Chapter 2270 - 2271: Coming to Seek Revenge

Susu was dazedly accepting Yang Fei's gift.

She felt weighed down in her hands, and if it was truly as Yang Fei said, this gift was larger than the sky.

Yang Fei's tone turned serious, he looked deeply into Susu's eyes.

"I hope that someday, when I attack the Central Kunlun Divine Realm, you can help me. We are not only friends but comrades in battle."

Susu nodded, and for some reason, a sudden burst of joy surged in her heart.

Rather than trailing behind Yang Fei like a vase, it was better to fight alongside him, sharing life and death.

Thinking of the phrase "sharing life and death," Susu felt a sweetness surge from her heart, her cheeks flushed.

Yang Fei had no idea that in this instant, Susu had turned over so many inexplicable thoughts.

He saw Susu's blushing face, lowering her head, her eyes avoiding his gaze, feeling quite puzzled.

The Wenchang King suppresses others with literary talent, the Wenchang Realm Divine Power is also one of the Three Thousand Great Ways.

Even the True Martial King and Emperor Tian were restrained by the Wenchang King's literary talent when they fought.

Since Yang Fei's return, he had been diligently seeking a way to break the Wenchang Realm Divine Power, ultimately relying on strength to overcome strength.

However, asking Yang Fei to study literary works, poetry, and essays was more troubling than chopping off his head.

Yet Susu was a master of National Arts, brimming with knowledge.

Yang Fei refused to believe that the 5000-year culture of Huaxia, contained in this Magic Artifact, could not defeat the Wenchang King.

Thinking of this, he sighed in relief, beaming, no longer bothered by Susu's shy demeanor.

Yang Fei took out a bottle of Gathering Yuan Pills, with all 20 pills, handing them to Susu.

"These are Law Pills I crafted using Alchemy Technique learned from True Martial Divine Realm, try them out."

"If they work, the Dragon Group Base will continuously provide them for you in the future."

This generous gift was definitely significant.

Though not as potent as the spell system or Cultivation Arts earlier, it was enough to make many cultivation masters envious.

Susu did not refuse, accepting Yang Fei's gift.

Being comrades-in-arms, Susu had to enhance her strength to keep up with Yang Fei's pace.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes gradually became resolute, clenching her fists.

She must keep up with this man, ascend above the Nine Heavens, and contend with the Kunlun Divine Realm Godly Venerables, living up to this life.

At that moment, Yang Fei's phone suddenly rang.

When Yang Fei answered, it was Xue Mingtai calling.

Xue Mingtai had obtained Yang Fei's Cultivation Arts, and had been in closed-door cultivation at Yinxue Tower.

He rarely contacted Yang Fei, why now did he suddenly have time to care about Yang Fei?

Yang Fei was puzzled, Xue Mingtai, usually elegant, spoke bluntly, his voice faintly urgent.

"Brother Fei, Blood Asura is seeking revenge for Tang Qianjue, the Sword Emperor fought with her and got injured, return quickly."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei was shocked.

One Blade Two Gods, Three Immortals; the top cultivation masters within Earth Space.

Blood Asura ranks among the Three Immortals, always incompatible with Tang Qianjue.

After killing Tang Qianjue, how had she come for revenge?

Susu noticed his tense expression and asked.

"What happened, has Blood Asura found Yinxue Tower?"

Yang Fei nodded, saying lightly.

"Blood Asura seeks revenge for Tang Qianjue, is this woman insane?"

Susu shook her head.

Tang Qianjue, known as Tang Sect's greatest genius, was repeatedly challenged by Blood Asura, and he always spared her.

"But the last time they debated, Blood Asura and Tang Qianjue were evenly matched, perhaps not recognizing each other's strength without fighting..."

At this point, Yang Fei slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing.

"I see, these two must have met their match during the fight."

"That little Demoness Blood Asura got increasingly infatuated, eventually decided not to fight."

Susu kissed at Yang Fei, giving a disdainful glare.

"That's ridiculous, not a pearl of wisdom from you, can't you speak properly?"

Yang Fei was gleeful, he looked smug.

"I just enjoy getting to the heart of things sharply, now what should we do?"

Susu frowned and said softly, "Blood Asura's cultivation definitely rivals Tang Qianjue's."

"She cultivates the Hell Scripture, reportedly a powerful technique originating from hell."

At this point, Susu stood up, looking expectantly at Yang Fei.

"Shall I accompany you in this battle?"

Yang Fei shook his head.

"No need, Tang Qianjue was defeated by me, dealing with Blood Asura is not an issue either."

Yang Fei said this, bowing towards Susu.

"I'll go back now, wait for my good news."

Susu was eager to follow Yang Fei, but seeing his refusal, she didn't force it, she stood up to see him off.

At Martial God City, under the tall and majestic gate of Yinxue Tower, a towering fat monk sat sturdily on a Bronze Bell over two meters high, it was two feet thick, solid and majestic, weighing four to five thousand pounds.

Such a massive Bronze Bell blocked the middle of Yinxue Tower's gate, preventing passage.

People outside couldn't enter, and those inside couldn't exit.

The fat monk wore a rough cloth vest, his muscles resembled forged iron, distinctly shaped, harboring explosive power within.

Beside the fat monk, a woman dressed in red with a Jiangnan water town parasol delicately stood there.

Oddly, though she was beautiful, onlookers dared not glance at her, preferring to look at the fierce monk.

A fearsome aura seemed to emanate from her.

It seemed that even a glance would bring disaster upon oneself.

The person was none other than Blood Asura returning from Tang Sect!

Outside Yinxue Tower, crowds had gathered watching the spectacle, countless tourists pointed towards the gate.

Inside Yinxue Tower, lush flowers and plants filled the place with spring beauty, but no one came out to respond.

In Yinxue Tower's inner court, Xue Mingtai stood atop a high building, with Wen Taikang, the Sword Emperor, and others gathered around him.

Xue Mingtai's expression was calm, like water, but the Sword Emperor was restless.

"How has our Yinxue Tower endured such humiliation this past year?"

"Why don't I go out with one sword and fight them?"

The Sword Emperor, speaking this, was panting heavily, then suddenly coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Wen Taikang sighed: "You and I having failed in our Divine Skills, it's tough to oppose Blood Asura."

"Not just Blood Asura, even that big monk with his unique bloodline, once he starts fighting, is hard to handle."

Xue Mingtai turned, looking at Wen Taikang and then concernedly at the Sword Emperor.

"How are you, are you okay?"

The Sword Emperor said angrily: "That Demoness is indeed formidable."

"The hot wind from her fan seemed to hide countless blades, just brushing against it caused serious internal injuries."

Xue Mingtai nodded.

"Don't worry, I've already informed Yang Fei, he will arrive soon."

Saying this, he looked at the Sword Emperor, sighed slightly, and spoke calmly.

"A true man, frank and forthright, should not be surprised to lose."

"Give it a couple more years, once our Divine Skills reach Great Achievement, we won't fear such individuals."

At this moment, a voice called out loudly.

"Brother Mingtai, well said."

Everyone was startled and turned to look.

From the void, Yang Fei had put away the Wind and Fire Wings at his side, descended like an arrow above the crowd.