Qin Wentian didn't know what had happened in the Leng Clan, but he could feel a sense of irritation welling up in his heart, causing him to feel uneasy. He didn't know why he would feel this way, but it was as though he was infected by someone.
Qin Wentian also didn't know why he felt this way. It was because Little Rascal's emotions had infected him.
Qin Wentian didn't have the mood to continue spectating the battles in the Hell Arena. After Chu Mang exited, the two of them departed together. Not only that, their rewards this time around were extremely bountiful. As long as you had the ability, the Hell Arena was indeed a paradise, where you could earn Yuan Meteor Stones at a rapid pace.
For Stellar Martial Cultivators to cultivate, other than talent and willpower, they also needed to accumulate resources. Yuan Meteor Stones were one of the most common resources in the world, and were the currency of the entire continent. Not everyone came from a powerful clan, and the majority of cultivators had to depend on themselves to obtain resources.
"Where are we going?" Chu Mang asked Qin Wentian.
"This place is closer to the White Deer Institute. Let's take a walk there first." Qin Wentian replied. At the same time, he also wanted to inquire more about the Yan Clan. For example, he wanted to know how strong the Yan Clan was, what was Yan Kong's status in the Yan Clan, and how strong was Yan Tie. These were all things he wanted to know.
The guards of the White Deer Institute were extremely polite to Qin Wentian, and allowed him to pass. After all, they had personally seen Bailu Yi and Qin Wentian walking together, and it was evident that they had a good relationship. Naturally, they wouldn't block Qin Wentian's path, as that would only cause Bailu Yi to be unhappy.
Upon seeing Qin Wentian, a faint smile appeared on Bailu Yi's frosty countenance. "You're here."
"Mhm." Qin Wentian nodded his head lightly, "I want to find out some information from you. Not long ago, Yan Kong brought a group of people to kill me, and one of them was the 'Hades' you met in the Hell Arena. He's Yan Tie's disciple, and he's the one who created the Human Puppet. I asked Big Bro Chu Mang to kill him. What's his relationship with Yan Tie, and how strong is Yan Tie?"
"Kill 'Yama'." Bailu Yi lightly furrowed her brows as she continued, "Yan Tie's reputation isn't very good in the outside world. Others refer to him as a demon. He's sinister and ruthless, crafty and perverted, yet he has an extremely high level of attainment in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions. His cultivation base isn't very high, only at the fifth level of Yuanfu. But just by relying on the power of the Dao of Divine Inscriptions, he can easily kill opponents at the same level as him."
"There aren't as many powerful Divine Inscriptionists as there are Stellar Martial Cultivators. In the Eastern Region of the Moon Continent, Yan Tie can be considered one of the top third-ranked Divine Inscriptionists in the Yuanfu Realm. His personality is extremely eccentric, yet he treated his disciple extremely well. Even his brothers couldn't order him to do anything, yet he was willing to impart all of his knowledge to his disciple. Now that you've killed his disciple, I'm afraid Yan Tie will definitely go crazy."
Qin Wentian furrowed his brows. It seemed like the 'Hades' he killed was a troublesome character to deal with. As for Yan Tie, he wasn't worried about him taking revenge. After all, Qing 'er was still by his side.
"When will the exchange meeting begin?" Qin Wentian asked again.
"There's still over forty days, you have to work hard." Bailu Yi smiled. Qin Wentian lightly nodded his head, but at this moment, a series of squeaking noises abruptly rang out in his mind. This caused Qin Wentian's eyes to narrow. Little Rascal had arrived in the vicinity.
Inclining his head, Qin Wentian saw the transformed Little Rascal carrying Fan Le on his back as they soared through the air. Fan Le's eyes were scarlet red, and a terrifying flame could be seen burning within them, filled with a violent intent.
"What's wrong?" Qin Wentian had a bad premonition. Bailu Yi, who was beside him, waved her hands towards the pursuers who were chasing after Little Rascal. Momentarily, the pursuers all disappeared.
"Bzzz." Little Rascal transformed back into its original form, and its tiny body leapt into Qin Wentian's embrace, as it continued to squeak in a muffled voice.
Qin Wentian gently stroked Little Rascal's snow-white fur as he stared at Fan Le.
"Leng Ning, she's dead." Fan Le's body was still blazing with flames as he spoke to Qin Wentian.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian only felt his mind shuddering violently. Leng Ning had died?
"No …" Qin Wentian shook his head. This was impossible. When he came out from the Leng Clan, everything was fine. How could she have died?
However, the look in Fan Le's eyes told him that everything was true. Leng Ning had died.
Cracking sounds rang out as Qin Wentian clenched his fists tightly. The lines on his face twitched as his gaze gradually changed, turning ice-cold. A terrifying chill emanated from him, causing Bailu Yi's heart to involuntarily tremble. This young man, who had always been calm and collected, was actually enraged at this moment.
"It was Yan Tie and the Leng Clan who forced her to her death." Fan Le continued, "Yan Tie's disciple died, and he went to the Leng Clan to demand for Leng Ning. The Leng Clan decided to give Leng Ning to him and capture you. Leng Ning was unwilling to be humiliated, so she committed suicide."
Qin Wentian's body was ablaze with flames of rage. His gaze was so cold that it seemed as though it could kill someone. It was extremely cold, as sharp as the edge of a blade.
"Leng Ning was someone from the Leng Clan. Yan Tie's disciple died, and if Yan Tie wanted Leng Ning, he should have looked for me. The Leng Clan is a major clan, yet they wanted to give their disciple away?" Each and every one of Qin Wentian's words was ice-cold. A terrifying demonic qi emanated from him, causing the hearts of those who heard it to tremble.
"That's right, the Leng Clan did this. Not only that, they wanted to give you away as well, to appease Yan Tie's anger." Fan Le stared into Qin Wentian's eyes, both of them burning with the same anger. "Leng Ning knew that the Leng Clan wouldn't spare her. Hence, she told me to flee, but she herself refused to leave. She knew that she was someone from the Leng Clan, and no one would be willing to stand against the Leng Clan and Yan Tie just to protect her. If she came looking for you, the Leng Clan would definitely come looking for you."
"Leng Ning was afraid that she would implicate you." Fan Le's every word pierced Qin Wentian's heart. "Hence, she returned to the Leng Clan and told them that you were the person whom Miss Bailu liked, and that you would be representing the White Deer Institute in the exchange. She wanted the Leng Clan to not dare to look for you, and even if she died, the Leng Clan would have no reason to look for you. For your sake, she chose to give up her life."
"For my sake?" Qin Wentian's eyes were filled with pain. He had only known Leng Ning for a few months. For the sake of the Leng Clan, she chose to give up her life.
"She said that this was her destiny. Even if you didn't appear, it would still be the same. Hence, she didn't want you to be implicated. She chose to accept the arrangements of fate, and she even said that she liked you!"
"She likes you." Fan Le's words unceasingly pierced Qin Wentian's heart. It was extremely painful, extremely unbearable.
A terrifying killing intent gushed forth from Qin Wentian.
"Where's her corpse?" Qin Wentian endured the pain as he asked.
"Yan Tie said that he wanted to humiliate Leng Ning's corpse and refine her into a Puppet. Hence, I burned her corpse." Fan Le roared in a low voice. "I want Yan Tie dead. I want everyone from the Leng Clan to die."
"I will." Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath as he stared into the air. It was as though he could see the smile on Leng Ning's face. She was laughing as she scolded Qin Wentian.
Bailu Yi walked to Qin Wentian's side as she stared into his eyes. "If you want revenge, you have to remain calm."
Qin Wentian stared at Bailu Yi. Her pure and innocent face was filled with a crystalline luster, as though she could see through the hearts of others.
"From now on, all of you will stay in the White Deer Institute. Regardless of the Leng Clan or the Yan Clan, they won't dare to cause trouble here," Bailu Yi continued.
"I want to kill Yan Tie." Qin Wentian stared at Bailu Yi.
"Yan Tie is also enraged now. He will definitely bring many experts with him, and the exchange will be held soon. The Yan Clan will definitely not allow Yan Tie to die. If you want to kill Yan Tie, you can kill him during the exchange." "There's also the Leng Clan. The reason why they did such a despicable thing, sacrificing Leng Ning was to appease Yan Tie's anger, as well as for the sake of the exchange. By killing Yan Tie during the exchange, you've already destroyed their hopes."
Bailu Yi's beautiful eyes were as clear as ever. She pulled on Qin Wentian's arm as she spoke, "Come with me."
Qin Wentian didn't move. Bailu Yi turned her head and stared at him, her eyes so beautiful that they could melt a man's heart. "Do you want revenge, or do you want to die because of your impulsiveness? No matter what, the Yan Clan and Leng Clan are both major transcendent powers in the Eastern Region."
Qin Wentian drew in a deep breath as he allowed Bailu Yi to pull him into the depths of the White Deer Institute.
Bailu Yi continued pulling his arm, bringing him to the back mountains of the White Deer Institute. Here, there was a gentle breeze, green grass, and a lake. Everything was clear and clean, causing one's heart to be at peace.
"Stay here and calm down. If you want revenge, you can't be impulsive," Bailu Yi said to Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath.
Qin Wentian suddenly realised that on the path of his growth, he would meet many people and many things. Some of these people would become his good friends. However, in the martial world where gratitude and grudges were intertwined, he didn't have the ability to make everyone happy. He thought that he could help Leng Ning, but in the end, Leng Ning died.
Qin Wentian glanced at Fan Le. Today, wouldn't Fan Le be in danger as well?
Bailu Yi sat not far away from Qin Wentian. She could understand how Qin Wentian felt. At such an age, one's blood was boiling. How could he not be enraged when his friend was killed for the sake of protecting himself?
However, it was useless. Strength was the root of everything.
Qin Wentian sat there, the aura radiating from him gradually cooling down. The flames of anger within him had also been extinguished. However, this was only a temporary concealment, it didn't mean that it had completely disappeared.
A light breeze brushed past Qin Wentian's face, fluttering his robes. His eyes were still closed as he sat there in the middle of the green grass.
And just like that, he sat there for seven days.
In these seven days, the violent aura radiating from him had long since dissipated. It was as though he had become much calmer.
He thought about many things …
Opening his eyes, his gaze was clean and limpid, as though it had changed.
Qin Wentian inclined his head, staring at the drifting white clouds in the sky. On top of the white clouds, he could see Leng Ning's smiling face. It was as though Leng Ning had seen him at the moment of her death.
That innocent and straightforward young girl, drifted away with the wind. Yet, it was impossible to erase the memories she had left in the hearts of others.
Within Qin Wentian's body, his blood quietly flowed. Numerous blood-colored runes danced about, each of them containing a terrifying tyrannical aura. However at this moment, they all seemed exceptionally quiet, circulating within Qin Wentian's body. An innate tyrannical aura was contained within, as though it originated from the primordial era, filled with a tyrannical and tyrannical aura.
But at this moment, that tyrannical and tyrannical aura was extremely calm.
Because, in the center of the whirlpool, a stream of golden blood flowed about, gradually transforming into a candlelight.
This candlelight was extremely weak, yet it was able to calm this bloodline world, causing it to fall into a state of tranquility.
This flame, was akin to the Heart Fire!
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