Chapter 287
, 287 Alarm Sounds, 3
Chapter 287 287 Alarm Sound Three
The sea breeze howled, and the storm, like a giant roller, slowly turned in the distance, flashing with arcs of electricity.
Zhang Yao floated in mid-air, trying to steady the cracks in his mind.
The word "father" had not appeared in his mind for far too long.
He was able to escape from the royal city and break free from his status as an illegitimate child largely thanks to his elder brother's help.
From childhood, his fear of his father had become a deep-seated shadow in his bones.
Even if he becomes a fog person.
But it was precisely because he became a Fogman that he understood even more clearly just how terrifying his father's power was.
In theory, the power of the Fog People is actually an enhanced version of that of the Blood Ancestor; they can also devour external objects to strengthen themselves.
It's simply because most external things aren't worth devouring. Martial arts aren't very useful to them, which is why few people devour them.
Even some radical Mist People would only nurture Blood Ancestors to devour other powerful beings in large quantities, and then wait for the fruit to ripen so they could easily pick it up in one bite.
The reason for doing this is simply because the benefits that the Fog People themselves gain from consuming it are too small and too low.
But this does not include the father.
He was initially assigned to suppress the largest underground rift in the history of the Federation. From his initial miserable near-death experience to his later frenzied devouring, he grew stronger and stronger.
Now, nearly ten thousand years have passed, and no one knows the extent of his power.
“You shouldn’t call me that.” The man on the warship raised his head, revealing a weathered face covered with gray scars.
This man looked like any ordinary middle-aged martial artist you could see on the street. He had an unremarkable demeanor, long gray hair tied up with a silver ribbon, and wore a plain gray robe that was slightly faded. He was not carrying any weapons.
But Zhang Yao knew that this was because his father's fists were the Federation's most terrifying weapon.
After all, my father was one of the three powerful figures who forced the Mist Emperor to relinquish power.
“That’s right. I was expelled from the family long ago, but I still call you that.” Zhang Yao was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
"Just call me Master," the white-haired man said calmly. "Now that I'm in charge of the Mingxin Society, I basically don't participate in its activities openly. The former throne means nothing to me."
"Then, may I ask what brings you to my Black Cloud City, Master?" Zhang Yao had recovered from the shock he had just experienced, and a strong sense of vigilance rose in his heart.
“Black Cloud is a decent city. Its military strength is average, but it has enough transient population,” the leader said directly. “I need your cooperation to secretly set up a formation in Black Cloud City and hide this formation underground within the city.”
He stretched out his palm, and a white fluorescent light appeared in his palm, transforming into a three-dimensional array constructed from countless superimposed hexagons.
The formation resembled a hedgehog ball covered in countless sharp spikes, slowly rotating in his palm.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do it!” Zhang Yao refused without hesitation. “Just as you said, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. I am now Zhang Yao of Baoxin Tower, the second lord of Black Cloud City! Black Cloud contains the hard work of my elder brother and third sister. No matter what, I will never do anything to betray this place!”
"You have backbone." The leader clapped lightly, "But such backbone will only bring you pain."
"Compared to all that!" Zhang Yao gritted his teeth, "to have to obey you again is the greatest pain for me!!"
hiss.
With a single grab, a tiny, colorful tower, the size of a palm, appeared out of thin air in his right hand.
The small tower was carved with countless golden patterns and symbols, and countless colorful flames poured out from the tower's doors and windows.
"I am no longer the person I used to be!!"
He held the small tower high above his head with both hands.
"Shine forth! The light of my heart!!"
In an instant, the small tower exploded, turning into countless colorful points of light.
The next instant, a giant, pagoda-like phantom, thousands of meters tall, appeared in the air behind Zhang Yao.
Under the eaves of each floor of the pagoda, countless sheets of golden talisman paper were hung.
"Taste the power I've cultivated for a thousand years!" Zhang Yao opened his colorful vertical pupils between his brows and stared at the leader of the association.
"Heaven's will is my will; let the divine be evil!!"
laugh! !
At the top of the giant pagoda, a blinding green light instantly shone like the sun, releasing a terrifying and oppressive aura.
boom!
In an instant, a burst of green light shot out, striking the leader who was standing still at pure light speed.
A beam of emerald green light, over tens of meters in diameter, resembling a laser, would instantly engulf the main body.
“Even if you are extremely powerful, you cannot completely escape the influence of my evil power of ‘using the mind to subdue evil’!” Zhang Yao stared intently into the distance with a ferocious expression, focusing on the location of his father.
His evil weapon and evil power are for removing poison, but this poison, or rather evil poison, is not poison in the conventional sense, but is entirely determined by him. In other words, even if what others see as a power or medicine that is beneficial to the body, Zhang Yao can define it as evil poison and remove it with his evil power as long as he does not approve of it.
This power of removal is highly targeted. Although it is not enough to completely eliminate the evil mist of the Fog People, it can cause them great trouble. Once the power within their bodies is targeted and removed, their system will quickly become unbalanced, resulting in a sharp drop in combat power.
After all, even the Fog People, like other life forms, exist by forming a special power cycle to maintain balance within their bodies.
"Even if you have imperial blood and your strength far surpasses mine, my evil energy cannot be removed!!" Zhang Yao stared intently at the location of the guild leader in the distance.
He had once tested his own evil power on his elder brother, and his elder brother was also unable to avoid the troublesome situation of having a part of his own power removed.
After all, the most cunning aspect of Zhang Yao's evil energy is that he can freely adjust the type of power he targets.
This means that he can use his full strength to target the weakest link in the opponent's power system.
He may not be able to beat his father, but with all his strength, he can definitely block one of his father's eyes or an inconspicuous but indispensable vital organ in his body under the guise of detoxification!
That's his strategy.
Using all his evil energy, he completely sealed off one aspect of the opponent's combat power, using this as a bargaining chip in negotiations!
If the other party agrees, that's fine; if they don't, then they will inevitably face the frustrating situation of having their strength blocked for at least a thousand years.
So far, Zhang Yao has never encountered anyone who can dispel the evil energy he released. This detoxifying power essentially transforms into a benevolent force of the same kind, helping the target to expel the evil poison. The only way to undo it is to wait for time to pass, for it to gradually fade and disappear.
"It's quite interesting. I was somewhat surprised when I first heard that you had changed your evil weapon. I didn't expect you to go to such lengths to sever ties with me." The leader's voice came from the green pillar of light.
Replacing the evil weapon with a weapon is gambling with your life.
This is a well-known fact.
"Now you see," Zhang Yao said coldly, "My evil power cannot be dispelled, even by you!"
"really."
The green light dissipated, revealing the ordinary figure of the leader still standing in the same spot.
“A very targeted fel energy. It seems you’ve been planning how to deal with me for a long time.”
“Give me back my third sister, and I can guarantee to remove the evil energy from you,” Zhang Yao said quickly.
"I didn't make a move, nor did I capture her," the leader said calmly. "When my subordinates, Xin Shuai, joined forces to capture her, she inadvertently escaped into the storm."
"That's your problem! I just want him back!!" Zhang Yao said sternly.
“You’re still so impatient,” the chairman sighed, “even though you look much calmer on the outside.”
"Me!!??" Zhang Yao was about to speak when he suddenly felt the world around him flash by.
Then, everything turned red.
sky.
Fog.
seawater.
Even the storms in the distance.
Everything turned into a sea of blood.
laugh! !
The next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. His hand instinctively reached to clutch his heart, only to find an empty, bloody hole.
"When the world loses its color, I alone take a splash of red."
The figure of the leader appeared behind him as if in a dream, and sighed softly.
"Your life ends here."
He turned around and watched Zhang Yao stagger forward and fall into the sea.
The enormous phantom of the Heart-Protecting Pagoda also dissipated and disappeared at this moment.
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Qingfeng Taoist Temple.
Beneath the pear tree, Lin Hui and Song Feishi stood facing each other. Gentle breezes swirled past them, stirring up the fine fallen leaves on the ground.
"You discovered me five years ago!? Did Xie Chang'an tell you!?" Song Feishi stared intently at Lin Hui, having recovered from the initial shock.
After all, they were veteran fog people who had lived for tens of thousands of years. They had seen all kinds of situations. It was just that they made a mistake in their initial estimation and their thoughts were guessed, which caused them to be taken aback for a moment. But now that they had improved their estimation, there was naturally no more shock.
“I don’t want to answer the same questions repeatedly,” Lin Hui said. “Having been here for so long and observing, what do you want to say? Or what decision do you plan to make?”
"A decision?" Song Feishi didn't speak. She did have a plan, but it was to pack Lin Hui up and take him with her when she left.
But now.
She felt a little confused.
Lin Hui's unusual behavior was beyond her expectations.
The thought flashed through her mind, and she slowly began to speak.
"It's a waste of your talents for you to stay in Black Cloud City. Would you be willing to come with me back to the royal city? There, you will have a bigger stage and be able to get more of what you want."
"The royal city?" Lin Hui shook his head slightly. "Perhaps I will go there in the future, but that is not what I am pursuing now."
He only wanted a peaceful life; everything else was meaningless to him.
"What are you pursuing?" Song Feishi pressed.
"Everything I have now is what I'm pursuing," Lin Hui replied.
"You can take all of this with you when you go to the capital!"
"It's too much trouble. Migration requires too much sacrifice."
“But this place will soon be unstable.” As soon as Song Feishi said this, both of them fell silent.
Lin Hui narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the expression on her face as she uttered those words.
As the fourth princess of the Federation, Song Feishi's strength far surpasses that of ordinary Mist People; she possesses absolute imperial blood. How could such a powerful Mist Person utter words like "Black Clouds are no longer stable"?
"You think I'm joking?" Song Feishi no longer concealed himself. "The Black Cloud will continue to operate as before, and the three city lords will remain the same, but there will be huge changes inside."
"why?"
"Why? Because this is the inevitable trend!" Song Feishi said in a deep voice. "Even if Xie Chang'an's strength is extremely extraordinary, he cannot stop the changing tides. Otherwise, do you think I've really been hiding here for the past five years just for you?"
The information conveyed in that sentence immediately made Lin Hui realize that Song Feishi definitely had another identity, and her coming to Black Cloud was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"Now that I've said all this, you should understand that my arrival will not only not harm you, but will also give you and Qingfengdao a better future. Doesn't that perfectly align with your desire for a peaceful life?" Song Feishi continued, "Only by standing on the side of strength can you continue to maintain this so-called peaceful life; otherwise, you'll only be able to run around like a stray dog!"
"Who's behind you?" Lin Hui's smile gradually faded.
“A power beyond your imagination,” Song Feishi replied.
(End of this chapter)