Chapter 1389 - 1386: No Choice but to Go, Young Master Hufeng!

The wind howled fiercely, and the sea of clouds surged as Luo Feng and Xuelian flew through it, one after the other.

Xuelian saw Luo Feng nod in acknowledgment of the challenges and fateful encounters they might face on the journey to the Sword Tomb and said:

"Master, Yue Haitang is blood-related to the Holy Swordmaster of the Sword Tomb. Even if the disciples of the Sword Tomb have their grievances against him, they are unlikely to go too far. At that time, they might target you, Master. This journey is extremely disadvantageous for you."

Pausing for a moment, Xuelian continued, "This matter concerns Yue Haitang himself; there’s no need for the Master to accompany him to the Sword Tomb."

Xuelian was concerned for Luo Feng’s safety; the life and death of others were trivial to her.

Of course, she couldn’t even explain why she was so considerate of Luo Feng; even she couldn’t explain it.

The only explanation was that the essence blood was still inside Luo Feng; should anything happen to him, she too would become a walking corpse.

Luo Feng smiled and shook his head, "I must go."

Xuelian was very puzzled, "Why?"

"Some things, even if you know they are extremely dangerous, cannot be left undone." Luo Feng’s tone was calm, yet there was an indescribable firmness in his words.

While speaking, his thoughts drifted to the Extreme North Land, where compared to the agreement with Bing Ruolan, this Sword Tomb journey was nothing.

Xuelian was perplexed, not understanding why Luo Feng was determined to proceed even knowing the dangers ahead.

If it were her, she would certainly not do it.

Luo Feng did not explain further; in time, the other party would understand.

The setting sun tilted westward, and in the evening, the two returned to Melt Fire City.

Entering the gates, Luo Feng saw that it was still early, and instead of immediately returning to the palace, he roamed the streets with Xuelian.

He had been focused intensely on his cultivation recently, his mind in a state of constant tension. It was a good time to relax, and Luo Feng found himself interested in Melt Fire City, the Imperial City of the Dali Dynasty.

Apart from this, Luo Feng wanted Xuelian to familiarize herself more with human society, which would make their future journeys across the rtiad much easier.

Previously unnoticed, now that he was relaxed, Luo Feng sensed the extraordinary nature of Melt Fire City.

On either side of the street, any building was over ten meters high, constructed magnificently, giving a sense of grandeur.

On the wide streets, people came and went, most were martial artists from the Dali Dynasty, but there were also many from other dynasties. Luo Feng even noticed a few members of the Wild tribe with Demon Beasts. A young martial artist in a short animal fur jacket with a short knife at his waist caught his attention.

The youth had a subtle demon qi fluctuation but lacked the ferocious and evil aura of a Demon Beast.

"A member of the Demon Race..."

Turning the thought over, Luo Feng immediately realized the youth was from the Eastern Ridge Demon Region, feeling somewhat surprised.

The Canglang Dynasty was located at the Extreme North Land of the hundred-national territory, 108,000 miles from the Eastern Ridge Demon Region, where sightings of the Demon Race were rare. This was the first time he saw one, and their cultivation was not low, being at the early stage of the True Yuan Realm.

Watching for too long, the young demon race seemed to sense something, turned to look at Luo Feng, his pupils contracting, teeth exposed in a chilling grin, his gaze was fierce.

Luo Feng paid no attention, leading Xuelian forward.

Though Xuelian was indignant, Luo Feng had previously instructed her not to make a move within the city to avoid exposing her identity. Coldly glancing at the youth of the demon race, she followed behind Luo Feng.

The young demon race seemed unwilling to cause trouble and withdrew his gaze, disappearing into the crowd in a flash.

"I didn’t expect to see a member of the Demon Race here..."

Turning the street corner, Luo Feng was still pondering the young demon race.

At that moment, a group of young martial artists who were laughing and chatting approached. A person on the left saw Luo Feng and Xuelian, and his brows immediately furrowed deeply, a furious expression, the other young martial artists who were jovially chatting fell silent in an instant.

Luo Feng also stopped, seeing Jia Kun among the group, though his attention was drawn not to Jia Kun but to the leading youth in green.

This youth appeared eighteen or nineteen, with a face like jade, eyes bright as stars, a simple ancient sword at his waist, his tall and slender figure projecting a sharp aura that couldn’t be ignored, his cultivation surpassing Jia Kun, being six levels into the True Yuan Realm.

A group of young talents together could be seen as stars supporting the moon, gathering around this youth, seemingly giving him great respect, even the previously arrogant Jia Kun being no exception.

"Jia Kun, who are they?"

The leading youth in green, noticing the change in everyone’s expressions, looked up to see Luo Feng and Xuelian, his eye subtly flashing, and asked.

Jia Kun, his injuries yet unhealed, his face still pale, looked at Luo Feng, holding seven parts resentment and three parts dread, gritted his teeth, "He is known as the number one of the Canglang Dynasty, Luo Feng."

The other young talents all showed indignant and unwilling expressions; what happened during the palace banquet was still fresh in their minds.

"Oh!"

The youth in green arched his brows, his gaze on Luo Feng like stars in the sky, shining brightly, sharp and imposing.

This extraordinary scene immediately attracted many eyes.

"Look, it’s Prince Jia. And Young Master Hufeng, he’s returned to Melt Fire City."

"Huh, across the street is the number one from the Canglang Dynasty, Luo Feng!"

"It is indeed him. Look at Prince Jia’s face, how bad it looks. It’s said he boasted at the palace banquet about teaching Luo Feng a lesson, but was humiliated in just three moves by Luo Feng, losing face in front of everyone. He’s likely to hate Luo Feng the most now."

"I’ve heard about this too."

"It’s going to be exciting. In the Dali Dynasty, Young Master Hufeng is the number one, and Luo Feng is number one from the Canglang Dynasty; surely they will battle!"

"Now that Young Master Hufeng has returned, Luo Feng’s prestige is at its end."

The nearby people excitedly discussed.

Suddenly, the chatter on the entire street abruptly quietened, and the youth in green standing before Prince Jia took a slow step toward Luo Feng.

He walked slowly, but each step seemed to possess infinite magic, stepping onto the hearts of the crowd, drawing every gaze inevitably toward him.

Stopping five steps in front of Luo Feng, the young man in green greeted formally, "I am Liu Fufeng from Lei Jiantang of the Dali Dynasty. Are you the disciple of Linglong Hall from the Canglang Dynasty, Luo Feng?"

Liu Fufeng...

Luo Feng recalled the earlier conversations of the passersby, his spirit slightly tense; this person was evidently the leader of the younger generation in the Dali Dynasty, Young Master Hufeng!

"Correct." Luo Feng replied calmly.

"Hehe, I’ve long admired your name."

Liu Fufeng chuckled, lifted his head, and in his eyes, an astonishing battle intent erupted.

Instantly, an overwhelming aura exploded from Liu Fufeng, changing the atmosphere around.

A moment ago, he resembled a lush green mountain; suddenly, the mountain collapsed, flames filling the sky, turning into an erupting volcano, its ferocious aura seemingly ready to destroy everything.