"You're finally back. If you didn't, the young mistress would have skinned me alive."
After tossing and turning for more than half a month, Du Feng finally returned to the Seven Basaltic Mansions. In fact, as long as he set foot on the Thousand Moon Nation's territory, he would be safe. Entering the Seven Basaltic Mansions of Star-Moon City would be even safer. No matter how powerful the Nangong family was, they would not dare to send people to the Seven Basaltic Mansions to kill Du Feng. Although the grey-haired elder was powerful, he was not as good as Cang Jingsong, let alone the pavilion master of the Martial Arts Pavilion. As for the people from the Eagle Team, any instructor from the beginner class would be able to deal with them.
"Kid, you must have caused a lot of trouble outside."
Cang Jingsong chattered on, but Du Feng remained silent. He was considering whether to tell the pavilion master that the Nangong family wanted to mass produce Ghost Emperors. Would it be good or bad to tell the old man's words?
Logically speaking, the Nangong family colluded with the people of the underworld to kill human martial artists and even massacred cities to produce Ghost Emperors. This was definitely a matter that would anger both humans and gods. All human martial artists should unite to resist them. However, there were too many things involved at this time. Moreover, Madam Yuan was in his White Bone Banner. If he announced it now, his matter would inevitably be exposed.
"Yeah, the Nangong family has been chasing me."
Du Feng thought about it and did not mention anything about the Ghost Emperors. Instead, he changed the topic to his personal conflict with the Nangong family.
"That's not right. They wouldn't make such a big move just for Nangong Yan. Did you do something else?"
Cang Jingsong was not stupid. He immediately felt that something was wrong. Although Nangong Yan was the son of the clan leader, it was not enough to make the entire Nangong family make such a big move. They almost killed their way to the Seven Basaltic Mansions.
"Is the pavilion master here?"
Du Feng did not answer Cang Jingsong's question. Instead, he changed the topic. He realized that he did not see the pavilion master in person when he entered the Martial Arts Pavilion this time. Another old man was guarding here. This new old man looked much more ferocious than the pavilion master. He had a purple face and a big red nose. His eyes were wide open like copper bells. Those who were familiar with him knew that this was the Martial Arts Library. Those who weren't familiar with him might even have thought that he was an Infernal Judge. What was the Manor Master thinking of letting such a savage person look after so many books?
"He has something to do at the border. You don't have to ask about it."
Cang Jingsong didn't answer Du Feng's question directly, but he had already guessed it. As Tang Jiaojiao had told him about the use of the Tianhu Mirror, Du Feng guessed that the Pavilion Master of the Martial Arts Pavilion had gone to the southernmost border to fight against the Demonic Beasts that came from the cracks in space.
Even the weakest magical beast was at the Powang realm. Just the thought of it was exciting. If he went there now, would he be trampled to death by the ants in the Demon Realm? Tsk, tsk, tsk … Du Feng only dared to fantasize about that level of battle.
"Du Feng, why didn't you tell me that you were back?"
Just as Du Feng was about to ask Cang Jingsong about the battle with the Demonic Beasts, he heard someone calling his name. That's right, it was Miss Tang Jiaojiao. When she heard that Du Feng was back, she stopped her cultivation in the Vitality Pagoda and ran over.
"Miss Tang, I didn't want to disturb your cultivation."
Du Feng smiled mischievously. He still looked like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.
"Don't call me Miss Tang. Call me Sister Jiaojiao."
Tang Jiaojiao had indeed picked on Du Feng previously and looked down on him. However, after the picture-in-painting incident, she didn't dare to look down on Du Feng anymore. Actually, the Pavilion Master of the Martial Arts Library had found out later that none of the people that the Life League sent, Sun Xingyi and Sun Xingyi, came out alive. They were most likely killed by Du Feng.
Not to mention Tang Jiaojiao, even Cang Jingsong and the pavilion elder had a whole new level of respect for Du Feng. When this kid went, he was only at the fourth level of the Heaven Seizing Realm for Cultivation. When he came back, he was already at the eighth level of the Heaven Seizing Realm for Cultivation. Even the people from the Nangong Family's Eagle Squad were unable to catch him. His survivability was extraordinary.
"Alright, Sister Jiaojiao. What business do you have with me?"
Du Feng knew that Tang Jiaojiao's attitude towards him was good now, so there was no need to be angry with her. Just based on that Sky Lake Mirror, the two of them had to thank him.
"Come with me, I'll show you something good."
Tang Jiaojiao came over and pulled Du Feng's hand as she walked upstairs, causing Cang Jingsong to be speechless. He thought to himself that not everyone would dare to hold the young miss's hand. What kind of magic did this brat Du Feng have to actually make Tang Jiaojiao take the initiative to hold his hand?
"If you don't go cultivate, what's there to see?"
Du Feng felt that it was a little strange. Why was Tang Jiaojiao so proactive today? In one breath, she dragged him to Xiao Hei's house. What exactly did she want to do? Could it be that she had some idea? What kind of joke was this? She was the granddaughter of the Martial Arts Pavilion's Pavilion Master. Even if Tang Jiaojiao had any ideas, he had to restrain himself. Otherwise, when the Pavilion Master returned, he would definitely be skinned alive.
"Come on, you'll know when you come in."
Tang Jiaojiao brought Du Feng into a mysterious room and did not forget to seal the door. There was no light source in the room. It was pitch black, and only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Holding the other party's warm little hand, Du Feng's heart was a little flustered. Because he could see that there was a very profound formation set up in the room. It was much more profound than his own. It was at least a Level 8 formation.
Oh my god, what are they doing? Using a Level 8 formation to trap me, I can't resist at all. What should I do next? I don't even dare to think about it. I can only leave it to fate.
Just as Du Feng was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, the room suddenly lit up. A spherical crystal shot out a ray of light. This ray of light spread out and formed a very specific dynamic scene. Wow, it's so advanced. It's much more advanced than the image crystal I used.
That's right, what Tang Jiaojiao showed Du Feng was the scene of the battle between the Pavilion Master and the Demonic Beasts in the extreme south. The people, the Demonic Beasts, the sky, the ground, and so on were all simulated. It was as if it was happening right beside him. It was many times more advanced than the technique of projecting on a white wall.
This scene was too shocking. A huge crack could be seen in the sky. It was as if a super large eggshell had been hit by a hammer. The sky was the eggshell, and the world that humans lived in was wrapped in the eggshell.
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