vrcanaries Chapter 237 Destined Fate
Chapter 237 Destined Fate
Ji Kongliang tapped the table lightly, thinking about what Li Ziyou said. As the patriarch of a clan, he had no mercy on his slaves. They were just consumables, and he would not think that they would deceive him. What he was thinking about at the moment was whether the Will of the Galaxy would lie and convey false information through Li Ziyou's mouth.
After thinking for a moment, he called the guards at the door.
“Seal off the Ji Mansion and don’t let anyone in or out.
When the main force arrived, the branch force also arrived. The two teams, which were incompatible with each other, immediately became alert.
The leading elder took out the clan leader's warrant.
"The clan leader has ordered that no one is allowed to enter or leave the Ji Mansion at will. What are you doing here?"
"Retreat quickly!"
The elder of the branch also stood up and looked at the elder with the warrant with disdain.
"Warrant? What the hell is that? This is the Ji family, not your main branch of the Ji family. We come and go as we please. What can you do about it?"
The provoked elder's face flushed red with anger.
Although the branch would not obey the arrangements of the main branch, it would not take the initiative to ignite the war. The two teams confronted each other in front of Ji's mansion.
……
In front of the dark blue wooden door, Kun Ling stood there silently.
She slowly spoke to the shadow behind her: "Lin Miaomiao has made all the arrangements. It's my turn to go in next."
"Do you know all the information about Ruoshui?"
Kun Ling nodded slightly, "I understand."
The shadow remained silent and nodded heavily.
"be careful."
"Be sure to pay attention to safety."
Kun Ling raised her hand, gently grasped the handle, twisted it, and walked into the starry sky.
……
In the bitterly cold snow, broken branches were scattered all over the ground and buried by the snow.
Walking on the snow, the boy in the cowboy hat seemed unaware of the cold as he walked step by step towards his set goal.
The raging wind and snow engulfed his figure.
Feng Shuang failed again and fell from the air, landing heavily on the snow.
This was the umpteenth time they had failed. They kept trying and making modifications, but they never succeeded.
It can even be said that there was not even a single chance of success.
The long period of failure even made Feng Shuang want to give up, as if recreating [rebirth from the ashes] was something that was doomed to fail.
After so many failures, every time Feng Han changed, he gave her the impression that he had something to say but didn't dare to. Gradually, she seemed to understand something.
"[Rebirth from the Ashes], is it true that only at the moment of death is this ritual truly initiated?"
"The prerequisite for resurrection from the dead is to first experience death before being resurrected again."
"Never have they tried to reach this point. Not only is Feng Han afraid, but Feng Shuang is also filled with fear of death. Even though she is so stubborn, she dare not risk her own life."
Lying on the snow, the melted snow soaked her clothes, Feng Shuang smiled bitterly.
"Perhaps, it is because of cowardice that this happens."
Feng Han saw it and felt pain in his heart. Now he completely obeyed Feng Shuang. He could feel Feng Shuang's frustration and paranoia after many attempts.
A long time ago, after her failure, she would no longer let Feng Han get close to her, so he could only watch silently from a distance.
In this bitterly cold place, an uninhabited restricted area, the crisp sound of stepping on snow came from afar, startling the sensitive Feng Han.
At first he thought he had misheard, but the subsequent footsteps were so clear that he turned his head to look at the direction where the sound came from, his brows furrowed, his body tense, ready to fight at any time.
But the wind and snow were so strong that the figure of the person walking towards them was obscured and blurred.
After an unknown amount of time, the man who was walking towards him stopped and raised his hand to knock the snow off the brim of his hat.
At this time, Feng Shuang also felt his presence. This place was where their father left behind. It was an absolute secret. It was unlikely that anyone would pass by here because there was nothing here except wind and snow.
However, Feng Shuang had no strength left after failing so many times. She struggled to stand up, sat on the ground, and looked at the figure in the wind and snow.
The man took off his hat and bowed.
"Hello, my name is Ling, and I hope to meet you two."
Feng Han's eyes were fixed on Ling. His face was not covered, and the cowboy hat could not hide his features. He looked about the same age as Feng Shuang.
Feng Han put his hands in his pockets, and at this moment he quietly activated a magic weapon shaped like an eye pupil. Suddenly, his pupils turned dark, and the white snow in his eyes turned into a dark shadow. The air was filled with thick green, and there was no color on his body, just grayish white.
His brow furrowed even more, "Grayish?"
"He's an ordinary person? A being that hasn't even reached the first level yet?"
"But without special means to resist the wind and snow here, even a third-level cultivator would be doomed to die. He could have walked in so easily, so he couldn't possibly be at a lower level. If not, could he be his father's illegitimate child?"
Then Feng Han shook his head. Although his father's behavior was a bit indecent, it was still unlikely that he had an illegitimate child.
Excluding the idea of an illegitimate child, it means that the other party's realm is extremely high. Even the fourth-level [Eye of True Vision] cannot see the other party's realm. He must be at least at the fifth level.
"This person cannot fight. If he fights, Feng Shuang, who is exhausted, and I, who haven't even reached the third level yet, will surely die."
At this moment, his heart sank to the bottom of the lake. Feng Han calmed himself down and pretended to be interested and asked, "Hello, my name is Feng Han. What can I do for you?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Ling's mouth. "Young people are straightforward. I don't need to be polite with you anymore."
He raised his hand and pulled out a wooden door filled with blue light from the wind and snow.
"I thought you would be interested in participating in a secret event."
Ling's black pupils swept across their bodies, causing them some discomfort, as if all the secrets hidden deep in their hearts had been seen through by his pupils.
"The answer you want may be in it."
Feng Han and Feng Shuang fell into a brief silence. Snow fell from the sky and hit their bodies, bringing a little chill, but the chill of the wind and snow was far less than the biting chill brought by Ling's words.
Ling ignored their expressions and continued speaking.
"Besides, there might be someone we know inside. Don't you want to go in and talk to them?"
"That was the key figure in your quest for the Phoenix Feather."
"Are you really not going to renew this kind of fate?"
"He obtained all of Wang Ji's relics, so it's inevitable that there will be research related to Feng Yu among them."
Ling grinned, as if he had anticipated something interesting was about to happen.
He pulled his arm away from the wooden door.
"The wooden door only lasts for thirty minutes. After that time, it will disappear. It's up to you whether you want to enter or not."
As he spoke, Ling looked at Feng Han and his lips moved slightly.
Although the voice was small, it sounded like thunder in Feng Han's ears.
"This is the destined fate."