【The Song of the Six Dynasties】(Episode 17, Chapter 7)

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Chapter Seven.

"Leave the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit." Fen Wuchen said hoarsely, "This old man will let you go."

"So it was for the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit." Mo Fenglin sneered, "Judging from Elder Fen's voice, his injuries are to his heart and lungs. Elder Fen's foundation is fire; with his heart meridian injured, I wonder how much of his cultivation he has left?"

Fen Wuchen let out a few strange laughs, "This old man could kill you with the strength of a single finger!"

Mo Fenglin sneered, "If Elder Fen truly possessed such divine skill, why would he need to use his words?"

Fen Wuchen raised his wooden staff, and a ring of fire rose from the ground beside Mo Fenglin, firmly locking him in place. Mo Fenglin exhaled a cloud of icy mist, which swirled and fell like raindrops. The wall of fire descended inch by inch, then suddenly rose again, sweeping away the icy mist above.

Fen Wuchen's eyes, hidden beneath his hood, suddenly flashed with a fiery red light as he hissed, "How dare you, brat!"

The raging fire ring, as if severed at the root, lost its foundation and rose higher and higher into the air, revealing Mo Fenglin's figure below. His right hand, twisted by Xiao Yaoyi, was now drawing a complex rune in the air with his left hand. As the final stroke fell, an ice python burst forth, scattering ice shards, and roared towards Fen Wuchen.

Fen Wuchen unleashed over ten flaming blades, leaving the ice python riddled with wounds. Then, his robes billowed, and the two burning giant pines on either side collapsed, pressing the ice python down like a powerful warrior.

Mo Fenglin released the ice python and immediately darted away, darting through the forest. A spark of fire landed beneath a large tree in front of him, its light seemingly suppressed by the canopy, growing dimmer and dimmer, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. Without hesitation, Mo Fenglin turned and leaped back.

The giant pine tree appeared unharmed, but the temperature beneath it rose sharply. Just as Mo Fenglin dodged, flames erupted, instantly turning the entire tree into a blazing inferno.

Fen Wuchen, a seventh-level cultivator, was no easy opponent. Even though he was severely injured, he was still not someone Mo Fenglin could easily handle. In a short while, one giant pine tree after another burst into flames, completely surrounding Mo Fenglin.

Mo Fenglin was already at a disadvantage, but he showed no fear. His left hand moved with lightning speed, unleashing various ice techniques with incredible force.

Fen Wuchen sneered, "The Yaochi Sect has produced a ruthless character. Boy, if you can last a quarter of an hour, I will cut off my own hands!"

"Elder Fen, don't be so sure of yourself," Mo Fenglin said coldly. "I immediately ate this Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit after exhausting my true essence. How long do you think I can last, Elder Fen?"

Fen Wuchen's face darkened. He had been relentlessly pursued by Shang Zhenyu and was now at his limit. If Mo Fenglin were to truly swallow the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit and start over, the current situation would likely reverse on the spot.

Suddenly, Fen Wuchen brandished his wooden staff, withdrawing the flames, and hissed, "We have no enmity, why fight to the death? I'll trade you the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit!"

Mo Fenglin pursed his lips, and after a moment said, "The Glazed Heavenly Pearl has actually fallen into Elder Fen's hands; this is truly beyond my expectations."

"It's not the Glazed Heavenly Pearl."

"If it's not the Glazed Heavenly Pearl, then what is it? Could it be Elder's Blazing Fire Staff?"

Fen Wuchen said grimly, "Shang Zhenyu's head—how about it?"

Mo Fenglin's expression shifted, then he laughed loudly.

Fen Wuchen hissed, "Once the fire starts here, that old thief Shang will definitely arrive within a quarter of an hour. As long as you give me the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, once I recover, I can catch him off guard and kill him in one fell swoop! Yaochi Sect and that thief Shang have a deep-seated hatred. When you send Shang's head back to the sect, it will surely be a great achievement!"

Mo Fenglin was greatly tempted. If he could really get Shang Zhenyu's head, the position of sect leader of Yaochi Sect would not be out of reach. But there was only one Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit. He wouldn't even give it to his junior sister, let alone an outsider. Although Qin Shuai had obtained a Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, he knew that Qin Shuai would only send it back to Lin'an to report to the emperor and would never consume it privately.

Unexpectedly, just as he was leaving the Taiquan Ancient Formation with Qin Han, he suddenly received a message from Zhu Yin using a sect secret technique. She claimed that she had obtained a Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, but it had been taken away by an outsider. She was now trapped in the formation and hoped that he could retrieve the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit and rescue her.

Mo Fenglin immediately infiltrated Qifeng Courtyard. Most of the non-family members in the courtyard had entered the Taiquan Ancient Formation, and he easily found the jade box engraved with the sect's mark. Mo Fenglin didn't care about Zhu Yin's life or death, but she was still one of the sect's three fairies, and for the sake of the sect's reputation, he couldn't leave her inside the formation. So Mo Fenglin returned to the Taiquan Ancient Formation with the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, finding Zhu Yin hiding in the forest, but unexpectedly, he was targeted by Fen Wuchen.

Although Shang Zhenyu's head was the sect's most valued possession, it seemed insignificant compared to Qin Shuai's injuries. The problem was that he was entangled with Fen Wuchen, and he probably would have to use the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit to escape. In this case, it would be more worthwhile to hand it over to Fen Wuchen in exchange for Shang Zhenyu's head. Mo Fenglin wasn't afraid that Fen Wuchen would go back on his word; Fen Wuchen and Shang Zhenyu were mortal enemies, and even without the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, they would fight to the death. Fen Wuchen only wanted Shang Zhenyu's life; there was no need to break his promise for a head.

Mo Fenglin remained silent for a while, and Fen Wuchen didn't urge him, but instead flicked his sleeves to extinguish the flames one by one, showing sufficient sincerity.

Suddenly, a long howl came from afar, like a flying dragon rolling in, its momentum astonishing.

Mo Fenglin was also a decisive person; he steeled his heart, flicked his wrist, and threw out the jade box, "Take it!"

Fen Wuchen's eyes shone brightly; he caught the jade box, swallowed the bright red fruit inside in one gulp, and then sat cross-legged to refine it.

Mo Fenglin's left hand twirled, and a cloud of icy mist splashed from his fingertips, firmly protecting himself.

A moment later, Fen Wuchen's eyes snapped open, an expression of disbelief on his face. He then roared and smashed the jade box to pieces, howling, "You little brat from Yaochi Sect! I'll kill you!"

A burst of wild laughter came from the side. Cheng Zongyang laughed heartily, "I knew it! Fairy Zhu's Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit was already given to Qin Da Diao Dang. Where did another one come from? Old man Fen, you're quite the radish, aren't you?"

Mo Fenglin's face also turned ashen. He wasn't familiar with the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit; how could he know that those damned outsiders would give him a fake one?

Fen Wuchen had been chased by Shang Zhenyu for many days, finally finding a lifeline, only to be tricked like this. His heart was filled with boundless hatred. He assumed it was Mo Fenglin's doing and ignored Cheng Zongyang, charging towards Mo Fenglin like a madman.

Mo Fenglin didn't hesitate. He unleashed several ice walls in succession, rushing to the edge of the cliff with Zhu Yin before Fen Wuchen could set up his fire net. Then, he leaped into the sea. Fen Wuchen, a master of fire magic, considered the ocean his nemesis. Despite his fury, he could only halt his advance. He then turned and unleashed his boundless rage on the boy who had been watching the spectacle.

"Die!"

A silvery laugh suddenly rang out under the moonlight, and an elfin-like girl emerged from the forest, carrying a snow-white puppy. She wore a purple dress, her delicate hands as white as jade. The puppy nestled affectionately in her arms, its soft, fluffy white fur resembling a snowball, utterly adorable.

The girl stroked the puppy, a pure smile on her face, and approached, appearing like a swaying magnolia blossom in the moonlight. Suddenly, she grabbed one of the puppy's short legs and flung it away. The puppy flew across several meters like a grenade. In mid-air, the puppy's body suddenly swelled, its fur as black as ink, and two heads emerged from its neck, roaring and spewing flames, ice, and thick fog.

Even in his fury, Fen Wuchen was taken aback. He hurriedly raised his staff and swung it, sending a fire dragon flying out. The demonic hound raised its head and swallowed the fire dragon whole, leaving not even a trace, only a wisp of smoke escaping from its nostrils.

Fen Wuchen's expression changed drastically, followed by a long howl from behind, "Old ghost Fen! Get out here! I, this lord, will fight you to the death!"

Fen Wuchen immediately used the same trick again, his body transforming into a cloud of fire and flying into the air. A moment later, the flames burned out, turning into a wisp of green smoke, and his true form disappeared.

A figure flew straight over, saw the two in the forest, but suddenly turned back. Old Zhu shouted, "Zi girl! Little Cheng! Where did you two run off to! Oh! You've struck it rich, haven't you? I knew you two were lucky! Look at all these bags and packages, come on, let me carry them for you."

Old Zhu came over eagerly, wanting to carry the bags for him, but Cheng Zongyang tripped him, and Old Zhu plunged headfirst into the cart, unable to get up for a long time.

Cheng Zongyang helped him up, saying repeatedly, "How could you be so careless? If you damage this bag of treasures, can you afford to pay for it?"

Old Zhu was distressed, "Little Cheng, you're getting more and more unethical."

"I'm just happy to see you. Where are Little Fox and the others?"

"They're all waiting for you. Zi girl, why don't you help this old man up?"

Little Zi rolled her eyes at him. Old Zhu looked at her face and lowered his voice, "Little Cheng, you and Zi'er have been alone together for so many days, what haven't you done? Could it be that you're already impotent at such a young age? Come, come, I have a prescription here, you can try it."

"Come on. You're a virgin, you can talk to Eunuch Qin about this, but what nonsense are you spouting to me?"

"Little Cheng, you're looking down on me!"

"Enough nonsense! The important thing is to find out where Fen Wuchen is."

Old Zhu smiled arrogantly, "No matter how well Fen Wuchen hides, how can he escape my notice? Get out here!"

Old Zhu struck out with his palm, and a huge rock in the distance exploded, but there was no sign of him.

Cheng Zongyang sneered, "If he couldn't hide from you, he wouldn't be alive today."

This wasn't sarcasm. Although Fen Wuchen's cultivation was slightly inferior to Shang Hou's, he was extremely good at hiding and concealing himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold out until today despite being at a disadvantage.

Xuexue circled in the forest, then ran back, wagging her tail vigorously.

Xiao Zi waved and laughed, "Here."

Xiao Zi, carrying a gleaming silver knife, flicked it into the ground. An old hand emerged from the earth, grabbed the blade, and a line of blood splattered from the finger.

Cheng Zongyang said gleefully, "He even dared to take a scalpel, he's got some nerve."

Fen Wuchen flicked his finger, and amidst the splattering blood, a net of fire instantly appeared. He turned and darted out of the forest. Like a gray bird, he swept over Xuanyuan Tomb, heading straight for the exit, instantly creating a distance of dozens of feet between himself and the others.

Old Zhu, however, was not in a hurry at all. "Don't worry, someone's guarding. Little Cheng, what are you carrying... Oh dear, are these candies?"

Fen Wuchen hadn't gone far when he heard a long laugh. The person in the lead, dressed in fine clothes and waving a folding fan, was none other than the young Marquis Xiao Yaoyi. Beside them were several skilled fighters from the non-clan, with Mo Rulin following behind, hands behind his back, exuding an air of authority, looking like a general overseeing the battle.

Although these non-clan members were trapped in Canglan, they were no weaklings. Now that all their experts had been deployed, even if Fen Wuchen were at his peak, he might not be able to defeat them in one fell swoop. So they simply avoided battle and turned to flee in another direction. Dai Songyuan and the others, without waiting for orders, immediately gave chase.

"Little fox!"

Xiao Yaoyi arrived like a shooting star, laughing loudly, "Brother Saint! You've made us search high and low! Huh? What's this? A treasure? Come, come, let me carry it for you!"

"Get out of here! You haven't learned a single good thing from that old man! Where's Old Xu?"

"Just a broken bone, thankfully nothing serious. He'll be able to move around after a few more days of rest."

"Where's Wu Er?" Cheng Zongyang asked somewhat worriedly, "You don't still believe it,

do you?" "Indeed." Xiao Yaoyi said, "There are a few outsiders who are skilled in medicine. Originally, Mo Wu arranged for someone to prescribe a medicine to nourish the fetus, but when the doctor took a look, he said it didn't look like a pregnancy pulse. As a result, Second Master was furious and wanted to kill that quack doctor on the spot to rid the world of a scourge. Now, everyone says it's definitely a pregnancy pulse, and it must be a boy. Second Master is so happy he can't stop smiling."

"Didn't you tell him it was a misunderstanding?"

Xiao Yaoyi said with a blank and innocent look. "Dare I? Let me tell you, Wu Er is obsessed. If Bai Xian'er doesn't give birth to a son soon, it would be a disservice to him. Hey? Brother Saint, how come you... are you injured?"

"It's a long story. Anyway, it's my turn to be unlucky." Cheng Zongyang said, "Let's hurry up and find the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit before we leave."

Fen Wuchen was closely watched by everyone, and with the three-headed demonic hound's keen sense of smell, even his fire escape technique was difficult to use. He tried to break through, but was blocked every time. After a lot of running around, he finally escaped to Xuanyuan Tomb.

Fen Wuchen stood on that blood-red boulder, his chest heaving. Sparks of fire flew from the shadow of his hood, and his figure under the cloak revealed the desolation of being at the end of his rope.

"Old thief Shang!" Fen Wuchen hissed, "Decades have passed, and you still won't let go?"

Shang Zhenyu's chuckle vanished. "I swore before her grave that I would not let anyone, no matter who, go."

"Heh heh!" Fen Wuchen laughed hissingly, "She was poisoned to death, and who would have thought that this world would gain a powerful figure in the poison world because of it... Heaven grants, but if you don't take it, you'll suffer the consequences! Shang Zhenyu, you've studied astrology your whole life, haven't you seen through your own destiny yet?"

Fen Wuchen sneered, "How can a mere woman compare to a vast empire? Ridiculous! Haha! Absolutely ridiculous!"

Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but look at Old Zhu with new respect. "Old man, I didn't realize you had such a story."

Shang Zhenyu said calmly, "If you want to hear it, I can tell you over a hundred times."

Fen Wuchen suddenly roared, "Want to kill me! Not so easy! Old thief Shang! Trade your life for mine!" With that, he lunged forward.

Shang Zhenyu drew a short sword from his sleeve, then straightened his back. New, jet-black hair sprouted from his graying hair, flowing down his back and dancing in the wind. Fen

Wuchen's figure suddenly shifted like a ghost, appearing before Cheng Zongyang. His wooden staff flashed with fire, unleashing a blazing inferno, like a giant, burning axe, aimed at Cheng Zongyang's neck. Although he was already at his wit's end, Fen Wuchen's eyesight remained sharp; he had already seen that Cheng Zongyang was severely wounded, the weakest link in the encirclement. Knowing he had no chance of survival today, he figured killing one more person would be better.

Xiao Yaoyi, closest to Cheng Zongyang, immediately drew his long sword from Dai Songyuan's waist, stepping forward to meet the attack. Fen Wuchen's staff flickered, extending a foot from beneath Xiao Yaoyi's sword, changing the horizontal slash into a thrust, aiming for Cheng Zongyang's heart.

Xiao Yaoyi, shrugding his shoulders, was about to push Cheng Zongyang aside when he heard a low "hum." A handle appeared in Cheng Zongyang's hand, followed by a broad, oval-shaped blade that sprang from behind his hand. With a "swish," it severed Fen Wuchen's staff in two, the blade even taking a finger with it.

Cheng Zongyang lifted his hand, raising the blade, and with a single touch, shredded the flying staff into a cloud of fine wood chips—a remarkably graceful movement. To onlookers, it seemed as if Fen Wuchen had merely touched him with his staff, then been sent flying backward in a spray of blood.

Xiao Yaoyi was dumbfounded. Even with his keen eyesight, he could only see the blade in Cheng Zongyang's hand as a blur, constantly shifting and changing. Xiao Yaoyi's father was a high-ranking military official in the Jin Kingdom, commanding a vast army of warriors. Xiao Yaoyi, being close to the powerful, had extensive knowledge, but even he had never heard of a weapon whose blade could move along its own edge.

Xiao Yaoyi shouted, "What is this!" Cheng

Zongyang raised the arrogant weapon, "Have you heard of the Cold Beauty Saw?"

"Of course! What is this?!"

"A chainsaw."

"A fine weapon!" Shang Zhenyu praised. The surrounding outsiders had already gathered around. Ji Feixiong let out a low shout and swung his long axe horizontally, intercepting Fen Wuchen in mid-air.

The flames flickering on Fen Wuchen's body changed from ethereal to solid, becoming extremely condensed, like wearing a dark red armor. The long axe seemed to have been thrown into a furnace; in an instant, the axe blade turned red-hot, and then the finely carved wooden handle burst into flames. Ji Feixiong staggered back several steps, his hands already burned by the flames.

Shang Zhenyu flipped his wrist and slapped the sword; the sword's bright luster seemed to be swallowed up, becoming dim.

Fen Wuchen sneered, "Old thief Shang! How could your paltry poison possibly penetrate my Crimson Flame Armor!"

"At your last gasp, you dare boast?"

Shang Zhenyu thrust his short sword forward without any flourish, yet Fen Wuchen's Crimson Flame Armor turned black as if extinguished by water, followed by a spray of blood from beneath it.

Fen Wuchen landed back on the rock, blood gushing from his body, his face growing increasingly ferocious. He then slammed his severed finger onto the rock, causing his dark red fire armor to bulge.

"Get back!"

Shang Zhenyu flung Xiao Zi and Cheng Zongyang away, his short sword aimed at Fen Wuchen's chest.

Flames erupted around Fen Wuchen, fire dragons, fire tigers, fire leopards, fire crows… all sorts of fire beasts surged forth, then collided violently.

A deafening roar followed, and a wave of intense heat washed over them. Although Cheng Zongyang was thrown dozens of steps away, his hair still curled up as if burned by fire. Then, he felt a salty taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, Xiao Zi caught him, preventing him from hitting his head on the ground.

At the same time, a powerful aura of death surged in like a tide. The Life and Death Root, dormant in his dantian, trembled slightly, and the surging death energy flowed into the Life and Death Root like a whirlpool. In the past, Cheng Zongyang would have coveted such powerful death energy, but now, the sudden death energy was constantly impacting his deflected Qi Wheel, and the situation was extremely precarious. He had to try his best to maintain the balance of the Qi Wheel to prevent it from exploding.

Fortunately, Cheng Zongyang was quite experienced in dealing with this kind of situation. After a moment of frantic activity, he gradually stabilized the operation of the Qi Wheel. Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sweep away the dense death energy when he found that the death energy was rapidly dissipating, as if someone was competing with him for it.

Cheng Zongyang looked up and saw a figure half-floating on the black sea. Mo Fenglin, holding Zhu Yin in one arm, extended a claw, also absorbing death energy. Cheng Zongyang dared not exert any force, but Mo Fenglin was completely unconcerned. With this ebb and flow, the death energy was draining away faster and faster.

With a loud "bang," a spray of blood splattered from Mo Fenglin's shoulder, and his body sank to the bottom of the water.

Over here, Mo Rulin held a huge pistol, calmly blowing away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle. "He's lucky." Cheng

Zongyang was almost stunned. "This is..."

Mo Rulin said calmly, "The Divine Arrow Without Feathers."

Cheng Zongyang asked, "Where did it come from?"

Mo Rulin coughed and whispered, "General Yue knew my foundation was weak and was afraid I would have an accident on the road, so he specially gave me this self-defense artifact. Unfortunately, there are only five arrows, and once one is used, there is one less." Cheng

Zongyang was greatly disappointed. He thought he had found an armory, but it turned out to be left behind by Yue the Birdman.

The terrifying flames gradually dissipated, and the crimson rock split in two, one half charred black, the other remaining intact. Fen Wuchen was utterly destroyed, not even a bone remained.

Ignoring the still-scalding heat of the rock, Cheng Zongyang lunged at it, peering into the crack. The split surface was a vibrant red, like agate, but beneath it lay no trace of any equipment, revealing the ground directly.

Cheng Zongyang stood frozen for a moment, then clenched his fists and roared, "Damn it!"

He hadn't expected his bad luck to not only fail to end but to worsen. Fen Wuchen's final explosion had not only destroyed the entrance to the secret realm but also obliterated everything. The items he hadn't managed to take from the city were now all gone. The only gain was confirmation of his hypothesis: the human-inhabited secret realm was in another dimension, connected by a portal. It was conceivable that if the entrances and exits to the various areas of the Taiquan Ancient Array were destroyed, the connecting spaces would completely vanish, impossible to find even by digging through the ground.

Cheng Zongyang was in an extremely bad mood. Old Ghost Fen's explosion had been a lucky accident, using his hopeless life to destroy a treasure he hadn't even touched. He'd really lost big time!

Xiao Zi laughed, "Boss Cheng, you're so lucky!"

"Lucky my foot!"

"What if he had exploded a day earlier?"

Cheng Zongyang was startled, a wave of fear washing over him. If he were still inside, and the portal had been blown up, it would mean being trapped in that confined space for life.

"If that happened..." Cheng Zongyang whispered in her ear, "I'll have a bunch of kids with you! I'll spank them all the time!"

Xiao Zi's face suddenly flushed red, and she held up the puppy in her arms, pouting, "Xuexue, bite him."

Xuexue barked, and just as it raised its tail, Cheng Zongyang stuffed a piece of chocolate into its mouth.

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