Chapter 380: The Fleeting Hero (2/2)

In just one day, the Divine King murdered four Giants to show his prestige and deter the world. On the other hand, Feiyun was dead for sure and no longer a threat. The older cultivators naturally wouldn’t attack him again. It wasn’t worth offending the Divine King by killing a piece of trash.

Of course, this was a different story for the young generation. After all, the Divine King couldn’t interfere with the youthful competition. Feiyun has offended many people so his future would be quite rough in this regard.

Before leaving the pagoda, he met Ji Ninnu. She didn’t mention the Eight Arts Volume at all and only told him to stay but Feiyun tactfully refused.

Scholar Heaven Calculating went to say goodbye and checked on his injury as well. Alas, this prodigy who knew everything in the world didn’t have a method of curing Yama’s Decay Blood.

“Brother Feng, do not give up. This world is boundless with many hidden masters everywhere. I’m sure one of them can cure your poison.” He consoled.

Feiyun still smiled leisurely despite his cracked lips and pale complexion: “I haven’t given up just yet. Even if I only have two years left, I’ll make it a good one.”

The scholar said: “According to my original calculation, you and Ziyu would have been the top competitors for the list but the heaven’s will is impossible to predict. This development caught me by surprise too. Do you have any plan after leaving the pagoda?”

Feiyun smiled and said: “I’m thinking about taking back some stuff that belongs to me.”

Feiyun drove a sallow carriage with his whip hitting the bull in front. It moved across a trail of leaves and away it went.

Yellow leaves were falling with the evening mist in this bleak autumn.

The scholar stood outside of the pagoda with his fluttering white robe resembling the falling snow. He stared at the carriage disappearing in the distance and murmured: “His fate is still impossible to seer. What is his future path?”

Feiyun was heading southward with a simple robe. He wore a straw hat to block the cold win as well as avoiding showing others his sickly face.

He was feeble and would occasionally cough out blood. This didn’t stop him from humming some tunes, however.

“Time to go back to the Feng Clan now. Gotta take some stuff back and kill a few people before death.”

The carriage made it through a pine thicket and it became an open field with an old city.

He has arrived at Brilliant. This old city was the entrance to the pagoda. He entered the city and saw many cultivators inside. Among them were many disciples in white from the pagoda. They quickly rushed through to bring back the corpse palaces.

They were still fighting for the ranking while Feiyun has left the competition completely and could even leave the stage of life as well.

Feiyun heard many discussions and sighs about him. Everyone felt that his time was over. There was no way for him to return to the top.

The demon’s son was completely crippled.

Suddenly, two soldiers with the uniform of the martial army stopped the carriage. They rode bulls with the saber as their weapon of choice and a beast soul coiling around their body. Their tiger eyes flashed as they looked down at Feiyun.

One of them coldly said: “Feiyun, come with us!”

There was no need to be respectful now that Feiyun was a piece of trash.

Feiyun slightly tilted rain hat and smirked: “Didn’t think I would be spotted like this.”

“General Ling has waited for you for two years.” The other bluntly said.

“General Ling? Ling Donglai?” Feiyun looked up towards a pavilion made from ice. He saw Ling Donglai standing proudly above with a saber on his waist. He looked like a timeless god.

This person was stubborn enough. In order to capture him, the guy has actually waited for two years outside of the pagoda. It looked like he has made a military pact to capture Feiyun at all cost.

This was a man of principle.

Donglai looked down at Feiyun with a murderous glint. Earlier, he has received an order from the capital to kill Feiyun instead of bringing him back.

He must follow a direct order.

Feiyun naturally sensed this bloodlust emanating from his body. Suddenly, his spiritual sense tingled. There was a second bloodlust from a different direction. He turned and saw a beautiful woman sitting inside a teahouse. She was sipping tea with her back turned on him.

The autumn wind brought about another cold chill. The second bloodlust came from this woman.