Chapter 800: Yao Yao Comes

"Little Marquis!" nearby, two divine archers and knights cried out. Prince Plume was killed right in front of them; if he hadn't possessed a substitute death talisman, he would surely have died.

They charged forward together to rescue Prince Plume.

The previous attack had been astonishing; Prince Plume completely disintegrated into a mist of blood, his armor exploding. It was as if he had been slain once.

As the blood mist dispersed, a crystal-clear divine talisman, covered in cracks, remained on the spot. Prince Plume's soul light was gathering around it.

"Give me the spatial bracelet!" Prince Plume growled.

Although he had exploded moments ago, his right hand remained intact. Chu Feng had intentionally allowed it to pass through the colorful light, leaving him with one hand and the dark golden bracelet. Chu Feng had personally witnessed Prince Plume embezzling and stealing divine beast blood, though he didn't know if Plume had consumed it. Furthermore, as a young marquis, he surely possessed valuable items, making his spatial artifact worth keeping.

However, as those individuals rushed over, Ying Zhexian swept the dark golden spatial bracelet with her five-colored divine light and instantly took it.

"Oh, a jar of divine beast blood!" Ying Zhexian opened it on the spot, her expression changing.

"Ah..." Prince Plume roared, feeling immense distress. He couldn't accept this outcome; he had come to hunt down a few ghost slaves. In his eyes, what were these yin spirits? A single charge from his cavalry should have shattered their soul light. But what was the result? Not only had he failed to obtain the desired holy medicine or divine beast blood—a great fortune—but he had also put himself in jeopardy, even losing the divine beast blood he carried. This nearly drove him mad!

"Kill them for me!" Prince Plume's soul light converged around the crystal-clear divine talisman, and his form began to materialize. At this moment, he was hysterical, acting madly, shouting loudly, "Kill them for me! Destroy them! Destroy them all!"

Just days ago, these yin spirits he was chasing had turned around, shattered his physical body, and now suppressed him, a young marquis of his standing. How could he possibly endure this? At this point, Prince Plume's mental state was unbalanced. With his physical body destroyed, he naturally understood that the tide had turned completely. It would have been fine if his ten thousand cavalry were here, but what did he have left now? Two divine archers and four knights. How could they possibly stop Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian?

"Ah, kill! Kill them for me!" he roared, his eyes red like a gambler.

"Protect the young marquis, retreat!" a knight whispered. They still had swift-travel talismans that could transport them hundreds of miles.

Unfortunately, Chu Feng gave them no chance. In mid-air, he and Ying Zhexian jointly unleashed another seven-colored beam, engulfing the two divine archers below who were nocking arrows, and enveloping the four knights. They dissolved into a bloody light, their forms and spirits completely obliterated without even breaking apart.

"Too brutal! These are all prey! We could have used their divine particles through extraordinary techniques to evolve!" Ouyang Feng cried out.

"My apologies, a mistake," Chu Feng said. "But don't they still have a large contingent of cavalry? We can go find them later!"

At this moment, Prince Plume's soul light had fully reconstituted. His eyes were filled with venomous resentment. This was the greatest loss he had ever suffered in his life. If he had been killed by an adversary from the Moon Goddess's side, he might have been able to accept it. However, to be counter-killed by a few yin spirits and ghosts he once looked down upon and completely disregarded—this was something he truly could not accept. He had once been high and mighty, leading ten thousand cavalry to rout these foreign yin spirits, with no one daring to resist him. Now, to have fallen to this state, his mind was completely unbalanced.

"Hmm, this is genuine, pure divine beast blood. Thank you, young marquis Prince Plume!" In mid-air, after examining the jade jar, Chu Feng smiled as he looked down at Prince Plume on the ground.

Prince Plume's eyes blazed with fury, and he directly spat out a mouthful of "soul blood." He was truly enraged. This incident was enough to scar him for life, assuming he lived.

Ouyang Feng, carrying the dark noble guest on his back, slowly ambled forward and said, "Our benevolent young marquis, our charitable Brother Prince Plume, thank you! You've traveled thousands of miles to deliver divine beast blood to us, and at the same time, you've proactively come to your door for us to beat you up. We are truly grateful."

Upon hearing these words and seeing Ouyang Feng elegantly strutting like a swan, Prince Plume coughed up another large mouthful of soul blood with a "pffft." He was truly going insane. Such words were too grating, truly piercing his heart and lungs, making him terribly uncomfortable. Thinking back to how arrogant he had been just a few days ago, barely even bothering to look at Jun Tuo's son, and now he was a prisoner.

"Yin spirit, don't get too smug! The foreign realm you inhabit will eventually have its boundary wall breached by us. The Martial God has been researching for many years; we will cross over! Even if your father, Jun Tuo, is truly a formidable figure, he'll be nothing before the Martial God's fierce generals, and he'll be reduced to dust!" Prince Plume said this with a grim expression.

"Damn it, if I can't kill you, I'll blast you into dust first!" Ouyang Feng grew anxious, enraged beyond words. He unleashed a barrage of attacks, displaying divine beast martial arts, his soul light shimmering.

Bang, bang, bang...

Prince Plume was sent flying repeatedly. He no longer retaliated because it was pointless. Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian watched from above; if that seven-colored light were to descend, his substitute death talisman would undoubtedly shatter again, wasted for nothing.

"Young marquis, cooperate a little. We'll give you a dignified death," Chu Feng said.

"You want to kill me?" Prince Plume's expression changed, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Then he loudly declared, "My father is Marquis Lingwei! You might not know his status and power—he's one of the Martial God's generals! If you kill me, there will be no place for you in the entire desolate realm! Fleeing anywhere will be useless!"

"Isn't there still the Moon Goddess? We'll go to her territory," Ying Zhexian said calmly.

That single sentence immediately left Prince Plume choking, opening his mouth but unable to speak.

At this moment, Ying Xiaoxiao also flew over from the horizon, incredibly excited, shouting, "We finally caught this pig-headed young marquis! He chased us so brutally just recently. Let's beat him into a pig's head first!"

Prince Plume glared. Now even a little loli dared to say such things to him. Although she was incredibly beautiful, it was still unbearable.

"Brother-in-law, he threatened me! There's murderous intent in his eyes!" Ying Xiaoxiao complained.

"Alright, brother-in-law will help you vent your anger!" Chu Feng smiled and nodded. With a resounding boom, he slapped down, making Prince Plume furious and ready to retaliate.

"Behave yourself!" Ouyang Feng gracefully approached again, preparing to strike and beat Prince Plume.

In the sky, Ying Zhexian glared at Chu Feng, her peerlessly beautiful face showing displeasure, annoyance, and warning. At the same time, she secretly warned Ying Xiaoxiao. Otherwise, if the little girl kept calling him "brother-in-law," it would truly become a habit.

"What's wrong? Aren't you two already cultivating together?" the silver-haired loli mumbled. Then, with an old-fashioned air, she added, "Are young people nowadays so open-minded? Do they all like to indulge themselves without aiming for a lasting outcome? I truly don't understand you young folks."

The moment these words came out, Ying Zhexian no longer wanted to fight Prince Plume; she desperately wanted to beat up her sister!

"Young marquis, my apologies for the offense just now. Come, let's have a good talk. Actually, it's not impossible for you to live," Chu Feng said, giving him hope.

"Speak, what do you want?" Prince Plume replied straightforwardly.

"I'd like to learn more advanced extraordinary techniques from you. Please enlighten me," Chu Feng smiled.

Wanting to seize his extraordinary techniques yet speaking so elegantly—Prince Plume wanted to punch him in the face. He truly hated this ghost slave.

"No, not even my father, Marquis Lingwei, can obtain complete advanced extraordinary techniques, let alone me," Prince Plume shook his head. The extraordinary techniques Prince Plume possessed were only intermediate level, commonly held by some divine archers and stronger knights in the army, not considered top-secret. Chu Feng had already acquired these from him earlier.

"That's truly regrettable. You have nothing left worth exchanging," Chu Feng sighed.

"Alright, then hand this grandson over to me! Earlier, when he chased this Divine King on a ten-thousand-mile escape, my body was singed by arrows many times, and this grandson was still laughing behind me, calling me 'ghost slave' over and over! It truly infuriates your Great Ancestor Ouyang, the Divine King! I'll beat him!"

As he spoke, Ouyang Feng delivered a direct "swan cry" attack, pressing a claw onto Prince Plume's face. Both were currently in soul form, making their attacks highly effective. Prince Plume was sent flying, utterly enraged. He could no longer tolerate it. He felt that even if he cooperated, the other party wouldn't spare him. If that was the case, he might as well fight; there was no need to grovel.

"Boom!" He activated his soul light, striking at Ouyang Feng.

However, he was blasted away by Ouyang Feng's Great Roc Spreading Wings technique, sending the divine son flying. Ouyang Feng now possessed a positive soul as a divine beast, a rapid and immense improvement compared to before. In any world, divine beasts were formidable; few could match them at the same cultivation level.

"Search his soul. Learn about the origins and secrets of his extraordinary techniques, and see if there's anything noteworthy." Chu Feng signaled Ying Zhexian, indicating they needed to join forces to completely suppress Prince Plume, preventing him from self-destructing or resisting, so they could search his soul.

The two flew side-by-side, their soul lights merging. They once again unleashed the Seven Treasures Divine Art, enveloping Prince Plume and pinning him motionless.

"Grandson, let's see you act arrogant now!" Ouyang Feng rushed over, first kicking him around, then directly searching his soul.

A moment later, his expression turned grim. Finally, the divine talisman within Prince Plume's soul light flickered, appearing as if it was about to explode. Then, a majestic voice resounded, saying, "Who dares to search the soul of my man?!"

The imprint left by Marquis Lingwei on that divine talisman revived, emitting terrifying fluctuations. With a "hiss," a phantom emerged, hovering in mid-air. Though lacking energy, it possessed an astonishing wisp of law fluctuation.

"Father?" Prince Plume was astonished, then incredibly excited and joyful. His father had left a wisp of soul light in the imprint within his body?

"Retreat!" Chu Feng shouted. In fact, Ouyang Feng had already fled. The moment he saw something was wrong, he swiftly took off. The silver-haired loli was also incredibly nimble, disappearing in a flash.

This phantom fixed its gaze on Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian, sensing that these two were the real threats.

With a chime, Chu Feng activated his soul bell, which hovered above his and Ying Zhexian's soul lights. Then, they jointly unleashed the Seven Treasures Divine Art again with a powerful boom, but this time it was channeled through the soul bell. The seven-colored brilliance, amplified by the soul bell, burst forth with even more astonishing energy.

"Hmm?!" The phantom was startled. After all, it was just a wisp of soul light, not a true soul; its adaptability and reactions could not compare to a living person. This wisp of soul light directly clashed, and a heaven-shaking power erupted between them.

Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian were sent flying, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. The soul bell also flew diagonally, ringing incessantly! However, the wisp of the phantom ultimately exploded with a "pop."

"Father!?" Prince Plume was shocked. One must know that his father's soul light definitely carried the might of a sub-saint. Yet, it was ultimately obliterated. How astonishing must the two's divine art be? Consider their cultivation realm and age! This outcome was enough to shock the world.

"Fortunately, it was just a wisp of soul light, difficult to sustain. Otherwise, we would surely have died!" Chu Feng sighed.

"You can hit the road!" Ouyang Feng said. He attacked from the side, striking down Prince Plume. Prince Plume tried to fight desperately, but Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian also made their move, not wanting any more complications, and directly suppressed and killed him. The substitute death talisman shattered four times in succession. Prince Plume screamed in terror, disintegrating into a rain of light particles, his form and spirit utterly annihilated!

Meanwhile, in a city a hundred thousand miles away, Marquis Lingwei's heart twitched. He then shot up, shouting, "How dare someone kill my son! You have guts! I will eradicate all of you!"

Although several days had passed in this world, only an instant had elapsed in Chu Feng and the others' original universe.

At the same time, on Earth, in the East Sea, at Immortal Mountain. The Black Ox called out to his friends, asking who wanted to join them in campaigning in the foreign realm, saying it offered rapid advancement but was also very dangerous. Yet, not a single person responded. As the old donkey put it, cultivation was valuable, but life was more precious; he wouldn't go even if it killed him.

"Son, son, go ahead, Old Black. I, Lu Feiyang, will recite scriptures for you every day. Go boldly to the foreign realm, off you go!"

"Damn it, reciting scriptures for me every day—are you trying to send me off to the afterlife?" The Black Ox's already dark face grew even darker.

"Brother Ox, have a good journey, we won't see you off!" The Northeast Tiger, Zhou Quan, and others all shook their heads, refusing to go no matter what.

Then, the Yellow Ox went directly to Kunlun to meet Princess Yao Yao. As a result, upon hearing the news, Yao Yao immediately came with him to Immortal Island.

"Only souls can cross over. Who will journey with me to campaign in the foreign realm, illuminate the heavens there, and forge a glorious nation!"

Yao Yao intended to go, and with her call, in a flurry, everyone raised their hands, indicating they absolutely had to follow!

The Black Ox rolled his eyes and said, "What do you mean? I tell you not to go, but the moment Princess Yao Yao says she's going, you all tag along eagerly, with lewd smiles all over your faces. Isn't that unfair?"

"Going with you would probably be like throwing meat buns to a dog—a one-way trip with no return! But Princess Yao Yao, she's the first under the starry sky, unmatched throughout the ancient universe. Of course, we have to follow her!"

"Campaign, foreign realm!" Yao Yao waved her hand, radiating peerless grace, and led the group on their journey!

"Me too!" Young Lady Xi also shouted, wanting to go along.