Chapter 50 - 021 The Death of the Poison Master

Chapter 50: Chapter 021 The Death of the Poison Master After arranging Meng Rongrong, Liu Jin and others to rest, only Yi Feng and his grandson were left in the Feitian Hall. Sёarᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Grandpa, why didn't you agree when there was such a good opportunity just now?" The middle-aged man said anxiously.

"Oh?" Yi Feng looked at his grandson with a smile.

"At that time, as long as grandpa agreed, he would enter the immortal sect immediately. That Julu Academy seems to be a very large immortal sect. The daughter of the dean values grandpa so much. When you arrive at the Julu Academy, with grandpa's talent, you will surely rise quickly!"

Yi Feng gently shook his head and said, "I want to finish the game first!"

"But, but you can agree to the Julu Academy first, and then play chess later. Grandpa, I really shouldn't have brought Liu Jin in. He didn't say anything at all. Why did grandpa listen to him?" The middle-aged man said with regret.

"No, what he should have said, he has already said! Not only that, but he also said a lot!" Yi Feng shook his head.

"Ah?" The middle-aged man looked strange.

"He only needs to bring the attitude of the co-prince. That's enough. I can guess the rest!" Yi Feng said with a slight smile.

"Yan Chuan's attitude? What attitude? That Yan Chuan is just a teenage kid. At most... at most he is just extremely good at playing chess!" The middle-aged man didn't believe it.

"No, chess is different from other things. Great chess skills require a great mind to carry." Yi Feng shook his head.

"Ah?"

"Although I haven't met Yan Chuan, and I have collected very little information about him, but from this information, I can see his strength!" Yi Feng pondered.

"Strong? Just him? The predecessors of the Julu Academy could crush him with just one finger!"

"What I'm talking about is not strength, but courage!" Yi Feng said in a deep voice.

"Courage?"

"Bringing three thousand brocade-clothed troops into Yanjing. Now, there are only three hundred brocade-clothed troops left by Yan Chuan's side in Yanjing. Where did the other two thousand seven hundred brocade-clothed troops go?" Yi Feng looked at his grandson with a smile and said.

"Uh, uh? Grandson doesn't know. I sent many people to investigate, but still there is no news!" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned.

"Grandpa, do you know?"

Yi Feng smiled and nodded. "These two thousand seven hundred brocade-clothed troops are doing a great thing. Wait, there will be news soon!"

"Great thing? What great thing?"

Yi Feng shook his head and didn't explain.

"Then grandpa shouldn't hold back these people from the Julu Academy either. What if they get angry? This opportunity is rare!"

Yi Feng smiled slightly and shook his head. "You may not know that this new co-prince is much more powerful than the old co-prince before!"

"Ah? Ah? Grandpa, what are you talking about? Yan Chuan is more powerful than Yan Tao? How is that possible!" The middle-aged man didn't believe it.

"It's true!" Yi Feng nodded.

"Grandpa, how do you know?"

"I saw it from this game of chess!" Yi Feng affirmed.

"Ah?"

"I have waited for decades. Waiting for a few days doesn't matter. I am very much looking forward to this Yan Chuan!" Yi Feng said with a smile.

"But, grandpa, you are ninety-two years old. You can't hold on for too long. What if you anger the few people from the Julu Academy? Grandpa's long-cherished wish won't be..." The middle-aged man's face was complicated.

Shaking his head, Yi Feng sighed slightly. "What Yan Chuan said is right. When a person is about to die, many things can be seen through and understood!"

"But, grandpa..."

"Don't say any more. I have my own plans. Wait!"

"Alright!" The middle-aged man was helpless.

...

"Giddyap!"

Yan Chuan, Yan Wudi, Huo Guang, and two hundred brocade-clothed troops were galloping on the rugged mountain road.

"Over there, Your Highness. Over there!" Huo Guang pointed to the distance.

"Let's go!"

Everyone chased after on horseback.

In the direction Huo Guang pointed, at this moment, sword lights soared into the sky. Countless sharp blades stabbed in all directions, emitting a strong explosion sound. Sword qi shot out in all directions, and the surrounding mountains and rivers were mostly flattened.

"No... no!"

In the center surrounded by sword qi, the panicked cry of the poison master came.

"Poison master, give me your life!"

With a loud shout from King Dugu of Swords, countless sword qi were suddenly absorbed back. It was like countless arrows piercing through.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, a huge gust of wind rushed out around.

Dust rose everywhere, making Yan Chuan and his group who were chasing on horseback suddenly pull the reins and stop.

When the dust settled, Yan Chuan and his group continued to ride forward.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the battle stopped.

The two people in the air landed on the ground.

The poison master's face was pale. Lying on the ground, there were countless cracks all over his body. In each crack, one could see the exposed white bones.

"King Dugu of Swords, I will take revenge!" The weak poison master said viciously with a distorted face.

"You have no chance. Now, I will cut off your head to pay tribute to her spirit in heaven!" King Dugu of Swords also had a distorted face.

"Clang!"

"Boom!"

The poison master's head was cut off. Blood gushed out from his neck.

Even at the moment of death, the poison master's eyes were glaring fiercely, full of unwillingness, reluctance, and great hatred.

After King Dugu of Swords cut off the poison master's head, he became quiet. He closed his eyes and was immersed in his own world.

But when Yan Chuan and his group arrived on horseback, two lines of clear tears even overflowed from King Dugu of Swords' closed eyes.

For twenty years, he had been thinking about revenge every day. But at this moment, after killing the last enemy, King Dugu of Swords found that his heart had instead become empty.

So what if all the enemies are dead? She can't come back anymore!

"Master!" Yan Wudi called softly.

Everyone got off their horses.

Yan Wudi's voice awakened King Dugu of Swords. He wiped away his tears. King Dugu of Swords looked at Yan Chuan and his group.

"Thank you!" King Dugu of Swords said sincerely.

Because of Yan Chuan, King Dugu of Swords was able to take revenge on his enemy. This shout was extremely solemn.

"It's nothing. Remember what you promised me and teach Yan Wudi well!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Don't worry!" King Dugu of Swords nodded affirmatively.

Walking to one side, King Dugu of Swords picked up the poison master's head. Looking at Yan Wudi.

"Disciple, follow me. I will take you to pay tribute to your master's wife!" King Dugu of Swords sighed.

"Yes!" Yan Wudi nodded.

"After paying tribute, return to Yanjing once and say goodbye to everyone. At that time, I still have something for you!" Yan Chuan said to Yan Wudi.

"Um!" Yan Wudi nodded.

"Let's go!" King Dugu of Swords had no other mood now.

With a wave of his large sleeve, he took Yan Wudi and soared into the sky. In an instant, he shot into the distance and disappeared.

Watching the two leave, Yan Chuan looked at the poison master's body again.

His head was cut off, leaving only a headless body.

Several brocade-clothed soldiers quickly searched the headless body.

"Your Highness, there is nothing on this person!" A brocade-clothed soldier shouted.

"Maybe the previous battle was too hasty! The poison master's things should all be in Yanjing City." Huo Guang thought for a while and said.

Yan Chuan walked forward.

"Your Highness?" Huo Guang looked at Yan Chuan puzzled.

"Cut open his chest!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Uh, yes!" Huo Guang responded.

"Swish!"

A spear cut open the poison master's chest.

"Eh? Where's his heart?" Huo Guang exclaimed in surprise.

"The heart is gone?" A group of brocade-clothed soldiers also showed surprise.

Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes.

"Burn it!" Yan Chuan took a deep breath and said.

"Yes!"

Several brocade-clothed soldiers quickly collected firewood and lit it. It slowly burned.

"Your Highness, his heart is broken? How is this? Why is it like this?" Huo Guang didn't understand.

"The method of shattering the sun. Sure enough, it is the method of shattering the sun!" Yan Chuan showed a trace of solemnity.

"What do you mean?"

"There is a special secret method for feng shui masters. In a specific environment, exploding one's own heart is this method of shattering the sun. If other people are killed, they will die. But feng shui masters, they are deeply versed in yin and yang. Even if they turn into ghosts after death, they can still live! No, they exist in another form!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Ah? Your Highness, are you saying that the poison master is not dead?" Huo Guang exclaimed in surprise.

"He is dead. However, his'spirit' has not been extinguished. He used the method of shattering the sun and has only transformed from a 'living being' to a 'dead being'!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Living being? Dead being?" Huo Guang was at a loss.

"At this moment, he should have arrived in the underworld and turned into a dead being in the underworld. Some feng shui masters can travel between the yin and yang realms. After turning into dead beings, they may see him again in the future. However, it is not so easy to return to the yang realm. There is no need to worry in a short time!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

"Ah?"

"Then do we need to tell King Dugu of Swords?" Huo Guang asked again.

"No need. He has carried that hatred for twenty years. He doesn't need to carry it anymore!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

"Rustle rustle rustle..."

The fire burned the poison master's body.

Yan Chuan and others watched as the poison master's body turned to ashes.

"Giddyap!"

"Giddyap!"

...

In the distance, suddenly six or seven sweat-blooded horses came galloping. They were all brocade-clothed troops.

"Eh? Aren't they guarding the heavenly prison? Why are they here? Could there be a change in the heavenly prison?" Huo Guang's face changed.

"Your Highness!" Several brocade-clothed soldiers rushed anxiously.

When they arrived nearby, everyone quickly got off their horses.

"What's wrong?" Yan Chuan asked in confusion.

"Your Highness, Eunuch Liu sent a message. There is a change in Xingluo Mountain Villa!" A brocade-clothed soldier said anxiously.

"Hmm?" Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows.

"Eunuch Liu said that someone wants to undermine the prince. The six people from the Julu Academy may want to recruit Grand Tutor Yi Feng into the Julu Academy!" The brocade-clothed soldier said anxiously.

"Meng Rongrong?" Yan Chuan's face sank.

"Your Highness, these people..." Huo Guang's face was also ugly.

Huo Guang naturally understood that Yan Chuan was determined to get Yi Feng. Now a group of people from the immortal sect want to take the lead?

"Get on horseback. Let's go!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Everyone quickly got on their horses.

"Giddyap!"

"Giddyap!"

...

A group of people rode their horses and rushed towards Xingluo Mountain Villa.

...

Xingluo Mountain Villa. Valley within a valley.

In a magnificent palace, there were six people from the Julu Academy sitting at this moment.

"Miss, Yi Feng is too ignorant. Miss gave him so much face, but he still didn't appreciate it?"

"Yes, with his kind of bone quality, Miss gave him the Chongjing Pill and even introduced him into the Julu Academy. But he still pretends to be noble!"

...

Everyone was criticizing Yi Feng, but Meng Rongrong smiled slightly.

"It doesn't matter. Waiting for some time is nothing. Moreover, I still want to see the result of Yan Chuan and Yi Feng's serious chess game again. And when Yan Chuan comes, it will be good to introduce him into the Julu Academy as well!" Meng Rongrong said with a smile.