Chapter 8: Old Scores and New Grudges

  Thank you again for your support, Mu Zi thanks you!

  Zi Lei unexpectedly gained insight into the method of refining his Qi and converting it into essence, and he worked hard to cultivate it for half a year. However, his achievements were not particularly great, and his Qi flow was still not very controllable, running on its own every time. On the other hand, it had clearly improved his eagle body, especially his sharp claws, which had been trained intensively, and could now shatter anything, no matter how hard or tough. Compared to when he first entered the ancient vein of Tian Shan, his strength had increased by more than a fold.

  But upon learning that Shendiao was coming after him, he still felt a bit apprehensive.

  Yan Dao's strength should not be underestimated. If it weren't for Gu Lianying's mercy at the beginning, he would have probably been killed by now!

  However, apart from anxiety, there is more indignation.

  An enemy who has destroyed my body and bound my soul will never be tolerated under the same sky!

  "It's my business, so don't bother helping me, it's time for me to take revenge!"

  Looking at the white-haired monkey king who was clapping his chest with a loud bang, Qi Lei let out a cold hum and said sternly.

  Don't be fooled by what Baimao Houwang says, it sounds good but in reality he may not be willing to obey at all, and even less so to the point of being completely devoted.

  In other words, Zire is still too weak and cannot become a king of one side.

  Of course, Zile really didn't plan to borrow the power of the Monkey King. For this vendetta, if he didn't settle it with his own hands, there would be a demon in his heart!

  Yan Dao's face was gloomy, and his expression was unhappy as he walked ahead of the crowd. He often stopped to pinch his fingers, muttering something silently before continuing on the road, winding through the dense thicket.

  From the back, he looks almost the same as half a year ago, still wearing that simple and unadorned gray-white linen garment, his snow-white long hair hanging down, hitting his clothes, with the gentle breeze blowing, his hair fluttering like an immortal emerging from the dust.

  However, when viewed from the front, everything changes completely.

  The old god who was once kind and gentle, now only has one eye left, the other socket is empty, with an inexplicable eerie feeling. His scalp also lost a piece of skin, with a big scar, very terrifying. Upon closer inspection of his face, it's far from being smooth like a baby's, but instead has several long scars, although they have healed well, they can still be faintly seen, ruining the perfect image.

  Due to the change in his appearance, he has been in pain every moment for half a year. Sometimes, he even dares not look into the mirror, afraid of seeing his current terrifying looks.

  What he could not bear even more was that after his appearance changed greatly, his reputation as a "celestial being" vanished into thin air, followed by a sharp decline in his prestige. Even though he used his "celestial being" techniques multiple times to try and salvage the situation through trickery, worldly people are short-sighted and judge others based on appearances, not caring whether or not someone has actual abilities.

  The longer it went on, the more painful it became for him, and his hatred for Qizhi grew deeper, even to the point where it had seeped into his bones. Sometimes he wanted to rush to the Qi household and slaughter them all to vent his anger, but considering the reality of the situation, he couldn't help but suppress this thought. Moreover, sometimes he even had to put on a smiling face and fawn over the Qizhi family.

  He felt that the suffering he had endured in the past six months was more than he had experienced in his entire life.

  But it was worth it!

  As long as today's goal is achieved, no matter how much suffering it takes, it's worth it!

  "Everything is for today!"

  He curled up the corner of his mouth and glanced sideways at the young man closely following behind him, revealing a gloomy and frightening smile.

  "Brother Qi, we've already ventured deep into the Tian Shan mountains, but still can't find that eagle. Is he playing tricks on us? This guy looks like no good from the start, I always feel like there's something fishy and eerie about him."

  A tall and handsome young man, with several other slender figures, walked among the crowd. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that everyone was unconsciously drawing closer to them, using their bodies to block potential attacks from all directions.

  Young Master Qifeng is the young master of the Qifeng family and the designated successor of the current head of the household. His status is noble, and even in the entire city of Tianshui, there are only a few people who can compare to him. The people who accompany him are naturally not ordinary either, they are all descendants of aristocratic families.

  Logically speaking, people like that shouldn't come to adventure, but young people always have a stubborn determination and too much curiosity, can't bear the temptation.

  Saying goodbye was a trivial matter, but no one could match his glib tongue. Relying on his former identity as Qi Lianyun's teacher, he often shamelessly entered the Qi Manor, and somehow managed to pique Qi Feng's curiosity, sneakily following him to hunt hawks with a thick face.

  He followed along, and the young masters of several prominent families in Tianshui City who were on good terms with him also couldn't sit still, and they all came out under various pretexts, sneaking around to get here. Each person naturally had to bring some guards when entering or leaving, so when they gathered together, it became a large crowd.

  The words cannot persuade the city master to help, and the military forces are dispatched to assist the hunting falcon. They can only rely on these "young masters", fortunately, the "young masters" really have some skills, especially the guards of each young master, who are all high-ranking martial artists. Even if they can't fly around like monks, jump up and down, bend their bows and pull arrows, it's still not a problem.

  "Feng brothers, you mustn't say that. It's said that the true person was ruined by the demon eagle, otherwise he would be a celestial being with a noble appearance, and we can't judge people by their looks like ordinary people do!"

  It is said that the dragon has nine sons, each with different characteristics.

  Unlike Qizhile's unrestrained and arrogant style, Qifeng is elegant and refined, a humble gentleman. In his interactions with others, he is like a gentle spring breeze that brings people great comfort without them even realizing it.

  He thought he had practiced for a few years, but the techniques were ordinary and could only deceive ordinary people. However, his ears were very useful, and with just a little attention, he heard it clearly and was so moved that he almost cried out in excitement, thinking to himself that he had finally met someone who understood him.

  "What a pity he's from the Qian family; otherwise, it would be worth getting along with him!"

  He lured Zifeng with evil intentions, wanting to make Zifeng and Zilei, the two brothers, kill each other, staging a tragic play of fratricide.

  Otherwise, how can he relieve his heart's hatred?

  "Don't worry, everyone, that beast won't escape for long. I've already sensed its presence. Get your bows ready, string them up, and prepare to fire a thousand arrows at once, let's achieve great success!"

  His voice was low and husky, yet it had a mesmerizing power. As soon as everyone heard it, their spirits, which had been flagging, suddenly became excited, and one by one they clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, ready to take action.

  This is the legendary evil spirit, if you can kill it in one move, you will definitely make a name for yourself and become famous for generations to come. If things go wrong, you may even leave behind a reputation that will be passed down through the ages, allowing ordinary people to sing your praises forever.

  Young people's pursuit of fame and wealth is always so fervent, yet they never think it through. If it were really that easy to kill, why would the saying have to bring so many people along?

  Zi Lei stood at the treetop, his eyes closed as if he was taking a short rest, but nobody knew that his divine sense had spread out in all directions like countless tentacles, probing every nook and cranny.

  Within a radius of thousands of kilometers, every single movement and sound cannot escape his divine consciousness.

  After a long time of cultivating the "Refining Spirit Decree", although he still felt the pressure of the high mountains of the sea of consciousness, the effect was also evident. Not only did it purify his soul and strengthen his soul imprint, but it also strengthened his divine consciousness, making him seem to have a thousand-mile eye and ear, so that everything around him was clear at a glance. He could sense danger near him in advance, as if he had foreknowledge.

  He believed that with the help of divine insight, no matter what tricks were used to gather people, he would always emerge victorious and even launch a counterattack to avenge his grievances.

  There is sound!

  Suddenly, he heard chaotic footsteps and heavy panting!

  This is not what elite soldiers should be like.

  Elite soldiers and powerful generals should have synchronized footsteps, unified actions, and even breathing should be steady and prolonged!

  "Can it be that you think a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs can capture me? How ridiculous!"

  Zi Lei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  In three days, you will be looking at me with new eyes!

  He still looks at people with an old gaze, it seems that he has indeed become old. Even if he is good at calculating and planning, he will not become a great talent and will end up with nothing accomplished!

  When the mind is old, there are worries, with worries, there will be no progress, and without progress, it will stagnate.

  A person who procrastinates will have no achievements to speak of!

  But suddenly, he was stunned!

  No, this is not an ordinary group of people.

  Their breath is so familiar.

  None of them were strangers, including those bodyguards, although I couldn't shout out their names, but had seen them a few times before.

  A group of relatives and acquaintances, holding bows and arrows, come to shoot and kill another relative and acquaintance!

  What a despicable and shameless thing to say!

  He had never hated words as much as he did at this moment, and even felt a desire to perish with them.

  "Look at that eagle, my god, it's only been half a year since we last saw each other, and it has grown several sizes bigger, it's like a little pony, so evil, absolutely evil."

  Everyone looked up and found Qi Lei standing on a tree branch. They couldn't help but stop in their tracks, startled by the sudden sight!

  Yan Dao's solitary eye also shot out a cold gleam in an instant, staring tightly at Qi Lei without letting go, and walked forward step by step.

  "You wretched creature, it's truly unexpected that you've grown to this extent. Unfortunately, I was lazy back then and didn't use the 'Soul-Binding Secret Technique' from the start, giving you a chance to escape and ascend."

  As he spoke, his ferocious face indeed revealed a hint of remorse, but this expression flashed by in an instant, replaced by unparalleled coldness.

  "But not this time, I won't make the same mistake twice. It's either you surrender or we fight, don't think about escaping, that will result in heavy casualties."

  Others were perplexed and couldn't understand what the words meant, but Qi Lei was crystal clear. He knew that he was threatening his own life with the lives of everyone else. If he fled without a fight, he would naturally be safe and sound, but these relatives and friends who had come here would all "meet with disaster".

  The despicable words have reached an extreme level where nothing is spared.

  Zi Lei suddenly opened his eyes and shot out two cold glows, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

  Killing intent is swirling around him!

  "Hiss!"

  He let out a long, high-pitched cry, flapping his wings wildly, like an arrow off the string, and dived straight at Sheng.