"Benefactor, we were wrong. Please save Liu Qing."
The female martial artist found that no matter how she shouted, the Meditation Cultivators didn't listen to her at all. Only then did she remember that Du Feng was their benefactor. Since their benefactor had saved their lives, then he could save them a second time, a third time … countless times.
"Get up, daughter. It's not worth it for such a man."
The black-bearded uncle quickly pulled the female martial artist up. If she continued to shout like this, she would be taken away by the Meditation Cultivator guards.
"No, I won't get up. Father, please beg our benefactor. He listens to you the most."
The female martial artist didn't give up and asked her father to kneel down and beg Du Feng.
"If you don't want to die, get up quickly. Even if you don't want to live, you have to think about Xiao Ying."
The words of the black-bearded uncle deeply hurt the female martial artist. Yes, even if her husband was gone, she still had her daughter. If she died, her daughter would become a fatherless person. So she stood up bravely, then took her daughter into her arms and whispered in her ear.
"Remember that person. He was the one who killed your father."
Yes, the enemy she was talking about was Du Feng. No matter how the black-bearded uncle tried to persuade her, the female martial artist believed that Du Feng killed Liu Qing. If it weren't for him killing pirates and getting into trouble, if it weren't for him being reluctant to give Liu Qing a few defensive talismans, if it weren't for his Shura identity, Liu Qing wouldn't have been in trouble.
Those who were loyal were always those who butchered dogs, and those who were unfaithful were mostly scholars.
It was said that rough people like the black-bearded uncle were often very loyal. And this kind of scholar who claimed to be cultured was actually heartless. However, there were silly women like the female martial artist who were dead set on thinking that Liu Qing was good and everything others did was wrong.
Although Du Feng had walked out for a while, he still heard the female martial artist's whisper. But it didn't matter. He wasn't afraid of the revenge of the female martial artist and her daughter. There were many people in this world who wanted to kill him. They had to go to the back first.
The reason why Du Feng could successfully disguise himself as Little Asura this time was not only because he could manipulate Devil Qi, but also because of the male ghost cultivator in Blossom City. As soon as he entered the Netherworld, he recalled some cultivation techniques related to meditation.
Due to the fact that he had broken through to the Immortal Lord realm in a hurry, the cultivation technique that Du Feng knew was still the same as when he was at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Although he could use some Gifted Combat Skills that grew with Cultivation, he would still be at a disadvantage if he didn't have a suitable Cultivation Method for this level.
Now, he had obtained a cultivation method suitable for the Minor Asura State from the male ghost cultivator in the Blossom City. Cultivation techniques suitable for Minor Asura realm cultivators were equivalent to High Immortal realm cultivators. The Netherworld's environment was very rich in demonic energy. Du Feng could cultivate demonic arts to his heart's content and accumulate demonic energy. However, when breaking through to the next realm, he still needed to convert the Demonic Qi into Essence Power. After all, his body was still that of a normal human warrior.
Interesting. Du Feng opened the fleshy wings on his back and flew up. These wings that came from meditation techniques were fundamentally different from the Phoenix Wing Fire Feathers of the Phoenix Clan. First of all, they didn't have a single feather on them. They were directly composed of some thin skeletons and elastic fleshy membranes.
Secondly, the Phoenix Wing Fire Feathers were bright red, while the Minor Asura's fleshy wings were light green. The Great Yaksha's wings were dark brown, while the Minor Asura's wings were light green. This was a sign that he had advanced in level. If he became an Asura, his wings would be the true green color and no longer have a faint feeling.
The Minor Asura corresponded to the Immortal Lord level, while the Asura naturally agreed to the Immortal Emperor level. In other words, Zhan Batian's master, the Blood-Armored Asura, was already an Immortal Emperor level figure back then. After such a long time, he didn't know how powerful he had become.
Fortunately, the Netherworld was big enough, so it wouldn't be easy for Du Feng to meet them. Using the identity of a Minor Asura, he successfully entered the first city of meditation cultivators. He didn't enter for sightseeing, but to use the wormhole here.
The so-called wormhole was actually something similar to a teleportation array, but the shape was different.
The Heaven Realm's teleportation array was a hexagonal platform, with a teleportation array drawn on it. As long as one had enough immortal stones, they could teleport to the place they wanted to go.
The Netherworld's wormhole was a hole in a strange insect nest. The insect nest wasn't big, even smaller than a house, and the hole on it wasn't big either. But the hole was very mysterious, you couldn't see the bottom no matter how you looked. Not only couldn't you see the bottom, but there were often colorful lights coming out.
The colorful lights were like soap bubbles under the sun, or the surface of a puddle of oil. It made you feel like it should be the color of a rainbow, but it wasn't the same. Because the colors were very unstable, there was always a sense of distortion.
"Sir, where are you going?"
Otherwise, the teleportation guards wouldn't have doubted Du Feng's identity at all when they saw his dense demonic energy and half-retracted light green wings. Some human warriors also knew one or two demonic arts that could produce demonic energy. But the Minor Asura's wings couldn't be imitated.
"Mojia City!"
Du Feng didn't know much about the distribution of the Netherworld because he hadn't bought a map of the Netherworld yet. But it didn't matter, the ghost cultivator of Flourishing Flower City knew the terrain here better.
"Sorry, sir, you can't enter Mojia City directly. You can go to Lantuo City first."
Well, the information of the ghost cultivator of Flourishing Flower City was wrong again. Because in the past, Mojia City could indeed be teleported directly. Later, for some reason, the rules were changed. You couldn't directly teleport into Mojia City, you had to go to the nearby Lantuo City first. Then from Lantuo City, you could fly into Mojia City across the mountain stream.
That's right, there was no road between Lantuo City and Mojia City, so you couldn't walk in or swim in, you could only fly in.
And this kind of flight couldn't be achieved with the Imperial Sky Technique or the Imperial Wind Technique. Even if you stepped on a cloud or rode on a flying boat, you couldn't do it. You could only rely on your wings to fly across the mountain stream. If you didn't have wings, you would fall 100% of the time.
Interesting, this was probably the last resort of the Netherworld to guard against foreign enemies. Because passing Mojia City was equivalent to going to the other half of the Netherworld. To ensure safety, this setting was made.
"Okay, then I'll go to Lantuo City first."
Although he said something wrong before, Du Feng was still very calm. He had to be calm. If he panicked in front of a Yaksha with his identity as a Minor Asura, it would be unreasonable. Once there was an unreasonable phenomenon, it would be easy to be suspected.
"Okay, you can go in."
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