Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 633 - 628 Hovering Part 2

Chapter 633: Chapter 628 Hovering Part 2

Such scum, the fact that Feng Huai didn’t personally kill them can be considered merciful.

"Let’s go. Brother Lin, are you heading back to your territory first?"

"Yes, I originally came just to rescue my sister."

Lin Xin took his unconscious sister Lin Yaoyang from the female cultivator. He cradled Yaoyang’s knees with one arm and supported her back with the other, allowing her head to rest against his chest. His movements were very gentle.

Observing Lin Xin’s actions and expressions, and recalling the woman’s demeanor from earlier, Feng Huai seemed to have come to a realization.

"We should get out first, leave this damned place! I have a warship docked in the nearby void. Let’s go straight there; I will give Brother Lin a lift."

"Warship?"

Lin Xin was slightly startled.

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Several days later.

On the edge of the Snowman City in the pitch-black void, in front of a white icy cliff.

A pale green umbrella-like flying artifact was slowly floating and docking beside the cliff.

Feng Huai and his group, wearing their tattered green robes, walked towards the large umbrella alongside the cliff.

One of the umbrella’s joints automatically opened into a fish-shaped orifice, revealing the opulent variety of furnishings inside.

Feng Huai let his team members enter one by one, then sent the retrieved remains to the isolation chamber, and the injured to the medical room. Specially assigned logistics disciples and others were waiting inside the ship for orders.

After handling all of this, he then proceeded with Lin Xin to the core control room at the heart of the artifact.

The control room was a place filled with dense clusters of green crystals.

There was almost no space to sit.

Walls and floors everywhere were covered in numerous sharp, rhombus-shaped crystals.

As soon as Lin Xin and Feng Huai stepped inside, the door behind them automatically sealed, leaving no trace of a seam or joint to be seen.

With a wave of Feng Huai’s hand, a large number of green crystals flew behind them, forming into chairs.

As for the methods of the Immortal Taoist Artifact, Lin Xin had seen enough to no longer be surprised and sat down smoothly.

"Would you like some tea?" Feng Huai asked casually.

"Whatever."

Two crystal pillars slowly rose beside them, with the tops of the pillars leisurely opening up to reveal steaming cups of pale green tea. A few tea leaves were still rolling and bobbing on the surface of the water, clearly just brewed.

Lin Xin picked it up and took a sip. The liquid was still scalding, as if it had just been boiled.

The aroma of the tea was not ostentatious, but very pure, not bitter, not astringent, with only a faint fragrance lingering between the lips and teeth.

Feng Huai expertly picked up his cup, drank it in one breath, and then put it back.

Immediately, the cup refilled, and he picked it up again and drank in one gulp.

After repeating this four times, he finally stopped, satisfied.

"Brother Lin, do you have any questions?"

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes.

"What can I know?"

"Here, we can talk about anything," Feng Huai said indifferently, his tone full of absolute confidence.

Lin Xin contemplated for a moment.

"I want to know if my sister can get out of this situation."

"Unfortunately," Feng Huai shook his head, "the reincarnation of the Demon God King means that a certain number of people are destined to be by Song Danhao’s side, one of which might be your sister. If it’s confirmed, then it’s already been fated."

"It wasn’t arranged by someone on purpose?"

"Impossible!"

Feng Huai declared decisively.

"The reincarnation of the Demon God King involves levels too high, even for me..." He quickly paused, realizing he was about to reveal too much, and hastily stopped.

"In any case, even the top powers among Earth Immortals can only follow the path that the Demon God King has laid out beforehand.

If I told you that the current script was arranged tens of thousands of years ago, what would you think?"

He sighed.

"The waters run too deep here. The Demon God King always has a guard squad by his side. It includes a full four hundred Demon Generals.

They also follow the Demon God King in cycle after cycle of reincarnation, but they can’t retain their memories from their past lives. They can only awaken their powers in conjunction with the Demon God King."

Saying this, Feng Huai glanced at Lin Xin.

"Your sister is very likely one of the Demon Generals selected for this cycle."

"Demon General..." Lin Xin’s heart sank.

He recalled his own reincarnation; it seemed that his instinctual drive was not randomly assigned to rebirth as Qiushi, but rather, there was a mysterious force pulling him there, driven by his own innate tendency to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Nevertheless, since it wasn’t schemed by Xia, it might indeed just be a coincidence.

Four hundred Demon Generals, perhaps it really was just an accident.

"Heh, just watch. The matter of the Demon God King is just the catalyst. What they’re prying into is not merely our Green Lake Mountain in the Mortal Realm. There are many more participants involved."

As he spoke, Feng Huai also shook his head.

"We’re just small fry in this affair, why worry about so much? Rest assured, if your sister truly is a Demon General, then she’s certainly safer than any of us. At least, until the situation is settled, even if she wanted to commit suicide, she likely couldn’t succeed.

You only need to worry about whether she’ll still remember you as her brother once the power of the Demon General consumes her."

Lin Xin fell silent.

He had a faint feeling that the scope of this situation was of such magnitude that it was beyond his imagination.

"However..." Feng Huai suddenly thought of something.

"But what?"

"Your sister also has a possibility. Since you actively sought this place out, your arrival will inevitably lead to her departure from here, away from Song Danhao’s side.

That is to say, it’s also possible that your sister truly encountered an accident and became an unwitting intruder."

Feng Huai analyzed.

Lin Xin felt somewhat confused by his words.

"This involves a contest of Sects, a war that has continued from Ancient Times and has never ceased. Heavenly Venerables, Demon Gods, Demon Spirits, Evil Gods.

We needn’t concern ourselves too much, earnest cultivation practice is the Righteous Path."

Feng Huai laughed, self-deprecatingly.

"Perhaps..." Lin Xin followed with a laugh but couldn’t relax.

Compared to these enormous and righteous situations, he was simply a cultivator who worried about his relatives, his cherished ones.

Even if he had some trump cards and talents, what of it?

Amidst the turbulent flow of countless worlds, he was merely one among the multitude of living beings.

The world wouldn’t stop changing because of his existence.

"Right." Feng Huai picked up a piece of pastry that had appeared in front of them and began to chew. "Brother Lin, who exactly is that person behind you? Can you reveal even a slight hint of their name?"

Lin Xin was suddenly startled.

"The person behind me?"

Seeing him stunned, his expression genuinely not feigned, Feng Huai was also taken aback.

"Don’t you know? When I cut off the colorful Kirin dragon’s claw with my Magic Artifact, I sensed it, a trace of aura on you.

There is another force, lurking in your Purifying Fire, ready to be unleashed at any moment."

"Is that so?" Lin Xin felt uneasy. He didn’t like being unaware.

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In the depths of the distant Void, within a floating white palace.

Ancient and colossal columns, covered in white, exquisite, and simple patterns.

The smooth jade floor engraved with grand and majestic Runes, as occasional faint golden lights fluttered in the air.

Countless consciousnesses converged and communicated here.

One of them transmitted an image that instantly caused the golden lights to coalesce sharply, forming a gold-rimmed oval mirror.

An old man with a white gem embedded in his forehead held the mirror.

"Such pure Purifying Force... hmm... it appears to be Fifth Rank. Truly rare."

The old man looked no different from an ordinary person, except for one thing.

His eyes lacked pupils and were filled with flowing White Light.

Then, ten individuals with various styles of clothing, both young and old, men and women, appeared in the palace.

They all shared one thing in common: their eyes were all white light without any sclera or pupils, nothing but the White Light.

"He seems to have upset some people, the colorful Kirin dragon Demon Spirit from the Nightmare Realm..."

The old man observed the scenes displayed on the mirror.

It just so happened to show the moment when Lin Xin faced the blue claw.

"Such pure Purifying Force, we have not seen such pure Bloodline Power in our thousands of years of lifespan."

A woman amongst them spoke in a deep voice.

"Indeed..." the old man agreed.

The rest of the people also showed agreement.

"He can be an observation subject."

Another person spoke up.

"Then let me give you a hand..." The old man, receiving unanimous consent, immediately extended his hand, gently reaching towards the surface of the mirror.

Just at that moment, within the image, Feng Huai rushed out, repelling the colorful Kirin dragon Demon Spirit with a dark golden paper.

The old man’s action paused, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

"This seedling has Shadow City’s aura on him, as well as the whiff of an Evil God, hmm... even an Ancient Demon God has intervened. Quite a mixed bag."

"Since it’s settled, we need not reveal ourselves; we are sure to meet again in the future," a woman dressed like a young matron stated indifferently.

"Yes, we will meet again in the future." The old man smiled, let go of the mirror, and allowed it to shatter and disperse on its own.

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Riding Feng Huai’s Flying Artifact, Lin Xin returned to his domain in just two Hours.

Upon leaving, Feng Huai gave him a Spatial Chains he hadn’t used.

Inside were two Taoist Soldier Seeds he had purchased in the black market previously, and notes on how to nourish the Taoist Soldiers’ spirits to advance one’s cultivation, along with some supplies he had prepared but hadn’t used. The Contribution Points were also quickly credited to his account.

Lin Xin took Lin Yaoyang to the central battle fortress of his domain, where they cleaned it up and had the inscribing dwarves build a comfortable fortress suitable for living.

Almost all the Demon Spirits and minor demon spirits of the Void had been wiped out within the entire small plane; it seemed he was lucky that no large swarms of minor demon spirits had passed through during his absence.

Lin Yaoyang, while recuperating, consistently slept; it’s evident that the earlier Bloodline burst had severely damaged her body, forcing out much potential.

This one sleep lasted unknowingly over two months.

Lin Yaoyang remained asleep, but part of the spoils of war Lin Xin was supposed to receive from Feng Huai had already been delivered to him.

Additionally, he encountered numerous Immortal Taoist Artifacts and flying ships that passed through his domain.

Some were large, others small, some were worn and battered, while others were exquisite and lavish.

The tears of the Snowman King from the ruins of Snowman City attracted countless cultivators to come and seek trials and treasure.

However, there was no news about Song Danhao and his party; it was as if they had vanished without a trace.