Chapter 508: Tang Clan
Mu Qingtong killed a lone man, took his ‘Blood Dripper’, and absorbed it. Your Spirit Pressure density has slightly increased.
What is the Blood Dripper? Xia Feng wondered.
It was still impossible to determine Miss Mu’s location with just this information.
However, thankfully, more information appeared soon after.
While searching for the A-class Spirit Robe, Blood Spirit Construct, Mu Qingtong accidentally encountered Ye Li Kong and Justice Holy Son fighting over the ‘Saint Casket’. Because of Ye Li Kong’s abilities, she almost exposed her true form. Fortunately, at the critical moment, she further improved the effect of the Bronze Mask, vaguely showing signs of forming the prototype of an A-class Spirit Robe. Your understanding of the Bronze Mask has further improved.
Fighting over the Saint Casket? Xia Feng pondered. Ye Li Kong and Justice Holy Son entered Bei Qiu Abyss for the same purpose: to find clues to the Saint’s remains. This so-called Saint Casket likely holds what they are looking for.
But this had little to do with Xia Feng. He was not concerned with the Saint’s remains. Even though obtaining this thing would allow him to directly inherit the Divine Position of the Three Saint Star Gods, a treasure of such magnitude was not something he could participate in.
Currently, it was merely a clue to the Saint’s remains, so various forces had not engaged in large-scale conflict, instead sending Venerable-level powerhouses to this place. However, when the Saint’s remains truly appeared, it would inevitably attract the covetous gaze, or even intervention, of higher-level beings. Xia Feng couldn’t even imagine what kind of great chaos that would unleash.
“Boom boom!!”
Just then, Xia Feng vaguely heard a dull roar from ahead. He looked up in confusion.
Unlike the utter darkness of the Black Abyss, devoid of any light, this void space called Blood Cave had some faint light, but it was all blood-red light. The entire world seemed to be covered by a blurry, light-red filter. Pillars resembling blood vessels and bloodlines crisscrossed, filling the entire void. Xia Feng shuttled through the intertwined space that resembled blood vessels, even hearing faint pulsating sounds. This inexplicably gave him a bizarre illusion, as if he were an ant crawling within a giant heart, carefully traversing its dense bloodlines.
“Dong!!”
Another loud bang. Xia Feng bounced on these vessels, rapidly heading towards the source of the sound.
After a while, the scene ahead came into view. A giant blood furnace, seemingly used for alchemy, was suspended between heaven and earth. The blood furnace stood on three legs, its body round, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Obscure blood-colored spirit lights floated above the base and the lid, and on the lid, a mysterious spirit paper radiating golden light hovered.
In addition, around the sides of this giant blood furnace, which was three hundred meters tall, two youths were engaged in a duel. They were like two mages facing each other a thousand meters apart, their spiritual particles constantly disintegrating and reforming, illuminating the entire space with dazzling multi-colored light.
Ye Li Kong, clad in golden armor forged like gold, with golden hair cascading over his shoulders, his handsome face displaying stern, revolving eyes. The frightening beams of light attacking his arms and between his eyebrows as if falling into a vortex, vanishing instantly. In the distance, Justice Holy Son, wearing a light gold clerical robe, with the symbols of scales on the back and collar of his robe, exuding wisps of sacred radiance as his domain unfolded.
Seeing this, Xia Feng had no time to continue spectating and eavesdropping. In the space directly between Ye Li Kong and Justice Holy Son, two finger-sized light orbs, one white and one gold, clashed.
“Zzzt—Boom!!!” Like a collision of stars and earth, a sky-high wave of light tore through space, annihilating everything. As the light wave surged towards him, Xia Feng felt his entire body struck heavily. He raised his hand to block his face and retreated half a step, his black trench coat fluttering behind him in the wind, burning into charcoal-black holes.
Is this what a Venerable-level duel is like? Xia Feng now clearly perceived the gap between the True Martial and Venerable realms. If not for his extraordinary physique, even the aftershocks could have severely injured him.
As he contemplated, Xia Feng activated his Eye of Deconstruction to observe the battlefield and its surroundings. The synchronized information stated that Miss Mu encountered Ye Li Kong and Justice Holy Son fighting, so upon seeing these two, Xia Feng realized that Miss Mu might be in this location. This saved him the trouble of searching further.
But who could it be? Xia Feng looked around. Besides Ye Li Kong and Justice Holy Son, ten other figures were spectating around the giant blood furnace.
The genius from the Golden Sparrow Flower, Jin Jili, with his effeminate appearance and prayer beads in hand.
The elemental nun, Teresa, half of her face covered by a white hood, revealing only her delicate lower jaw.
The bald walker from the Yama Legion, Yan Si.
Xia Feng scanned the remaining seven people one by one; they were all geniuses from power factions or legions, appearing normal.
However, one woman caught Xia Feng’s attention. That woman had an ordinary appearance, wore a red cloak, and stood calmly at the very back of the crowd, her expression indifferent, as if spectating or assessing the backs of those in front. Through the Eye of Deconstruction, Xia Feng vaguely felt that the woman’s appearance was not right, as if it had been altered through disguise. But her disguise ability was quite good; the Eye of Deconstruction couldn’t completely penetrate her disguise and see her true face.
Xia Feng recalled the information about various geniuses that Yuji Pao had introduced to him before. The woman in the red cloak was named Tang Ruyan from the Tang Clan, a power faction among the Empire’s seven great families. Compared to the other six families, the Tang Clan had declined somewhat in recent years, but fortunately, Tang Ruyan emerged as a genius, bearing the high hopes of the clan.
However, this woman’s face showed signs of deliberate disguise, indicating that her true appearance was different. Xia Feng frowned in confusion, so, could she be Miss Mu? Tang Ruyan seemed to notice his gaze and looked up, but after just a glance, she paid no further attention and returned to watching the duel.
Seeing this, Xia Feng couldn’t figure out if this woman was Miss Mu or not. Perhaps Miss Mu didn’t recognize me? Xia Feng thought, realizing it was possible. After all, he was now wearing the Fox mask given to him by Jiang Qiue, which was also a God Relic with strong anti-peeping properties. Combined with the disguise of the Bronze Mask, even with her high Mental Power, Miss Mu might not have seen through his appearance.
With this thought, Xia Feng secretly removed the Bronze Mask and looked at the woman who he suspected was Miss Mu again. However, Tang Ruyan still showed no reaction. Strange, Xia Feng muttered to himself, and was about to step towards the direction of those geniuses when a faint, ethereal voice quietly sounded in his ear:
“I am standing five centimeters behind Xia Feng.”
As if from an infinite, distant place, carrying the echo of clear, sacred laws, Xia Feng’s scalp tingled. He instantly perceived a woman standing behind him, though he didn’t know when she appeared. The woman’s appearance was abrupt, looking down from above, her plump curves pressing directly against his ears. As Xia Feng took a step forward, a tender, delicate hand on his back lightly pressed on his shoulder. The force was very light, yet it felt like a great terror that rendered him unable to move.
