Dominating Martial King-Chapter 1163 - 431: Turns Out We’re All from the Same Hometown
At this moment, a strange blue light actually appeared in her eyes.
Xiaao Kuanglong’s expression froze, and he glanced at Wan Fengqing.
He possessed the powerful talent of the Twenty-tier ’Heavenly Peeping Divine Testing,’ faintly sensing traces of Spirit Illusion Technique.
Xiaao Kuanglong couldn’t help but feel secretly shocked.
This woman’s Illusion Technique is formidable, only allowing him to catch a few vague traces without understanding it completely.
She is indeed bold.
Xiaao Kuanglong could be sure that this woman’s cultivation was likely not just what she displayed on the surface.
Who exactly is this woman, and what master is she?
Mad Sword Feng San was completely unaware, his brows slightly furrowed, and he unexpectedly felt a sense of familiarity towards Wan Fengqing.
"Hmm?" Mad Sword Feng San recalled past traces, still vaguely: "I don’t remember, but your appearance does seem somewhat familiar. I should have seen you before."
Was someone really sealing his memories?
Wan Fengqing’s eyebrows moved slightly, almost imperceptibly.
She was supposed to modify Mad Sword Feng San’s memories as well, imprinting some memory images into Feng San’s mind.
However, Wan Fengqing found she couldn’t accomplish it.
This Feng San’s Primordial Spirit is far stronger than she imagined.
Had she not withdrawn her power just in time, he might have sensed her now.
Mad Sword Feng San then looked at Gu Mingyue.
Gu Mingyue’s expression was calm, and he held a blue Treasure Bead in his hand.
This item originated from the ’True Sect,’ supposedly personally crafted by the Supreme of the True Sect.
The effect is that all things he expresses remain true and unwavering for a period.
Gu Mingyue felt fortunate; luckily, the sect provided this item, or he couldn’t have lasted even the first day undercover.
"Mr. Feng, indeed, your sights are lofty. I challenged you in the past, losing a hundred times, and it became a lifelong shame. Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng doesn’t remember this defeated man."
He pressed his hand on the sword at his waist, coldly smiling: "However, today is no longer the past. My cultivation has advanced to Third Grade, and another day, I will definitely fight Mr. Feng again."
"Is that so?"
Feng San heard this and was taken aback, suddenly feeling another wave of familiarity.
He should have encountered Gu Mingyue.
Thinking about his own nature, Feng San surmised this was precisely something he would do.
At this point, Xiaao Kuanglong also laughed heartily, respectfully bowing to Feng San: "When I was Fourth Grade in cultivation, I headed south to Divine Continent. Mr. Feng’s nature is arrogant, so probably didn’t notice me. But I’ve long heard of Mr. Feng, you slew countless Giant Spirits near Kunlun Mountain, defending our Human Clan of Kunlun Mountain. I’ve always admired you."
He knew Wan Fengqing’s approach well.
If not for combating Giant Spirits, how would Feng San travel millions of miles to serve Chu Xisheng, as a dignified Third Grade cultivator taking the role of a Daoist?
Feng San nodded slightly, considering that this seemed very reasonable.
His gaze held some comfort, some somberness, and some confusion.
It turns out all three before him were his compatriots.
Not only compatriots, but comrades!
Indeed, the path is not lonely!
Among the Human Clan of Kunlun Mountain, there are many righteous people!
Moreover, his identity was genuine; only his memory was problematic—
Xiaao Kuanglong saw Feng San wasn’t asking questions anymore but stood there, tightly frowning, lost in thought.
He couldn’t help but exhale deeply, his mind slightly relaxing.
Xiaao Kuanglong then exchanged glances with Wan Fengqing and Gu Mingyue.
They all saw traces of luck and helplessness in each other’s eyes.
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Meanwhile, Chu Xisheng had already left Chu Mansion.
He piloted the Bathing Sun Divine Ship, carrying Tie Xiaosheng and Lu Jiuli, flying directly towards Mi Family Manor.
The straight-line distance between Mi Family Manor and West Mountain Town is less than three hundred miles, reached before the Bathing Sun Divine Ship had even accelerated.
Chu Xisheng eventually landed at the site of Iron Madman’s cenotaph.
However, the tomb built from ironstone had been leveled, with a large hole opened at the center, and the coffin inside shattered, its fragments scattered everywhere.
"Just as Flag Leader saw, this cenotaph was destroyed by his own hands."
Lu Jiuli said with a bitter smile: "I tried to repair it three times, but each time it had just begun, he would attack us and drive away all our people, resulting in over two hundred wounded brothers."
As he listened, Chu Xisheng looked thoughtfully at the tomb in front of him.
According to Lu Jiuli, the initial anomaly started six months ago.
At that time, corpses of Martial Cultivators appeared mysteriously outside Mi Family Manor.
Later, based on Lu Pingyuan’s investigation, it was determined these individuals were likely spies or insurgents, their purpose mostly related to their Flag Leader.
It was because Chu Xisheng’s growing fame had been confirmed as the true Blood Vengeance Saint.
Initially, they thought the person who killed these spies was a senior member of Jianghu with friendly intentions, possibly even a master sent by the Formless Divine Sect.
But a month later, successive sightings reported a blood-colored figure.
The person wore blood-colored War Armor, resembling the legendary ’Iron Futing,’ surrounded by blood poison, obscuring their appearance.
Upon hearing this, Lu Jiuli became extremely excited, mobilizing gang members to search for the blood-colored figure.
He suspected it was Iron Madman; their Old Banner Master hadn’t died.
Two months later, Lu Jiuli saw this person with his own eyes.
He thereby confirmed that the blood-colored War Armor indeed had to be ’Iron Futing.’
Except the blood poison surrounding ’Iron Futing’ was too dense for him to determine if the person inside was Iron Madman.
