Chapter One Hundred Eleven: Killing to Seize the Eye

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“That damned woman actually snatched the inheritance meant for her…”

Qin Feng knew that Huo Siyan was a woman with a calculating mind. All along, she had given him an unfathomable feeling. He could never see through her and had no idea what she was thinking. In other words, she was probably the sort of woman with tremendous ambitions.

She was unwilling to resign herself to an ordinary life. She had even taken advantage of her beauty to secure more opportunities to grow stronger.

This time, Huo Siyan had succeeded.

She had seized an ancient inheritance from Qin Feng. If she managed to claim it successfully, she might very well soar to the heavens in a single bound.

Qin Feng gave a cold laugh.

He did not try to stop her. This time, he could consider the debt he owed Huo Siyan repaid.

From this moment onward, they would owe each other nothing.

Huo Siyan had obtained what she wanted, while Qin Feng could finally sever all ties with this deeply scheming woman. It was the best of both worlds—why would he refuse?

Elsewhere, after Huo Siyan seized the inheritance, the Seven-Eyed Azure Glare immediately let out an unwilling roar. But the ritual of acknowledgment had already begun, and stopping it was impossible. Though a thousand resentments churned in its heart, it could only brace itself and continue.

After a short while, Huo Siyan was enveloped in a mass of violet light and dragged by the Seven-Eyed Azure Glare to a point in the air not far away. She floated there as the violet radiance grew increasingly intense, wrapping her entire body within a gigantic violet cocoon.

Violet arcs of electricity leapt continuously across its surface, while countless blue runes slowly flowed over it, carrying out an exceptionally mysterious and ancient ritual.

Qin Feng shrugged and turned his gaze toward Zhan Bai.

Zhan Bai was wholly focused on Fang Xinyi. In his hands, the Seven-Spirit Immortal Lotus had unfurled seven flower buds overflowing with spiritual energy, an object of extraordinary mystery.

Qin Feng felt greatly relieved.

Fang Xinyi would soon be resurrected, and the inner demon tormenting Zhan Bai would finally be dispelled.

From then on, the two of them could leave this place and live freely wherever they wished. The Azure Profound Realm was vast—where could they not find a place to live? There were thousands upon thousands of second-rate sects like Shu Sword Mountain throughout the Azure Profound Realm. Why insist on hanging themselves from a single tree?

Zhan Bai seemed to have reached the same conclusion. Everything was developing in a favorable direction.

But just as Zhan Bai, trembling, was placing the Seven-Spirit Immortal Lotus into Fang Xinyi’s body, something suddenly happened.

Not far behind him, a strange silver-gray talisman affixed to the chest of the long-dead Li Qi flickered once.

A moment later, Li Qi’s eyes abruptly opened, and his body shot upright.

He thrust out his right hand. A sword of finger-force pierced straight through Zhan Bai’s chest from behind. Without losing the slightest bit of power, it shattered the Seven-Spirit Immortal Lotus into countless fragments. In the end, the pieces transformed into streaks of spiritual light and scattered into the heavens and earth.

At the same time, Li Qi flicked his finger upward. Zhan Bai’s right eye was instantly torn free and flew through the air, only to be caught in Li Qi’s hand.

Under ordinary circumstances, Li Qi’s corpse would never have been able to launch a successful ambush. But Zhan Bai was now immersed in the joy of impending happiness and had let down his guard. Thus, the sneak attack had succeeded.

He had killed a man and stolen his eye!

“No!”

The sudden turn of events caused Qin Feng’s expression to change dramatically.

At that moment, he suddenly felt his heart convulse violently. The pain was unbearable—almost excruciating.

He rushed forward and caught Zhan Bai, whose body had lost all support.

Blood poured from Zhan Bai’s mouth. His remaining left eye was filled with tears as he pointed toward the shattered Seven-Spirit Immortal Lotus, yet he could only stammer incoherently and could not utter a complete sentence.

“Yes—the Corpse Flesh Pills!”

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On the way up the mountain, Qin Feng had killed several disciples of the Earth Corpse Sect and refined several Corpse Flesh Pills. He immediately took them out and stuffed them all into Zhan Bai’s mouth, but Zhan Bai could not swallow them no matter how hard he tried.

“Zhan Bai, swallow them! Hurry and swallow them!”

Qin Feng’s face was grim, and his voice trembled. Zhan Bai was his first true friend, as well as a kind elder brother. Qin Feng did not want to lose him just like this.

But blood continued to gush from Zhan Bai’s mouth, and every Corpse Flesh Pill was spat back out.

His chest and back were already drenched in blood.

“Qin Feng, stop wasting your effort. His heart has been shattered by the sword energy. He cannot be saved.”

The Heavenly Demon within Qin Feng let out a faint sigh.

“Heavenly Demon, think of something—quickly!”

The Heavenly Demon fell silent, choosing not to respond.

Tears burst from Qin Feng’s eyes.

It was the first time in his life that he had shed tears.

Zhan Bai’s hand continued groping through the air, as if he were trying to grasp the spiritual energy drifting away. But the mischievous wisps of energy quietly slipped through his bloodstained fingers and vanished…

Zhan Bai kept murmuring something indistinct.

Qin Feng hurriedly leaned his ear closer and shouted, “Zhan Bai, if you have something to say, tell me! Tell me!”

At that moment, the pupils in Zhan Bai’s eyes, already beginning to lose focus, suddenly stilled for an instant. As if exhausting the last of his strength, he whispered three words into Qin Feng’s ear:

“Save… Xinyi…”

Then Zhan Bai’s suspended hand suddenly fell. The pupil of his left eye completely dispersed, transforming into a mysterious iris filled with countless fragmented stars.

He died with his eyes open.

Qin Feng blinked hard, forcing the tears from his eyes, then swiftly placed Zhan Bai’s corpse inside the Heavenly Demon Blood Banner Coffin.

“Heavenly Demon, Zhan Bai’s soul has not completely dispersed. Do everything you can to gather some fragments of his remnant soul. I’m counting on you!”

“Understood. Leave it to me.”

The normally emotionless Heavenly Demon spoke in a low voice this time and readily agreed.

After finishing this, Qin Feng rose to his feet and turned to look at the “dead” Li Qi.

More precisely, it was no longer Li Qi.

A mysterious silver-gray ancient talisman was now affixed to his chest. Qin Feng recognized it. It was the Silver Puppet Corpse Talisman.

Li Qi had gouged out his own right eye and replaced it with Zhan Bai’s. His appearance had also begun to change completely.

The person now standing before Qin Feng was none other than the sect master of Shu Sword Mountain—

Li Xingjian!

Qin Feng took one look at Zhan Bai’s eye and immediately grew solemn.

Within its pupil were countless specks of starlight.

The Shattered Star Eye!

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At this moment, Qin Feng understood everything.

Zhan Bai had been an orphan, taken in and raised by Li Xingjian from childhood. But the true purpose behind it had probably been this very eye.

Qin Feng felt overwhelming sorrow for Zhan Bai.

Even at the final moment, Zhan Bai had still cared about the bond between master and disciple. He had refused to harm Li Xingjian’s son, Li Haoran. Yet Li Xingjian had treated Zhan Bai with such ruthless cruelty.

The dignified sect master of Shu Sword Mountain had actually resorted to the despicable tactic of ambushing his own disciple!

Shameless. Hateful!

If Zhan Bai knew that the one who had killed him was his own master, Qin Feng truly could not imagine what he would think. Would he regret sparing Li Haoran time and again?

Blood-red veins had burst across Qin Feng’s eyes, staining them crimson.

“Zhan Bai, you fool!”

“I told you that you would regret it!”

“That master you kept trying to protect was nothing but a despicable wretch—a complete bastard!”

Qin Feng raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed coldly upon the figure before him.

He knew that the person standing before him was merely a puppet body, a substitute controlled remotely by Li Xingjian through the Silver Puppet Corpse Talisman.

“Hmph. You ungrateful traitor, colluding with a member of the demonic path to harm my son Haoran. If I had not wanted that eye of yours, I would have eradicated you long ago!”

Li Xingjian’s face held not the slightest trace of a sect master’s dignity. He was nothing more than a twisted, enraged villain with his vicious nature fully exposed. He showed no mercy or disdain over having killed Zhan Bai.

At the same time, his cruel gaze fell upon Qin Feng, examining him from head to toe as if considering how to kill him in a way that would cause him even greater suffering.

“I have seen you before. Your name is Qin Feng, isn’t it? Were you the one who killed my son?”

Li Xingjian’s voice was filled with murderous hatred. At the same time, an overwhelming aura surged toward Qin Feng, pressing down upon him so heavily that it became difficult to breathe.

Qin Feng did not answer.

He merely stared back with blood-red eyes, his face twisted with savagery.

Savage—yes, utterly savage.

Never before had Qin Feng felt every cell in his body thirsting for blood.

It was an instinctive summons rising from within him.

A craving of absolute intensity.

His battle intent continued to climb.

He straightened his back and stood ramrod straight. Then he looked up at the fiery-red clouds overhead, stuck out the tongue he had bitten until it bled, savored the taste of blood, and licked his lips as he murmured to himself:

“Zhan Bai, rest assured. I will fulfill what you entrusted to me. As long as I, Qin Feng, live for even one more day, Shu Sword Mountain shall never know peace.”

“For now, let me collect a little interest on your behalf.”

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