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

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Mengshan City.

It was the time of day when the morning sun was at its most comfortable. Han Feiyu lay sprawled on a patch of grass, leisurely basking in the sun. A winter breeze blew by, adding a touch of chill to the air.

Sudden--

Suddenly, Han Feiyu opened his eyes wide. "Three Nascent Soul Daoists?!"

His divine sense clearly allowed him to see movements two hundred miles away.

It was a huge magical warship that was moving at great speed, with the character "Meng" written on its hull. There were many Myriad Manifestations True Persons and Purple Mansion cultivators on board, and Meng Shi was among them.

The leaders were clearly the three primordial spirit Daoist ancestors of the Meng clan.

"This lineup really thinks highly of me." Han Feiyu also recognized the three Nascent Soul Daoists. According to the information from Tianbao Mountain, the 'Water Fish Daoist' in white robes and black hair and the 'Mysterious Ink Daoist' in black and white robes were in the late stage of Nascent Soul, while the Yongmu Daoist with a scroll-shaped crown on his head was in the perfect stage of Nascent Soul. It has to be said that the Meng family is indeed a large tribe in Anchan County, and they make a big move right away.

A force possessing several Nascent Soul Daoists is considered top-tier in the entire Anchan Prefecture; this is a consensus. If it had a Celestial Ancestor or Loose Immortal presiding over it, it would be the very pinnacle of power.

Loose immortals and earth immortals are still quite intimidating...

"The Wondrous Immortal~~~"

"Your family has come to pick you up."

Han Feiyu slowly stood up and exclaimed, "The leisurely time is over."

"The Wondrous and Constant True Man!"

Meng Wuchang and the two Purple Mansion cultivators were startled by the shout, and their gazes involuntarily turned to the corpse beside them.

That's ruthless.

How much blood would a zombie need to drink and how many people would it kill to be raised like this?

"Let's go, Master Miaochang."

Lan Xiaodie called out and walked out from the side, with Bai Ling walking beside her. Han Xiaofei, obeying the order, grabbed the magic weapon chains and dragged Meng Wuchang and the other two out.

call……

boom……

Han Feiyu stood on the grass, sensing with his divine sense the sound of the Meng clan's warship hurtling through the air.

"Young master."

Lan Xiaodie led Meng Wuchang and the other two out, just as the Meng clan's warship arrived outside Mengshan City.

The enormous warship, which drew upon the vital energy of heaven and earth, created quite a stir, and many ordinary people and cultivators both inside and outside the city saw it from afar.

Wow.

Han Feiyu waved several barriers, instantly separating the vision of Meng Wuchang and the other two from the divine sense of the three primordial spirit Daoists of the Meng clan on the warship, and then took out the scroll.

Lan Xiaodie and Bai Ling were also prepared.

"Enter."

Han Feiyu cast a spell, and the two of them were instantly transported into the world of the painting.

boom.

The coffin for raising corpses reappeared, and Han Xiaofei skillfully crawled inside. In a flash, he was put back into Han Feiyu's magic weapon.

wow...

The barrier dissipated.

Han Feiyu had also prepared magical wings and gloves. He then cast a spell, soaring through the clouds and pulling on the chains to take Meng Wuchang and the other two into the sky.

"Um?"

Standing at the head of the table, the middle-aged man, Daoist Yongmu, with a calm and composed expression and a crown of curly hair, said in surprise, "His barrier can actually isolate divine sense. He really does have some skills."

"Shuiyu, Xuanmo, don't let your guard down."

Daoist Yongmu then transmitted his instructions telepathically.

"Hmm." Beside him, the one with white robes, black hair, and a solemn expression was Daoist Shuiyu. Now that he had witnessed Han Feiyu's methods firsthand, he naturally understood that Han Feiyu was not someone to be trifled with.

"I know." The one dressed in a black and white Taoist robe with a rugged temperament was Xuanmo Taoist, and his expression had calmed down considerably.

My initial disdain for Han Feiyu changed after he showed me his skills. Such a powerful rogue cultivator couldn't possibly be without a backup plan; he must have made thorough preparations.

If we don't give them the magic weapon and don't save Meng Wuchang and the other two, it will definitely hurt the feelings of the other tribal masters.

And Han Feiyu... killed Wanxiang Zhenren as easily as killing a chicken!

Such power and methods are probably those of a reincarnated immortal. The Meng family has likely really messed with the wrong person this time and is going to suffer a great loss.

"So what if he's a reincarnated immortal? He's only at the Myriad Manifestations level; his soul is probably not strong." Daoist Yongmu reiterated the plan to Daoist Shuiyu and Daoist Xuanmo, "Act according to the situation later. If his soul isn't strong..."

"Um."

Shuiyu Daoren and Xuanmo Daoren both nodded.

Outside the warship...

Han Feiyu also looked at the Meng family members from afar, and then shouted, "Now that the three Meng family ancestors have arrived, come out and return my magic weapon."

"Your Meng Clan's Master Miaochang and the two Purple Mansion cultivators are all here unharmed..."

Han Feiyu tugged at the chains, which rattled loudly. Meng Wuchang and the two Purple Mansion cultivators were locked up and unable to move freely. This scene filled the many cultivators of the Meng clan with anger and humiliation.

Whoosh, whoosh. Whoosh.

In an instant, Daoist Yongmu, Daoist Shuiyu, and Daoist Xuanmo flew out of the warship, followed by several Wanxiang True Persons from the Meng clan who were quite skilled in cultivation.

Among them was Meng Tianxuan, dressed in black robes and with white hair.

Meng Tianxuan was also coldly staring at Han Feiyu at this moment...

"It's a real honor that all three of the Meng family's Nascent Soul Daoist Ancestors have come." Han Feiyu smiled calmly as always. "Yongmu Daoist, Shuiyu Daoist, and Xuanmo Daoist, I've long admired your names."

Although Yongmu Daoist was furious at Han Feiyu's attitude, he was also wary of the three hostages in Han's hands. So he lowered his head and said, "Young friend Han, the Meng family was inconsiderate in what happened that day. As long as you release these three, the Meng family will definitely remember this favor. We will even give you three high-grade earth-rank magic treasures as compensation. What do you say?"

"Not very good!"

Han Feiyu shook her head firmly, then looked at Yongmu Daoist with feigned anger, "Meng Changsong, what I want are three high-grade Heaven-rank magic treasures, and you've given me three high-grade Earth-rank magic treasures. Do you think I'm easy to bully?!"

"Or do you really think I wouldn't dare kill your Meng clan's Myriad Manifestations True Man..."

Crackle, click.

The chains tightened, and Meng Wuchang and the other two screamed in agony from the force of the chains, "Ah!!"

"stop!!"

"stop--"

Not only did Daoist Yongmu, Daoist Shuiyu, and Daoist Xuanmo shout loudly, but Meng Tianxuan and the other Wanxiang Zhenren also shouted loudly.

"Young man! Don't you think your conditions are a bit too unrealistic?"

"Meng Renbai, Xuanmo Daoist."

Han Feiyu glanced at Xuanmo Daoist, who spoke as if he wanted to kill him, and said, "Your Meng clan has such a large place, so many Myriad Manifestations, and several Nascent Soul Daoists, how come you can't even gather a few Heavenly Rank magic treasures?"

"Where did your confidence to issue a warrant and put a bounty on me go? You guys seemed pretty tough back then!"

The voice just fell.

The remaining Water Fish Daoist then spoke excitedly, "That's not a cabbage, that's a top-grade Heavenly Rank magic treasure! Even ordinary Nascent Soul Daoists don't possess such a powerful magic treasure. How many do you think the Meng Clan has? Do you expect us to give you all our own magic treasures?!"

"Han Feiyu, you should know that top-grade magic treasures are rare and precious, how could I possibly give them to you!"

"We've already shown enough sincerity by exchanging three high-grade Earth-rank magic treasures for those three."

Yongmu Daoren, whose real name is Meng Changsong.

Shuiyu Daoren, whose real name is Meng Yuzhen.

Xuanmo Daoren, whose real name is Meng Renbai.

Each of them had cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years, and the three of them were now working together very well, even complaining about their hardships.

Han Feiyu couldn't help but laugh...