The Spirit World

Chapter 141 Chapter My name is Chang Yufeng!
"Why should you be disturbed by this? They are all dying, and dying like this is their innate destiny. Why should you be sad about it? It's not your fault." The man sitting next to the woman in red held up his chin, and he looked at the dying young man with boredom.

The patterns on his armor went in the opposite direction, glowing black.

He looked at the motionless woman in red again, wanting to laugh: "Haha, it's none of your business in the first place, why are you worrying about it?"

The young man's painful expression eased a little, the pain began to quickly escape from his body, and his brows began to relax, but there was still confusion.

"Do you... believe in fate too?"

The young man's voice became softer and softer, as if he was just passing it by.

The man slowly stood up, and the woman looked at him and slowly stood up as well. But the moment the man stood up, she turned into stars of golden light and dissipated. Then, the chief steward, Zhao Zhao, Chun Xi, Erica, and Lin Er all disappeared together, leaving only him who had been looking at the young man.

"Of course I don't believe it. Fate is just a cover for confinement. I don't believe in that kind of thing."

"Then... why..." The young man was able to sit up, and the ice here began to feel less cold.

"Hey, you look half dead, don't you? It's good to live in your own little world." But before he could finish his question, the man lazily shook his hands: "But it's a wonder that you can live in your own sad little world. No one would drive himself to death."

He then shook his head and laughed, "Sometimes I really hate people like you. You are too kind and yet you have to act like a saint and humiliate yourself. The key is that you are a real saint, not some high-sounding saint bitch. It's really rare."

"I don't understand what you mean." The young man slowly got up, and he could feel the operation of his spiritual power again, this time it seemed clearer. He looked at his broken hands and found that he had recovered enough strength and was no longer unable to support himself.

"I mean, some people are truly kind, and some are fake. The truly kind are like you, who wish to share the suffering of others when they see them. As for the fake kind, even if you are cut into pieces and doomed to eternity, it will not calm your anger towards their hypocrisy."

"I'm not kind, I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that those sufferings will befall me. I can't do anything to help them." The young man slowly looked at the man with his back to him, as if he wanted to leave.

"So, that's why you can't pretend to be kind." The man slowly turned around and smiled at him: "Hey, your name is Chang Yufeng, right..."

"Well... my name is Chang Yufeng." The young man nodded and spoke to him slowly.

"Don't be so sad about this! No one will like you if you look like a bitter gourd. You haven't taken a good look at this world yet. No matter how many dangers there are, there are still so many beautiful things in this world. They are the meaning of our good life. Don't be scared by a life that doesn't belong to you! Your own life will definitely have a bright future! Everyone will."

The young man stared at him blankly, then looked at his own hands, which began to shrink again, returning to their original appearance. His body began to undergo an amazing change, and the childishness began to return to his face, with obvious dimples.

He hummed, and was surprised to find that his voice was no longer deep, but somewhat neutral.

He looked in the direction of the man again, and the man turned around, leaving only a golden back. The man waved his hand and disappeared in the gold.

The young man knew who this man was. He looked at his changing body. His skeleton shrank so that he began to sit lower. The golden light on the ground dissipated, revealing a dark ice surface surrounded by black silk. The cold, ghost-like ice surface flickered between the day and night changes of the Spirit Pearl Sword.

"Chang! Yu! Feng! Pull out this sword! Quick!"

Xun Huangying's voice pulled him back.

He looked in the direction of Xun Huangying with sharp eyes. He immediately knew what had happened. He turned over, stepped on the ice, and was about to run towards Xun Huangying.

【Tong～】

A clear sound echoed in the dungeon, clean and ethereal.

“Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts… It hurts so much!”

"Chang Yufeng! What are you doing, Chang Yufeng!" Xun Huangying was frowning.

The young man fell to the ground and slowly got up.

His body shrank, but his clothes did not.

He stepped on the clothes fiercely and fell to the ground.

However, this time, although he cried out in pain, his body was not injured and he quickly got up again.

"Sorry... sorry... wait a moment, wait a moment." The boy scratched his head and apologized embarrassedly.

"What's going on!" The white-haired woman was shocked at the naive boy. He shouldn't have any self-defense spells to resist the thousand-year-old cold here! He should be covered with wounds!

And his appearance! That was exactly what a king looked like! But the god's large, inappropriate white clothes felt very out of place.

She looked angrily at Xunhuangying opposite her.

"You actually used me to dispel his inner fire!"

"This is called fighting poison with poison... You are also a kind of poison, how can it be considered as being used?" Xun Huangying blinked at her, and his smile returned to his face.

"Lan Luo, how was my acting? Was it serious?" Xun Huangying wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a happy smile. The originally weak blue pressure now violently impacted Lan Luo's mental power, with a powerful momentum of counterattack.

"King! I never thought you would be so cunning and abandon the dignity of the Demon Supreme!!"

"Hehe...thank you Lanluo for the compliment." Xunhuangying's mean look began to show.

"Chang Yufeng, what are you doing, Chang Yufeng! Hurry up!"

"Lei, lei!"

The boy pulled at his baggy clothes, revealing his feet, and completely abandoned his boots. He swaggered over, hopping left and right like a rabbit in order to avoid being tripped by his clothes.

"Lan Luo... do you know? There are some things that cannot be forgiven just by saying a nice word. Do you know? I will make all the betrayers pay with blood!" Xun Huangying opened his eyes wide, and his anger was even more arrogant than Lan Luo's gritting his teeth.

"You wanted my coldness to drive away his anger from the beginning?" Lan Luo gritted his teeth. He heard everything that was said in the corridor before the two of them came in.

"Of course, but Chang Yufeng's inner demon is hard to get rid of. If it weren't for your demonic coldness, there would be no way to extinguish his inner fire." Xun Huangying said slowly, telling everything: "We came here... of course our purpose is your resurrection stone, but I know you too well. Your coldness can not only attack the body, but also the mind. If Chang Yufeng has an inner demon, he will definitely not be your opponent. So, we borrow your coldness, you don't mind, right? I don't think you would mind either. Hahahaha."

"...King...you have changed..."

"Hmph, wait, Lan Luo! We will meet again!" Xun Huangying stood up slowly. He looked at the flickering black chains. They were connected together and vibrated throughout Lan Luo's body.

[Buzz～]

The sword roars.

Countless pieces of ice began to stand up like a piercer.

The Nine-Turn Spiritual Pearl Sword was ice blue in color. On the three-foot-long sword, there was a rotating spirit pearl as its symbol. It dominated the elements of the universe and was an emperor-level weapon. As the resurrection stone of the first great demon king, its power was obvious.

And now, it is roaring in the boy's hands.

The furious black ice suddenly rose up like countless blades, heading straight for the two of them.

It's too late to say, then soon!
With a loud bang, the door of the entire corridor closed instantly.

"Can you stop me, Lanluo?" Xun Huangying sneered and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the young man, the ice-blue sword roaring furiously in his hand.

The young man was originally looking at the strange sword, but at this moment, the ice peak rose up, and he jumped and leaped, instantly creating distance.

The Nine-Turn Spiritual Sword was swung horizontally, and a sword energy hit the door with a bang, like countless ice knives cutting through, and the protruding ice peaks broke and collapsed in an instant.

"Damn king!" Lan Luo shouted with gritted teeth!

"I'm sorry, my name is Chang Yufeng!"

A small figure jumped out and stood at the broken door. He looked at the woman tied up with countless chains with gentle eyes.

The wind is blowing.

(End of this chapter)