Chapter 790

"Old Ancestor! This."

Seeing Qiu Daoping’s natal Nascent Soul being killed by a knife in the distance, the people from "Luofeng Valley," who had been happy for less than a moment, were all full of disbelief, unable to help but exclaim.

Their sect’s Nascent Soul Old Ancestor was suddenly killed, and at this moment, these people were also somewhat panicked, standing in place not knowing what to do.

But before the people from "Luofeng Valley" could react from the shock, the next moment Feng He had already transformed into a black light and flew rapidly toward their position.

"Scatter and run!"

The remaining few from "Luofeng Valley" only had Golden Core cultivation. In the battle just now, the four of them combined could not even take down Ye Linyuan, who held the green flood dragon magic treasure.

At this moment, facing a master like Feng He whose strength was already equivalent to late Nascent Soul, they had no courage to confront him. Under the exclamation of the leading man in yellow clothes, they immediately chose to scatter and flee.

Although the few were not strong, they were Golden Core cultivators who had practiced for many years, and they still had some escape supernatural means. Facing the choice of life and death, they all went all out, and in the blink of an eye, they each scattered hundreds of zhang away.

However, no matter how fast their speed was, it was impossible to compare with Feng He, this Nascent Soul cultivator. At such a close distance, it was certainly impossible for all of them to break free and escape. Who could survive completely depended on individual luck.

The old man in yellow clothes at the late Golden Core stage, who ran the fastest, originally thought that he had thrown off his companions by a large distance and that the probability of surviving would be greater.

Unexpectedly, his luck was truly too poor, and he was actually the first to be targeted by Feng He. In just a moment, he was caught up by Feng He from behind.

Seeing Feng He’s black spear carrying a very powerful momentum, stabbing directly toward his position, the already desperate man in yellow clothes could only be forced to control his defensive magic treasure to resist.

Unsurprisingly, this Golden Core Old Ancestor, who was usually majestic before his disciples, had his body pierced directly by the black long spear in the blink of an eye and died in Feng He’s hands.

"Overestimating oneself!"

After killing this person, Feng He rolled up the opponent’s storage magic treasure, and black flames were immediately released above the long spear, instantly burning this person’s corpse to pieces.

At this time, Song Qingming and Ye Linyuan, who were located at the array position, had also flown out, wanting to help Feng He pursue and kill other escaping "Luofeng Valley" cultivators.

But not long after they set off, a streak of emerald green spiritual light suddenly flew out from the canyon below. Seeing the fierce momentum of the person coming, the two hurriedly retreated to the side to actively avoid the other party.

In the distance in mid-air, Feng He, who had already killed a late Golden Core cultivator from "Luofeng Valley," was pursuing in the direction of the second escaping cultivator.

Not wanting to have just caught up not far behind the opponent, he was blocked by this suddenly appearing emerald green spiritual light. Seeing the green-robed old man blocking before him, Feng He could not help but frown.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, stop. Now that Fellow Daoist Qiu is dead and your great grudge has been avenged, there is no need to kill them all like this, right? These few all embarked on the path of cultivation after you left Luofeng Valley; you have no deep grudge with them."

The green-robed old man glanced at Qiu Daoping, who had already turned into ashes not far away, and could not help but sigh in his heart. He did not expect that although he had tried his best to hold Feng He for so long, Qiu Daoping still failed to escape with his life in the end.

Facing the green-robed old man’s persuasion, Feng He replied coldly and indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, I just let you go once just now because you didn't take action against me back then. Do you really think I dare not take action against you?

Whether they have a grudge against me or not, this is a matter between me and Luofeng Valley; what does it have to do with your Qingyang Sect? If you don't move aside, don't blame me for not showing mercy today."

"The events of those years were indeed Fellow Daoist Qiu’s fault to you, but Fellow Daoist Feng, you were also once a person of Luofeng Valley. Now that things have come to this, could it be that you still want to exterminate the entire Luofeng Valley!"

"Hehe! Luofeng Valley has now joined the Tianhai Alliance and has long had nothing to do with me. Could it be that I still have to reminisce with these disciples of Qiu Daoping?

Do not worry, Brother Yuan, exterminating the sect is not necessary, but I will kill every one of these close people who have followed Qiu Daoping for many years until I am satisfied."

After Feng He finished speaking, black light lit up on his body again and he was about to bypass the green-robed old man before him, not wanting the next moment for the other party to flash and block before him again.

"Brother Yuan, I originally wanted to remember the bit of sentiment from back then and not care too much with you. It seems you are determined to block my path today, then don't blame me!"

"Fellow Daoist Feng, wait, please listen to me first!" Seeing that the black long spear in Feng He’s hand was about to stab toward his side, the green-robed old man hurriedly spoke to interrupt him.

Seeing that the green-robed old man still had something to say and did not seem to want to fight to the death with him, Feng He hesitated for a moment before stopping the black light on the black long spear in his hand.

Seeing Feng He stop again, the green-robed old man finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to say: "Fellow Daoist Feng, now that Qiu Daoping is dead and Luofeng Valley has no Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in town, I fear it cannot bear the name of the six great sects of our Tianhai cultivation world.

I have an idea. If you agree, Fellow Daoist, I can make the decision to let Luofeng Valley withdraw from the Tianhai Alliance from now on, and we will absolutely not manage any affairs of Luofeng Valley in the future.

If you still feel it is not enough, then of course I will not block you for the sake of these few juniors of 'Luofeng Valley.'

It is just that it is not difficult for you to kill these people before you, but when Fellow Daoist Yun and the others arrive later, it will not be so easy for you to retreat unscathed."

"Oh! This is somewhat interesting. Continue."

Hearing that the other party was willing to let "Luofeng Valley" voluntarily withdraw from the Tianhai Alliance, Feng He, who was originally as cold as ice and expressionless, suddenly had a hint of interest in his gaze.

Hearing this, the green-robed old man nodded slightly: "From today on, Luofeng Valley withdraws from the Tianhai Alliance. We can stop managing any of their affairs and let you arrange for people to take over Luofeng Valley.

But there is one point: you are now in a possessed body and practice demonic arts, which is not tolerated by righteous cultivators. You cannot return to Luofeng Valley in the future.

Otherwise, if people know of your existence in the future, it will be difficult for us to explain.

If you feel you can agree to this request, then there is no need for us to fight over this. What do you think?"

Besides revenge, the most important thing for Feng He to return this time was naturally to want to take back "Luofeng Valley," the sect that originally belonged to him.

Otherwise, after killing Qiu Daoping, Feng He would not need to continue to kill them all and exterminate all the close people under the opponent.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator who had practiced for a thousand years, the green-robed old man naturally saw at a glance what Feng He was thinking now.

But now "Luofeng Valley" had joined the Tianhai Alliance. Even if Qiu Daoping died, it would be difficult for everyone to tolerate someone like Feng He, who possessed a body and practiced demonic arts, to take over "Luofeng Valley."

For this reason, the green-robed old man could only propose to let "Luofeng Valley" withdraw from the Tianhai Alliance, and Feng He himself could not continue to manage this sect, only allowing his trusted followers and descendants to take over "Luofeng Valley."

In this way, it could satisfy Feng He’s need to take back "Luofeng Valley" without worrying that someone would be dissatisfied with Feng He’s identity in the future, causing other things that would make these righteous cultivators unable to step down.

Facing the green-robed old man’s proposal, Feng He fell into deep thought, seemingly somewhat hesitant and unable to make up his mind.

Seeing that Feng He was somewhat moved, the green-robed old man hurriedly continued to persuade: "Fellow Daoist Feng, Luofeng Valley is, after all, your original sect of instruction. Could it be that you would watch it decline and disappear from the cultivation world?

We people who practice the Dao, besides our personal Dao path, have nothing we cannot let go of except our relatives and descendants and the inheritance of the Dao.

Now that your great grudge has been avenged, you should also consider other things. Not to mention the distance, even if you can escape from me today, it will not be so easy to safely leave the Tianhai cultivation world.

If you can agree to my proposal, I can guarantee that the Tianhai Alliance will not pursue any of you for today’s affairs.

Moreover, as long as I am still here in the future, no one in the Tianhai cultivation world will dare to have ideas about Luofeng Valley at will.

The matter of Brother Yu agreeing to unite with Qiu Daoping to deal with you back then was indeed our Qingyang Sect owing you. Being able to do these things can be considered as me repaying this debt for my brother."

"Hmph! If that despicable villain Old Ghost Yu hadn't died early, I certainly wouldn't have let him go today."

Hearing the green-robed old man mention the Brother Yu he spoke of, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on Feng He’s originally somewhat softened face, but soon he calmed himself down and continued to say: "Back then, I was conspired against by them, leading to my Dao path being cut off. For five hundred years, I thought day and night about this day of revenge. It was precisely this hatred that made me persist until this day of return.

But now that I have killed my enemy with my own hands, I truly feel that I have nothing left to do.

If you can really keep your word and return Luofeng Valley to me, it can be considered as fulfilling the last wish in my heart. I can promise you that I will not pursue others in the future.

However, having experienced the events of those years, I will not easily believe anyone’s words again. If you want me to stop here, you must first sign a soul contract with me."

After Feng He finished speaking, spiritual light moved in his hand, and a soul contract that had already been prepared was thrown out, landing before the green-robed old man.

Seeing the soul contract before him, a hint of difficulty appeared on the green-robed old man’s face: "Fellow Daoist Feng also knows that I am only an external avatar. Although the primordial spirit in my body can connect to the true body, it is far from as powerful as a normal cultivator.

If I forcibly extract the primordial spirit to sign a contract with you, I fear I will lose quite a bit of cultivation. Can you wait until my true body leaves closed-door cultivation to sign the soul contract?"

"Hmph! Things in the future are hard to say. Don't worry, it’s just losing a bit of cultivation. As long as you agree to sign the soul contract, I will definitely visit you in person in the future to compensate you for this bit of loss with spiritual objects.

But if you cannot even take out this bit of sincerity, I fear it will be very difficult for me to believe you. You don't need to use any words to threaten me. Since I dared to come here for revenge today, I naturally have a way to escape.

Now looking at the entire Tianhai cultivation world, the only one who can catch my eye is you. Just relying on those trash to deal with me, you are thinking too much."

Seeing that Feng He was unmoved and still insisted on signing a soul contract with him now, the green-robed old man sighed helplessly and chose to take the soul contract before him.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, you and I were both people who once fought for the Tianhai cultivation world with one heart. Now that the Tianhai is full of wind and rain, I hope this matter can end here!"

After the green-robed old man finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and quickly cast a spell, tapping lightly on the top of his head. Soon, a trace of primordial spirit was separated from his forehead, and then it quickly merged into the contract in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Feng He not far away finally revealed a hint of satisfaction, then smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist. As long as you don't interfere in the affairs of Luofeng Valley in the future, I naturally won't cause trouble for you.

Let today’s matter end here. Another day, I will definitely visit you in person to apologize."

After obtaining the soul contract signed by the other party, Feng He immediately sent a voice transmission to Song Qingming and the other, who had just escaped not far away to track the opponent, and then took the three of them and left the barren island together.

After Song Qingming and Feng He’s group left, not long after, a purple streak of light flew from the sky again, landing beside the green-robed old man who was still in mid-air.

This person who rushed over anxiously was precisely Old Ancestor Yunxuan, the Supreme Elder of Jinxia Palace who had left "Fenglei Island" earlier.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, where is Fellow Daoist Qiu? What is going on here? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Qiu has already..."

Seeing the messy battlefield on the barren island and the already calm green-robed old man, Yunxuan was surprised and asked.

The green-robed old man sighed slightly: "Fellow Daoist Yun guessed correctly. From now on, there will be no more Luofeng Valley in our Tianhai Alliance."

"Then where did their people go? Fellow Daoist Yuan, should we go to pursue them now, or wait for Fellow Daoist Lin and the others to arrive before acting together?"

Hearing Yunxuan’s inquiry, the green-robed old man shook his head slightly: "This person’s combat strength is already no less than late Nascent Soul. Even if we two pursue him, we cannot defeat him.

I have just signed a soul contract with him. Today’s matter is over, and neither side is allowed to pursue it further. However, Luofeng Valley will also withdraw from the Tianhai Alliance next, and we cannot interfere in their affairs in the future."

"This, Fellow Daoist Yuan, you..."

Hearing that the green-robed old man had signed a soul contract with the other party, Yunxuan was shocked, then said helplessly: "Sigh, since you have already signed a soul contract with him, then it can only be like this.

It is just that the hundred-year contract with the Fuyun Mountain Range is almost up. We have planned for so long and are about to expand our territory to the north. Now that Luofeng Valley has withdrawn from the Tianhai Alliance, I fear this plan will also have to be shelved first."

The green-robed old man nodded slightly: "There is still some time, we will see then!

Now that demonic beasts frequently invade the coast in the south, and we are blocked by the Fuyun Mountain Range in the north, the Tianhai cultivation world is indeed too cowardly compared to those years.

I don't know if the next generation of cultivators rises, can they change the situation of the gradual decline of our Tianhai cultivation world."

After the green-robed old man finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Yunxuan to say goodbye, and his figure quickly transformed into a green streak of light and left the spot.

As for Old Ancestor Yunxuan, he circled around the island. Seeing no abnormalities, he turned around and stepped on a lotus flower to move away from the barren island.

This barren island, which was completely unremarkable in the sea, slowly calmed down amidst the departure of the crowd.

Only the pitted battlefield on the island still left a trace of the aftermath of the great battle, telling later generations that an earth-shattering Nascent Soul great battle had once occurred here.

With the end of the great battle, soon a major event that shocked the entire "Tianhai cultivation world" immediately spread to the ears of every cultivator nearby.

Feng He was already a person who had seized a body; his remaining lifespan was only a few hundred years. Losing a hundred years of lifespan at once was definitely a huge price that was difficult for him to bear.

Not only that, after "Luofeng Valley" suffered heavy losses, it was immediately removed from the "Tianhai Alliance," and many disciples and even Golden Core Elders in the sect fled the sect directly because of this.

However, just as other sects nearby were eyeing the already declining "Luofeng Valley" and wanted to come and get a share, "Tianhai Alliance" leader Yuan Luohua suddenly spoke up, saying that they would continue to protect "Luofeng Valley" for three hundred years.

The "Tianhai Alliance" could already be considered the undisputed hegemon of the entire Tianhai cultivation world, and Yuan Luohua was the only late Nascent Soul cultivator in the "Tianhai cultivation world" at present.

With the words of Yuan Luohua, the number one master of the "Tianhai cultivation world," plus the protection of the powerful "Tianhai Alliance."

Those sects that had ideas about "Luofeng Valley" instantly extinguished their inner thoughts, not daring to send people to "Luofeng Valley" to inquire about news anymore.

This major event that shocked the entire "Tianhai cultivation world" slowly subsided under the intervention of the "Tianhai Alliance." — Two months after the great battle on the barren island, in a small market town southeast of "Fenglei Island."

A man wearing a green robe, after purchasing some elixirs and spiritual objects in a shop on the street, turned and arrived outside a cave dwelling with relatively abundant spiritual energy on the back mountain.

Just arriving at the entrance of the cave dwelling, before the green-robed man could speak, the array at the entrance of the cave dwelling had already automatically dissipated, followed by a voice transmission falling into the green-robed man’s ears.

"Yuanli, come in quickly. How is Senior Feng now?"

Song Yuanli heard this, immediately walked quickly into the cave dwelling, bowed slightly to Song Qingming, and then replied: "Reporting to Seventh Grand-Uncle, Senior Feng is still in closed-door cultivation, and Fellow Daoist Ye is there protecting him.

These elixirs and spiritual objects are what I bought in the market town. I asked about the remaining Ziyun Flower and Golden Ape Grass several times in the surroundings but couldn't find them. Seventh Grand-Uncle, I want to go to other larger market towns nearby tomorrow to look for them. Do you think it’s okay?"

Song Qingming, who was meditating to heal his injuries, heard Song Yuanli’s suggestion and hurriedly waved his hand at him: "It’s okay! If you can't find them, forget it. My injuries are not a major problem. It won't delay much to heal after returning to the Fuyun Mountain Range later.

Now that we have caused such a big thing on Fenglei Island, it might be dangerous to go to those large market towns rashly. There is no need to take this risk for this bit of thing."

In the battle on the barren island that day, when Song Qingming finally blocked Qiu Daoping’s natal Nascent Soul from escaping, he took two attacks from this Nascent Soul cultivator head-on.

Although the opponent only had his natal Nascent Soul at that time and his strength was far less than in his prime, a full-force strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator was not something a Golden Core cultivator like Song Qingming could block at will.

Song Qingming, who took the two sword lights from the opponent, not only had the "Ten Thousand Spirits Puppet Array" he had refined for many years directly defeated by the opponent’s attack, but even Song Qingming himself was injured in his physical body because of this.

Fortunately, the "Ten Thousand Spirits Puppet Array" resisted a large amount of damage from the opponent for Song Qingming. Although Song Qingming was injured in the battle, the injuries on his body were not particularly serious.

It only needs to take some healing elixirs and spiritual objects, and then spend more time to recuperate. It is estimated that it will be almost recovered in about half a year, which will not have much impact on Song Qingming’s cultivation.

This battle not only injured Song Qingming, but Song Yuanli, who controlled the array, was also injured in his meridians by the array backlash. He also closed-door cultivated for almost a month before walking out of the cave dwelling, and his face was still pale until now.

However, compared to the injuries on Song Qingming and Song Yuanli, Feng He’s injuries after the great battle were obviously much more serious. Just after escaping the battlefield and arriving here, Feng He immediately closed-door cultivated to start healing.

That day, for the sake of revenge, Feng He did not hesitate to summon the upper-realm Demon God, feeding the Demon God with his own vital blood to exchange for the powerful strength to kill his opponent.

Song Qingming and the others saw all of this, and naturally knew very clearly in their hearts that Feng He, who lost a large amount of vital blood, would naturally not be able to recover from his injuries so easily.

It has been more than two months until now, and there is still no movement in Feng He’s cave dwelling, which also made Song Qingming and the others feel faintly worried in their hearts.

Just as Song Qingming and the other were talking, a voice transmission talisman suddenly flew into the cave dwelling and landed in Song Qingming’s hand.

Opening the voice transmission talisman in his hand, Song Qingming saw a line of words written by Ye Linyuan, and a hint of joy immediately appeared on his face, and he said to Song Yuanli beside him:

"Senior Feng has already left closed-door cultivation, let’s go over and see first!"

"Oh! That is truly great."

Hearing the news that Feng He had left closed-door cultivation, Song Yuanli, who had been very worried in his heart, also revealed a look of joy and followed Song Qingming to the cave dwelling where Feng He had been closed-door cultivating not far away.

As soon as they entered the door, Song Qingming and Song Yuanli saw an old man with silver hair and a thin figure sitting on the bed. They were somewhat surprised and didn't recognize the other party for a moment.

Until Ye Linyuan, who was standing on the side, nodded slightly, Song Qingming shouted in disbelief: "Senior Feng, you are..."

"I lost a large amount of vital blood in my body before, and it is not so easy to recover. Being able to save my life can already be considered not bad."

These days, Song Qingming had also thought that Feng He’s injuries were very serious, but seeing Feng He in such a dying state now, he still found it difficult to accept this fact in his heart.

"Senior! You asked us to come over, is there any other instruction?" (End of chapter)