Chapter 48: Sacrificing to the Evil Demons, the Great Demons Stir

Zhou City, Fan Family.

"Master!" the steward rushed into the study, his face pale, full of unease.

"Wan'an City in trouble?" The Fan Family Head sank in his heart, suppressing the turmoil, and said in a deep voice, "Speak!"

"News came from there that Second Master died, and everyone else died too," the steward stammered, "It was three days ago."

"Second Master dead?" The Fan Family Head sprang to his feet, a powerful aura bursting out, sending the books flying.

The steward staggered, almost collapsing.

"How could this be, how could he die!" The Fan Family Head's eyes reddened, suppressing a roar, "I want the full details!"

The steward hurriedly related the information he had received.

It was merely that during the Qin Family's ancestral worship, they were ambushed, but Qin Feng turned the tables and killed them.

Moreover, two great demons on par with the Master realm appeared.

Yet unknown how it ended, but they all vanished! There was also a woman in red, a Master-level expert, who seemed on good terms with the Qin Family.

As for the others? All were slain by Qin Feng.

"Right, they said it was noon, yet a thick, eerie mist appeared, cold and sinister, making one uneasy from the heart!" the steward added.

"Two demons, Second Master, the woman in red, four Masters. Two vanished, one was killed." The Fan Family Head drew several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his bloodlust, and muttered, "Qin Feng, that fifteen-year-old Qin Family scion, fiercely killed Xiang Ding, also slaying two quasi-Masters and a host of eighth- and ninth-rank fighters. How is that possible? How could it be!"

He was furious beyond belief, utterly disbelieving.

Too fantastical.

Also too unimaginable.

"Noon's great fog, evil, fifteen years old on par with a Master..." Fan Master's eyes narrowed, as if he had thought of something, a ferocious hue flashing across his face.

After a long while, he waved his hand.

The steward withdrew.

"It seems the supreme treasure has fallen into the hands of the Qin Family scion; otherwise it would be impossible for a mere fifteen-year-old to reach the level of a Master and still slay Xiang Ding."

"Ancestral grave, noon mist!"

"Ominous!"

"Second Master is dead, Fan Mang is slain, and the experts of my Fan Family have lost half their strength."

"Now the Wang Family eyes us like tigers watching their prey; if they learn the situation, no, they will surely find out, and then they will likely launch a fierce assault on my Fan Family."

"And there are several other families!"

"They have already guessed we are plotting something; now that we are weak, wouldn't they take a bite?"

"What was meant to be an opportunity has in an instant become a life-and-death crisis!"

"Alas!"

"No choice left!"

The Fan Family Head sighed, hesitated a long while, then finally opened the secret door and walked down at an angle.

Here, lights were actually burning.

Upon reaching below, he looked toward the central altar, where a wooden carving stood, resembling a horned goat but crimson in color.

It exuded a strange and ominous aura.

The Fan Family Head remained silent for a long time, then walked over; his true energy surged, breaking the skin at his fingertips, and blood dripped onto the carving.

In the next instant, the carving opened its eyes and released a red glow.

Sinister power surged, and the Fan Family Head could not help but retreat.

"Have you figured it out?" a voice, weak as a mosquito, yet rang in the Fan Family Head's ears like a great bell.

"Can you really give me power?"

"This question is a blasphemy against the demon god itself."

"How much power can you bring me?"

The Fan Family Head continued his questioning.

He stared fixedly at the carving, showing little reverence.

"The more you gain, the greater the price!" the carving's voice softened considerably, as strands of red light emerged, illuminating the entire secret chamber.

Among the mountains, here lies an underground palace.

At this moment, outside a room, stood a little old man with a fox tail behind him, extremely anxious and trembling.

Suddenly the main door opened, and a golden-haired middle-aged man walked out.

He bore golden wings on his back.

Sharp beak, vertical pupils.

With his appearance, a whirlwind arose, sweeping through the entire underground palace, so much that even the old fox could not withstand the swaying left and right; finally the whirlwind dissipated.

"Old Hu, any news?"

"Great King, something has happened, something major!"

"Stop nagging, speak!"

"During these days of your seclusion, a peerless genius has appeared among humanity, able at fifteen to easily kill a ninth-rank martial artist and even defeat the Xiang Family's double-pupiled one. Since we are nearby, we sent a little demon to assassinate him, but he was turned back on the assassin. Not only that, we then had Yue Wu go to resolve it, and the Young Master also secretly went after hearing the news, and the result, the result..."

"Speak!" the middle-aged man glared, releasing killing intent that seemed to solidify, causing Old Hu's breath to catch as he collapsed.

"Great King, the Young Master's and Yue Wu's vital energies have vanished."

"Dead?"

The middle-aged man stared, then seized Old Hu and lifted him up; seeing him nod, he revealed a ferocious color, shouting, "Why don't you just die!"

He was flung into the air, then struck with a palm that turned him into a mist of blood.

"Come here!" he roared.

Several people came in from outside.

He began to ask.

Qin Family!

"Having friends come from afar, is it not a joy?" Qin Feng raised his tea cup, swaying it toward the leaping Yan Hongye, and said, "By the way, why didn't you come through the main gate?"

"The main gate is too troublesome; where is there this convenience!" Yan Hongye also didn't stand on ceremony, and just sat opposite.

Xiao Hong poured tea.

Xiao Qing served some dried fruit pastries.

Yue Wu did not appear.

"Chonglou Secret Technique, Tianyuan Secret Aperture, Xiaoyao Heart Method—the first two are acupoint diagrams, the last is a heart cultivation method." Qin Feng pointed to the secret techniques he had just taken and said, "These books are respectively the Three Appearances Sword Finger, the Xiaoyao Sword Canon, and the Xiaoyao Three Absolutes."

"Did you obtain the inheritance of the Wanderer Xiaoyao?" Yan Hongye was startled.

"You actually know?" Qin Feng was somewhat surprised.

"To the Black Dragon Guard, there aren't many secrets in the world. The Wanderer Xiaoyao appeared here in his later years, but then disappeared; it is speculated he passed away. Later someone came seeking the inheritance, but found nothing, and the matter dropped, only a record was kept—I have once perused it." Yan Hongye said quickly, "I never expected it would end up in your hands."

"Is the value enough?" Qin Feng laughed.

"Far more than enough!" Yan Hongye took out a booklet from her bosom and handed it over, saying, "My Dragon Elephant Supporting Heaven Skill is only a fragment, with just three layers. The first layer corresponds to the Nine Turn Dragon Elephant Skill, the second and third layers correspond respectively to the Grand Master and Celestial Phenomenon realms; as for later techniques, I have none! Qin Brother, are you sure you want to exchange?"

"Exchange!" Qin Feng said firmly, "See what would be a suitable exchange with how many items?"

"You're really generous!" Yan Hongye's favorability greatly increased.

"They're just external objects." Qin Feng waved his hand indifferently, picked up the Dragon Elephant Supporting Heaven Skill, and began to flip through it.

The earlier content is similar to the Nine Turn Dragon Elephant Skill, but the later parts are far more profound.

Yan Hongye also browsed through them one by one, keeping track in her mind.

"They are all supreme arts; if released, even ordinary Grand Master experts would fight over them. But to me, the Xiaoyao Sword Canon is of greatest value—its sword technique encompasses all phenomena; if I comprehend even a little, my sword skill will surely improve. The Three Appearances Sword Finger is of highest value, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate, comparable to a forbidden art." She hesitated a little, "However, the Xiaoyao Three Absolutes are the most comprehensive, containing footwork, palm techniques, and fist techniques."

"I want the Xiaoyao Sword Canon!" After hesitating for a long time, Yan Hongye finally made a decision, also picked up the book and began to examine it carefully, while saying, "Let me give you some news: outside, rumors are spreading wildly that a young boy from the Qin Family of Wan'an City, having obtained the Celestial Phenomenon inheritance, has reached the strength comparable to a Grand Master at only fifteen years old. Moreover, many martial artists are rushing here; from now on, your Qin Family will not have peace."

She felt a bit of schadenfreude.

"Come as many as you like, I'll kill as many as you come; if I kill enough, no one will come." Qin Feng said lightly.

"Qin Brother, you're not old, how do you have such a strong killing intent?" Yan Hongye was surprised, but didn't really mind.

She was also accustomed to life and death.

"If I don't kill, can I survive?" Qin Feng glanced at her.

Yan Hongye nodded, as if in thought.

"How about another transaction?" Qin Feng pointed to the other secret techniques on the table, smiling narrowly, and said, "This time I want things: the thousand-year locust tree heart, the flower of death, the soul stone, and the soul-devouring insect."

Yan Hongye was about to refuse, but upon hearing these items, she couldn't help but frown: "The thousand-year locust tree heart is easy to find. The flower of death? Such things are extremely rare, only growing in battlefields, mass graves, marshes, and other yin places, nourished by fresh blood and deathly qi; I don't even know if any are still stored, needing to search. The soul stone is also extremely rare, counted as a treasure, able to affect the spirit, and of high value. As for the soul-devouring insect? Compared to the others, its value is much lower, though it is also hard to find. These insects are only the size of a mung bean, yet their bodies are as hard as iron; they specialize in burrowing through the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth into the brain to devour cerebrospinal fluid, and are extremely vicious."

"You estimate the price, pick whatever you like!" Qin Feng again pointed to the techniques on the table.

Yan Hongye hesitated, but still nodded: "I need to go look into it; I may not be able to obtain all of them."

"I want as much as possible!"

Qin Feng smiled.

Given the power behind the other party, finding them should not be difficult.

Then, in a short time, one's own genetic level can be further enhanced, and one can also gain a new talent.

He couldn't help but look forward to it.

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