Chapter 803: Dan Feng's Unofficial History

His tone was businesslike, and after a pause he added, "Luofu has recently undergone Giant Tree Rebirth, demonic shadows are everywhere; you walking the pier alone with such a huge coffin is naturally an easy target for attacks."

Luo Cha let out a light laugh, like smoke scattered by the wind.

"The coffin is indeed sizable."

He said, tilting his head to glance at the edge of the coffin at his shoulder, "But wherever I am going, the coffin must be carried at hand."

Dan Heng did not ask further.

He wasn't curious about others' privacy, and the person before him, though courteous in speech and proper in demeanor, exuded an indescribable oddity; the composure of strolling while bearing a coffin, combined with that faint smile in his eyes, made Dan Heng instinctively keep a certain distance.

Then Luo Cha's gaze shifted from Dan Heng's face, passed over his shoulder, and landed on the pier behind him.

There stood two figures: a silver‑gray‑haired cat‑ear girl leaning against the railing, her tail lazily swaying behind her, and a green‑haired Fox People girl quietly standing beside her, head lowered, her folded ears trembling slightly.

"Are those two your companions?" Luo Cha asked.

Dan Heng turned his head to glance, his mouth corner twitching.

"…I suppose so."

He didn't want to elaborate on those two: one was a cat‑ear swindler who, within less than half an hour of meeting him, siphoned fifty thousand Credit Points from his account, and the other was an Apprentice Judge of the Ten Kings Office.

Explaining would be too complicated.

A few dozen meters away, beside the iron railing of the pier.

Sai Fei Er leaned against the railing, elbows resting on it, her silver‑gray cat tail lazily swaying behind her.

She tilted her head, her gemstone‑blue cat eyes narrowed to slits, ears swiveling forward, catching every word of the conversation between Dan Heng and Luo Cha.

Then she slightly lifted the corner of her mouth, revealing her signature little fang.

She turned her face aside, lowered her head toward the petite Fox People girl beside her, and whispered, "Hey, Huo little sister, do you know?"

Huo Huo was gripping the railing with both hands, her round green eyes still fixed toward Dan Heng's direction, ears trembling slightly, and she stared blankly up at Sai Fei Er.

In those white, paw‑print‑shaped pupils shone a bright question: "Know what?"

Sai Fei Er's tail traced a circle in the air, her voice dropping even lower, carrying the ceremonial tone of a teahouse storyteller about to reveal a secret gossip: "You know the legendary Cloud‑Above Five Heroes, right? They were the five top masters of Luofu back then—Jing Yuan, Jing Liu, Bai Hang, Ying Xing, and one more—Dan Feng!"

Huo Huo blinked.

She, of course, knew Dan Feng.

Bearer of the Bright Dragon Sovereign, one of the Cloud‑Above Five Heroes, the Moon‑Drinking Lord.

But her current role is an Apprentice Judge of the Ten Kings Office, a naive newcomer; hearing the names of those legendary figures, what expression should she show?

She quickly adjusted her facial muscles, lips parting slightly, ears folding a bit lower, crafting a perfectly appropriate "impressive yet hard to grasp" expression.

"I've heard a little," she said, her voice timid.

Sai Fei Er leaned in a few steps, her cat ears almost touching the edge of Huo Huo's folded ears, tail swishing behind her in an extremely gossip‑like arc: "Rumor has it, Lord Dan Feng's sexual orientation is cut sleeve!"

Huo Huo's mouth corner twitched.

Sai Fei Er, oblivious to her reaction, went on: "I heard it from my grandmother's neighbor's aunt's uncle's son's uncle; the era is so distant that details may vary, but the gist should be correct. Supposedly, back then Dan Feng's relationship with Jing Yuan and Ying Xing was, *ahem*…"

She clicked her tongue, her cat ears joyfully twitching twice, "First, Jing Yuan. It's said Dan Feng's bond with Jing Yuan was far from shallow. Imagine: one is the Bearer of the Bright Dragon Sovereign, the other a Cloud Cavalry Vanguard, both youthful and vigorous, fighting side by side. On the battlefield they trusted each other's backs, in the tent they kept candlelight talks; over time, some boundaries blurred."

As she spoke, a hint of a private smile flickered in her gemstone‑blue eyes.

Deceitful Divine Authority spread silently through the air, those words drifting like wind‑scattered dandelion seeds, lightly settling into Huo Huo's ears.

"Once, Jing Yuan was gravely wounded, and Dan Feng personally tended his injuries. The Bright Secret Technique, as you know, requires qi circulation at extremely close range. That night in the camp tent, the candle flickered all night; the night‑patrolling Cloud Cavalry reported hearing General Jing Yuan's hushed breathing inside. Healing is painful, that's normal."

Huo Huo's ear tips reddened.

She lowered her head, staring at the tip of her shoe.

"Later Jing Yuan healed, but each time Dan Feng saw him, his eyes were different. The old man said that was the gaze of someone looking at their beloved. Unfortunately, as you know, Dan Feng was reborn, and that connection was severed. Yet the old man also said that before, Dan Feng sealed a strand of his essence into a jade pendant and entrusted someone to pass it to Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan has kept that pendant on, never removing it to this day. If you doubt, go take a look at Shen Ce Fu; never mind, you can't even enter Shen Ce Fu."

Huo Huo remained silent, her folded ears pinching inward on both sides.

Sai Fei Er grew more intense, her cat tail behind her casting a blurry shadow: "And there's an even juicier bit—Dan Feng and Ying Xing, that genius craftsman of the Construction Office, also had a chapter. Ying Xing once forged a sword for Dan Feng; instead of an inscription, the blade bore two lines of love poetry. The old man said Ying Xing carved those lines himself, working through the night, his fingers all wounded by morning. When Dan Feng received the sword, he immediately gave Ying Xing a piece of his dragon scale as a talisman. Dragon scale! That's a scale from the Bearer of the Bright Dragon Sovereign! Imagine the implication!"

Sai Fei Er paused there, tilting her head to observe Huo Huo's expression.

Huo Huo's mouth corner was twitching to the point of stiffness, those white, paw‑print‑shaped pupils filled with "What nonsense is this guy spouting now?"

But Sai Fei Er's Deceitful Divine Authority continued to work, her voice like a furry paw gently scratching Huo Huo's eardrum, each word carrying an unmistakable hint of "maybe it's true".

Even though Huo Huo's rational mind knew the words were fabricated, that force still bypassed reason and burrowed into her mind.

Sai Fei Er decided to add the final spark.

She squinted slightly, her cat tail lazily drawing circles behind her, her voice gaining an even deeper suggestive tone: "Moreover, I once saw Lord Dan Feng's portrait in an old file. In that portrait, the Dragon Sovereign's face was extremely youthful, with a cool aura, and his brows and eyes carried a sharp, heroic vigor."

After a pause, her cat ears swivel forward, pointing straight toward Dan Heng, "His appearance is strikingly similar to Brother Dan Heng's."

Huo Huo's head tilted toward Dan Heng, then turned back, her pupils dilating slightly.

Sai Fei Er knew she had won.

She didn't say "Dan Heng is Dan Feng," she only said "they look strikingly similar."

But her ability would turn that statement into the conclusion "Dan Feng equals Dan Heng."

That strike landed as a critical hit—under the guidance of Deceitful Divine Authority, the conclusion pierced straight into Huo Huo's subconscious.

But Sai Fei Er didn't know that Huo Huo was Huan Long.

And Huan Long already knew that Dan Heng was the reincarnation of Dan Feng.