The closer Feng Ziyue got to the finish line, the tighter his brows became.
Although he was underground, he could clearly see the scene on the ground with his spiritual scan. Although he had expected it, he still didn't want to believe it after all.
The closer you get, the more certain you are.
The grass is luxuriant, the wind is slanting and the rain is light.
The back mountain of Canglan Mountain is quiet.
The end of this secret passage is indeed here! Feng Ziyue's expression tightened, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
The quiet room of the Martial Saint!
Although he had expected it in his heart, when the facts were in front of him, Feng Ziyue couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Master Feng, since you are here, why don't you come in earlier and have a cup of tea?"
Martial Saint's voice came faintly from above his head. Even though he used the Shadowless Demonic Core, he still couldn't escape his ears and eyes.
Feng Ziyue smiled calmly, stretched out his hand and pushed. The wooden board at the top of the secret passage was pushed away by him. Wu Sheng was sitting on the futon, smiling at him.
The location where the secret passage opens is exactly where Feng Ziyue was sitting when he came here.
He pushed open the secret door and sat on it, with a cup of tea in front of him. Except that Bu Tianyi was not with him, it was exactly the same as when he came to pay homage to Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng's expression was still as calm as before.
It seemed as if nothing happened.
However, his name for Feng Ziyue also changed back to the past. He no longer called him New Martial Saint, but returned to the unfamiliar title of Feng Gongzi.
"I had expected that you would be unable to do anything to those two losers, just like when you killed the dragon demon, my demon envoys were unable to do anything to your seriously injured father and son..."
Wu Sheng smiled and shook his head, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.
Feng Ziyue's eyes instantly turned cold, and he stared at Wu Sheng, "How is my father?"
"He is fine, you don't have to worry..."
Wu Sheng smiled lightly, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and blew gently.
I don’t know when Wu Sheng knew about the father-son relationship between Feng Ziyue and Feng Bufan, but this will definitely become a major weakness of Feng Ziyue. If Feng Bufan falls into Wu Sheng’s hands, he will definitely be helpless.
So no matter how angry he is now, he must be patient and listen to what Wu Sheng wants to say.
"Thanks to Menghuang's help. If it weren't for her, we, father and son, would have been in a much worse situation..."
When the dragon demon was killed, both of them were seriously injured. Feng Ziyue was even forced to use useless swordsmanship to face the enemy. However, the target of the man in black was Feng Bufan, and it was really difficult for him to stop him.
If Menghuang hadn't suddenly appeared, Feng Bufan would have been in trouble.
Wu Sheng shook his head, "Your sword skills are also very impressive... You can stop an innate master without using a trace of your true energy. Compared with you, all my subordinates are nothing but nothing."
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Feng Ziyue's strength was actually beyond Wu Sheng's expectations.
This Tianwu successor who passed the Tianwu Trial is indeed very different. With the help of the Innate Supreme Yuan Fruit and the Five-Color Innate Stone, he actually broke through to the fourth level of Innateness in one fell swoop and killed the Dragon Demon among thousands of monsters.
, the secrets arranged by Wu Sheng were of no use.
Despite being seriously injured, he was able to defeat his most powerful demon.
"Don't talk nonsense. I have never understood what the Lord Martial Saint wants."
Feng Ziyue sneered. He had no intention of going around in circles with Wu Sheng and asked directly.
What on earth is Wu Sheng going to do?
He has been the master of Canglan Holy Mountain for a long time. It can be said that he has everything. His cultivation has reached the seventh level of the innate world. Although he is not the first in this Tianwu Continent, he is definitely the top master. On Canglan Holy Mountain, he has Qingxinbai.
With the protection of the mist, no one dares to trouble him.
So what does he want?
Why did he deliberately deal with his father and son?
"Okay! Mr. Feng is really happy!"
Wu Sheng clapped his hands gently, a smile frozen on his face.
"If anyone else were in Mr. Feng's situation, they would not dare to ask me this... because they know that they may not be able to achieve the conditions I offer..."
Wu Sheng put down his tea cup and looked at Feng Ziyue steadily, "Master Feng seems to be very confident."
Feng Ziyue frowned and listened patiently to his nagging.
"Master Feng, you have known for a long time that I was attacked by demonic energy twenty years ago, and I had to rely on the pure white Xanthium fruit to suppress me in order to maintain the status quo..."
Wu Sheng closed his eyes, with a look of pain on his face. The attack of this demonic energy had indeed caused great harm to him.
What he wanted was actually very simple.
It is to completely eradicate the pain of this evil attack!
The Holy White Xanthium Fruit can only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. Even if it is suppressed for several years, it still cannot completely drive out the evil spirit. This also prevents his cultivation from going further for decades and always staying at the seventh level of innateness.
"I read all over the classics and finally found a way to cure this evil attack!"
"The method of exchanging blood!"
Feng Ziyue was stunned for a moment, "What is the blood exchange method?"
Naturally, he had never heard of Canglan Mountain's secret medical skills, but as the name suggests, it didn't seem to be a normal technique.
"It's very simple..." A ferocious smile appeared on Wu Sheng's face.
The so-called blood transfusion method is to release the bad blood that has been invaded by demonic energy from your body and replace it with healthy blood. This can completely cure the root cause.
"Completely replace it with healthy blood?" Feng Ziyue's eyes were as cold as a knife, "Master Wusheng, do you want my blood?"
He had guessed countless reasons, but he never expected that Wu Sheng's purpose was actually his blood.
Wu Sheng nodded, "Yes, for so many years, only your blood has been the most suitable!"
Canglan Mountain's esoteric classics naturally have conditions for selecting suitable blood. The key point is that the owner who needs this healthy blood can suppress the invasion of the demonic energy - in this case, either he must be a master stronger than the Martial Saint.
, or, it is a special situation like Feng Ziyue.
Naturally, he had no way to hunt for the blood of a master who was stronger than the Martial Saint.
In fact, on the Tianwu Continent, there are only two people who can overwhelm the Martial Saint, Long Buyang and Chu Kuangren. These two people are not his opponents at all - not to mention, it is not convenient for him to use Cang Cang for this kind of thing.
Lanshan had no choice but to use the people he cultivated in secret. There was almost no hope of encircling and killing masters who were stronger than him.
But Feng Ziyue's appearance gave him a glimmer of hope.
"How much blood is needed?"
Feng Ziyue's face was pale, but he was planning his next move in his heart. Now that his father, Feng Bufan, was in his hands, he would not fall out, and even if he did take action, even though he had all kinds of trump cards and hidden tricks
It's a unique move, but the Martial Saint is a master of the seventh level of innateness after all, so it's not necessarily known who will win.
Wu Sheng laughed loudly, "Young Master Feng, don't worry. Although it's a blood exchange, the blood of you and me are incompatible, and we have to add the blood of my blood relatives to blend it, so you two only need to take some from each one."
Half of the blood is enough, and with the protection of my Canglan Mountain secret medicine, it will never harm your life! It only takes a few days of nourishment, and you will naturally be back to your original state!"
Blood of blood relatives?
Feng Ziyue was stunned for a moment, with an angry look on his face.
The so-called blood relatives, Wu Sheng's only blood relative is his daughter Menghuang - so to speak, he was already planning this twenty years ago. The reason why a man who is more than a hundred years old still wants to marry a wife and have children is not the goal.
It was to leave a blood relative for today's blood exchange.
"Why should Mr. Feng be angry? I have raised Menghuang until now. She has been pampered since she was a child, and she has never enjoyed any benefits. Today, as a father, I am lending half of her blood, and it is not to kill her. It is only natural -"
"——As for Mr. Feng, I am actually the most benevolent person. I have given you the holy white cocklebur fruit you asked for. As long as you help me complete the blood transfusion and get rid of the evil spirit, the foundation of Canglan Mountain will still be passed down.
If I give it to you, your father, I will naturally not hurt him even a hair - all you have to do is give up half of your blood, are you still reluctant to do so?"
Martial Saint's voice was full of charm.
Of course Feng Ziyue didn't care about Canglan Mountain's foundation, but he couldn't ignore his father Feng Bufan. Thinking of this, Feng Ziyue snorted coldly, "Wu Sheng said, if it's so simple, why go around so much?"
It’s a big circle. If I proposed it directly at the beginning, I might not deny it!”
If the Qingsheng White Xanthium Fruit is used as a condition, Wusheng is honest and honest, if taking ordinary blood does not cause any irreparable damage to the body, this matter may not be non-negotiable.
Wu Sheng had to take such a big detour. He probably wanted to deal with the Dragon Demon before, and after both sides were injured, he just took the opportunity to strike. Unexpectedly, he defeated the Dragon Demon and recovered from his injuries before returning to see him, giving him no chance to take advantage of him.
Later, when he was bathing in the holy spring, he wanted to send someone to poison him again, but he was lucky enough to see through it. In the end, he threatened Feng Ziyue's father's life to make him submit.
This tangle is really puzzling.
"It is forbidden to talk deeply when we are in a casual relationship," Wu Sheng smiled faintly, "After all, it was just the first time that Mr. Feng and I met. I don't know what kind of person Mr. Feng is. This blood exchange is a big deal, so I don't know.
I dare to be negligent, so I had to resort to some tricks, but I would like to ask Mr. Feng’s forgiveness!”
Feng Ziyue frowned. What Wu Sheng said was a dark logic, but he couldn't do it now and just sneered.
"In this case, I promise you, please ask the Martial Saint to release my father, and we can carry out this blood exchange method as soon as possible!"
Feng Ziyue didn't bother to talk to him, didn't he just want half of his blood?
As long as my father is safe, what's the point of giving half of my blood to him?
"Forgive me, Mr. Feng. For the sake of safety, I think we should wait until our blood exchange is completed before meeting with your father - anyway, there is no rush, right?"
Wu Sheng had a hypocritical smile on his face, and Feng Ziyue wanted to give him a slap, but at this time the opponent had the upper hand, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.
"Okay, in that case, please ask Martial Saint to arrange a blood exchange as soon as possible! I don't want to delay a day on Canglan Mountain!"
Hearing this, Wu Sheng burst into laughter, with arrogance and excitement in his laughter.
One day later, Feng Ziyue was sitting quietly on the couch in the secret room beneath Wu Sheng's quiet room, waiting for Wu Sheng to come to take blood.
Wu Sheng's intention was to take advantage of these three days of bathing in the holy spring to complete the blood exchange. In this way, no one in Canglan Mountain would be suspicious when he went out again.
However, the reason why Feng Ziyue was willing to take over the Martial Saint inheritance was simply to find traces of his father. Now that Feng Bufan's whereabouts are known, he has no interest.
What's more, seeing that Wu Sheng behaves like this, he will definitely not be willing to delegate power in the future. Rather than waste time here, it is better to leave as soon as possible.
He didn't tell Wu Sheng this. Anyway, after the blood exchange, he left with his father Feng Bufan. From then on, what happened in Canglan Mountain had nothing to do with him. At most, he went to the Demon Suppressing Stone Monument again to see what happened.
That's the seal.
He had made up his mind, and he was calm and composed all day, but it seemed that Wu Sheng was a little impatient.
After all, the plan he had planned for many years was finally coming true. Wu Sheng couldn't hold back his excitement, his face was glowing and he was smiling brightly all day long.
In the morning, he had already called Menghuang over. At this time, they were having a conversation in the quiet room, and Feng Ziyue could hear it clearly.
"Dad! What good can you do if you call your daughter here today?"
Menghuang seems to have a good feeling for Wu Sheng. She is probably the only one in Canglan Mountain who can talk to Wu Sheng like this.
That day, after Menghuang was scolded by Wu Sheng because of the dragon demon incident, the two father and daughter did not speak for a while. Now that her father took the initiative to summon her, Menghuang was actually very happy.
Wu Sheng laughed and said, "My good daughter, my father has raised you for more than ten years. Doesn't this count as a great favor to you?"
Menghuang was stunned for a moment, "That's natural! The kindness of parents is as deep as the ocean!"
This is the standard answer for any child. It is really difficult to repay the kindness of parents in their lifetime. The kindness is as deep as the ocean. It is not an exaggeration at all.
Wu Sheng laughed loudly, "My good daughter is indeed filial, so if my father wants my daughter to do a favor, would you be willing to agree?"
"Father, whatever you want to send your daughter to, she will definitely die without mercy!"
"Okay!" Wu Sheng laughed, and then he heard a thud from above, but it was the sound of someone falling to the ground.
Immediately, Menghuang's panicked voice came, "Dad - what are you doing?"
"Dad has been invaded by demonic energy and cannot be cured. He can only be saved by relying on the blood from your body, my daughter. Now, as long as you are half dead, I don't want you to die. What you just said is definitely not to coax your father!"
Wu Sheng laughed, kicked open the door of the secret room under the quiet room, jumped down with Menghuang in his arms, and landed in front of Feng Ziyue.
"It's you!"
Menghuang was shocked when he saw Feng Ziyue, "You - aren't you supposed to be at the Holy Spring? Why are you here?"
"He is just like you, he is what dad needs for blood exchange!"
Wu Sheng stretched out his hand and threw Menghuang to Feng Ziyue's side. He stretched out his hand and took out a bright silver knife from somewhere, with a sinister smile on his face.
"After twenty years of planning, we finally have today! Haha, today is the day when I, the Martial Saint, will be reborn!"