From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

"Want to kill me? Dream on."

Looking at Chen Shi and Qilin standing there, and then at his subordinates who had already been slaughtered by the strange beasts, Feng Ji roared angrily, his face extremely gloomy.

If things continue like this, he will surely die today. But as the second master of the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion, how could he not have a few tricks to save his life?

Although the cost is high, there is no other way at the moment.

Feng Ji gritted his teeth, took out a small bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and poured the pills inside directly into his mouth.

What did you eat...?

Upon seeing this, Chen Shi's expression instantly darkened. A sense of foreboding welled up within him.

"Kill him"

Then, with a loud shout, he was about to charge forward.

boom!

But the next moment, a roar erupted, and purple blood energy surged out of Feng Ji's body like an erupting volcano.

This is not ordinary blood and qi, but is mixed with essence and blood!

The strength of a fifth-rank martial artist lies in his Dharma body, which is forged from essence and blood.

To be precise, it is a mixture of essence and blood with ordinary blood and qi, but essence and blood still dominate.

As the second master of the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion, Feng Ji possessed a Marquis-level divine body, which is why he refined purple essence blood.

"Why are there so many?"

Seeing Feng Ji's blood essence and qi erupting, Chen Shi took several steps back, his expression solemn.

Feng Ji should only be at the early stage of the fifth rank, and in reality, the amount of essence blood he can mobilize is limited, far from reaching this level.

"That pill"

Chen Shi frowned, it must be the effect of the pill Feng Ji had just taken.

There are actually pills that can enhance one's essence and blood, or pills that can prematurely deplete one's essence and blood.

As expected of the second master of the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion, he certainly has some good stuff.

But it must have significant side effects; otherwise, why didn't Feng Ji use it before?

But Chen Shi couldn't think about those things right now; he was focused on how to deal with the situation.

As his essence and blood erupted, the white bone ghost claws under Feng Ji's ribs stretched out like wildly surging vines, and in the blink of an eye, they had transformed into thousands.

Thousands of skeletal ghost hands, the true thousand hands of the underworld!

"You've driven me to this point, I'm going to kill you all today."

With his strength suddenly soaring to the late stage of the fifth rank, Feng Ji appeared to be insane, staring at Chen Shi and the others with a ferocious expression.

"This is troublesome."

Chen Shi gripped the foot-long knife tightly in his hand, his brows furrowed.

At the early stage of the fifth rank, he could still fight against him. Now, at the late stage of the fifth rank, his strength has increased several times over. Just looking at those thousands of ghostly hands, it's clear that he's afraid of death and has no power to fight back.

The immediate options are either to retreat or to delay.

Although Feng Ji is strong, he is only one person. If he and Qilin separate and escape, they should be able to get away.

As for delaying, it's about delaying until Feng Ji's medicine wears off.

Drugs that drastically enhance one's essence and blood, besides having severe side effects, are inevitably unsustainable. As long as we can hold out for a while, until Feng Ji's cultivation level declines back to its original state, we can then kill him!

But the question is, can it be delayed until then?

A moment of hesitation struck Chen Shi, who couldn't help but glance at the Qilin beside him.

The Qilin's gaze was deep, clearly indicating that it was also hesitant.

"I'll kill you all"

At this moment, Feng Lin let out a roar and was about to pounce.

A decision must be made immediately.

call out!

At the critical moment, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out, and a sharp arrow shot towards them.

With blood splattering everywhere, a ninth-grade beast was shot dead on the spot.

What happened?!

Chen Shi, Qilin, and Feng Ji all looked surprised.

Tap tap tap!

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, a large group of people appeared.

This is……

The people of the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion, and their elite main force, numbering four hundred, surrounded the strange beast and Feng Ji's remaining troops.

"Why did it have to happen at this time..."

Looking at these people, Chen Shi frowned again.

If it weren't a coincidence, these people probably came because they saw his signal cannon. There aren't that many coincidences in the world.

"Chen Shi, you did a great job."

A voice rang out, the crowd parted, and Gu Tingshu walked over.

Gu Tingshu also arrived.

That makes sense. Since this is the elite force of the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion, it's reasonable for Gu Tingshu to be here.

Looking at the Qilin standing there, and then at Chen Shi beside him, Gu Tingshu revealed a satisfied smile.

Clearly, he thought Chen Shi had found the Qilin, which is why he fired the signal cannon to summon them.

Chen Shi glanced at the Qilin beside him, his face showing guilt; that was not what he meant.

Qilin didn't blame him, but simply put a little distance between himself and Chen Shi.

Feng Ji

Gu Tingshu then turned to Feng Lin, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Why aren't you staying at your Dingyuan Marquis's residence? What are you doing at Yongqiu Mountain, the domain of my Jing'an Marquis?"

"I……"

Feng Ji opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Everyone knew perfectly well that his purpose in coming to Yongqiu Mountain was to capture the Qilin.

But he couldn't say that, because Yongqiu Mountain was, after all, the fiefdom of the Marquis of Jing'an. He was already in the wrong for trespassing.

Of course, if you're in the wrong, you can use your fists to speak. But the key issue is that his fists aren't strong enough.

Even if he were on drugs, with his current cultivation level, he might not be able to defeat Gu Tingshu. As for his subordinates, after his two hundred men were slaughtered by the strange beasts, more than half of them were lost, and now only seventy or eighty remnants remain. How could they possibly be a match for Gu Tingshu's four hundred elite troops?

What to do if you're in the wrong and can't win a fight?

Seeing the thousands of ghostly hands waving around his ribs, Gu Tingshu stomped his feet in anger.

He's taken all those drugs, but now he can't even lift a finger. What a waste of all that medication!

Seeing Feng Ji's sullen expression, Gu Tingshu sneered, but did not make things too difficult for him, after all, Feng Ji was still the second master of the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion.

Between powerful families, unless things truly break down, it's still necessary to save face for each other.

His gaze then turned to the Qilin again, his face darkened, and he was about to order its capture.

Marquis of Jing'an

But just then, another voice rang out.

Another group of people surged in.

Feng Lin walked out; this time, it was the residence of the Marquis of Dingyuan.

"Third Brother"

Upon seeing Feng Lin arrive with his men, a glimmer of hope appeared in Feng Ji's eyes.

But then he couldn't help but frown.

He captured the Qilin to curry favor with the emperor and gain promotions and titles.

But now that Feng Lin has arrived, even if they succeed in the end, won't the credit go to Feng Lin? What does it have to do with him then!

"hateful!"

Feng Ji gritted his teeth, filled with resentment, only to find that all his efforts had been in vain.

Feng Lin glanced at his incompetent second brother, ignored him, and looked at Gu Tingxu with a cold smile.

Gu Tingshu glanced at Feng Lin, then at the men he had brought, and gave a soft snort.

Although Yongqiu is also part of the Dingyuan Marquis's territory, Yongqiu Mountain is ultimately the fiefdom of the Jing'an Marquis's family, and the Jing'an Marquis's family still holds greater power.

Although Feng Lin brought men, he only brought two hundred men.

If Feng Ji hadn't lost his men, the two brothers together might have been able to contend with the Jing'an Marquis's mansion, but now, they are no match at all.

"Why is Marquis Jing'an in such a hurry?"

Seeing through Gu Tingshu's meaning, Feng Lin didn't take it to heart, smiled, turned in one direction, and shouted loudly.

"Now that you're here, don't hide anymore."

Is anyone else there?

Sure enough, another group of people appeared.

There were only forty or fifty people, each wearing a mask adorned with the Lone Cloud emblem.

Fufeng Gathering!

Although they were few in number, their individual strength was much stronger than that of the soldiers of the Marquis of Jing'an and the Marquis of Dingyuan; they were at least seventh-rank martial artists.

Chen Shi's gaze swept over the people of Fufeng Society, finally settling on the woman in the middle wearing a bronze mask.

She is that elder.