132: Chapter 132 What did you do to him?

"Zhaoye City?" The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator furrowed his brows deeply.

"No! You cannot go to Zhaoye City. Have your friend bring the apprenticeship gift out of the city and meet at the swamp thirty miles straight outside the city."

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator was thinking that he had dealt ruthless blows to Chu Feng, even though he was ostensibly doing it under the guise of helping Chu Feng strengthen his power.

But who knew if Chu Feng had seen through it? Or perhaps, if his friend learned of Chu Feng's experiences over the past few days, would he persuade Chu Feng to give up on the apprenticeship?

If that happened, wouldn't his efforts be all for nothing!

He would rather forgo those apprenticeship gifts; at least while Chu Feng was around, he might still bring back soul stones and receive rewards from the Sect Master.

Even if that failed, if he died at the Righteous and Demonic Grand Competition, his Divine Soul, contaminated by blood souls, would not be valued by the Soul Stone Secret Realm, and he could still come back to serve as his Soul Refining Materials!

In short, only if Chu Feng stayed could he gain any benefit; otherwise, the Blood Soul Pool would have been consumed in vain.

Chu Feng was not at all surprised by the request from his "Revered Master." He obediently sent another communication talisman to Su Xin.

He thought that regardless of why Su Xin was looking for him, it should end here. The demonic Cultivator territory was dangerous; once you left the Cultivator city, you were essentially risking your life.

But what Chu Feng didn't expect was that Su Xin agreed!

A look of surprise flashed in the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's eyes. "Your friend is quite good!" His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he pondered the possibility of taking on another "Disciple."

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat, and his hand gripping the communication talisman tightened. The feeling of worry persisted until he met up with Su Xin.

Su Xin stepped on black vines, moving through the swamp forest. The ground was churned up by the vines, blending perfectly with the swamp jungle environment—he was more like a demonic Cultivator than the demonic Cultivators themselves.

As Su Xin stood still in front of Chu Feng, a pressure unique to a Nascent Soul Ancestor rose from behind him.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator, who was secretly following behind Chu Feng waiting for an opportunity, only had a Golden Core and was immediately suppressed by the pressure, not daring to move.

He wasn't too worried in his heart, as it was well-known that the Market Guard would not interfere in matters outside the rules.

Even if his Disciple's friend had invited a Nascent Soul Ancestor from the Market Guard to protect him, as long as he didn't attack the Disciple's friend, the Market Guard wouldn't do anything to him.

Likewise, if he wanted to forcibly take his Disciple away, the Market Guard had no right to interfere. Even if the Disciple's friend requested it, the Market Guard would not act. The existence of the Market Guard was solely for "safety" and "rules."

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator felt a bit regretful about missing out on another "Disciple."

"Brother Chu Feng." Upon seeing Chu Feng, Su Xin immediately probed with his Divine Sense to check on Chu Feng's condition.

Chu Feng's complexion was still pale. The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator, in his haste to get the apprenticeship gift, hadn't given him any time to recover from his injuries and had dragged him straight over. But his face was already the most intact part of Chu Feng's entire body.

Su Xin's expression was extremely ugly. Under his Divine Sense, the broken wounds beneath Chu Feng's magic robe had nowhere to hide. The black smoke permeating those wounds clearly wasn't anything good!

Su Xin grabbed Chu Feng's arm, deliberately avoiding the spots with cuts on his arm. With a "swish," he lifted the sleeve, revealing the terrifying cracks on the pale skin beneath.

"What is the meaning of this?" Su Xin's voice was like ice that had frozen for ten thousand years.

Chu Feng wasn't quite used to Su Xin's sudden concern. If Xiao Tian were here acting like this, he wouldn't be surprised. Because among the brothers, he had the best relationship with Xiao Tian, while his relationship with Su Xin and Ye Fan was rather distant.

He believed that without Xiao Tian as the link, Su Xin and Ye Fan would certainly not have spared him a second glance. But now, with Su Xin standing in front of him, Chu Feng felt a sense of absurdity. Could it be that Xiao Tian was impersonating him?

"It's nothing, just some mishaps during Cultivation." Chu Feng pulled down his sleeve and tried to pull his hand back, but he simply couldn't move it.

"Cultivation?" Su Xin's eyes looked coldly in the direction behind Chu Feng.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator was hiding beneath the swamp; he clearly shouldn't have been easily discovered. But he realized that the gaze of his Disciple's friend had landed directly on him. Not good! Run!

"Want to run?" Su Xin snorted coldly, and countless black vines suddenly grew from beneath his feet. The vines, like water snakes, burrowed into the swamp. "Pu, pu, pu!"

In an instant, the swamp, which was three acres large, was completely occupied by the pitch-black vines. "Break!"

After a furious roar, the vines covering the entire swamp pool were forcibly blasted open, and the black-robed figure leaped out from within.

He thought that leaving the swamp was like a fish leaping into the vast sea or a bird flying in the high sky, but that was not the case. The swamp had slowed down the speed of Su Xin's vines, which was the only reason he, someone familiar with activities in the swamp, had room to catch his breath and escape. But outside...

"Die!" Su Xin coldly spat out a word, and thousands of vines rose from the ground, instantly growing a hundred feet high, blocking all paths in front, behind, left, and right of the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator attempted to fly higher to escape the encirclement, but the vines instantly wove together above his head, forming a huge black net that suppressed him from above! "Bang!"

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator was smashed by the black net onto the spirit devouring vine net woven on the ground. The rapid loss of magic power made him realize the terror of these black vines.

"You forced me to do this!" The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator no longer cared if a Nascent Soul was present and released the powerful vengeful spirits sealed within his body. Instantly, the surrounding ten miles were plunged into darkness, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling resounded through heaven and earth.

"Jie, jie, jie! A mere Foundation Establishment, overestimating your own capabilities!" Around him, countless vengeful spirits, seemingly composed of black mist, lunged toward Su Xin with bone-chilling, miserable wails.

Chu Feng couldn't imagine how things had turned out this way. But seeing the vengeful spirits lunging toward Su Xin, and knowing how powerful these vengeful spirits were, he instantly transformed into a blood river, blocking in front of Su Xin.

Su Xin only felt a sea of red before his eyes, followed by a muffled groan suppressed to the extreme. The next instant, Chu Feng's spiritual power erupted, and the blood river boiled!

"Brother Chu Feng!" Su Xin's figure moved and appeared beside Chu Feng, stepping into his spiritual blood river. The blood river, already being attacked by the vengeful spirits, was roiling violently, and with Su Xin intruding, it was like pouring a bucket of oil into a fire.

The blood river instantly surged several times over, and within it, there seemed to be the faint hissing of vengeful spirits, along with a terrifying storm that seemed to tear everything apart, howling as it struck toward Su Xin.

Su Xin furrowed his brows, raised his hand, and erected a pitch-black vine wall in front of him. The blood river lashed against the spirit devouring vine wall, corroding the spirit devouring vines, while at the same time, the spirit devouring vines were also devouring the spiritual power of the blood river.

The blood river attacked Su Xin even more crazily, but Su Xin remained unmoved like a mountain. However, his eyes were filled with anxiety.

Hardening his heart, Su Xin formed his five fingers into a palm and clenched them suddenly. "Swish, swish, swish..." The sky-filling spirit devouring vines instantly wove together into a huge, seamless cage.

Chu Feng was inside, clutching his head, his eyes clouded. The blood river continuously lashed against the vine cage, like a beast that had lost its sanity.

A cold glint flashed in Su Xin's eyes. He stepped on a vine and appeared instantly in front of the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator. Having lost all his vengeful spirits, he was now, in front of Su Xin, nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

His pale hand gripped the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's neck. "What did you do to him?"