After nightfall, Feng Feiyun still hadn't found a suitable cultivation seedling.
Finding a successor for the Undying Devil Art was much more difficult than finding an ordinary disciple.
Feng Feiyun arrived after smelling the stench of death and blood. He saw that the plains were covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The air was still lingering with lingering resentful spirits. There was also a rustling wind that was blowing violently, emitting the roars of giant beasts.
"There was a large-scale battle here not long ago. As long as there are people, there will definitely be killings."
Feng Feiyun sat on a hill not far away and started a bonfire. The light from the bonfire shone on Feng Feiyun's face, but it was impossible to see any emotion on his face.
"Swish!"
Feng Feiyun suddenly made his move. A light sword flew out from his fingers.
"Bang!"
A red sparrow that flew across the sky fell down and landed beside Feng Feiyun.
After cutting this red sparrow and cleaning it, Feng Feiyun started to roast it above the bonfire. Not long after, the fragrance of the roasted meat spread far and wide, diluting the stench of blood on the battlefield.
"Shh-shh!"
Amidst the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, a soft sound could be heard.
A small figure lifted the arm of a corpse and slowly crawled out. It was a little girl covered in mud and blood. Because she was hidden under a woman's body, she was still alive.
She had been hiding in the pile of corpses for five days, afraid that the pursuers would return.
It was only when the smell of roasted meat drew her out.
She was so hungry that she hadn't eaten a single grain of rice for five days.
For a seven-year-old girl, in order to survive, how difficult would it be to hide among the corpses without eating or drinking for five days?
Other girls would cry and throw a tantrum if they didn't eat, but she didn't.
Other girls would be crying when they saw corpses, but she didn't.
"I … I don't want to die!"
The little girl crawled behind Feng Feiyun with great difficulty. Her voice was incomparably weak, and she was on the verge of death.
Feng Feiyun didn't even turn around and continued to roast the red sparrow. "If you don't want to die, you have to eat!"
"Give … me … something to eat. I don't want to die."
The little girl said with great difficulty. It seemed like she didn't even have the strength to speak. If she said another word, she would die.
But Feng Feiyun didn't stop. "Why don't you want to die?"
"I … I … want revenge. My … sister said that there is hope as long as I am alive."
The little girl's voice was extremely dry, and even her lips were about to split open. Her throat was about to break, and it felt like there was a ball of fire burning in her throat.
Feiyun calmly said: "Sometimes, living is worse than death."
"My sister … said that there is hope … as long as I am alive," the little girl repeated.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath and said, "There is a small river 50 meters away from here. Go to the river and wash the filth off your body. I will give you something to eat."
This little girl had stayed in the pile of corpses for too long. Her body was covered in mud and rotting flesh. Even her clothes had been soaked in the water until they were rotten. Her skin was a bit pale, and there were some places that had begun to fester. Waves of nauseating stench were released.
At this time, she only had half a breath left. Not to mention climbing 50 meters, even if she crawled another five meters, she might die.
But not only did she crawl 50 meters away, she cleaned the filth off her body and crawled back. When she crawled to Feng Feiyun's feet, her hands were already dripping with blood. Her skin, which had been soaked to the point of rotting, was now completely torn.
She fell at Feng Feiyun's feet. Her small hands tightly grasped the bottom of Feng Feiyun's pants. She was dying. Her eyes stared at Feng Feiyun, filled with a desire to live.
Feng Feiyun held the roasted cardinal meat to his nose and smelled it. Then, he threw it out. "Plop." It fell into the cold river 50 meters away and was washed away by the river.
Feng Feiyun stared at her and said, "Do you think there is still hope?"
The little girl stared straight at Feng Feiyun. Her entire body trembled, and the blood on her hands flowed even faster. "My … my … sister said that as long as … as long as I am alive … there is still hope."
Feng Feiyun nodded. If it was anyone else, even Feng Feiyun himself, they would have already given up hope. However, she still had faith in her heart, so she didn't despair.
To cultivate the Undying Demon Art, one had to find someone who was filled with a desire to live. Even in the most desperate of situations, one couldn't despair. One had to have a firm belief that they had to survive.
Feng Feiyun's gaze softened. "With your body's current condition, eating meat will only make you die faster."
Feng Feiyun reached out and condensed the power of the five elements in his palm. Then, he slowly pressed it against the little girl's back.
The power of the five elements originated from the Minor Change Art. It was also the foundation of the human body, so it was very gentle.
Under the nourishment of the power of the five elements, the little girl's skin rapidly recovered. Even her bloody hands and cracked lips quickly healed.
Very quickly, her external injuries were almost completely healed. However, she was still extremely weak.
"Eat this!" Feng Feiyun held her in his embrace and cut off a piece of the Ninesuan Golden Ginseng before feeding it to her.
The medicinal power of the Ninesuan Golden Ginseng was even gentler. Moreover, it contained a powerful spiritual force that warmed one's flesh and bones.
After the little girl consumed the Ninesuan Golden Ginseng, her entire body emitted a golden radiance. A faint medicinal fragrance spread throughout her body.
When the little girl completely absorbed the energy of the Ninesuan Golden Ginseng, her entire body became unprecedentedly agile. Her skin became extremely delicate, just like a newborn baby with a faint golden radiance flowing through it.
On his slightly thin face, there was a pair of big black eyes, like two stars in the night sky.
"My father is dead, and my mother is also dead. They both died on the way to Loulon City.
We were originally going to rely on my sister. My sister is very powerful. Just like you, she was also chosen by the gods. She's very powerful, very powerful. As long as we find her, we won't have to be afraid of bad people. "The little girl sat on a small rock and blinked her eyes.
Feng Feiyun had already helped her bury her parents. He asked, "What's your name?"
"Shi Lan.
My sister calls me Little Lan 'er. "The little girl's voice carried a hint of immaturity.
"Your sister is in Loulon City?" Feng Feiyun asked.
Shi Lan had always talked about her sister. Clearly, her sister was already a kind of faith and spiritual pillar.
"Yes!" Shi Lan gently nodded.
"Then I'll take you to her!"
Feng Feiyun picked up Shi Lan and rose into the air. His body seemed to turn into a beam of light as he flew hundreds of meters into the sky.
Shi Lan was only seven years old, so she was just a tiny dot. However, there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, her small hands tightly gripped Feng Feiyun's clothes. She wasn't afraid. She just wanted to hold her life in her hands. Even if Feng Feiyun suddenly let go, she wouldn't fall.
Feng Feiyun arrived at Loulon City. This was an ancient city with many cultivators. Of course, they were all just experimental subjects raised by the royal family.
When he found Shi Lan's sister, she was already dead.
She had been dead for five days, and her body was full of flies and mosquitoes.
Feng Feiyun stood under the body, and Shi Lan stood next to Feng Feiyun. Her small hands tightly gripped Feng Feiyun's hands.
Feng Feiyun had mixed feelings. He glanced at Shi Lan, only to see the little girl raise her head and stare at the naked body. She gently bit her lower lip, and her round eyes didn't even blink. Her pupils were clear and sparkling.
Feng Feiyun sighed. "Do you still think there's hope?"
"I … I …" Shi Lan bit her lips even harder and tried to open her eyes wide. Tears streamed down her face, but she still said, "My … sister said that as long as I'm alive … there's hope.
There's hope … "
Feng Feiyun cautiously asked, "Do you want revenge?"
"Yes." Shi Lan stared at Feng Feiyun and said, "You will help me, right?"
"I won't help you. Only you can help yourself.
However, I can teach you the skill of revenge. But if you want to learn this skill, it's extremely dangerous. You might not survive, "Feng Feiyun cautiously said.
"I'll learn!" Shi Lan said.
"Then come with me!"
Feng Feiyun left Longlong Ancient City with Shi Lan.
In order to cultivate the Undying Demon Art, one had to first cultivate the Immortal Phoenix Physique, which was to refine one's blood and improve one's physique.
The first stage: The blood was pure and red like fire.
The second stage: The blood was boiling and black like ink.
The third stage: The blood was agile and radiated golden light.
The fourth stage: The blood returned to its original state and returned to its original color.
To complete the first resurrection of the Immortal Demon Art, one must first cultivate the first stage of the Immortal Phoenix Physique: The blood was pure and red like fire.
It took Feng Feiyun three days to cultivate the first stage of the Immortal Phoenix Physique.
That was because Feng Feiyun's physique was too weak and he didn't have any spiritual items to help him.
With Feng Feiyun's full help and the medicinal power of the Nine Profound Golden Ginseng, Little Shi Lan only spent less than a day to complete the first stage of the Immortal Phoenix Physique. The blood in her body became extremely pure and red.
In just one day, she had undergone earth-shattering changes. She had already reached the early stage of the Spirit Realm. The spiritual energy in her body was oppressive and she was like a little fairy.
However, this was only the beginning. Next, she would have to cultivate the Undying Demon Art. After her first death, if she could come back to life, she would have the same amount of cultivation as an average person for seven years.