The Feng Zun Journey
The Purple Moon Fox Race
Under the twilight light, the young man was leaning against the woven chair, with his eyes closed as if he was resting.
This only gave him a more mysterious impression.
The middle-aged man thought about it, then said, “I have no other business here, I just want to see for myself the illustrious guest of the emperor and study his origins, as well as his cultivation strength.”
"So so? Originally here I thought the enemy had appeared on my doorstep.”
Feng Zun lay down on his woven chair, then lethargicly he got up, “Then, I will not make things difficult for you. Just leave one of your hands, and I'll let you get out of here alive.”
The middle-aged man was flabbergasted, it seemed like he did not dare to believe his own ears.
Then, he could not help but laugh and wave the jade fan in his hand.
Instantly, a strange purple flame flared in his eyes, “I was worried.. It depends on whether you have the strength to back up your arrogant words or not.”.
Each word carried a strange rhythm, like the murmur of a ghost.
The voice echoed throughout the dark sky in the courtyard.
The plants nearby suddenly shook.
The goldfish swimming in the pond became stiff and froze in place.
Even the air currents stopped.
A strange silence and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.
"Did you see it? Now you can't move. Your mind and soul are no longer under your control. To me, you are no different from a lamb that can be slaughtered at any time.”
The middle-aged man smiled faintly, "But you can calm down, I'm not here to kill you. However, your previous attitude was so bad that I will give you a little punishment as a lesson.”
As he spoke, he lifted his jaw, his gaze funny and condescending, "Now, kneel for me, call me ‘leluhur’, then prostrate three times. Make a nice gesture and a loud voice.”
Feng Zun had been quietly standing beside his woven chair all this time, but when he heard that, he could no longer hold back his laughter.
The yellow-robed middle-aged man was instantly stunned, and his pupils constricted.
As if he was very surprised, he could not help but say, “You.... How did you get up?”
“The Soul Sucking Technique of the Purple Moon Fox race may be amazing, but you have not mastered it completely. I've been aware of it since the beginning.”
The yellow-robed middle-aged man stiffened, and his expression changed.
He was at the late stage Immortal Realm.
When he suddenly unleashed the Soul Sucking Technique, he could even make others who had the same cultivation weak.
Against enemies whose cultivation was inferior, it was even much more effective.
He could defeat them easily, and his Soul Sucking Technique all along had never let him down!
Swoshis!
The figure of the middle-aged man blurred into a beam of light as he suddenly shot into the air.
There was no doubt that the middle-aged man realized that something was wrong, and he immediately chose to flee.
However, he was still in the air as a calm voice echoed in his ears, “Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Try also my Soul Sucking ability.”
With that, a spell echoed like a god's bell, exploding and clanging within the middle-aged man's soul.
He felt a pain that slashed his soul, and everything went dark.
He staggered back, then fell to the ground and landed with a thud.
"Damn!"
The middle-aged man was still conscious, but he panicked.
As he was about to wriggle, someone said,
It was just an ordinary and simple sentence, but when it entered the middle-aged man's ears, his voice was like the command of a god, making him tremble from head to toe.
His entire clothes were even wet with cold sweat.
Before long, his eyes became dazed and empty, as if he was a walking corpse.
His knees fell to the ground.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He kowtowed three times with a very hard impact.
Meanwhile, Feng Zun had already returned to his woven chair.
He stared coldly at the yellow-robed middle-aged man, "What's your name?"
The middle-aged man knelt down, his eyes were blank and his expression was stiff, “Yu Huai.”
"Who sent you here?"
“Holy Girl Yu Xiurong?”
"Who is that?"
“The thirteenth generation Purple Moon Fox Sacred Girl, and the sister of the clan leader.”
“Why did he send you here?”
“Emperor Long originally prepared this residence for our holy maiden, but he kicked her out two days ago because of a famous guest. This made me unhappy, so I decided to come and see what was special from the honored guest of the Emperor.”
When Feng Zun heard her, she vaguely understood, “Yu Xiurong... Is she Long Qingyuan's mother?”
“Long Qingyuan?” said the yellow-robed middle-aged man. “No, the daughter of the holy girl was named Yu Qingyuan.”
"Oh?" said Feng Zun.
He suddenly recalled something, then asked, “Do you know Ruo Yuan?”
When he first entered the Qinglong Courtyard, he smelled a familiar faint scent.
He recognized it as the distinctive smell of the Purple Moon Fox race.
Previously, this made him assume that Ruo Yuan, whom he had met in the Tang Dynasty, had appeared here.
Now, it seems obvious that this is not that simple!
...
The middle-aged man who called himself Yu Huai said with a hollow expression, “Ruo Yuan is the most dazzling genius of the younger generation of the Purple Moon Fox Race, who is the most powerful, as well as being one of the most powerful candidates to become the next generation holy maiden.
Feng Zun looked thoughtful.
Returning to the Terrace of the Continent Conference in the Tang Dynasty, Holy Son Qing Guan of the Blood God Cave faction appeared, accompanied by a young girl named Ruo Yuan.
As he looked at it, Feng Zun recognized him as a descendant of the Purple Moon Fox Race. He had an innate talent, an extremely intoxicating Corrosive Fragrant Bone.
However, he was extremely vigilant, and the moment he realized something was amiss, he fled.
Feng Zun still remembered, as he fled, he said that when they met again, they had to see who among them was superior in terms of Grand Dao mastery.
Only now did he realize that Ruo Yuan was from the same race as Long Qingyuan's mother!
It's catchy.
But why did Ruo Yuan appear in the Tang Dynasty?
Maybe he was looking for it?
Feng Zun was just about to ask about it, yet suddenly a sighing sound rang out in the courtyard.