I have a city in another world

Chapter 7097 Reunion with Tang Zhen
These successive tragedies intensified the panic among the surviving cultivators, and their originally orderly exploration gradually descended into chaos.

It should be noted that before this, they had already experienced the brutal battles of the Demon God Arena, fighting their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They were all exhausted, their spiritual energy was completely depleted, and even their protective magic treasures were covered with cracks.

They thought their suffering was finally over and they could enter the secret realm to reap a wealth of treasures and take a good rest, but they never expected that this place was actually a poisonous trap disguised as honey. One wrong step and they would be doomed.

Some cultivators secretly regretted their actions, wishing they could slap themselves twice. If they had known the secret realm was so dangerous, they shouldn't have rushed in so hastily.

If we had made thorough preparations beforehand, we wouldn't be in such a dilemma.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Finding a quiet place to rest and recuperate in a secluded place is a luxury.

Although the surrounding spiritual energy was abundant, it was also extremely mixed, containing various violent dimensional energies.

The cultivators could only carefully circulate their cultivation techniques, filtering and absorbing the nutrients bit by bit.

If one is not careful, the violent energy will surge into the dantian through the meridians. At best, it will cause one to suffer a qi deviation and have all the meridians severed; at worst, the dantian will shatter and the body will explode, resulting in death.

Feng Jiu Kui leaned against an ancient tree that was entirely black, his face as pale as paper.

He gritted his teeth and carefully tore open his shirt, revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest.

The skin around the wound had turned black, with faint black mist swirling around it, which was caused by him accidentally triggering a poisonous energy trap.

He took out a healing pill from his pocket, crushed it, and carefully applied the powder to the wound. The coolness of the pill slightly relieved the burning pain of the wound.

At the same time, he circulated the last bit of spiritual power in his body, carefully drawing the surrounding spiritual energy into his dantian little by little.

After entering the secret realm, he was once again pushed out by those guys from the Blood Demon Sect to act as a pathfinder. These scions of noble families were all arrogant and cowardly, and whenever danger arose, they always pushed a lowly outer disciple like him to the front.

This wound was inflicted when he shielded a core disciple of the Blood Demon Sect from a spatial blade.

Thinking of this, Feng Jiu Kui felt an uncontrollable surge of anger, yet he was utterly helpless.

The cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect all had extraordinary backgrounds and identities. They were either the sect leader's personal disciples or the direct descendants of the elders. None of them were people that he, an outer disciple with no foundation, could afford to offend.

Faced with their manipulation and harassment, Feng Jiu Kui, though unwilling, could only force himself to swallow his anger.

Unless he is determined to leave the Blood Demon Sect and wander the world, and has the ability to evade the Blood Demon Sect's pursuit, he will have no choice but to submit and be at their mercy.

Just as Feng Jiu Kui was pondering whether he should find a chance to escape this place of trouble and save his own life, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

It was a young man dressed in a blue robe, standing with his back to him on a boulder not far away, gazing at the distant desert.

The young man was tall and upright with a calm demeanor. He stood there, yet seemed to blend into the surrounding world. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice his presence.

Feng Jiu Kui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

It's him!

That mysterious young man who killed a powerful enemy with a wave of his hand in the arena!

Feng Jiu Kui still remembers how powerful that demonized cultivator was back then, giving people a feeling of being invincible.

The mysterious youth, however, defeated and killed the demonized cultivator with ease.

What's most alarming is that, from beginning to end, Feng Jiu Kui couldn't discern any depth of the young man's cultivation level. This unfathomable aura was even more terrifying than that of the Blood Demon Sect's patriarch.

Previously, Feng Jiu Kui had been searching high and low in the secret realm, desperately looking for the other person, but to no avail. He thought the two had long been separated, but he never expected to suddenly meet them here.

Could it be that Heaven has opened its eyes, heard my prayers, and specially sent this person to save me from my dire straits?
Overjoyed, Feng Jiu Kui disregarded the lingering pain in his chest wound and abruptly stood up, heading quickly toward the figure in green.

"Stop right there! What are you doing?"

A cold snort sounded from behind, filled with undisguised dissatisfaction.

Feng Jiu Kui paused, turned around, and saw a young man in a blood-red robe frowning at him, his eyes full of displeasure.

This person was Leng Mofeng, a second-generation cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect and the guy who loved to make things difficult for Feng Jiu Kui.

He wasn't concerned about Feng Jiu Kui's life or death, but rather worried that Feng Jiu Kui's reckless running around would trigger the hidden energy turbulence around them, and the resulting attack might affect them, these pampered second-generation cultivators.

In Leng Mofeng's view, if Feng Jiukui were to die, it would only be his own bad luck, his lack of strength, and he deserved to die.

But he absolutely could not let his recklessness implicate these esteemed core disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.

Their lives are far more precious than Feng Jiu Kui's worthless life.

A flicker of hatred flashed in Feng Jiu Kui's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He knew his current predicament all too well; if he dared to show even the slightest bit of toughness, Leng Mo Feng had plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead.

He took a deep breath, forced a fawning smile onto his face, and said respectfully, "Replying to Senior Brother, this disciple just saw an acquaintance."

This person is quite powerful; he has killed powerful cultivators in the arena. I think if we could recruit him to our side, it would be a great help.

These words were perfectly worded, both explaining her actions and catering to Leng Mofeng's thoughts.

After being injured, Feng Jiu Kui had lost all his sharpness. He lowered his head and spoke humbly, but he had already made up his mind in his heart—when he found a suitable opportunity, he must kill this bastard!

Previously in the arena, it was this Leng Mofeng who had always disliked him and deliberately sent him to the most dangerous areas to carry out missions. Most of his injuries were caused by this person, and he had almost lost his life several times.

How could such a deep-seated blood feud not be avenged?

However, on the surface, Feng Jiu Kui still maintained a submissive demeanor, trying his best not to arouse any suspicion from the other party.

As expected, Leng Mofeng's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing Feng Jiu Kui's words. He rubbed his hands together, a satisfied expression on his face—recruiting another powerful cannon fodder was a tremendous stroke of luck.

"Alright! Go quickly!" Leng Mofeng waved his hand, his tone tinged with impatience, yet he feigned generosity and promised, "Go and talk to him properly, tell him the benefits of joining my Blood Demon Sect. As long as he's willing to submit, he'll be well taken care of in the future! If you can achieve such merit, I'll give you three Body Tempering Pills from the sect!"

These light promises, however, made Feng Jiu Kui sneer inwardly.

Body Tempering Pills? Three of them?

Treasures are everywhere in this secret realm; even a random crystal you pick up is worth more than three Body Tempering Pills.

Even if Feng Jiu Kui were alone, he could live a carefree life, so why should he serve Leng Mo Feng and be his weapon?

Feng Jiu Kui lowered his head, respectfully responded, and turned to walk towards the figure in the green robe.

He walked very lightly, but his eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

With each step, he carefully avoided the unusual places under his feet and the dangerous areas that were difficult to see with the naked eye, his eyes fixed on the familiar figure in front of him.

At that moment, Tang Zhen turned his head and looked over, his calm gaze sweeping over Feng Jiu Kui.

His calm, expressionless eyes made Feng Jiu Kui's heart tighten, and he quickly put on a flattering smile.