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Put away the furnace of life and death.
Han Feng used the Devouring Prison Sword as a crutch, swaying as he supported himself, and quickly left the place.
After being refined, the Devouring Sword has concealed its divine brilliance and ferocious aura, appearing on the surface as ordinary and unremarkable.
Han Feng gripped the sword hilt confidently, unfazed by the stares of others. Even though the sword's shape was peculiar and somewhat menacing, it would at most attract attention for its appearance, not for its power. The blade was as lustrous as crystal, seemingly delicate and fragile, giving the illusion that it could break easily. It was more like a fine work of art than a bloodthirsty weapon.
At that moment, Bai Yifei, the White-Clad Lesser Master of Fate, was on his way to the capital of Baiyue when he suddenly sensed something. He abruptly turned around, his gaze fixed on the distant direction behind him. There, he saw a massive, blood-red sword shadow rapidly materializing, its tip pointing straight to the sky. The invisible, terrifying pressure emanating from it caused even the red and white swords hanging at his waist to tremble, seemingly in fear of the boundless malevolent aura.
"General Bai, this is..." The adjutant beside him was shocked and pale.
Bai Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly and coldly ordered, "Send out a White Armor Army to investigate. If there are any unusual people or things, bring them to me."
"Yes, General Bai!" The deputy general accepted the order and personally deployed the operation.
In the Wei Kingdom, the Yunmeng Mountains are layered with peaks and ridges, lush forests, craggy rocks, and swirling clouds and mist, showcasing the magnificent beauty of natural scenery. ... And in that hidden, secret realm, there is a little-known place called: Ghost Valley.
Just as the crimson sword energy soared into the sky, Guiguzi, who was instructing his disciples Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, abruptly stopped speaking and turned to look at the southeastern horizon. Even from a distance of thousands of miles, the colossal crimson sword towering between heaven and earth was still clearly visible, as if it could be reached out and touched.
"Master, what is that?" Gai Nie, still a child at heart, asked.
On the other side, a silver-haired boy named Wei Zhuang stood expressionless, his tone cold: "That's a sword."
"Xiao Zhuang, you're being naughty again." Gai Nie tilted his head slightly and looked at Wei Zhuang calmly.
"Another extraordinary sword has emerged, like a reverse scale, equally powerful and mysterious." Guiguzi, dressed in a black robe and stroking his long beard, revealed his interest in this new sword.
The mountain wind howled, whipping up his black robe, the two characters "Guigu" on his back fluttering like a lively banner in the wind. This was the name that commanded the awe of the feudal lords of various states; in his anger, the feudal lords trembled with fear; in times of peace, the world submitted to him. This was the master strategist Guigu.
239. Bei Mingzi: Chaos is Coming
Guiguzi stared at it for a long time, his eyes flashing with caution and curiosity: "As soon as it appeared in the world, it caused a dramatic change in the celestial phenomena. Such a fierce sword will surely become the target of swordsmen all over the world."
"I wonder which master swordsmith crafted this sword?"
In the State of Qi, at the Xiaoshengxianzhuang (Little Sage Village), Xunzi, hailed as a semi-sage of his time, sat beneath an ancient pine tree, earnestly instructing his two outstanding disciples, Han Fei and Li Si. Just as he reached a crucial point in his discourse, Xunzi suddenly stopped, turning his head to look southwest, a hint of seriousness appearing in his wise eyes.
"With such intense and ferocious sword energy, this sword seems to have been born for slaughter."
Han Fei and Li Si noticed their teacher's unusual behavior and turned around together. They saw a huge sword shadow shrouded in blood mist standing between heaven and earth, accompanied by changing wind and clouds and rolling thunder, as if foreshadowing an impending apocalyptic catastrophe.
"If I remember correctly, that direction and distance should be the Baiyue region." Han Fei gazed at the giant sword in the distant blood mist, lost in deep thought.
In the Qin state, atop Mount Taiyi, Bei Mingzi, who had been lost in his dream of Zhuangzi's butterfly dream, suddenly awoke from his state of blissful oblivion, his body involuntarily straightening. He murmured, "A chaotic world is coming."
After a brief observation, Bei Mingzi took the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and took a sip, then leisurely lay down and closed his eyes to rest.
At the same time, in a secluded mountain near Mount Taiyi, a series of exquisite buildings dotted the green hills and clear waters, blending seamlessly with the natural landscape, creating a breathtaking scene. The area was shrouded in mist, dreamlike and ethereal, like a fairyland.
This place is the headquarters of the Yin-Yang School, which branched off from the Three Pure Ones five hundred years ago.
On the top of the Star-Picking Tower, Donghuang Taiyi, the leader of the Yin-Yang School, stood at the peak. His black robe moved without wind, and the sun, moon and star ornaments on his shoulders and head swayed in the wind. From a distance, it looked as if the universe and the Milky Way were flowing and changing within it.
"The Devouring Prison, a sword that should not exist in a predetermined destiny, its birth changed the celestial phenomena of all living beings."
The majestic and mysterious voice emanated from beneath the black robe, echoing throughout the Star-Picking Tower's Star Palace. Not far below, a young girl named Moon Goddess, dressed in a flowing purple gown and wearing a purple eye patch, piously inquired of Donghuang Taiyi: "Lord Donghuang, should we remove this sword?"
"The Devouring Prison is still in its infancy and has not yet become a force to be reckoned with."
Before all plans are fully implemented, Donghuang Taiyi will not allow any variables to exist. If any variables appear, he will either control them or destroy them.
"Dispatch Shao Siming to deal with Shi Yu."
"If we can capture it alive and bring it back, that would be best; if not, we should destroy it directly."
Just as Donghuang Taiyi gave the order, starlight flickered in the Star Palace, gradually converging into the shape of the Devouring Prison Sword.
Then, a pair of stunningly beautiful women dressed in black and white dresses walked in side by side. They looked up at the grotesque giant sword formed by the light of Star 243, remained silent, and then respectfully bowed to Donghuang Taiyi before quietly retreating.
In the capital city of Baiyue, the deposed crown prince, Chi Mei Jun Tianze, who temporarily held the pinnacle of power, was filled with excitement the moment he sensed the formation of the crimson giant sword. This man, who loved collecting all kinds of famous swords, was overwhelmed with excitement.
Stepping out of the palace, Tianze observed carefully for a moment before decisively ordering, "You two, go and fetch that sword for me."
Upon receiving the order, Wushuang Gui and Yan Lingji immediately set off.
About three hours later, a Baiyue scout rushed over, knelt on one knee, and urgently reported to Tianze.
240. Sacrifice blood to the Devouring Sword and break through the encirclement.
"Reporting to Lord Chimei, the allied forces of Chu and Han have arrived less than twenty miles outside the city!"
A deep sense of worry quietly surfaced in the eyes of Tianze, the deposed crown prince of Baiyue.
"I never expected them to approach so quickly."
The Chu and Han armies were pressing in like a raging torrent, closing in on the city.
Red-browed Lord Tianze stood still for a moment, his heart filled with regret for the sword, but he was fully aware of the urgency of the situation and made no attempt to back down.
Turning to face his many followers, the deposed crown prince Tianze began to issue new military orders.
"Pass down the order: warriors of all tribes, stand ready for battle! The entire army, enter a state of combat readiness!"
"As ordered!"
Meanwhile, on his way, Han Feng left the place where the anomaly had just occurred. He took out a spare salt-baked meat jerky from the huge bamboo box on his back, quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it after only a rough chew.
At the same time, he used his mysterious icy internal energy to perform a unique dissolving technique, which greatly enhanced the digestive and absorptive efficiency of his stomach and intestines.
The abundant nourishing power, combined with the astonishing recovery ability of that heaven-defying rebirth technique, is rapidly restoring the extreme weakness caused by massive blood loss.
"It will take about three hours to return to normal~々."
At this moment, the hematopoietic function in his bone marrow was running at full speed.
Countless fresh blood was continuously generated from the bone marrow and flowed into the blood vessels in his body, gradually stabilizing Han Feng's originally trembling and weak legs, and slowly restoring his pale complexion to a rosy hue.
He stood atop a large tree, gazing into the distance.
"We are approaching the border between Baiyue and Chu. We just hope we can cross safely."
Right now,
Han Feng keenly caught the barely perceptible sound of horses' hooves coming from behind. He turned around and, based on the sound source, his heart skipped a beat.
"This is the very place where I previously offered my blood as a sacrifice to the Devouring Hell Sword."
"They arrived so swiftly, I wonder who they've attracted?"
Based on the existing clues, he analyzed in detail:
"Given the sound of horses' hooves and the large number of people, it is highly likely to be an army."
"And the closest army to there is the white-armored force led by that white-haired, red-eyed youth, which matches the timeline perfectly."
He glanced back deeply.
Han Feng resolutely changed direction, choosing to traverse the rugged and difficult primeval jungle.
The intention was to use the terrain advantage to offset the speed advantage of the enemy cavalry.
“If it weren’t for the large number of attackers this time, I would have wiped you all out, as a way of getting some retribution for that arrow I just shot.”
In the blink of an eye, Han Feng's figure had vanished without a trace.
The white-armored army arrived swiftly upon receiving the order, specifically to investigate.
After arriving at the destination,
The white-armored army squad leader dismounted and carefully examined the marks on the ground, discovering numerous clues.
The target was a young man, whose steps were unsteady and whose injuries were quite severe.
"It must be the boy who was shot by the general with an arrow earlier."
The squad leader stood up and pointed to the dense forest on the left: "That way, give chase!"
The soldiers obeyed the order and immediately spurred their horses to give chase. However, it was not long before the white-armored army was forced to stop.
Towering ancient trees, intertwined with vines.
Riding a horse at high speed in this environment is extremely difficult, and walking is much faster.
Left with no other choice, the White Armor Army squad leader ordered a portion of the White Armor Army to stay behind and tend to their warhorses, while the rest would run alongside him in pursuit.
241. Ambush and kill the White-Armored Army
Han Feng, who was in the forest and trying to escape the trouble, was alerted by the chirping of a small black bird and realized that the enemy was following him from behind.
And there are quite a lot of them.
"It seems they really won't give up. In that case, let your blood be a sacrifice for my Devouring Sword." Han Feng's mind raced, and he already had a plan.
Given that the body has not yet fully recovered and remains weak,
He did not choose to confront the other party head-on.
“Besides witchcraft, we Yue people are also skilled in poison and Gu magic.” He turned his head slightly, a cold smile appearing on his lips: “Although I have no talent for Gu magic, I do have some knowledge of poison.”
"It's enough to deal with you outsiders."
During the subsequent leg of the journey,