Draw Smoke

Chapter 668 - 678: How Could One Be Merciful to an Enemy?

Chapter 668: Chapter 678: How Could One Be Merciful to an Enemy?


If it were someone else, they might have believed it.


But Chu Feng did not believe Qin Shan’s nonsense at all. The sword light formed by the Evil Qi pressed down.


Qin Shan’s sword consciousness body immediately began to tremble violently, disintegrating bit by bit.


It was like a ghost being whipped by a willow branch. With each strike, it shrank three inches. A few more strikes and it would disperse soul from spirit.


If it were normal times, the extinguishing of a sword consciousness body wouldn’t be a big deal. Qin Shan definitely wouldn’t be as cowardly as he was now.


Because he had just died not long ago.


If Chu Feng killed him again, his Divine Soul, suffering severe damage twice in a row, would cause irreversible and serious damage to his Divine Soul. This was something Qin Shan was unwilling to endure.


"Stop, stop! I’ll say... Actually, I just wanted to deceive you on purpose to see how important Chu Jianlan is to you," Qin Shan pleaded repeatedly.


"Heh, is that so? It seems you won’t tell the truth unless you are extinguished!" Chu Feng sneered coldly and pushed the Evil Blade down again.


Qin Shan’s sword consciousness body emitted black smoke as it continued to disintegrate and shrink.


The pain inflicted by this attack would directly transmit to Qin Shan’s real body, and was no less severe than cutting flesh with a blunt knife.


"Ah, ah, ah..." Qin Shan could not help but scream tragically.


"Chu Feng, stop... I’ll say, it was Han Sheng who instructed me to do this. He wanted to lure you away from the sect." Under the unbearable torture of pain, all of Qin Shan’s pride and tenacity were shattered.


He finally revealed the truth.


"As expected, it was false!"


Chu Feng also secretly let out a sigh of relief. However, this also served as a reminder for him to act quickly and eliminate Ma Quanzi, that evil disciple.


This looming threat could not be left unchecked.


"I have confessed everything honestly, can you release my sword consciousness body now?" Qin Shan begged.


This time, following Han Sheng’s instructions, he came to lure Chu Feng away from the sect. Little did he expect to be outwitted by Chu Feng and even expose the mastermind behind the scenes.


It was certain, Han Sheng would not let him go.


Qin Shan’s hatred towards Chu Feng also reached its peak. He secretly swore to himself that, if he found an opportunity, he must kill Chu Feng.


And he would do it in the most cruel way.


For now, he needed to let his sword consciousness body escape back first.


"Have you ever heard this saying?"


Chu Feng’s real body smiled and transmitted his voice.


"What saying?" Qin Shan felt a sense of foreboding.


"Mercy towards an enemy is cruelty towards oneself. Since we are enemies, if I can crush you with one foot, do you think I would let you live?" After saying that, Chu Feng’s Evil Blade fiercely struck down.


"Ah... Chu Feng, you beast, unfaithful to your promise. This duke will spare no effort to kill you," Qin Shan screamed tragically again.


Having his sword consciousness body extinguished twice in succession, the damage to him was too great.


It wasn’t fatal, but taking a year and a half to recover would be considered good. It was very likely that there would be irreversible lifelong damage.


Even Chu Feng was not as fierce as this.


Probably no one would dare to reconjure a sword consciousness body and venture out again without waiting for the Divine Soul to recover after it is extinguished.


It can only be said that greed is the only root of disaster.


Qin Shan’s downfall was entirely a consequence of his own actions.


"Spare no effort to kill me? With your caliber, I can easily extinguish you with just one Talismanic Elixir." Chu Feng had prepared many Talismanic Elixirs for self-defense.


He even had one Seventh Grade Talismanic Elixir.


Don’t even mention a four-star Sword God like Qin Shan, even against formidable Nine-star Sword Gods like Han Sheng and Lu Kuixi, Chu Feng was confident he could grievously injure or even eliminate them.


After destroying Qin Shan’s sword consciousness body, Chu Feng naturally couldn’t miss an opportunity to flaunt his power.


The sword consciousness body arrived directly in front of the light cocoon where Qin Shan was, provocatively taunting with limitless arrogance, "Don’t you want to kill me? Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. Come on!"


How could Qin Shan dare to go out and court death again?


Being flaunted and shown off in his own face by Chu Feng, who was just a minor figure, and yet unable to counteract, was suffocating, infuriating, and hateful, fermenting in his chest.


Pfft!


Even with Qin Shan’s strong mental fortitude, he couldn’t withstand such nearly bare humiliation and verbal abuse.


He suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, his body swayed within the light cocoon, almost falling over.


With a flash, the light cocoon where Qin Shan was located disappeared into thin air.


To avoid further humiliation from Chu Feng, he had withdrawn from the Gui Xu Secret Realm.


"Chu Feng, I won’t rest until you are dead," Qin Shan’s eyes were bloodshot, and his expression turned ferocious and grim, like a crazed, howling ghost.


At this moment, Qin Shan’s Divine Soul had been severely damaged; he had absolutely no capability to kill Chu Feng.


He thought of a strategy, which was to utilize the power of his sect.


Qin Shan was a Registered Disciple of Elder Zi Xu.


He also had decent connections and believed that as long as he played the victim convincingly, he could rally his fellow sect brothers to avenge him.


As for Han Sheng, he naturally didn’t dare to seek him out again.


Having already betrayed Han Sheng, going to him would be tantamount to seeking death.


Soon after Qin Shan retreated from the Gui Xu Secret Realm, Chu Feng also left it.


He had no choice; he had to fulfill those high-level orders from Longevity Hall every month. Until he cultivated a powerful Pill Master, he feared he would always have to work this hard.


Although it was tough, it was worth it.


White shimmering silver, with quite substantial revenue every month.


To expand the store in the Vermilion Bird Imperial City, to recruit and buy horses, which of these didn’t require money?


"Once I deal with Ma Quanzi, I’ll make time to visit the Vermilion Bird Imperial City and recruit a batch of Pill Masters. That could also save me a lot of effort," he mused.


Currently, the production of low-level elixirs was managed by Chen Dazhong and a few disciples, temporarily ensuring supply.


But to expand the storefront or even open branches, it was imperative to have a stronger team of Pill Masters.


Upon returning to Medicine Mountain, the people from Longevity Hall had already visited.


According to Han Dong, the visitor was the Poison Eye Dragon King who specifically came to thank Chu Feng, as he had successfully advanced to the One-Star Sword God Realm.


Hearing that the Poison Eye Dragon King had successfully advanced to the Sword God Realm, Chu Feng also felt quite gratified.


Seeing his subordinates increase in strength and become more powerful, his wings were gradually growing, giving him the foundation to confront the Panlong Heavenly Emperor.


After completing all those high-level orders, Chu Feng also concocted a batch of elixirs to enhance the strength for himself and people like Han Shuang.


Currently, Chu Feng’s core group, including his wives, had expanded to about a dozen people.


Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang, needless to say, were both Chu Feng’s wives.


His elder sister, Chu Yun, was also secretly taken care of.


Among his subordinates, Han Dong, Yan Qing, Wu Ming, Master Li, Beixie National Master, and the Poison Eye Dragon King were all core members. As for the other two of the Northern Domain Three Evils, they were regarded as subordinates but not close confidantes.


After everything was settled, Chu Feng couldn’t help but think about taking on the role of Instructor Elder.


His merits were mostly spent; it was the perfect time to earn more.