"Tribe leader, it's him! Help me take revenge! " Once the man in red robes said his last sentence, he could no longer take it and fell to the ground, dead. His corpse soon withered away and eventually turned into ashes that were swept away by the wind on the altar.
"I will take revenge for you." Yan Luan looked at Su Ming's figure formed by the man's blood in midair and nodded.
Han Fei Zi frowned and focused her gaze on the figure. She felt that this person was slightly familiar, but she could not remember where that feeling came from.
"Tribe leader, let me take care of this person. He killed my tribesmen. I'll go and capture him," Han Fei Zi said softly. Her voice was as cold as ever.
"Alright, but you only have two days. Don't be late." The woman smiled faintly and twirled her hair, which was blown by the wind, as she spoke gently.
Her actions were filled with an indescribable allure. It made the tall man beside Han Fei Zi stare at her, but he soon lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
"Yan Guang, go with him. This new guest of Tranquil East Tribe can kill Lin Dong in an instant, so he must have some power." Yan Luan turned her head back and looked at the young man with his head lowered. She lifted her right hand and gently caressed the young man's face.
Yan Guang shuddered and quickly got up, obeying respectfully.
"Go. This blood shadow can guide you to him."
= = =
Su Ming looked at the windstorm in the distance and at the gigantic building that was obscured by the storm. He might not be able to see the building in detail and could only see an indistinct outline, but there was a powerful pressure moving along with the windstorm.
He lifted his right hand and tapped his chest. Immediately, his flesh trembled and a wisp of dark fog was forced out of his body. It turned into a small person the size of a palm before him. That person was He Feng.
"You don't know?" Su Ming averted his gaze from the windstorm and looked at He Feng. His eyes were not bright, but when He Feng saw them, his heart trembled. He knew that he had been too impatient and had aroused Su Ming's suspicions. After going through all these things, he no longer looked down on Su Ming as much as he did in the beginning. At the same time he respected him, he also felt as if Su Ming's intelligence had grown and he had been seen through.
"I really don't …" He Feng answered carefully, but when he was halfway through his sentence, under Su Ming's calm gaze, He Feng found himself unable to continue.
"Perhaps Lake of Colors Tribe's goal is the legacy of Han Mountain Tribe's ancestor, but more importantly … is to break the brand of the slave tribe. This was the reason why Puqiang Tribe and Tranquil East Tribe had opened up this place over and over again over the past hundreds of years, regardless of the cost.
"I can understand if others don't know, but if you don't …" Su Ming smiled, but in He Feng's eyes, he saw a cold glint in that smile.
"Master … brilliant idea! Wise! "I'm just guessing about this. About this … I wasn't sure, that's why I didn't say it …" He Feng licked his lips. Realization and admiration appeared on his face as he looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at He Feng. He Feng's words and expression were things he had never seen before.
Under Su Ming's gaze, He Feng became very nervous. He blinked and was just about to speak.
"Honestly, I know what you're hiding," Su Ming suddenly said. His words made He Feng's heart tremble.
Su Ming averted his gaze from He Feng's body and looked at the sandstorm that connected the sky and earth on the plains surrounded by valleys in the distance. He could not hear the sound of the storm from his position, but he could feel that there was a shocking power contained within the storm.
"I'm really not hiding anything. Master, don't be suspicious. About that … I'm really not hiding anything. I've told you everything I know. Besides, my life is in your hands, how would I dare to hide anything from you?
"Besides, you're wise and mighty. You can tell what I'm thinking with just one glance. I wouldn't dare …" He Feng immediately smiled bitterly, but he let out a cold harrumph in his heart. He had seen everything in his life. There was no way he would fall for Mo Su's lies.
"Han Mountain's ancestor isn't dead," Su Ming mumbled as he looked at the building in the distance.
He Feng's heart trembled violently. He originally wanted to hide it, but Su Ming's words were like a bolt of lightning striking down on him. It caused all the things He Feng had to hide to crumble and reveal the true secret in his heart.
This secret was his everything. It was the most important thing to him, but at that moment, Su Ming had spoken of it in a mumble. More importantly, Su Ming's tone was not one of inquiry. In fact, he did not even ask He Feng about it. He was just talking to himself.
"Mas … Master, you must be joking … This … How could this be possible?" He Feng took a deep breath. His expression might have changed, but this did not mean that he was guilty. He could not use this unbelievable fact to cover it up.
"How could the ancestor not be dead? If the ancestor wasn't dead, the three tribes wouldn't have rebelled. If the ancestor wasn't dead, the three tribes would have been terrified. They wouldn't have stayed in Han Mountain City … "He Feng's face was filled with disbelief. When he saw that Su Ming was ignoring him and was still looking at the building in the distance in the storm, he knew that it was the ancestor's tomb.
"I get it now. Master, you must be thinking that the three tribes are still slave races and are still being restricted. That's why you're guessing that the ancestor isn't dead? "If that's the case, then you're wrong. I know from some ancient scrolls that the ancestor extracted the blood of the three tribes and gathered it on the three stone pillars. As long as the stone pillars don't shatter, the three tribes will forever be slaves.
"The three stone pillars died with the ancestor … If the ancestor wasn't dead, then with just one thought, he could destroy the blood of the three tribes in an instant. There's no way he would have kept them until now." A dazed look appeared on He Feng's face and he quickly explained hesitantly. As he explained, he was also thinking about it. He did not deny it straight away, but his words showed that he was also thinking about whether this was possible.
"He Feng, I can feel his presence …" Su Ming closed his eyes and spoke unhurriedly. He did not lie to He Feng. As he stood there and looked at the building in the storm, he could feel a thick spiritual aura spreading out from the building in the storm.
Before the path of blood in Su Ming's body was formed, he would not have been able to sense that spiritual aura. Yet now, that feeling was very clear. The small virescent sword in his body was also slightly different in this place.
The spiritual aura was vast and filled with life force. It was overflowing endlessly, and it definitely did not seem like a tomb!
His words made He Feng's heart tremble once again, and he fell silent.
"How much longer are you going to hide it from me?!" Su Ming opened his eyes abruptly, and within them was a cold, murderous look. He stared at He Feng, who was floating before him, and took a step forward to close in on him.
He Feng trembled. He was just about to retreat when he saw a flash of virescent light. The small virescent sword suddenly flew out from the center of Su Ming's brows and circled around He Feng, preventing him from retreating. At the same time, it stopped before He Feng and pointed the tip of the sword at his forehead.
Cold air spread out, and He Feng panicked. He was also intimidated by the might of the sword, and he slowly started laughing bitterly.
"Master, you're wise. I was too anxious and gave myself away … The ancestor is indeed not dead," He Feng whispered bitterly with a complicated look on his face.
"This is the greatest secret of Han Mountain Tribe. An accident happened to the ancestor when he was training in the past. He built this tomb and isolated himself here … He once said that if he came out of isolation within a hundred years, then he would reach a breakthrough in his level of cultivation. If he didn't, then no one was to disturb him.
"As time passed by, the rumors of the ancestor's death gradually spread. The three tribes tested the waters a few times, and with the help of outsiders, they suppressed the restriction of being a slave tribe and replaced Han Mountain Tribe.
"But even they can't tell whether the ancestor is dead or not. Over the past hundreds of years, they have opened this place time and time again to get rid of the brand of being a slave tribe, but also to see whether the ancestor is dead …
"I've been investigating the people behind the three tribes, and I've seen Freezing Sky Clan's shadow. Freezing Sky Clan must have helped the rebellion in the past, and since the three tribes are controlled by the three forces of Freezing Sky Clan, it's only natural that they don't get along well with each other.
"This time, Lake of Colors Tribe has the Relocation Art in their hands, and their ambitions have been born. If they open the ancestor's isolation grounds, then it'll be fine if the ancestor is dead, but if he really isn't dead …" When He Feng said these words, his face became gloomy and he paused for a moment.
"If Han Mountain's ancestor isn't dead, then the forces of power behind Freezing Sky Clan will definitely know about Lake of Colors Tribe's actions this time. If that's the case, then they'll appear and kill Han Mountain's ancestor," Su Ming stated unhurriedly.
He Feng tacitly agreed. After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to have made his decision. He looked at Su Ming and whispered, "Master, I can let you enter the ancestor's isolation grounds without breaking the seal. If you can enter before me, perhaps your rewards will surpass Lake of Colors Tribe."
Su Ming swept his gaze across He Feng, but did not speak.
'Fang Mu's aunt, Cang Lan, is a disciple of Freezing Sky Clan. If she can return to Tranquil East Tribe now … then Han Fei Zi and the forces of power behind Lake of Colors Tribe can also send their people here …
'No wonder Han Fei Zi asked for a delay even though she could enter Freezing Sky Clan. This might be related to this place.' A pensive look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He looked at the plains surrounded by many valleys and the buildings in the distance. He took a step forward, but he did not move towards the plains in the distance, but to his left.
'Something must have changed in this place. If I go to Han Mountain's ancestor's isolation grounds too early, then I'll attract too much trouble … Besides, even if Han Mountain's ancestor isn't dead, forget about what Lake of Colors Tribe will do next, it'll be hard for me to explain myself if I enslave his tribe members.
'Why don't I search for Sky Flute Branch first and gather all the herbs needed to create Life Plunder before I make my decision?' Su Ming did not speak. He spread the Brand and covered a circular area of 2,000 feet before he disappeared into the mountain range.
Time passed by. An hour later, a white cloud suddenly appeared in the fog in the sky and charged towards them. Han Fei Zi wore a veil over her face and her eyes were elegant. Behind her was the tall man called Yan Guang. Before the two of them was a blood shadow that led them to this place.
"This person stopped here an hour ago …" Han Fei Zi lifted her hand and pointed at the blood shadow. She closed her eyes, then opened them after a moment and spoke flatly. "This person stopped here an hour ago …" "If you like this work, then please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation."
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