I have a city in another world

Chapter 7098 One Finger Turns to Ashes

Dimensional Secret Realm.

Feng Jiu Kui stepped on the shattered crystal energy slab and quickly approached Tang Zhen.

He had no idea who the person in front of him was, only that the other party's skills were so advanced that they were unheard of.

At this critical moment, with life and death at stake, there's no time to inquire about names; the most important thing is to climb this high branch to save one's life.

He first straightened his slightly disheveled black robe, then bowed and clasped his hands in a gesture of impeccable respect.

"My name is Feng Jiu Kui, and I am honored to serve as a steward of the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Blood Demon Sect."

He introduced himself to Tang Zhen in a calm and earnest voice.

Those eyes darted around rapidly beneath his lowered eyelids, concealing some unspeakable thoughts: "We are now trapped in a great siege, and our future is uncertain. We hope that you will come to our aid."

During the operation, I dared not disobey any of your orders. I will be richly rewarded upon our safe return.

Anyone unaware of the situation would surely be secretly astonished, wondering what merit Tang Zhen possessed to warrant such a promise from Feng Jiu Kui.

Only Feng Jiu Kui knew that if his sincerity was insufficient, he would be unable to move Tang Zhen at all.

Once the opportunity is missed, there will inevitably be regret.

Feng Jiu Kui paused, then braced himself and added the Blood Demon Sect's offer to avoid trouble from Leng Mo Feng: "Our Blood Demon Sect is willing to offer you high-level cultivation techniques and high-grade spirit stones. If you are willing to join our sect, you can be directly granted the position of guest elder and enjoy endless honors."

Despite this, he was not sincere at all, and even didn't want the other party to accept the invitation from the bottom of his heart.

Those privileged second-generation rich kids who rely on their fathers' legacy to act arrogantly and domineeringly never tolerate anyone else.

Once this person actually joins the team, they will definitely treat him as cannon fodder who can be used at will, rather than a strong person who needs to be treated with respect.

If Tang Zhen were to demonstrate his abilities, he would receive a different treatment, which would certainly not be a good thing.

By then, my already meager voice in the team will be squeezed out completely, and I won't even have the chance to say a word, let alone get closer to the other party.

Even worse, his original plan to escape this desperate situation by relying on the opponent's strength is also very likely to fall apart.

Those pampered second-generation cultivators are all greedy, arrogant, and vicious. They are used to running rampant and domineering. How could they understand what it means to work together in the same boat?

They would never give up even the slightest chance of escape; they would seize it by any means necessary, even at the cost of killing their own comrades.

With his methods, he might be able to escape unscathed from this group's schemes and avoid those filthy threats and difficulties, but what about Feng Jiu Kui?

He's just a powerless and insignificant foreign affairs steward. Once he loses his usefulness or gets in the way of those people, his fate will likely be miserable.

Thinking of this, a chill ran through Feng Jiu Kui's heart, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He was pondering how to subtly persuade the other side to back down when he saw Tang Zhen standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping over the direction of the Blood Demon Sect's team in the distance.

His aura was restrained, revealing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

After a brief silence, he nodded slightly and uttered a single word: "Agreed."

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Feng Jiu Kui's ears.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu Kui felt a buzzing in his head, as if struck by lightning, and immediately felt a pang of misery.

He forced a smile and bowed in thanks, but the smile was more like a grimace, and deep down he was filled with sorrow and helplessness.

Having come this far, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step aside to make a gesture of invitation: "Your Excellency is very understanding and righteous, I am extremely grateful, please join me in the team."

He ultimately didn't have the nerve to ask the other person's name, and just wanted to take it one step at a time and get through this hurdle first.

The two walked one after the other, stepping on the gravel, toward the Blood Demon Sect's group not far away.

As soon as they approached, many Blood Demon Sect cultivators stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes toward them. There was no welcome in their eyes, only undisguised indifference and scrutiny, as if they were examining an object that could be discarded at will.

Among the crowd, a young cultivator in fine clothes leaned against a half-buried mecha wreckage, toying with a blood-red jade pendant in his hand. This was Leng Mofeng. He glanced at Tang Zhen, noticing the man's plain clothes and the complete absence of spiritual energy, and categorized him as one of those brute-force, unorthodox cultivators. A mocking smile immediately appeared on his lips, his tone arrogant to the point of being rude: "Where did this wild brat come from? State your identity and background, and what skills you can boast of. If you please me, I'll immediately reward you with a bottle of Body Tempering Pills, guaranteed to benefit you endlessly."

He paused, deliberately drawing out his words, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly: "Remember, in this team, even a dog, as long as it wags its tail and can bite someone and take a knife for me, I'll let it eat meat until it vomits!"

These words were extremely humiliating, and upon hearing them, the Blood Demon Sect cultivators nearby immediately burst into laughter, their laughter filled with agreement and mockery, extremely grating.

Their gazes toward Tang Zhen were now tinged with contempt—in their eyes, this man was nothing more than cannon fodder sent by Feng Jiu Kui, and that receiving a "reward" from Senior Brother Leng was already a great blessing.

Feng Jiu Kui watched with a pounding heart, realizing something was wrong.

He knew these strong people's temperaments all too well. The more skilled they were, the more arrogant they were, and the less they could tolerate such humiliation.

He was afraid that Tang Zhen might get angry and break off relations with Leng Mofeng on the spot, which would definitely cause the situation to spiral out of control.

Meanwhile, the Blood Demon Sect cultivators who had gathered around appeared to be watching the spectacle, but in reality, they were all secretly observing, their eyes gleaming with calculation. They wanted to see Tang Zhen's reaction, to see if this "helper" brought back by Feng Jiu Kui would willingly become a vicious dog at their beck and call in order to save his own life.

Under everyone's gaze, Tang Zhen slowly turned his head and calmly looked at Leng Mofeng.

He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, nor did he show any shame, annoyance, or anger on his face. He simply raised his right hand and flicked the other person's index finger lightly.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any dazzling bursts of light, only a soft "poof" sound.

The next second, Leng Mofeng, who was leaning against the tree, exploded into a cloud of scarlet blood mist like a punctured blood sac. He didn't even have time to scream before he disappeared into the wind, leaving only a blood-red jade pendant that rolled down and made a crisp sound on the sand.

The sudden turn of events brought the surrounding laughter to an abrupt halt.

All the Blood Demon Sect cultivators were stunned. The smiles on their faces froze, then turned into incredulous horror. They all glared fiercely at Tang Zhen, their eyes filled with killing intent.

"You're courting death! How dare you kill Senior Brother Leng!" A burly cultivator was the first to react, roaring angrily. Blood light surged around him, and a blood-red longsword materialized, carrying a sharp gust of wind as it slashed down at Tang Zhen.

He was Leng Mofeng's follower and often abused his power. Now that he saw his master die tragically, he no longer cared about the strength of the enemy and himself, and only wanted to avenge Leng Mofeng.

Tang Zhen remained expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids, but simply raised his index finger again and flicked it lightly.

Another "plop" sound.

The cultivator who made the sudden move followed in Leng Mofeng's footsteps, also turning into a cloud of blood mist, leaving no trace of his body. Even the blood-red longsword vanished without a trace in the blood mist.

This stunned everyone.

The remaining Blood Demon Sect cultivators lost all their arrogance, their eyes filled with deep apprehension.

Although they still surrounded Tang Zhen in the center, their magical treasures gleaming, none of them dared to take another step forward, and they even became cautious in their breathing.

In the blink of an eye, he killed two cultivators of considerable strength, and their deaths were so clean and swift that they had no chance to resist.

This strength is so formidable that it's outrageous.

Everyone present was a smart person; they knew exactly what was going on.

They can bully and kill the weak without restraint, but when facing a powerful figure like Tang Zhen who is unfathomable, it is best to keep a low profile and never provoke him easily, otherwise no one can predict what fate awaits them.

Moreover, they are now in dire straits with an uncertain future. If they act rashly and incur Tang Zhen's wrath, the entire team may be wiped out.

On the other hand, Leng Mofeng was the sect leader's personal disciple, and the other cultivator was also an elite of the inner sect. The two of them died at Tang Zhen's hands in such an inexplicable way. If they did not give the sect an explanation, how could they save face?
Thinking of this, everyone felt extremely aggrieved, and their faces burned as if they had been slapped hard several times.

The nearby wandering cultivators who were watching the spectacle cast mocking glances at them, their eyes filled with a scorn that seemed to burn their faces.

Feng Jiu Kui stood aside, watching with a mixture of surprise and delight, his heart pounding like a stormy sea.

He never expected that Tang Zhen would act so decisively and ruthlessly, killing him without saying a word. Instead of being angered by Leng Mofeng's words, Tang Zhen cleanly and efficiently killed his opponent, thus venting his long-suppressed anger.

While he was overjoyed, he couldn't help but feel secretly worried.

Tang Zhen killed two core disciples of the Blood Demon Sect in one fell swoop, thus sealing their feud. How will this situation be resolved?