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Chapter 682
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"Yes!"
Upon seeing Fenghao's performance, Feng Heng finally nodded his head in satisfaction. Soon after, he asked again, "That's right, what is the use of the king of poisons that you asked me to collect? Are you a Poison Master? Even if you are, you don't need to collect all of them, right? "
"I'm not a Poison Master.
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Feng Hao shook his head and smiled bitterly, "These King of Poisons are prepared for others."
Now, everything was ready. With the Northern Mang Aconite in his hands, the other King of Poisons were no longer a threat to him.
If he really did not have the King of Poisons, tens of thousands of experts would fight to collect them. Hence, he was not worried anymore.
"Prepared for others?"
Feng Heng's eyes widened again.
This fellow's squandering was too ridiculous, wasn't it? Moreover, he specially went to the Northern Mang Forbidden Area for others?
He really did not care about his life!
There was once a giant in the world of alchemists. In order to pluck the Seven-Colored Glass Fruit, he relied on his extraordinary medicinal power to barge into the core of the Northern Mang Forbidden Area …
He was not poisoned to death, but was crushed to death by the poisonous energy in the core!
The poisonous energy there had already solidified, like an endless mountain floating in the air. How could a person withstand it?
And this young man in front of him went in. Not only did he pluck the Northern Mang Aconite, the head of the King of Poisons, but he also plucked three Seven-Colored Glass Fruits …
"It's for my daughter."
Feng Hao naturally knew what the old man was thinking and answered truthfully.
"Your daughter?"
Feng Heng was stunned and did not know how to react. After a while, he regained his senses and looked at Feng Hao with a strange expression, "So that's the case …"
He still did not understand. Feng Hao was only in his teens. How old could his daughter be? Why would she need the Northern Mang Aconite and the King of Poisons at such a young age?
"Sigh! … "
Feng Hao sighed heavily, and his expression was a little gloomy. "Her physique is a little special, so she needs these King of Poisons …"
Although he had the ability to gather all the King of Poisons, he did not have the ability to bear the pain of being bitten by ten thousand poisons for Little Qing Meng.
This was because Little Qing Meng had to personally endure the tempering of all poisons in order to control the peerless Poison Body in the future. No one else could replace her!
Thinking of this, Feng Hao felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Little Qing Meng was only a few years old, yet she had to endure the pain of being tempered by ten thousand poisons that ordinary people couldn't even imagine. Just who was at fault?
"Special?"
Glancing at Feng Hao, who was frowning deeply, Feng Heng did not ask any further. He only nodded thoughtfully and muttered, "The King of Poisons that requires so much, it's really special …"
The chamber immediately fell into silence. The two of them frowned, as though they were vexed about something.
"That's right!"
Feng Heng clapped his hands. Soon after, he hurriedly said to Feng Hao, "There's no time to lose. Return to the Feng Clan with me immediately!"
"Return now?"
Feng Hao was clearly somewhat hesitant.
When he was in the Flowing Light Spatial Domain, he had felt an indescribable fear in his heart. He faintly felt that something had happened to Joan Of Arc and Wan Xin. Even now, his heart was half in his throat and he was unable to let it go. Therefore, he had decided to return to the Regretful Gold Saint King Mountain to ascertain the situation of the two women.
"Two confidantes?"
After listening to Feng Hao's explanation, Feng Heng cast a glance at him and nodded his head in understanding. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile. "Good lad, you've found two wives so quickly. Not bad. The branch left behind by our ancestors has just started to wither. It's time to replenish our numbers."
Beauties loved heroes. In his opinion, Feng Hao was so outstanding. It did not make sense for him to only have two confidantes...
In his opinion, it was too little!
However, with Feng Hao's age, he already had a daughter who was only two or three years old. This was indeed very good!
"Since that's the case, you should go back first and make arrangements for the Feng Clan of the West Mist. Be prepared to move into the Imperial City at any time. I'll also go back and make arrangements for you to accept the Emperor Aura's baptism. I'll give you at most two months. You must meet back here, understand?"
After waiting for so many years, Feng Heng was no longer in a hurry. Thus, he went along with Feng Hao's wishes.
"Thank you, Old Ancestor!"
Feng Hao was full of joy as he bowed to the old man.
After that, the two went their separate ways. Feng Hao and Samsara quietly left the Nephrite Ancient City and flew towards the Regretful Gold Dynasty. As for Feng Heng, he rushed back to the Feng Clan of the Imperial City to make arrangements for Feng Hao's return.
He believed that the return of this young man would not only bring about the rise of the Feng Clan, but also the rise of his own bloodline and the return of glory!
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Inside the forbidden land for life …
Everything was in a deathly silence. A heavy aura spread from within, capable of destroying everything.
Swoosh!
All of a sudden, the sky above the flat-topped mountain at the core of the forbidden land for life was torn open like a piece of paper, revealing a vast starry sky.
A middle-aged man dressed in gray walked out of the starry sky with a calm expression. He hovered in the sky above the forbidden land for life with a relaxed expression, as if he was not affected at all.
"He really is someone who possesses the spirit of a Divine Master. I can feel the fluctuation of a spirit in his body!"
The middle-aged man spoke calmly to the air in front of him.
"Hmph! Could it be that my senses are wrong? "
A rough voice came from underground, rumbling like thunder. There was a hint of complacency in it.
"He seems to be the descendant of that Feng brat from back then …"
The middle-aged man ignored him and continued to speak.
In fact, he had not really left because he was worried, until just now …
"Feng brat? Could it be that stubborn brat who knelt in front of the temple for eighty-one days in order to seek the Dao? "
The rough voice sounded a little surprised as he exclaimed, "I didn't expect that the Divine Master would leave a blessing for him …"
"That's not important. What's important is that he has a spirit and is the Divine Master of this generation!"
The middle-aged man's face turned solemn as he said cautiously.
"That's right!"
The rough voice didn't refute him. Instead, he said, "I can't get out of here, so I'll leave the matters outside to you. When necessary, take care of him. After such a long time, it's time for some fellows to loosen their muscles and bones again. Hehe, it won't be long before I can leave this damned place. I really miss the days when I was free!
"I should also go and make some preparations!"
The middle-aged man let out a long breath and glanced at the flat-topped mountain. Then, he stretched out his hand, tore open the space, and flew away.
He hadn't slept for more than thirty hours and had been typing in the internet cafe just to prove that he wasn't lazy!
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