Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 87 Prisoners

"Brother Feng, come back..."

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip, her face pale. She glanced at Du Fan, feeling bitter, and finally turned her gaze to Ye Feng, speaking softly.

"Junior Brother Ye, you are the hope of the sect, come back soon!"

Xue Yizhi's face was gloomy, and he spoke in a cold voice. He had no relationship with Du Fan, and he was unaware of Du Fan's mastery of plants. In comparison, Ye Feng was of utmost importance to him and to the Kongsang Sect. At this moment, Du Fan was no longer of any significance.

"Senior Brother Ye..."

He Xue's eyes were filled with sorrow as she spoke, her voice low and barely audible.

Wan Baoshan glanced at Ye Feng and Du Fan outside the city wall, his expression complex. He didn't speak, but sighed.

A flicker of emotion appeared in Kong Qing's cold eyes, and she turned her head away.

These sounds came in an instant, but Ye Feng... paid no attention to them. He only knew that if he left like this, Du Fan would surely die.

Before the Golden Core cultivator in the air could even make a move, several cold beams shot towards Du Fan from afar. These were spells cast by several disciples of the Burial Ghost Sect, and none of them were ones that Du Fan could withstand.

Ye Feng's figure flashed out like a ghost, and with a flick of his sleeve, a wall of wind instantly formed, blocking Du Fan's path.

A dense sound, like rain pattering on banana leaves, came from within the wind wall, but it was all blocked by this spell, and Du Fan was unharmed.

Du Fan lay on the ground, his gaze towards Ye Feng no longer filled with gratitude, but with complex emotions. He shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Brother Ye, you really didn't have to do this..."

He knew that once Ye Feng stepped out of that magical artifact, he would never be able to return.

"Haha... Heaven is on my side!" The gray-robed man had already given up, but he never expected that Ye Feng would actually walk out on his own. How could he not be happy? His laughter was now mad, booming and echoing throughout the Kongsang Gate, shaking all directions.

In the distance, a large teleportation array finally activated, shining brightly and humming loudly. Hundreds of figures within it blurred and distorted before finally disappearing.

The Kongsang Sect disciples who had not yet stepped into the magic array were all pale and bloodless, with despair in their eyes, as if they had lost their souls, and collapsed to the ground.

The massive wall that originally surrounded the magic array collapsed with a deafening roar. Amidst the billowing light and mist, it ultimately transformed into a tiny brick, no bigger than an inch in size, which the gray-robed man collected with a single wave of his hand.

Within a radius of several hundred feet, the ground was a desolate wasteland, littered with countless corpses...

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Two hours later.

Dozens of large war chariots flew at high speed through the air. Each chariot was a hundred feet in size and was controlled by two Foundation Establishment experts. There were many figures on them, including disciples of the Burial Ghost Sect, disciples of the Illusion Cloud Sect in gray robes, and prisoners of the Kongsang Sect.

These people were naturally the invaders who had just emerged from the great battle of Kongsangmen, but there were no Golden Core cultivators among them, so it was clear that this was only a part of them.

After crossing countless hills of all sizes, dozens of war chariots appeared before them a colossal city stretching as far as the eye could see: Sang City.

On a chariot, Du Fan and Ye Feng sat in a corner, each wearing a black bracelet that emitted a dark light.

This bracelet is a secret artifact made by the Ghost Burial Sect, used to seal the wearer's magical power. After a cultivator wears this bracelet, he will be unable to muster any magical power and will be just like an ordinary person. It is truly mysterious.

A package lay beside Du Fan, which he used to store experimental equipment and some spiritual herbs. For some reason, neither of their storage items had been confiscated.

At this moment, Ye Feng and Du Fan's eyes were flashing, clearly indicating that they each had their own thoughts, and neither of them intended to speak for the time being.

The two cultivators controlling this chariot were Foundation Establishment deacons of the Burial Ghost Sect, dressed in black robes; one was an old man, and the other was middle-aged.

"Senior Brother Feng, we have gained a great deal from this battle. You and I have made significant contributions. We will certainly receive a generous reward upon returning. Perhaps the sect will even give us this flying artifact made from fragments of a magical treasure."

The middle-aged man in black robes suddenly had a glint in his eyes and said this.

"Don't even think about it. This flying artifact is said to have been made by fusing three fragments of magic treasures. With our cultivation at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, it's already quite remarkable to possess even one fragment of a magic treasure."

"Even if we perform some great service, the sect would never bestow this magical artifact upon us." Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Feng glared at the middle-aged man in black robes and said irritably.

"Hehe, of course I know about this, but I only thought about it briefly. I would never actually have such a thought," the middle-aged man in black robes chuckled, speaking nonchalantly.

"However, if it's just an ordinary flying magic tool, it's not impossible. I've heard that there are many cultivation-related shops in Sangcheng, and there's also a Seven Stars Alliance branch. You and I might be able to gain something here."

"Now that all four armies that have conquered the Fire Feather Kingdom have achieved great victories, they will all gather in Sang City in half a month. We are the closest to this city, so naturally we have the advantage of being in a good position." Senior Brother Feng then said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Indeed, this matter is a great opportunity for us. Besides flying tools, we may also be able to purchase some pills or materials at a low price. Even if we don't need them, we can still earn some spirit stones by selling them back home."

"In the cultivation world, the price differences between different regions are enormous." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in black robes' eyes lit up, and his mind became active.

"Get out! Stay away from me!"

Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from behind the two Foundation Establishment deacons, causing them to frown and look back.

Before Ye Feng and Du Fan stood a beautiful woman with graceful figure. She had a fair complexion and was as beautiful as a flower, but her face was gloomy. This woman was none other than Xia Rui.

Looking at Ye Feng's indifferent face, Xia Rui felt bitter, as if cut by a knife. She bit her lower lip, her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't speak. She looked aggrieved and on the verge of tears.

"Want to cry? I know, it must be because you failed to steal the treasure of my Kongsang Sect, that you're sad and worried that your contribution wasn't enough and you won't get a generous reward when you go back, right?"

Ye Feng sneered and spoke without any politeness, delivering another sarcastic remark to Xia Rui.

"Brother Ye, let it go..." Du Fan said softly, feeling a little reluctant.

"Forget it? Brother Du, you were almost killed by her that time!" Ye Feng glared at Du Fan, but he didn't say anything more.

"Senior Brother Ye, if I don't do this, our entire Xia family will be implicated. The hopes of the whole clan rest on my shoulders. I have no choice at all."

Despite the agonizing pain in her heart, Xia Rui managed to explain, and two lines of tears finally slid down her cheeks, but she didn't reach out to wipe them away, as if this simple action required an immense amount of effort.

"I know what you mean. The lives of your Xia family are more important than the lives of our tens of thousands of disciples of the Kongsang Sect. Are you done? If you're done, you can get lost!" Ye Feng's eyes were icy cold, and his words were as cold as an ice cave.

Xia Rui trembled upon hearing this, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

Du Fan had no doubt that if Ye Feng still possessed magical power, he would have killed Xia Rui immediately without hesitation...

Du Fan sighed. He also had deep feelings for the Kongsang Sect, and his sorrow at this moment was no less than Ye Feng's. However, as a modern person, although he could not accept war, he could understand it. In fact, in war, there is no right or wrong...

"Junior Nephew Xia, why bother explaining so much to him? Although you failed to obtain the treasure of Kongsang Sect this time, you made a great contribution to breaking through Kongsang Sect so smoothly. When you return, the sect leader will fulfill his promise and preside over the dual cultivation ceremony for you and Junior Nephew Ghost Eye."

"Nephew Ghost Eye has extremely high talent. Even the sect leader can hardly predict what realm he will reach in the future. If you become his cultivation partner, we, as his senior uncles, might need your help in the future. Why do you still care about the already destroyed Kongsang Sect!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man in black robes walked over and suddenly spoke, coldly saying...

What was meant to be a comforting remark struck Xia Rui like a bolt from the blue. Her face paled even more, turning almost transparent. Her body trembled violently, and she instantly averted her gaze from Ye Feng, unable to meet his eyes for even a moment.

"Ghost Eye?" Upon hearing this name, Du Fan's heart skipped a beat.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister Xia, you've gained both wealth and beauty, humph!" Ye Feng suddenly sneered, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

Xia Rui swayed, her eyes unfocused, and with a bitter laugh, she turned and walked to another part of the chariot without saying a word, where she silently squatted down.

"Are you crazy? How dare you spout such nonsense!" Senior Brother Feng, who had come with him, changed his expression and shouted at the middle-aged man in black robes.

Realizing his slip of the tongue, the middle-aged man in black smiled sheepishly, said no more, and went back to focus on controlling the flying car.

"Ye Feng, your aptitude is also excellent. Before this battle, the Illusion Cloud Sect had already declared that they wanted you. After the battle, Elder Zhou even specially instructed us to treat you well on the way. The sect values ​​you so much, so they must want to take you as a core disciple."

The Illusion Cloud Sect is a top-tier large sect in Qingzhou, and it's rare to find such an opportunity for them to invest in your training. In addition, you are exceptionally talented. Although you are currently only at the Qi Refining stage, if you put this matter aside and focus on your cultivation, your future will be limitless.

Now that the Kongsang Sect has been erased, why should you be attached to it? You should focus on your own spiritual cultivation.

We have no direct relationship, and I have said all I have to say. Take care of yourself.

Senior Brother Feng, seemingly lost in thought, spoke to Ye Feng in this manner. He then glanced thoughtfully at Du Fan before ignoring the two and turning to leave.

"When I destroy the Ghost Burial Sect in the future, I may spare your life." Ye Feng said coldly, his expression gloomy, as he looked at the old man's back.

The old man in black robes trembled slightly, but he did not turn around to say anything. Instead, he continued to walk forward.