C5 Revenge
C5 Revenge
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In the mountain, there was no sun or moon, and Feng Yimo was as still as a rock. The last Blood Force Fruit was completely consumed and digested by him. His eyes suddenly opened. Two feet of bright light shot out, and a cloud of black smoke emerged from his body. Countless filth gushed out from the pores all over his body. It was a stench that could not be smelled. He had consumed 24 precious Blood Power Fruits, but he was only able to step into the first level of the Qi Training Period realm. He was speechless as well. This was all due to the Spirit Devouring Silkworm's "contribution." Ninety nine percent of his spiritual energy had been absorbed by this guy. He couldn't even absorb a quarter of the Blood Force Fruit's effect. If it was someone else, these Spiritual Fruits would at least be able to reach Foundation Establishment. Those with outstanding natural endowments might be able to enter the False Core realm.
"Waste, it's too much of a waste!" Feng Yimo muttered to himself. He stood up and jumped into the underground river. After a thorough wash, he felt refreshed and full of energy. Not to mention anything else, just strength alone was enough to lift an item weighing three hundred kilograms. Moreover, his body had been washed by the spiritual energy, and the Blood Force Fruit had been modified to be extremely hard. If he was soaked in the stomach fluid of the Golden Horned Green Python now, he should not be corroded.
What made Feng Yimo the happiest was that he was at the first level of the Qi Training Period realm. Perhaps this was related to the awakening of his soul. In his previous life, the enormous amount of soul power had strengthened his soul. Although he hadn't formed his sea of consciousness yet, there was a mass of green smoke in his mind. The smoke was vast and pure. It was the embryonic form of a Primordial Spirit formed from the concentration of soul power, which was why it was able to emit Divine Senses.
Normally, before reaching the Foundation Establishment realm, a cultivator could only possess spiritual sense. The contents of the jade slip had to be pasted on their forehead, but the Divine Sense could read the contents of the jade slip through the air and easily retrieve the items inside the Storage Bag.
With the Divine Sense, Feng Yimo easily opened the Storage Bag. He was disappointed. There were only six or seven low-grade spirit stones inside, and two porcelain bottles filled with spirit pills. There was not a single one left inside. There was also an iron blade. The blade was rusty and mottled. One could tell that it was an ordinary item. The Storage Bag was only three meters square and three meters tall. However, it was more than enough to hold the skin of a python. With a sweep of the Divine Sense, the python skin, jade pendant, horn, and other items were all stored inside the Storage Bag. Only half of the low-grade spirit artifact sword was left.
"It's time to take revenge!" A cold light flashed in Feng Yimo's eyes. Since he was already at the first level of Qi Refinement, he had to take revenge for his parents. He couldn't deal with other cultivators with his cultivation. A mere mortal of the Zhou Family wouldn't be a problem. Feng Yimo packed up his things and stuffed the Storage Bag into his pocket. He took the dagger and left the cave that he had lived in for more than ten days. After identifying the general direction, he quickly walked away.
With his current speed, ordinary wolves wouldn't be able to catch up to him. In just an hour, he saw a shadowy house. The Iron Wind Ridge Village was right in front of him. He looked at the sky. It was evening now. If he went to find the Zhou family in the day to take revenge, he would be seen by others. It would not be good. So he found a stone and sat cross-legged. He recovered his strength while waiting for the night to fall.
Time seemed to pass very slowly because something was going on in his heart. His mind was unable to calm down. Feng Yimo's mind was filled with the sounds and smiles of his parents. Especially when his mother called out to him when he was unconscious, her voice was still in his ears. At the end, she said, "Son. If you can hear your mother's words, you will be lucky enough to survive. Let's go to the Black Wood City of the Chu Country and look for the Feng Family. They will know who you are the moment they see the jade pendant! My son, I can't accompany you anymore! "You have to take care of yourself!" At this critical moment, she was still thinking about herself. Mother love is great!
As she thought about it, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks. She became even more excited. Looking at the sky, the sun had already disappeared into the mountain. She could not wait any longer and strode into the Iron Wind Ridge Village.
In the evening, all the households in the village were cooking. Smoke curled up from the cooking pots. Occasionally, a few dog barks could be heard. It seemed very comfortable. There were very few pedestrians on the road. Feng Yimo came to the Zhou family's courtyard almost without meeting anyone.
The Zhou family was very easy to find. It was located at the mountainside of the village. The huge manor occupied more than ten acres of land. The black wall was twenty feet tall, and the main gate was thirty feet wide and thirty feet tall. There was a horse stone and two majestic stone lions in front of the gate. Two servants dressed in black clothes and wearing servants' hats stood on both sides of the gate, showing off their might. It seemed that one of the servants of the Zhou family was a matter of bringing honor to their ancestors.
Feng Yimo's Divine Sense swept across the courtyard. The situation in the courtyard was clear. There were more than thirty strong men eating in the east room. There was a table in the main hall. Sitting in the middle was a fat man dressed as an official. He had a big head and big ears, and a fierce face. The others were six women dressed up like jewels. There were also three children six or seven years old. The family of ten was also eating. The table was full of chicken, duck, fish, and fish. There were more than a dozen dishes on the table.
In the west room was a small table. The dishes were much better than the group of strong men in the east room. There were five people and six dishes. They were all meat dishes, and a pot of wine. A few of them were eating energetically.
Feng Yimo sneered in his heart. Eat well. This is your last dinner. If you don't eat, you won't be able to eat anymore!
"Stop, what are you doing? Don't you know that this is Great Official Zhou's house? No one is allowed to stay in front of the door. Get lost!" The servant standing on the left saw Feng Yimo looking towards the door and immediately reprimanded him. The servant on the right saw Feng Yimo's indifference and flew into a rage. He came down from the stairs and came in front of Feng Yimo. He pushed Feng Yimo with his hand. "Get lost! Don't make laozi angry!"
Feng Yimo's eyes were filled with anger. He waved the broken sword in his right hand and the servant's head flew into the air. The short sword could not pierce through the Golden Horned Green Python's stomach, but cutting off its head was as easy as cutting tofu.
Ah? The servant on the left was scared silly. Why did he kill his companion so quickly? He was just about to shout. Feng Yimo had already dashed in front of him and stabbed his heart with his dagger.
"You, you are, you are... The servant's eyes were full of fear. He recognized Feng Yimo as the son of the Feng Family who had been dead for a long time. How did he come back to life? He wanted to give a warning, but he could no longer make a sound. He tilted his head and died.
Feng Yimo took out his short sword and aimed it at the black door. With a single strike, the heavy door was cut in half. It fell down with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.
He walked in. The servants inside had already discovered that someone had broken into the courtyard. They shouted, picked up their weapons, and rushed over, surrounding Feng Yimo in the middle. At this moment, Zhou Yuan, who was in the main hall, walked out when he heard the sound. He saw a young man who looked like a beggar standing in the courtyard with a broken sword in his hand. Blood dripped from the blade of the sword. Clearly, he had just killed someone. He could not help but be furious. "Who are you? Why did you break into my Zhou family and kill my servants?"
The person standing beside Minister Zhou was the butler, Zhou Huai, and he raised the lantern amongst the experts. The weak light shone on Feng Yimo's face and he cried out, "You, you are a kid from the Feng Family. Didn't you get burned to death?"
Hearing his voice, Feng Yimo immediately recognized that it was the main culprit who went to his house that day and accidentally killed his father. After that, he maliciously burned his mother to death. He could not help but let out a long sigh towards the sky, "Father, Mother, I have come to take revenge for you all. You all know what's going on in the spring. Just watch them die!"