Ling's eyes sparkled, her heart pounding with excitement.

She hadn't expected her young master to subdue two Myriad Manifestations True Persons so easily. Although there wasn't a large-scale battle, his relaxed and carefree demeanor was truly impressive.

Lan Xiaodie and Han Xiaofu then chuckled as they sorted through the magical treasures of the Purple Mansion cultivators.

As for Han Xiaofei, he was just a figurehead.

Splash!

All the magical treasures of the two Myriad Manifestations True Persons and the three Purple Mansion cultivators were taken out one by one.

Splash splash splash...

The next moment, Han Feiyu's magic power directly refined these magical treasures.

Only three low-grade human-rank flying swords remained.

Meng Shi and Meng Wuchang felt heartbroken; those were their precious possessions.

"Whoosh. Whoosh."

Han Feiyu refined all the magical treasures before removing the chains binding Meng Shi and one of the Purple Mansion cultivators. "Brother Meng, you can leave now."

Meng Shi felt a sense of relief when his chains were removed, as the threat to his life was finally over.

"Brother Han, I admire your strength." Meng Shi looked at the calm and composed Han Feiyu and couldn't help but think of everything that had happened before. He then flattered him, "I will report this truthfully to my Meng Clan's Primordial Spirit Daoist Ancestor."

"Um."

Han Feiyu nodded.

He then looked at the black-clad cultivator whose injuries had not yet healed, and said, "Don't rush forward so quickly in the future. The boss hasn't given any orders, so why are you in such a hurry?"

The man in black naturally accompanied Meng Shi back to the Meng family.

"Xiao Die, Bai Ling, you've both opened your Purple Mansions..." Meng Shi smiled, then looked at Lan Xiao Die and Bai Ling: "That's wonderful."

He simply made this remark.

Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling looked at Meng Shi calmly.

"I'm gone."

After Meng Shi and his men helped the black-clad cultivator up, they immediately flew away from Mengshan City on their swords.

Huff. Huff.

The two sword lights disappeared into the distance.

"Fellow Daoist Han," Meng Wuchang, who was still bound, spoke again, somewhat with a sigh, "I'm afraid my value isn't enough to exchange for ten mid-grade Heaven-rank magic treasures. The Ancestor won't agree."

"It's nothing, it was expected." Han Feiyu said calmly, toying with Meng Wuchang's magical drum in his hand.

"You..." Meng Wuchang suddenly thought of another terrifying possibility.

……

Two days later.

Meng Shi and two Purple Mansion cultivators returned to the Meng clan's territory.

When the news of Han Feiyu's reappearance and his subsequent detention and plunder of Meng Shi, Meng Wuchang, and their magical treasures was fully revealed, the entire Meng family was enraged.