Chapter 122: Rescue

The wild wind howled, blowing against Feng Yan's face; Feng Yan felt neither sorrow nor joy, staring at the piles of corpses before him.

"Child, you didn't want me to fulfill my promise? Now, they have come."

In Feng Yan's sight appeared two people, who were carrying a girl's corpse and came to this graveyard hill; without any hesitation, they directly threw the corpse down.

Feng Yan watched the two recede into the distance, his nose caught the stench of the corpses, he frowned, then he jumped down into the graveyard hill.

"The people here seem to have forgotten that they are still human," Feng Yan said coldly, looking around at the corpses, crows circled the rotting corpses feeding, emitting terrifying cries.

Ah~ ah~ ah……

One after another, the cries made the scalp tingle, but Feng Yan paid no heed, walking on by himself until he reached the girl's side.

The girl struggled to breathe, then slowly opened her eyes, seeing the man before her, she uttered a weak voice asking: "I, have I come to hell?"

Feng Yan shook his head, then nodded.

A mass of crows blackened the sky as they circled above, matching the piles of corpses on the ground, making one feel oppressed and unable to breathe.

Feng Yan stood among the heap of corpses, gazing at the circling crows in the sky, then looking at the corpses beneath his feet, he still bent down.

Finally, Feng Yan embraced the dying girl before him, gazing at her with kind eyes, he finally forced out a smile and softly said: "Child, I have come to fulfill the promise I made to your brother."

"Brother..." the girl whispered the two words weakly, then finally looked at Feng Yan.

Feng Yan looked at the girl in his arms, her clothing disheveled, the back of her head already scabbed, he saw her face covered in blood and grime, and the anger in his heart ignited with a boom.

These people are simply worse than beasts!

Feng Yan clearly knew in his heart that some things needed to be resolved.

He took off his clothes and walked step by step toward the outside of the graveyard hill.

But how could those crows and some other animals allow the food in their mouths to leave step by step? They let out a strange cry and surged forward!

At that moment, a cold light flashed from the Black Sword on Feng Yan's back, emitting a humming sword resonance.

Seeing the Black Sword naturally drawn and hovering in midair, the group of animals halted their attack for a moment.

The animals' eyes were filled with fear, more so with confusion; they did not understand how a sword could leave a person's hand and take the initiative to defend.

Feng Yan walked step by step, slowly heading toward the direction of the exit.

The animals were blocked by a sword; they dared not step forward, unsure whether it was due to fear or the unknown power before them.

Ah~ a flock of crows emitted hoarse cries and charged toward the direction Feng Yan was walking!

Feng Yan stopped his steps, a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Then a black afterimage flashed past; the crows lay scattered on the ground, some hacked in two, others still alive but weakly struggling on the ground.

Feng Yan turned back, looked at the crows on the ground, sighed, then glanced at the corpses in the graveyard hill, let out a sigh, and carried the girl in his arms away.

All the living creatures in the graveyard hill saw Feng Yan off, their eyes filled with reluctance at the food flying from their mouths, as well as fear of that long sword.

The animals saw Feng Yan off, their eyes full of reluctance, yet they could not help but turn back step by step to watch the prey in their mouths slowly depart, while they themselves slowly began to leave.

Feng Yan carried the girl away slowly from here, stepping on and shattering many bones along the way; a wind blew from the graveyard hill, bringing the stench characteristic of this place.

Feng Yan frowned, his stomach felt uneasy.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" the girl seemed to sense something and asked Feng Yan.

But how could Feng Yan possibly tell the truth? He merely spoke in an indulgent tone: "Don't worry, it's fine."

The girl nodded, then lay on Feng Yan's back and fell asleep.

The crows circled in the sky, one by one forming a vast black curtain that blocked the sun, which was originally the daylight's light.

Accompanied by the heart‑pounding hoarse cries of the crows, they swooped downward violently.

Feng Hui turned his head and saw, flocks of crows charging toward his face to attack!

Feng Yan was startled, also feeling the weight behind him; he knew he could not retreat.

"Ah, yes, I don't know fear, so am I not afraid of death?" Feng Yan said with a self‑mocking laugh.

"But! We can't just let you treat living people as food, can we?" Feng Yan shouted, "Come on! Let's see who is more ruthless!"

Just as his words fell, the Black Sword flashed with cold light, emitting a 'whoosh'!

The sound of air being split by that howl came, and the next moment the crows' cries of sorrow were heard.

Ah……

The crows emitted cries of sorrow, then plunged headfirst into the ground.

Feng Yan calmly watched all this, then finally said: "It's alright, let's go."

These words seemed to be spoken to the girl on his back, but more like spoken to himself.

The animals behind looked at the crows' corpses before them; some small creatures began to sneakily drag away the dead ones, preparing them as food.

At this moment, the crows fell from the sky onto the ground, standing on the high ground of the graveyard hill; just as they landed, a strand of golden sunlight pierced the darkness.

At that same moment, all the icy corpses received light and warmth, while that reluctance, in an instant, fell like glaciers scattering flowers, like flowing water to the valley floor, finally merging into the sea.

"Have you attained liberation?"

A strange voice came from the sky; all the animals raised their heads, gazing at the azure sky, and shook their heads.

That sky suddenly darkened; the crows flew toward the sky again, the light was once more blocked, leaving only black shadows.

"Everything begins on this continent, everything ends here; this place witnessed darkness, experienced reality, and also witnessed the moment of their growth—these children, what will they become in the end?" Watching the crows again block the sunlight, the whole graveyard hill returned to darkness; the old man smiled, and at the same time developed great interest in the group of people from other worlds.

In the old man's turbid eyes a glint of coolness flashed, then he gazed at the youth bearing the Black Long Sword, his eyes full of hope.

"Hope, you will not disappoint me." The old man murmured to himself.

Feng Yan walked on the road, recalling what had just happened, his heart kept pounding; he glanced again at the child behind him, and his heart grew more anguished.

But more than that, there was anger!

Feng Yan gritted his teeth, the anger in his heart intensified. He took the girl and left the graveyard hill, while also developing curiosity about the master of that estate.

Why, exactly, would he treat such a girl with such cruelty?

This is Feng Yan's question; Feng Yan carried this question as he slowly left the graveyard hill, left that cold place where the crows lurked, and step by step walked toward the light.

The road ahead was somewhat dark and cold; step by step we passed, finally seeing a glimmer of light, and as we walked toward the brightness, the darkness followed closely.

Only then did Feng Yan stop.

That was the sun hanging high in the sky, pouring golden light upon the world.

The golden light shone on both of them, gradually dispelling the chilling, gloomy cold from their bodies and warming their hearts.

Feng Yan raised his head, looked at the soldiers before him, then glanced at the worried children beside him, smiled, and said, "Look, I'm really fine, aren't I?"

The children exhaled in relief, the worry on their faces vanishing instantly, and they became curious about the girl Feng Yan carried on his back.

The girl's body was wrapped in Feng Yan's coat, looking like an infant in swaddling clothes, except she had no color and did not cry or fuss.

Seeing the curious expressions of the children, Feng Yan offered no explanation, but handed the child on his back to the soldiers and solemnly said, "I, adventurer Feng Yan, ask your king to let the doctors here save him!"

The soldiers took the girl, glanced at her condition, showed concern, and quickly ran toward the Wanggong.

"Sir, won't you return to the Wanggong with us?" a soldier asked cautiously.

Feng Yan shook his head, which served as an answer.

The soldiers already knew they could not sway the most honored guest before the whole nation, so they each followed his will and left.

"Big brother, why don't you go back to the Wanggong with them? Isn't it luxurious enough?" the child asked, eyes full of confusion, looking at Feng Yan.

Feng Yan did not immediately answer the child's question, but instead led them on a walk around the vicinity.

The children witnessed a scene of harmony here: superiors scolding their inferiors, who in turn scolded those worse off than themselves, and so on, until a laboring slave was put to death.

To Feng Yan, this farce was finally over.

"This is my answer: what difference is there between the Wanggong and the people here? They are all human; the difference is that they divide people into ranks and grades, yet they themselves, who assign the ranks, are always the highest, holding power over others' lives and death, drinking the poisoned wine called power, unaware that those who wield unchecked power will eventually die drunk from that very cup." Feng Yan, looking at the scene, spoke with deep feeling.

The children were momentarily confused by those profound words, and could only ask Feng Yan, "What does that mean, brother? Isn't power the most wonderful thing in the world?"

Feng Yan rubbed the wine gourd at his waist, took a swig of strong liquor, and calmly replied, "What pleasure does power bring, and what follows? Only destruction—yet those in power merely replace one person, then the cycle repeats."