133: Chapter 133 Chu Feng, in Danger!

In the gloomy swamp jungle, the stench and the smell of blood intertwined into a foul odor.

But those who were in the midst of it had long since grown accustomed to it and could not smell it at all.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator finally had his neck released by Su Xin; he took a deep breath, the foul stench accompanying his coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Su Xin looked at him coldly, without a shred of pity.

The spirit devouring vine coiled around the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's body like a snake, waiting only for a single thought from Su Xin to instantly pierce through that fragile layer of skin and crush his bones to suck out the marrow.

"Speak!" Su Xin did not seem to have much patience.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator lifted his face, which was as thin as a skeleton; his sunken cheeks looked exceptionally eerie in the gloomy environment.

"Don't blame me. His Divine Soul was already contaminated by the vengeful souls of the Blood Soul Pool, and then he forcibly blocked my attack of Vengeful Soul Grudge. His consciousness was dragged into an illusion by the vengeful souls; it serves him right that he lost control."

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator might as well have said that Chu Feng was overestimating his own capabilities.

Su Xin's expression was exceptionally ugly. "How can I make him recover?"

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator shook his head. "I have no way. He must endure the thing the vengeful soul hated most and walk out of the vengeful soul's illusion on his own."

Su Xin sneered. "Do you mean that keeping your life is useless?"

The sharp spirit devouring vine pressed against the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's fragile neck, the threat very clear.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator hurriedly said, "Although he has to pass this trial himself, it doesn't have to be passed right now. It can be done slowly!"

Su Xin narrowed his eyes. "Tell me."

"I can self-destruct the vengeful soul, and Chu Feng would wake up immediately. However, this only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. He still has to endure the vengeful soul's illusion, and when the vengeful soul's illusion will find him again is unknown; it might not be better than it is now."

What the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator didn't say was that in a situation like Chu Feng's, it was basically a death sentence!

Because the things the vengeful souls encountered were something even they themselves could not endure; the fact that they turned into vengeful souls after death meant that this was simply unsolvable!

Even if one managed to pass through the life illusions of one or two vengeful souls with powerful willpower, how strong would one's Heart-Nature need to be to endure so many vengeful souls?

But he dared not say it, keeping his eyes cast down tightly.

Su Xin's brows were knitted tightly.

He could not make a decision on this matter.

Looking at Chu Feng, who was trapped in Chaos within the cage of spirit devouring vines, Su Xin took out a paper crane to send a message to Luo Yunkai, who was waiting anxiously for news in the city.

"Father..."

After hearing Su Xin's account, Luo Yunkai could no longer sit still and immediately flew towards the outside of the city.

The Demonic Cultivator territory lived up to its name; as soon as he left the city, Luo Yunkai encountered a group of Demonic Cultivators.

The leader was a Golden Core.

"A Golden Core with such pure Qi; I haven't seen one in Zhaoye City for a long time. Must capture him; the vengeful soul refined from his soul will definitely be extraordinary!"

The leading Golden Core Demonic Cultivator looked greedy, his gaze at Luo Yunkai as if he were looking at a peerless beauty.

Luo Yunkai was in no mood to tangle with the other party, and a space channel that was black with iridescent colors appeared under his feet.

The next instant, amidst the encirclement of the Demonic Cultivators, he disappeared.

A moment of blankness appeared on the face of the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator, who had been certain of success, as he stared fixedly at the place where Luo Yunkai had disappeared.

Luo Yunkai had already appeared beside Su Xin.

The Nascent Soul Stage Market Guard who was secretly watching over Su Xin looked in astonishment at this person who had appeared so abruptly that he hadn't detected it at all.

"Sp-Space Teleportation?"

Luo Yunkai nodded slightly in the direction of the Market Guard, acknowledging him, and then turned his gaze to Su Xin.

His eyes quickly moved away from Su Xin, drawn to Chu Feng in the pitch-black vine cage beside him.

Perhaps it was the connection between father and son, but Chu Feng, who was in Chaos, actually raised his head and locked eyes directly with Luo Yunkai's worried gaze.

Those chaotic pupils trembled, and Chu Feng's consciousness became clear for a moment.

Luo Yunkai was overjoyed. "Xiaofeng!"

Chu Feng's consciousness, which was about to fall back into Chaos, paused, appearing somewhat confused.

Luo Yunkai immediately used Space Teleportation and appeared inside the cage.

The river of blood rushed towards him.

He did not dodge or avoid it, letting the river of blood splash on him as if it were just a mischievous child.

The river of blood did not leave the slightest mark on Luo Yunkai.

Luo Yunkai took a step forward, and the river of blood parted to both sides.

His chaotic eyes stared blankly at Luo Yunkai.

Walking up to Chu Feng, Luo Yunkai used Bloodline connection.

A palpitation from the depths of his Bloodline allowed even the chaotic Chu Feng to understand what it meant.

But soon, the dullness in his eyes was replaced by hatred and resentment.

"Ahhh!"

A shrill roar came from his mouth as he clutched his head tightly, as if he were suffering from extreme pain.

Even his active Divine Soul visibly weakened after this scream.

Far away in Dan City, Blazing Fire was smiling foolishly when suddenly his expression became dull, and with a "bang," he fell down.

"Brother Blazing Fire!"

"Senior Brother!"

Chu Feng's weakening Divine Soul became active again, resisting the resentment that made him want to self-destruct.

Luo Yunkai's eyes gradually hardened.

He was an experienced veteran of the Jianghu; he saw at a glance that the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator had not fully disclosed the situation with Chu Feng.

His figure appeared in front of the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator felt as if he were facing a great enemy.

Even though this old man with the white beard was not as sinister and terrifying as Su Xin, he felt a fear even greater than when facing Su Xin.

"I do not wish to use soul-searching techniques." Luo Yunkai's expression was indifferent, as if he were talking about a very ordinary matter.

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator trembled violently.

Soul-searching techniques?

The more one played with Divine Souls, the more clearly one understood the terror of soul-searching techniques.

It was equivalent to keeping your consciousness clear while cutting your stomach open alive, pulling out your intestines, and counting piece by piece what you had eaten.

No, soul-searching techniques were ten million times more terrifying than that!

"No! Don't! I'll talk! He can't survive. Entangled by vengeful souls, he cannot survive. No one can survive unscathed from the tragic life illusions of those vengeful souls! No one! Hehehe..."

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator laughed wildly, trying to provoke Luo Yunkai into giving him a quick death.

Luo Yunkai sealed his noisy mouth, and as he turned around, his voice drifted out faintly, "Keep him alive. As long as he is left with a life for Xiaofeng to deal with, that is enough."

Su Xin understood.

He took out a pitch-black Medicinal Pill from his space ring and said to the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator, "I only learned Alchemy from Brother Fan for a few days. I'm not sure if this poison pill was successful, so why don't you test the medicine for me!"

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator could not resist at all and was forced to swallow the poison pill.

The moment the poison pill entered his stomach, he felt a tearing pain in his belly, as if something inside was constantly trying to burrow out.

"Ugh... Ah!"

The Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator could not see it himself, but Su Xin could see it clearly.

His black robe was soaked, and a rich, pungent smell of blood and rotten stench wafted from his stomach.

Su Xin's poison pill directly corroded the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator's internal organs from the inside out, and because of the strong recovery power of the Golden Core, it constantly recovered only to be corroded again, over and over.

The swamp jungle was filled with the miserable wailing of the Black-Robed Demonic Cultivator.

And the other person suffering, Chu Feng, only occasionally let out a few hoarse, muffled groans.

It was as if he dared not even voice his pain, forced to swallow it along with his blood.

Such suppression was even more detrimental to his resistance against the vengeful souls' life illusions!

No!

"Father, just now when you were inside, Brother Chu Feng seemed different. He... he screamed!"

Luo Yunkai was lost in thought.