“But you were all born as divine beasts. Youyou is only a half-step sacred beast.” Feng Qingran hid the surprise in her eyes. What Feng Ci said was true—she really hadn’t noticed.
Seeing that Feng Qingran truly knew nothing, Feng Ci could only explain.
“Do you know where Iron-Eating Beasts came from? During the Primordial Era, they were appointed by the Sages. Back then, even the Sages didn’t dare casually go up against an Iron-Eating Beast. Iron-Eating Beasts cultivate and attain the Dao differently from us. Put it this way—a level ten Iron-Eating Beast can take on a whole group of level fifty tigers!”
Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes went wide, and she couldn’t help blurting out, “Feng Ci, why didn’t you say this earlier!”
If you’d told me earlier, I definitely would have brought Youyou along!
“It’s no exaggeration to say that with an Iron-Eating Beast, you could basically walk sideways through this small world!” Feng Ci said with absolute certainty.
Feng Qingran mused to herself—if she chopped down all the bamboo on Mozhu Peak and put it into her spatial storage, would Mo Jinghong hunt her down?
Qin Haoyan looked at the distracted Feng Qingran, his expression cold. “Who is Feng Ci?”
Feng Qingran snapped back to her senses. She had accidentally forgotten to use voice transmission earlier!
“Who is Feng Ci?” Feng Qingran feigned confusion.
Qin Haoyan’s gaze was icy, like two terrifying beams of light shooting toward Feng Qingran.
Feng Qingran held the Qingluan Sword in front of her and kindly advised, “Um… let’s talk this out nicely. Don’t forget, there’s a bunch of False Gods outside. If you rashly kill me like this, you’ll definitely be surrounded and attacked by the others!”
There were rules within the Nine Provinces—False Gods could not attack juniors without cause.
Especially juniors under five hundred years old!
If they violated the rules, they had to accept punishment.
This rule also existed to ensure the growth of outstanding juniors.
“Besides, I haven’t provoked you either. Killing me wouldn’t even be worth it for you, would it?” Feng Qingran’s voice was like a lark’s, soft and crisp.
Qin Haoyan’s movement, as he prepared to search her soul, stopped.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have hesitated from the very beginning.
“Then hand over your things yourself. Little girl, some things don’t belong to you. Holding onto them will only bring you fatal disaster.”
Qin Haoyan knew that if the circumstances weren’t wrong today, he wouldn’t be wasting words on Feng Qingran.
“What things? I really didn’t take anything.” Feng Qingran was neither humble nor arrogant, every word and action showing calm composure.
She still had the life-saving golden light from Grandpa Dragon Emperor. If it really came down to it, when Qin Haoyan prepared to search her soul, she would stab herself with her own sword.
One beam of golden light from Grandpa Dragon Emperor, and this Domain of the False God would definitely break.
A vast and mighty pressure surged toward Feng Qingran, terrifying beyond measure—something Feng Qingran simply couldn’t resist.
Clang! —
Feng Qingran’s whole body went rigid, and the Qingluan Sword dropped.
Feng Qingran thought to herself that this was bad. She’d miscalculated—she’d forgotten that under the pressure, she couldn’t move.
Qin Haoyan walked up to Feng Qingran, raised his hand, and a mass of black mist drifted from his palm toward Feng Qingran’s brow.
At the same time—
Outside the domain, after Feng Qingran and Qin Haoyan disappeared together.
Everyone from Qingyun State saw this scene and stood up.
“Little Junior Sister!” Ning Shiyue watched helplessly as Feng Qingran vanished, panic showing in her eyes.
“That despicable villain Qin Haoyan actually pulled Feng Qingran into his domain!” Rong Zhuofan said furiously.
Xiao Qingfeng shouted toward Yun Hai, “Yun Hai, someone is openly challenging your authority. Aren’t you going to do something about it?”
Yun Hai glanced lightly at Ning Shiyue. He was just about to speak when he spotted a familiar figure not far away.
Yun Hai’s cold eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a chilling voice, “I only manage matters concerning the competition. As long as the competition isn’t disturbed, I won’t interfere!”
Seeing this, Luo Xiyao felt relieved. Her expression was arrogant as she said, “Sect Master Xiao, let’s still discuss the matter of the three-round competition. Perhaps if you agree to finish the three rounds, my master will release the person.”
“Can a junior like you decide a competition between two states?” Xiao Qingfeng’s cold eyes were gloomy.
“She can’t decide—can I decide, then?” Luo Wuji’s eyes flickered between light and dark.
Rong Zhuofan’s bushy beard trembled as he said seriously, “I agree to Haoling State’s demands, but you must guarantee Feng Qingran’s safety!”
“You also have to put up the Tianyuan Fruit as a bet!” Luo Xiyao took the opportunity to make demands.
“We need to discuss this with someone. The Tianyuan Fruit isn’t in our hands.” Rong Zhuofan looked toward Dugu Jianyi.
Dugu Jianyi didn’t hesitate and handed a box to Rong Zhuofan. “I agree.”
“We want to inspect the goods.” Luo Xiyao pressed aggressively.
At this, everyone’s expressions changed.
A group of people not far away were all staring intently at the box in Rong Zhuofan’s hands.
They had long heard that the Tianyuan Fruit was the key to advancing to the Fusion Stage.
If only they could obtain the Tianyuan Fruit, how wonderful would that be?
“Xiyao, shut up!” Luo Wuji scolded coldly.
Even though Yun Hai was here to keep order, once the aura of the Tianyuan Fruit leaked out, no one could guarantee that everyone wouldn’t join forces and attack!
“Second Uncle, I was just afraid they’d use a fake to fool us.” Luo Xiyao said aggrievedly.
“Indeed, Daoist Wuji, your niece makes a lot of sense. Why not open the box and inspect the goods?” Wenren Jiuxiao suddenly appeared, making everyone tense up.
“Wenren Jiuxiao, this is a matter between Haoling State and Qingyun State.” Luo Wuji warned.
Even Yun Hai was wary of Wenren Jiuxiao, so naturally Luo Wuji was no exception.
Wenren Jiuxiao was also one of the few people who could make Luo Wuji’s expression change.
Wenren Jiuxiao chuckled softly, his pair of bewitching eyes soul-stealing and mesmerizing. “Daoist Wuji really is no fun. I was only making a suggestion.”
