Beiming Potian's arrival brought with it a tense atmosphere.
It was a red deer as red as blood.
A pair of antlers grew out of its head. It was more than two meters tall and looked as tough as blood crystals. It stared at the crowd with a contemptuous expression.
This was a strange beast that had cultivated for eight hundred years. It was comparable to a third-level to fourth-level Heaven's Mandate.
Potian's aura was even more terrifying than the deer's, especially the mountain sword on his back. It gave off an oppressive feeling.
"I heard that Beiming Potian was in seclusion to cultivate the sixth level of the Northern Divine Art. Now that he's out, it seems like even if he didn't succeed in cultivating the sixth level of the art, he must have made great progress."
The prodigies who initially wanted to attack Feiyun quickly retreated. Don't joke around, there were three historical geniuses here. None of them were easy to mess with. A fight between these geniuses wasn't something they could interfere with.
Plus, Potian was one of them.
"Boom!"
The water of the Jin River suddenly became turbulent. Two figures flew over from the other side of the river. It was a man and a woman. The woman had four pairs of white wings on her back. She was dressed in white with a veil over her face. Her long hair was like a waterfall, giving people a feeling of a vast immortal heart.
The man had a murderous aura. A city condensed above his head, carrying the image of the Nine Dragons Supreme Physique. Others couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Dongfang Jingyue and Dongfang Jingshui, the two best prodigies from the Yin Gou are here."
The crowd was shaken once more. There were too many prodigies here today. Including Jingshui, there were four historical geniuses. Normally, it would be hard to see even one.
Donglai couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. He stared at Jingyue. She, she's here too?
Ling Donglai could never forget the first time he saw Dongfang Jingyue. At that time, the morning mist was everywhere and Ling Donglai's army was marching back. He passed by the Dragon Lake and heard a beautiful pipa playing by the lake. He couldn't help but search for the source of the sound. From afar, he saw a beautiful woman sitting by the Dragon Lake, facing the surging waves of the lake and playing the pipa.
She was like a fairy descending to the mortal world.
Ling Donglai originally thought that he would never fall in love with any woman, but the moment he saw Dongfang Jingyue, he was certain that he had found the right person for this life.
The pipa stopped playing, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
Later on, Donglai asked around and found out that she was the fourth daughter of the Yin Gou Clan, Dongfang Jingyue.
From then on, he often went to Dragon Lake to see Dongfang Jingyue again. He did see her a few times, but he always watched from afar, not daring to disturb her peace.
She was a spotless white lotus.
"Beiming Potian, you cultivate the Sword Dao. Do you think your attacks will be stronger if your sword is heavier?"
Jingshui landed by the river and stared at Potian. His aura wasn't any weaker than Potian's.
He was the only one here who could fight against Potian.
"Whether my sword is heavy or not is up to me.
I only need one slash to break all laws in this world. "Potian said.
The Northern Profound Art of the Beiming was the strongest defensive merit law in the world, especially the Northern Profound Chilling Armor. No one at the same level could compare to it. But because of this, cultivators from the Beiming Clan were relatively weak in offense.
Strong defense, weak offense.
This wasn't noticeable at a low cultivation level, but at a certain level, one would realize the importance of offense.
Because of this, Potian cultivated the Heavy Sword Dao in order to make up for this flaw.
Dongfang Jingshui laughed brightly: "Then I actually want to fight with you today. I want to see how powerful your Heavy Sword Path has become."
"But I don't want to fight you today, I'm here to kill."
The sword on Potian's back hummed as a murderous aura shot out from his body towards Feng Feiyun and Xiaoxiang.
Jingshui moved in front of Potian's murderous intent and said: "My battle intent is very strong today, you must fight me."
Everyone could see that Beiming Potian was here to kill the demon's son, but Dongfang Jingshui came to cause trouble. Was he trying to oppose Beiming Potian?
"Is this Dongfang Jingshui stupid? Can't he see that Potian is here to kill Feng Feiyun? What is he doing here?"
The prodigies in the Grand Chancellor's faction were quite annoyed. They were waiting for Potian to kill Feng Feiyun, but this Dongfang Jingshui came out of nowhere.
"Is this Dongfang Jingshui's brain really flooded with water or is he purposely helping the son of the demon?" A young king murmured to himself.
Potian's eyes were frightening as he said: "Dongfang Jingshui, our battle prowess is about the same. Without three days and three nights, we won't be able to decide a winner. If you really want to fight, I'll personally go to the dragon lake to fight you."
"There's no time like the present, let's do it today, come!"
Jingshui's aura condensed the surrounding space and enveloped Beiming Potian.
Potian had no choice but to face him head-on at this time.
The space between them was like a barrel of gunpowder. Whoever moved first would definitely cause a huge battle. If the two of them were to fight, everything within a hundred miles would definitely be swept into their battlefield.
"There's still time for me to be stupid!"
Feng Feiyun thought. Suddenly, he sensed Jingshui's bright eyes staring at him and Xiaoxiang.
Sigh!
They were both surnamed Dongfang, so why was there such a big difference between them?
That damned woman must still be holding a grudge against me. Why can't she learn from her brother? Look at how 'stupid' he is.
As the sun set in the west, the sky grew darker and darker. In the end, a bright moon hung in the sky.
The atmosphere at the riverside was quite strange. No one made a move and seemed to be restraining each other.
A cold wind blew through the reeds as night fell.
The wind whimpered and was bone-chillingly cold.
Just when everyone was unaware, the Ghost Village suddenly appeared in front of them, and they were actually inside the Ghost Village.
At this moment, the scene suddenly changed. They were actually standing in a brightly lit village. All the prodigies felt their scalps tingling. They had long heard of the rumors regarding the Ghost Village, and they came here with the mentality of "hunting for novelty". They had never thought of entering the Ghost Village.
Since ancient times, only one Enlightened Being was able to walk out of the Ghost Village after entering it. However, after this Enlightened Being left the Ghost Village, he never appeared in the world again. No one knew if he was also contaminated by something unclean and had already died.
"I was killed by the demon's son this time. I was just here to watch the show, but I didn't think we'd be standing in the ghost village. It's nighttime now, we'll be trapped here until we die."
Most of the young cultivators here had only arrived today, so they didn't know that they were standing where the ghost village appeared last night. Even the likes of Donglai and Beiming Potian were slightly startled at this.
The ghost village would appear after nightfall.
Right now, they were in the ghost village.
Feng Feiyun naturally knew that this was the ghost village. However, no one would believe him even if he said it earlier. They would think that he was trying to escape.
The situation earlier also meant that Feng Feiyun couldn't escape. The moment he moved, he would be attacked by everyone.
"Oh god!
What do we do now? "Someone cried out.
There were more than twenty houses in the ghost village. All of them were brightly lit, but there was no one inside. Not even a chicken or a duck could be seen. Not even the sound of crickets could be heard.
Silence, silence, and silence.
This kind of silence, however, made people panic.
In the village, the shadows of the trees swayed and rustled in the wind.
"Oh?
Where did Gu Chuanfeng go? "Someone cried out in surprise.
Gu Chuanfeng and Wang Sanwang were suppressed by Feng Feiyun. They were kneeling by the river after the ghost village appeared. Earlier, they were seen kneeling there, but now, Gu Chuanfeng was nowhere to be seen. Only Wang Sanwang was kneeling there.
This scene was too strange.
His disappearance was too sudden. Even Wang Sanwang, who was kneeling beside him, didn't notice how Gu Chuanfeng disappeared.
"Did Gu Chuanfeng escape from the ghost village?" Donglai asked with a serious expression.
"Do you think the ghost village is a place where you can come and go as you please?"
Feng Feiyun glared at him from afar and took out his stone saber. His Heavenly Phoenix Gaze shot out two fiery tongues as if searching for something.
Eventually, Feng Feiyun's gaze fell on an old mulberry tree in the village. He walked over with his saber and started digging.
Everyone didn't understand what he was doing, so they all looked at him.
Beiming Potian and Dongfang Jingshui also withdrew their battle auras and looked over suspiciously.
"Found it!"
Feng Feiyun dug a big hole under the tree before putting away his stone saber.
Dongfang Jingyue was very curious. She walked over gracefully and said, "Idiot Feng, what treasure did you dig up?"
"Gu Chuanfeng!"
Feiyun picked up a corpse from the ground. It was stained with blood. His robe had rotted away like a tattered cloth. His flesh had rotted black with bones visible in some places.