Spirit Vessel

“What did you say, Brother?” The fatty scratched his head and pretended to be confused.

“Brother? Who the fuck is your brother, you think too highly of yourself.” The fourth prince pointed his thumb at his chest and said: “Listen, I am the younger brother of Prince Tyrant whom you dared to insult, don’t you know how serious this is?”

“I didn’t insult anyone!” The fatty acted innocent.

The fourth prince’s vanity was flattered at his scared reaction.

“It’s not an insult because it’s the truth, he was nearly beaten to death.” The fatty continued.

The smile on the prince’s face disappeared, replaced by anger. “Are you asking for it?!”

“Nope.” The fatty said.

Feiyun thought that the fatty was answering earnestly and not purposely provoking the prince.

However, the prince didn’t see it that way. Flames coiled around his arm for an attack.

His cultivation had risen recently, reaching the third level of Heaven’s Emergence. He clearly benefited from Prince Tyrant’s return.

His palm strike could reduce a mountain to dust. Alas, he was the one who smashed into the ground. His armor and bones crumbled.

He was confused along with the geniuses who came with him.

“Strong, pseudo-saint level.” Feiyun nodded.

The fatty walked over the prince’s back and left; none dared to stop him.

“S-stop! I am Prince Tyrant’s brother... you dared cripple my cultivation, you’re a dead man...” The prince shrieked like a pig.

The fatty scratched his ear and stopped, looking annoyed: “Aiya, still talking? My name is Busi Butai, go tell your brother that I did it.”

He left after leaving his name.

“Busi Butai...” The fourth prince fainted after hearing this name. His entourage shuddered with fear.

Feiyun was surprised as well - So that’s the strongest genius of the white tigers, no wonder why his aura is so strong.

He then went to find Jiutian Yanyu to apologize for missing their date. However, three supreme demons stopped him.

“You are Feng Feiyun, the rising star of the human race?” An old man stomped on the ground and changed their location - a dimension with just the four of them.

Feiyun sensed their aggression and power - three pseudo-saints.

He didn’t hide and activated his own. Although a pseudo-saint with more saint laws could kill weaker ones, that’s only if the weaker ones didn’t want to escape.

At the higher realm, it became exceedingly difficult to improve speed. The gap narrowed as a result.

After all, they couldn’t surpass the speed of light. Saints themselves found traveling at great speed unstable and dangerous.

A pseudo-saint and a demi-saint had similar speed and energy. The main difference was the number of saint laws.

This was akin to two men of similar size, but one had a blade and the other nothing. The one with the blade could easily kill a dozen unarmed men, but to chase after them was harder.

Saint laws were the blades and armors of cultivators. The higher the number, the tougher the armor and the sharper the blade.

“I am Feng Feiyun.” Feiyun answered.

The three old men were shocked to see his cultivation.

One of them was a qilin and said: “Young man, hand over White Qilin, offending our race is unwise.”

“Chaos Prince as well.” A kun added.

“And Prince Tyrant’s avatar.” A golden crow said.

“They killed many human geniuses and destroyed Void. I was merciful for not killing them. Reparation is required.” Feiyun said.

“What do you want?” The golden crow laughed.

“100,000 dragon stones.” Feiyun said.

“Are you insane?!” The qilin shouted at the large sum.

“The conference is beginning soon, let’s pay him 100,000 and redeem them first.” The kun suggested.

Feiyun shook his head and said: “No, not 100,000 but 100,000 each.”

“Junior, you are playing with fire!” The qilin roared, spewing out a massive river of lava.

He was at the seventh level but had nine dao laws compared to the fourth city lord’s three. They looked like nine golden pillars inside his dantian.

Each law improved one’s comprehension of the heavenly dao, allowing them to use techniques and energies more effectively.

Feiyun became trapped in flames and shouted: “Boundless Ocean!”

He placed his palms together to summon a Buddhist ocean, rotating and turning into a maelstrom. The lava from the qilin couldn’t break through.

Feiyun rode a lotus and had a divine halo behind him as he spoke: “This is Chaos City. You cannot stop me from leaving.”

“Is that so?” The golden crow suddenly appeared behind Feiyun and assumed his true form for a claw attack, being slightly stronger than the qilin.

“Whoosh!” A bloody mark could be seen on Feiyun’s back through his ripped robe.

He drifted away and raised both hands, summoning the dao manifestation of Saint Nuwa for an attack.

“Bam!” The golden crow also summoned a crow manifestation but it couldn’t stop Saint Nuwa’s finger strike.

The crow hurriedly dodged but still lost many golden feathers from the attack.

Feiyun was in no hurry to leave: “As I said, the three of you cannot stop me from leaving.”

“Hmph.” The qilin and the golden crowd snorted.

“I will report this ambush to Aquamoon Deity.” He added.

“Wait, wait, little brother, I will pay the sum, here are 100,000 dragon stones.” The kun took out a boundary stone.

Feiyun accepted and counted the sum before smiling: “You’re the logical one, old man.”

He took out his cauldron and released Chaos Prince. The latter had been burning for a month, looking like a dead dog. Fortunately, his cultivation prevented him from being reduced to a pile of ashes.

The qilin and the golden crow feared Aquamoon Deity, aware of her recent feats.

How dare she be so bold, I wonder why Crow King isn’t killing her. Damn it, damn it all - The crow cursed.

In the end, they both handed 100,000 dragon stones over to Feiyun to pay the ransom.

Although the prince’s avatar wasn’t worth this sum, it was a matter of pride for their race.

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