The Long Journey to Immortality

This brief pause also gave the phoenixes watching the competition time to discuss among themselves.

Feng You became the busiest person at this moment, even busier than Han Lu and Feng Zhilan, who were standing facing each other behind the barrier.

Because his daughter, Han Lu, had displayed a miraculous technique that could kill True Spirits of a higher level, Feng You naturally became the object of the telepathic inquiry.

Most of the Phoenix seniors who were watching from the sidelines and could speak with Feng You immediately sent telepathic messages to Feng You, asking about the origin of Han Lu's move.

Since they were all friends, Fengyou could only reply to them one by one.

Although Feng You did not know the specific origin of Han Lu's nameless move, he could guess that Han Lu must have learned it from an "ancient cultivator".

However, he did not reveal anything about his own daughter when answering the question.

He simply replied.

"This is a sword technique that my daughter learned from a highly skilled human cultivator."

The answer was somewhat perfunctory, but there was nothing wrong with it.

The sensible phoenixes stopped asking, while the tactless ones who wanted to ask further questions were ignored by Feng You, who was secretly pleased with himself.

"She truly is my daughter."

Among the bystanders, Feng Mengrong's psychological changes were the most complex.

Because of her background, she only learned of Han Lu's name more than half a year ago.

Therefore, she knew far more than the many Phoenix seniors present that Han Lu had only advanced to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage in the last month or two, and she also had a more accurate grasp of Han Lu's approximate strength.

The moves Han Lu just used clearly exceeded what she thought Han Lu's abilities were up to.

In addition, there was her consistent dislike for Han Lu and the fact that Feng Zhilan was her sister.

Feng Mengrong's current feelings can only be described as shock.

"That's amazing!"

"Is it because of this strange spirit sword that this move possesses such terrifying power?"

"My sister seems to have suffered a serious injury. How could a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator injure a True Spirit comparable to an early-stage Golden Core cultivator?"

"Han Lu is acting strangely. Could it be that Zhen Feng has really gone blind?"

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No one knew what Feng Mengrong was thinking, but those around her, seeing the changes in her expression, assumed she was worried about her sister's injuries.

After pausing for a moment, Han Lu patiently waited for Feng Zhilan to recover from her injuries while reflecting on the flaws in her previous sword strike.

"I guess my understanding of the sword intent carried by those sword winds is still too shallow."

"Moreover, the gap between my cultivation level and Feng Zhilan's is too great."

"The defensive magic she used did have some defensive effect."

"In the end, it was only because of Feng Zhilan's carelessness and the sharpness of the spirit sword that this result was achieved."

"It seems I need to spend more time studying these two sword techniques. They must be two gold mines worth a fortune."

"But this is enough for now..."

Han Lu laughed inwardly.

She had every reason and the right to be happy that she could fight a True Spirit in the Transformation Realm to such an end without being bound by rules.

Having just recovered from her superficial injuries, Feng Zhilan was somewhat dazed after this attack, as if she had been under an illusion.

Unable to pinpoint the brilliance of that sword strike, she could only attribute it all to her own carelessness.

At the same time, she comforted herself, "After all, I am only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. Such a powerful sword strike only caused me minor injuries. This must be Han Lu's most powerful move."

"Don't panic, take it one step at a time. We can't afford to lose face in front of so many compatriots."

After a brief pause, ten breaths later, just as Feng Zhilan felt she had recovered most of her strength and was ready to fight again, Han Lu spoke up.

"Feng Zhilan, do you still want to fight? Why not just leave it at that and not insist on a winner, lest it damage our relationship?"

Having issued a ceasefire request in the posture of a victor, and considering the small rule regarding the timing of this competition, Feng Zhilan immediately assumed that Han Lu had run out of stamina and was just stalling for time.

"That must be it. But how many times can someone with only a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation level use such a move?"

"Otherwise, why didn't Han Lu press her advantage just now, but instead watched me recover and heal?"

Thinking of this, Feng Zhilan didn't say anything, but expressed her fighting spirit through her actions.

With a flap of her wings, Feng Zhilan shot towards Han Lu's location like a sharp arrow.

Unfortunately, the injury to her wing greatly affected her speed.

This turned her speed advantage, which was much better than Han Lu's, into a disadvantage.

Such a direct attack, presented in a relatively slow manner, was easily countered by Han Lu, who still had plenty of energy left.

Faced with Feng Zhilan's external martial arts attacks, Han Lu chose to use her movement skills to dodge by waving the light wings on her back.

If you really can't dodge, then use your spirit sword to block or parry.

More than half of the time has passed. Facing Feng Zhilan, whose cultivation surpasses his own, the best strategy is to avoid her sharp edge and maneuver around her indirectly.

"Perfect, I can also take this opportunity to practice my skills in controlling the light wings on my back."

"I imagine this thing is more than just a pair of pretty wings."

Feng Zhilan, however, became somewhat impulsive due to her wounds and the "humiliation" she had just suffered, and only wanted to leave similar wounds on Han Lu to save face.

Unbeknownst to her, the thought of beating Han Lu and winning the competition within the limited time had quietly left her mind because of Han Lu's outstanding performance.

However, such brute force would naturally not pose a threat to Han Lu, who still had 70% of her spiritual power remaining and was in a fully recovered state.

Han Lu dodged nimbly, appearing completely at ease.

Time flew by.

After the two had been chasing and fighting for a full eighty rounds, the allotted time for the contest, which was about half a cup of tea's time, had come to an end.

After exchanging a glance with another judge, Feng Yufei, who also looked unwell, they both intervened in the competition, separating Han Lu and Feng Zhilan.

Since Han Lu won, the task of announcing the result fell to Yu Feng, who was acting as the referee.

The fact that the referee chose a clansman with higher cultivation than Han Lu to fight against her but failed to win made it difficult for him to calmly conclude the matter.

Finally, the referee from the Prison Phoenix Clan simply said, "You've won. You can go back with Feng You now," and said no more.

Chapter 391 Feng Mengrong

Although Feng Zhilan's spirit was not as strong as Feng Wuyi's, who was also defeated by Han Lu, she was unable to accept the result of defeat because so many compatriots were watching.

As her sister pulled her away, Feng Zhilan didn't forget to send a telepathic message to Han Lu, wanting to challenge her to another duel.

"Han Lu, let's have another match next time. There will be no time limit or any other restrictions. I'm determined to settle things with you."

Because Han Lu's cultivation level has not yet reached the Golden Core realm, she is unable to respond to the challenge via telepathy. However, if she were to speak under these circumstances, it would seem like she was talking to herself without any context, which would be quite awkward.

Therefore, Han Lu, who did not want to fight Feng Zhilan again, could only watch the wishful-thinking Feng Zhilan leave.

One message followed by another.

This time, it was sent by Feng Zhilan's older sister, Feng Mengrong.

"Han Lu, see you again in the Central Plains."

It was the same: just one sentence, and Han Lu wasn't given a chance to respond.

But Feng Mengrong's words at least confirmed to Han Lu that Feng Mengrong, with her "modern" style of dress, must have some connection with the Central Plains region.

In response to this telepathic message, Han Lu nodded in the direction of Feng Mengrong.

Compared to other phoenixes, Han Lu is much less hostile towards its fellow phoenixes.

Even though Feng Mengrong and she didn't get along in the clan, Han Lu still believed that this seemingly unapproachable phoenix would offer her some help in the Central Plains.

Otherwise, why leave this message? Are you looking for revenge for bullying your sister?

Han Lu thought that even if she didn't necessarily have to become like sisters with the other person, it wouldn't hurt to get to know them a little.

Despite her thoughts, Han Lu decided to ask around about Feng Mengrong's general situation before deciding whether to contact her.

One should not have the heart to harm others, but one must be wary of others. After experiencing a series of troubles that came to her door from the Phoenix Clan, Han Lu became more and more convinced of this.

Having successfully passed the test, the Phoenix Clan elders on Han Lu's side naturally stepped forward to congratulate her.

For those who weren't familiar with him, he simply offered a congratulatory message.

A few of the more familiar people praised Han Lu.

Meanwhile, Feng You, the father, and Feng Yufei, a relative and senior, inquired about the various aspects of Han Lu's earlier competition.

With a large crowd gathered, Han Lu couldn't explain things too clearly, so she only briefly mentioned the matter of semi-realistic spiritual transformation.

She also gave an account of those magical treasures, especially the soft rope, which Han Lu even boasted about.

As for the sword techniques she used, Han Lu only mentioned them briefly and did not talk about them in front of everyone.

Since it wasn't a genuine spiritual technique, keeping it a secret was understandable, and no one pressed for details.

After offering a few more words of congratulations and casually mentioning attending the wedding banquet, the phoenixes surrounding Han Lu and Feng You dispersed, leaving space for Feng Rubing, Han Lu, and Feng You.

“Little sister,” Feng Rubing still stubbornly addressed Han Lu with this slightly distant form of address before the wedding began, “You learned that sword move from Senior Fang Lin, didn’t you?”

Han Lu nodded and spoke the truth, "I've only grasped the basics; I'm still a long way from Senior Fang Lin's level."

Feng Rubing didn't hold back her praise, saying, "Sister, you really are a genius."

The more outstanding Han Lu was, the happier Feng Rubing, her future stepmother, naturally became.

Feng You, on the other hand, was more concerned about being able to leave Fengqi Forest after winning.

However, he first praised Han Lu before saying, "Now go pack your things, we'll set off immediately."

After a slight delay of a few days, Feng You didn't want the few guests who were enthusiastic about the matter to arrive at Sanfeng Forest earlier than the three "protagonists" of the wedding. Instead, he asked his clansmen to help with the reception.

Han Lu didn't have much to pack. After going back, she only took some miscellaneous items with her and went to say goodbye to Feng Hanchi, the senior she still had a deal with.

After finishing these tasks, Han Lu, Feng You, and Feng Rubing transformed into their true spirit forms and set off for home.

Because Feng Tian was absent on the return trip, and because there was an urgent matter, the return journey was much faster.