Chapter 8, The divine crane soars high, its aspirations filling the tower with wind

Xiao Chengfeng reminded himself to remain calm, thus suppressing his desire to ambush the drunken old man. At this moment, he firmly remembered: only by mastering "Drunken Flowers, Drunken Dreams, Drunken Sorrows" could he surpass his opponent. Therefore, he pretended to be unable to resolve his acupoints and was dragged by the drunken old man into the courtyard

Then the old drunkard laughed loudly and said, "I used poison to ruin their throats, didn't I?"

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback; among the wealth he had obtained on Tianling Peak, there happened to be emerald coral—could it be that this old man already knew his identity? Without hesitation, he activated his storage ring, and a six-foot-tall emerald coral, glowing with a green light and intricately carved from jade, appeared before the bartender

His hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he was unable to wield even a hint of the Crimson Heart Technique with his sword

Xiao Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, took out the dragon-shaped jade pendant, and those middle-aged men bowed to Xiao Chengfeng three times.

Xiao Chengfeng, in a fit of anger, laughed coldly and said, "I would rather die at your hands today than endure humiliation and bear the burden, watching your beastly face!" The seven moves of the Pink Sword Technique surged forth from his hand, instantly filling the heavens and the earth with a pink aura. The sword in Xiao Chengfeng's hand, like fingers resembling flowers, was gently crushed, releasing an endless fragrance.

Xiao Chengfeng seemed to see once again the magnificent scene of countless butterflies sacrificing themselves, how powerful the green dragon was, yet it became utterly vulnerable in front of the butterflies

At this moment, the world is filled with flowers resembling rosy powder, covering the entire area for miles around

( End of the previous episode )

Suddenly, Xiao Chengfeng's sword technique trembled gently, and the countless withered flowers bloomed anew! His heart was boiling, moved by his own swordsmanship and his own experiences

Xiao Chengfeng hurriedly followed, but how could he catch up? He circled around the outskirts of the city and just arrived at a secluded path when he suddenly heard a scream. He quickly turned and flew over, and upon reaching the top of the wall, he was filled with righteous fury upon seeing the scene before him.

Is he really going to die here

Xiao Chengfeng watched as the old man continuously drank dozens of bottles, eventually collapsing onto the table in a drunken stupor. He promptly settled the bill and helped the old man into a room to rest. Meanwhile, he strolled slowly through the courtyard, feeling the moonlight gently drape over his shoulders, and let out a soft sigh

Xiao Chengfeng followed the old man to a tavern in the coastal city of Nanhai. At that moment, the old man appeared completely frail and decrepit. Xiao Chengfeng walked along obediently when the old man suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said: "From now on, you may address me as Senior Drunkard."

Sigh... The events of the past are best left unspoken. You should focus on mastering that sword technique immediately

At this moment, his heart was filled with indignation, and his sword technique suddenly danced in the air, executed seamlessly. Xiao Chengfeng felt a surge of excitement, wondering if such a marvelous move could only be cultivated in a state of desperation

That move is a sword technique filled with the utmost melancholy

Xiao Chengfeng felt that the sunlight was exceptionally blinding, yet the old drunkard who descended from the sky said lightly: "I have been hungry for fifty days, and it is time for you to see the world."

Xiao Chengfeng could not help but feel a deep sorrow upon hearing this. At that moment, he clenched his fists and said in a stern voice: "I must avenge my predecessor"

He had been resting in the courtyard for quite some time, just about to return to his chamber for a break, when he suddenly sensed a surge of magical energy flowing from the direction of the drunkard's room. He quickly held his breath and then noticed an old man darting out of the window of the room; it was indeed the drunkard. The drunkard immediately cast a wind-based flying spell and vanished into the air like lightning

A gust of wind swept by, warm and gentle. Xiao Chengfeng seemed to hear a song from afar, turning over countless emotions in his heart, as if struck by something, trembling, moved by a mysterious heroic spirit. Indeed,

Perhaps you are still indignant about the old man in the prison, yet anyone knows that the Elder Crane has no brothers; that person is myself. The reason I have chosen this method is simply because I know how to cultivate the Crimson Powder Sword Technique. Only in a desperate situation can you, esteemed one, practice the sword with peace of mind, and only under the weight of hatred can the Crimson Powder Sword Technique be executed seamlessly.

Xiao Chengfeng was utterly bewildered, yet the pale-faced scholar cast a sorrowful glance at the drunken old man and said with deep sorrow: "My master has died in his rightful place; surely the esteemed one has perfected the eighth move of the Red Powder Sword Technique into the *Diagram* and *Book* skills"

It is unclear how much time has passed, but Xiao Chengfeng has perfected the seven sword techniques to an extraordinary level. However, no matter how he attempts to integrate them, he cannot execute the eighth move. When he inquired of the elder next door, there was not a single response.

Xiao Chengfeng gazed intently at the deceased divine crane elder, his eyes already blurred with tears

Xiao Chengfeng felt a sudden shock in his mind—could that drunken old man actually be the Elder Divine Crane? And could the Elder Divine Crane be a disciple from the Outer Academy of the Crimson Academy? ... He suddenly recalled that the Elder Divine Crane had lost his left arm—surely his left little finger had also been severed long ago

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback and asked, "Who are you?"

Xiao Chengfeng took a deep breath and said, "Since you fear the Red Powder Sword Technique the most, how can I slowly demonstrate it to you, allowing you to find its flaws?" At this moment, he had already guessed the intention of the drunken old man.

The candle flickers as the stars fall, leaving no regrets in death; the flower rain intoxicates, turning into sorrow. Wielding a sword against the vast sky, riding a crane for thousands of miles, the bitter wine has drained my tears, yet my heart remains fervent. Spring flowers are indeed hard to hold, but in the depths of love, the flowers bloom eternally.

Xiao Chengfeng gritted his teeth and said: "That despicable person, he actually carried out a massacre and even wants to eliminate all traces..."

Between heaven and earth, it seems to be filled with a vast and righteous energy, and then countless flowers bloom, their fragrance subtle and enchanting, completely surrounding the old man

The image of the snowy seaside flashed before her eyes, as she gently bit her cherry lips, feeling shy like a blooming flower in response to her own unusual reaction, while in front of the maid, she appeared as a proud princess; upon hearing that she was hoped to stay, she turned around like lightning, revealing an unmistakable smile on her face

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback: how did the other party know he would make a single move? Could it be that his every action was under the old man's watch? ... This was indeed a colossal conspiracy ...

With a sword in hand, I journey westward, wielding a blade that has danced through life and death, compelling the leader of the six great families, Beiming Luoye, to accept defeat willingly

Youyou awoke, only to find himself in a dungeon devoid of light. Meanwhile, Xiao Chengfeng discovered that the true essence in his dantian had been sealed. At this moment, he was filled with righteous indignation: since he could still move, he would never lose heart! Thus, he took out the ancient book from his storage ring and once again studied the crimson heart technique.

The gentle visage of the Red Lotus Fairy remained serene even in her final moments, reflecting the meticulous side of Zong Tianxing's bold and unrestrained spirit—sharing a moment with him as they discussed the heroes of the world, without even questioning the reasons, simply accompanying him through life and death, solely because of his grand and lofty demeanor

Hearing your voice, it seems you are still quite young... What you just mentioned about the Qi Dragon rotation appears to be a form of true energy technique. I must inform you that the Qi Dragon acupoint is located one inch to the left of the Fire Phoenix acupoint.

At this moment, there was unexpectedly a row of twenty to thirty children in the courtyard. Upon seeing the drunken old man, their faces instantly turned pale. They wanted to speak, but only sounds of "chattering" escaped their lips.

Yet he heard the excited voice of the old man: "It seems that the true essence within you has reached a new level." Xiao Chengfeng suddenly felt that the voice was extraordinarily familiar. He was taken aback for a moment, and finally could not help but say: "Senior's voice..."

This is because only by fully mastering the first seven sword techniques can one naturally integrate them into the final move. In my earlier years, I was acquainted with the Red Lotus Fairy, which is why I am aware of this point

However, he was unaware that the number of those who knew about the Qi Dragon Cavern was very few, and that the Qi Dragon Cavern would only respond when the entire body's true energy was blocked. Moreover, had he not consumed the Purple Light Inner Pill and the Ice Jade Ginseng, it would have been impossible for him to reach the seventh level in just a few days, regardless of how high his own true essence cultivation was. At this moment, Xiao Chengfeng felt his true essence circulating smoothly throughout his body, and all his meridians suddenly became completely unblocked. He immediately felt refreshed and let out a hearty laugh. Furthermore, had he not consumed the Purple Light Inner Pill and the Ice Jade Ginseng, it would have been impossible for him to reach the seventh level in just a few days, regardless of how high his own true essence cultivation was. At this moment, Xiao Chengfeng felt his true essence circulating smoothly throughout his body, and all his meridians suddenly became completely unblocked. He immediately felt refreshed and let out a hearty laugh

He was about to return to rescue the old man next to his cell, but at that moment, suddenly, a dozen middle-aged men with stern expressions entered through the courtyard gate. Each of these middle-aged men possessed an extraordinary demeanor, and they suddenly all knelt down before the drunken old man.

When this sword swings out with countless purple shadows, who can resist this tidal wave of attack

Esteemed One: By the time you read this letter, I should have perished under your "Drunken Flowers, Drunken Sorrows." Please forgive me for not paying my respects to you during my lifetime, and for having, instead, acted with some degree of disrespect by setting a few traps.

Xiao Chengfeng suddenly felt that a tremendous secret was about to be revealed, and he repeatedly asked, "Why?"

He began to cast the fire light technique at https://www.hetushu.com, focusing intently on studying the third move "The Most Yearned Butterfly Fragrance in the Same Boat." Just as he was at a loss for new sword intent, the old man's voice gently echoed: "You must envision the girl you love most in your heart, gently crossing the river under the butterfly fragrance..."

Xiao Chengfeng did not expect that this old man actually knew the Red Lotus Fairy, and he couldn't help but become excited as he said: "The Red Lotus Fairy is indeed my master..."

... arriving at Longtian City, elegantly calling out "100,000 taels" on the painted boat, and with a heroic act, presenting Shui Ruoling to the man she loves, that moment left everyone astonished and in admiration

"What is the location of the Fire Phoenix Acupoint?" Xiao Chengfeng said gratefully

The esteemed visitor's intention has been conveyed to me by the seeker using a magical mirror. As long as the esteemed visitor arrives at the place where flowers will bleed and walls will weep, the location of the Crimson Academy can be found

The stones around him are completely under Xiao Chengfeng's control at this moment

His strike was filled with overwhelming power, yet it completely missed. The old man, standing at a distance, let out a cold laugh and suddenly unleashed a torrent of lightning, pursuing like a frenzied serpent. Xiao Chengfeng wielded the Dragon Wind Sword, but he was utterly helpless against the dense barrage of long-range magic. In the end, he felt his entire vital energy deplete, and he could only hear himself let out a hoarse and furious shout: "I will definitely kill you!" before losing consciousness.

The drunken old man sneered, "Am I still afraid of your Scarlet Sword Technique?" He struck fiercely with his right hand at a child's neck, and in an instant, the child's head was severed from his body

The scholar with a pale face suddenly took out a red seal from his bosom and said, "Please take a look, esteemed one." Xiao Chengfeng received the red seal and discovered that it was the order of the city lord of the border town. The pale-faced scholar nodded and said, "I am indeed the city lord of the border town, and one of the disciples of the Elder Divine Crane." He pointed to the middle-aged man beside him and continued, "This is Dragon Hero Zhan Fei, the Jade Maiden Swordsman Xiao Xiao, and the Holy Maiden Qian Yuxue..."

Only the old man could be heard cackling eerily, as if casting a strange spell, causing the world to dim. Countless petals bloomed and then immediately vanished. Although Xiao Chengfeng had surrounded the drunken old man in a sea of flowers, he was utterly unable to affect him in the slightest

Suddenly, he recalled the scene beneath the skirts by the snowy seaside, at that moment he felt his heart moaning, filled with indescribable hesitation, joy, emotion, uncertainty, obsession, and shuddering

Xiao Chengfeng had heard of the renown of these individuals even during his days as a beggar. They were all heroes of their time in the Longtian Continent, and countless heroic deeds flashed through his mind. As he compared them to the images in his heart, he saw the scar on the face of Longxia Zhanfei—this was a result of being ambushed by the Tianxuan Three Monsters when he eliminated the Seven Demons of Tianshan with a single sword strike. The Jade Maiden Swordsman had always worn exquisite floral pendants on both ears, a unique pair in the world, crafted by the master sculptor Motian. As he compared them to the images in his heart, he saw the scar on the face of Longxia Zhanfei—this was a result of being ambushed by the Tianxuan Three Monsters when he eliminated the Seven Demons of Tianshan with a single sword strike. The Jade Maiden Swordsman had always worn exquisite floral pendants on both ears, a unique pair in the world, crafted by the master sculptor Motian

The children I killed in the courtyard were, in fact, man-eating children. They had to consume other children daily to survive, and over time, they took on the appearance of children. My deliberate staging of that scene was intended to help the esteemed one comprehend the state of "drunkenness of flowers and rain leading to sorrow," where one first experiences sorrow before the flowers. Given the esteemed one's qualifications, he would undoubtedly grasp this, thus I find peace even in the depths of the underworld.

He felt a profound respect welling up in his heart. The Elder Divine Crane is the master of Dragon Hero Zhan Fei, the Jade Maiden Swordsman Xiao Xiao, and others. His life’s achievements must undoubtedly be more colorful and varied than those of those heroes; he is certainly a revered elder admired by countless heroes. However, he chose not to enjoy such honors, but rather preferred to pave the way for this young child.

The other heroes knelt before the scholarly figure and said in unison: "We dare not fail the trust placed in us by our senior brother. In this land of the city, we will ensure that all our junior brothers can live and work in peace!" Tears streamed down their faces, yet they all forced smiles.

And behind her, a woman cried out in despair: "Husband!"

And at this moment, the sword technique of "Flower Rain, Drunken to the Point of Sorrow," which conquers all, is decisively unleashed

Xiao Chengfeng stood amidst the myriad flowers, his mind already entranced

The final work of the Elder Crane.

A man does not shed tears lightly; it is just that he has not yet reached the moment of sorrow. Who says that heroes do not weep

At the Earl's residence, he remained unperturbed under the temptation of two beautiful women, effortlessly helping both earls resolve their inner conflicts. Each of these events filled Xiao Chengfeng with an overwhelming excitement for life at this moment

Under the heavens, to surpass him, one must be able to execute the final move of the Red Powder Sword Technique, 'Drunken Flowers, Drunken, Drunken into Sorrow'

If it were not for the old man of the divine crane informing him of the location of the Qi Long Cave, how could he have cultivated the seventh level of the heart method? If it were not for the intense hatred, how could he have mastered the remaining six sword techniques? And if it were not for the old man's final provocation, how would he have learned "Flower Rain Drunkenness Turns to Sorrow"

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback; he could even see a sincere expression in the eyes of the drunken old man—why did this cruel old man have such an expression—was this his moment of clarity or something else

Xiao Chengfeng was almost beside himself with rage, exclaiming, "I never expected you could be so cruel as to lay such a vicious hand on a child!" Unable to contain himself any longer, he lunged at the drunken old man, the Longfeng Sword in his hand shimmering, as a streak of purple light swept forth!

At this moment, he has already attained the seventh level of mastery

Xiao Chengfeng let out a soft "hm" and felt a surge of alertness in his heart. It was the old man who, in a fit of anger, laughed instead: "This is perhaps the saddest thing in my life. Do you know why the drunkard's left arm was severed?"

It turned out that a massacre was taking place within the courtyard, and the perpetrator was none other than the drunken old man

The drunken old man shook his hands, and countless bolts of lightning raced through the sky. In the courtyard, hundreds of people cast water-based magic for protection, but it had no effect whatsoever. Instantly, everyone was blown to smithereens

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback and said, "I do not know what senior is..."

Xiao Chengfeng suddenly seemed to understand something, his hands trembling. He took the letter and slowly unfolded it

Xiao Chengfeng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He then took out a one-thousand-tael silver note from his pocket, but the old man glared at him and said, "Even a one-million-tael silver note is nothing; show him the jade and coral instead."

Xiao Chengfeng felt as if the breath of the old man, the Divine Crane, was softly resonating in his ears—he sensed that the old man had not truly died; he would live on in his heart. He gently stood up, just about to speak, when he heard the pale-faced scholar smilingly say: "Master has resolutely chosen to die; in the underworld, he will surely be lonely. I have not fulfilled my filial duty before my master, and as his foremost disciple, I ask all my junior brothers to please take care of my family in the future."

"Because that was I who cut it off!" the old man said with sorrow and indignation. "I was originally his elder brother, but once, while I was asleep, he seized my acupoint. Fortunately, I was alert and countered with my palm sword, severing his left arm. Yet this wolf-hearted drunkard imprisoned me in this dungeon and even cut off my right arm..."

At this moment, the drunken old man laughed wildly: "If you want to escape, everyone must die here today"

The old man sighed and said, "You must think my voice sounds very much like that of a drunkard"

The drunken old man suddenly turned around and grabbed the earlier child, swiftly throwing him towards Xiao Chengfeng. Caught off guard, Xiao Chengfeng was unable to stop in time and ended up cleaving the child in two with his sword. The old man's sinister voice coldly echoed: "Aren't you also inflicting such cruelty on a child who has lost his right arm?"

"Because I like it." The old drunkard laughed heartily, weaving among the children, yet in an instant, he had dislocated the right arm of the second child. At that moment, he seemed to completely vent the pain of having lost his left arm

At that moment, Xiao Chengfeng suddenly discovered that the dozens of children around him had all died tragically. Countless feelings of grief and anger surged into Xiao Chengfeng's heart, his hands clenched tightly, and his gaze burned with intensity

We are disciples of the Elder God Crane. One of the pale-faced scholars stood up, then respectfully walked in front of Xiao Chengfeng and said: Please present your token

The Elder Shenhe must know that the Scarlet Lotus Fairy has ascended, and since he has no understanding of the Crimson Sword Technique, he has chosen to adopt this form.

Xiao Chengfeng finally set aside his doubts, calmed his mind, and studied the second move "The Moon Descends, the Jade Figure Approaches." He had seen this move hundreds of times, yet no matter how he had previously "lowered his head," the sword technique always halted halfway through, unable to continue.

A rather dignified scholar in front had a pale expression and asked, "Are you truly intent on exterminating all?"

Suddenly, countless strange stones flew out from the old man's hands, swirling around Xiao Chengfeng and the book, completely encircling him. Xiao Chengfeng felt as if he could not catch his breath, as if his true essence had been completely drained by those stones

The old drunkard's face suddenly filled with joy, and he said dreamily: "I have seen it, I have finally seen it..." At that moment, he completely gave up resisting, gently watching as the Dragon Wind Sword pierced his chest

As for my death, esteemed one, please do not dwell on it. This is a matter that the Divine Crane willingly accepts. Furthermore, the Divine Crane is old, and if it can impart the essence of the sword to you before its passing, it would be the greatest honor of its life.

Looking at the dozens of lifeless bodies of children in the courtyard, he was suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable hatred for that drunken old man— even if you awaken to the truth before your death, it cannot atone for the sins of your life

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback, yet he was unable to react in time. He only saw a flash of white light rising, and the pale-faced scholar had already committed suicide, blood splattering at the scene

"Drunkenness turns to sorrow," signifies the decay of all things

Xiao Chengfeng felt a surge of blood and courage throughout his body, with fire seemingly bursting from his eyes

The old man displayed an indignant expression and said, "I have a good grandson." Then, in a state of exasperation, he said to Xiao Chengfeng, "Young man, quickly take out the gold and silver to show off a bit."

The disciples from the external academy of the Red Powder Academy, such as Zong Tianxing, the King of Meiqin Kingdom, Qian Xunzhe, the Elder Shenhe, and the Scholar with a White Face, are all remarkable heroes! Yet, they are merely disciples of the external academy of the Red Powder Academy. What kind of figures, then, exist within the Red Powder Academy itself?

Xiao Chengfeng seemed to see death rushing towards him, pulling him into the darkness.

He then fell down like a wilting flower

Xiao Chengfeng could not help but say: "To be honest, senior, I am the new generation heir of the Crimson Academy"

On Tianling Peak, as he returned the child to Beiming Luoye, while everyone else displayed expressions of disdain, he saw the trusting gaze of Zongtian Xing—just that one look made him understand what it meant to be a friend and what it meant to be a hero

The true essence sways, the Qi dragon rotates, the hundred acupoints connect, and one finds life in a desperate situation... Xiao Chengfeng discovered the seventh segment of the heart method, which left him puzzled by the term "Qi dragon rotation"—is it the transformation of true Qi into a divine dragon that rotates? However, at this moment, he was unable to wield true essence. He murmured, "Qi dragon rotation..." Suddenly, an elderly voice came from next door: "Little friend, are you referring to the Qi dragon acupoint?"

Xiao Chengfeng could no longer contain himself and exclaimed, "I never expected you to be so despicable; I have misjudged you!" At that moment, he let out a fierce roar, his mind recalling the phrase "Drunk beneath the spring flowers of the sea tower," as the Longfeng Sword twisted in the air, carving out countless arcs.

The bartender had never seen such a treasure before, and for a moment, he was stunned into silence. After a long while, he finally spoke respectfully to the old man, saying, "I am but a humble one who does not recognize the greatness of Mount Tai..." Yet his eyes remained fixated on the jade coral.

The old man let out a cold laugh and said, "Is this the only move you know?" Suddenly, he retreated swiftly, and as Xiao Chengfeng thrust his sword, the old man's figure had already soared to a distance of one hundred feet away.

I have been imprisoned here for decades, and I have forgotten my own name. How did you end up being locked up by that drunkard? The voice was hoarse and muffled

Then countless petals, blooming in layers, surrounded the old man.

Xiao Chengfeng turned back to look and found that his eyes were also filled with hot tears

Upon envisioning such a scene, Xiao Chengfeng felt a deep sorrow within. For him at this moment, that memory was indeed the most poignant in the world! — Is this his final memory?

At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything around him was like a grand piece of music, resonating and echoing! He sensed an indescribable fighting spirit that made his whole body tremble! His hand seemed to possess a mysterious power, lifting once again!

Fortunately, there was some food in Xiao Chengfeng's storage ring, which allowed him to barely hold on until he scratched ten "correct" characters on the wall, when suddenly a ray of sunlight broke through above his head

Xiao Chengfeng clenched his fists and said sternly: "Why did you cut off someone else's right arm?"

The old drunkard glanced at him and said lightly, "A game is only interesting when it is enjoyable." Suddenly, he darted forward and struck a young child's arm with his remaining right hand, instantly severing the child's right arm

Then he continuously ordered several bottles of fine wine from the menu. The bartender sized up the old man, his expression displeased, and said: "Do you know the prices of this jade fragrance wine and heavenly spirit wine? I fear your pension may not even be enough for a sip."

However, in this sword manual, there are only the first seven moves; the last move, "Drunken Flowers, Drunken, Drunken into Sorrow," is blank on that page. Xiao Chengfeng flipped through it for a long time and found that only the first seven sword techniques were present.

"Hmph, if you don't remove the roots when cutting the grass, it will grow back with the spring breeze. Don't you understand this principle?" The old man said impatiently. Then, with a flick of his hands, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, hitting the scholar heavily, and in an instant, the scholar was reduced to ashes

At that moment, he suddenly recalled the sacrifice made by the old crane spirit—preferring to be misunderstood, even to die under his own sword. Instantly, he felt as if his heart had been completely drained.

But... why must he exchange his life for it

Xiao Chengfeng stood dazed in place; his rapid mastery of the Red Powder Sword Technique in dire straits was due to the accumulation of his deep-seated hatred for the drunken old man

Xiao Chengfeng suddenly felt that the seven sword techniques before and after were completely identical, as if he could see that there existed only one sword technique in the world.

And at once, all the flowers completely withered

The lower dantian, the man's lifeline, ha, that is a name I came up with myself

Where do the evening drums at the window come from? The heroes of the city, holding long swords, look back at the myriad paths and dust. The divine crane, with lofty aspirations, fills the building with wind; the bold spirit dances with long sleeves, as the hundred lanterns all dim for the people.

The scholar in white continued, "We have come here together, firstly to have you as a witness, to prove that my master is not a treacherous person; secondly, to mourn for my master." He solemnly took out a piece of stationery from his bosom and said, "This is a letter that my master instructed me to leave for you. Once you have read it, you will understand my master's heartfelt intentions."

Xiao Chengfeng was taken aback—why were these renowned heroes all gathered here! And they were all disciples of the Elder Crane.

In the massacre at the border town, those individuals were all notorious figures. The scholar was multifaceted, capable of donning a thousand different masks, while the woman was a ghostly figure, specifically designed to absorb the essence of men to cultivate her dark magic. The others were also individuals whose sins were unforgivable

The bartender hurriedly presented the century-old jade-scented liquor

He suddenly fully comprehended the essence of "Flower Rain, Drunkenness, and Sorrow." In an instant, countless flower petals were scattered from the tip of his sword, and then, as if completely drawn in, countless butterflies suddenly surrounded the old man in the air!

Xiao Chengfeng thought to himself and could not help but kneel before the corpse of the Elder Divine Crane. Although this old man had passed away, he remained eternally revered in the hearts of countless people. Xiao Chengfeng whispered through his tears: "Senior, why must you..."

A look of relief appeared on his face, and warmth flowed completely in his eyes. He then gently said to Xiao Chengfeng: "You have succeeded"

Xiao Chengfeng thought about the character "鸩" being dismantled, and then considered that men would "catch fire". He couldn't help but smile. At that moment, he focused on the Qi Dragon Acupoint, only thinking about the two words "rotate". Suddenly, a surge of heat rose from the Qi Dragon Acupoint, and the true essence throughout his body began to move restlessly, as if it were about to leave his body. Xiao Chengfeng was overjoyed, not expecting it to be this simple.

My mind is a blank slate, and it seems to be the most cherished scenes of life, flashing one after another in my mind

The old man's eyes crinkled into a narrow line as he said to Xiao Chengfeng, "Good lad, I casually mentioned the jade coral of the Beiming family, and you were able to bring it out. Not bad, not bad." At that moment, he downed a bottle of jade-scented wine in one gulp, smacked his lips, and shouted, "Another bottle of jade-scented wine..."

Please continue to look forward to the sequel of "The Pink Academy"

At this moment, the drunken old man frowned and said to Xiao Chengfeng: "You have clearly restored your true essence, so why don't you come up and kill me?"

That voice revealed immense surprise: "Really?"

I cannot die like this! I want to take revenge for these children, for the slaughtered people, for the brothers of the drunken old man

The scholar behind suddenly revealed a deep smile: "To die for the esteemed one is the greatest honor. If it were not for the master's cultivation in magic, the esteemed one would not have fallen into such dire straits, nor would he have been able to survive and successfully cultivate his swordsmanship. The master died a worthy death, and the esteemed one should take comfort in that." At this moment, his smile was both radiant and sorrowful. Yet he maintained his smile. The master died a worthy death, and the esteemed one should take comfort in that. At this moment, his smile was both radiant and sorrowful. Yet he maintained his smile.