"Elder Feng." Yang Qingqing gently tugged Du Yu's collar to one side.
Du Yu: "..."
Yang Qingqing spoke, "I have another disciple on the way. Could you wait a mont longer?"
Feng Wuheng was sowhat puzzled: "Oh?"
Yang Qingqing explained, "This disciple possesses an ancient spiritual artifact that can calm the emotions of all living things.
The Thunder Beast above the dark clouds has always been in a state of anger, with a fiery temperant.
To negotiate peacefully with it, we'll need to use certain thods."
"Very well." Feng Wuheng nodded.
Du Yu couldn't help but feel curious.
He already knew how precious Feng Wuheng's ti was.
Yet this elder seed surprisingly agreeable?
The bureau specifically invited this elder to escort him, possibly valuing his amiable nature?
If they had chosen soone with a bad temper to accompany him against the Ancient Bull, any slight misstep could risk offending Niuniu.
If a real confrontation broke out, it would be hard to manage.
"Thank you, Elder Feng, for understanding." Yang Qingqing spoke softly.
Feng Wuheng turned to Du Yu: "Demon Friend, I've heard you have a Sea-devouring Dragon Turtle, and it's at a Supre Level."
"Yes." Du Yu nodded repeatedly.
Feng Wuheng requested, "Could you let this old man have a visit, to witness the supre deanor?"
"Of course..." Du Yu started to reply but suddenly turned to Yang Qingqing.
Yang Qingqing gently nodded: "Go ahead, take Elder Feng back to the hotel first. I will wait here for Sword Province.
We'll et at the hotel in an hour."
"Understood." Only then did Du Yu turn back to Feng Wuheng, "Please, Elder Feng."
Feng Wuheng smiled pleasantly, his gaze sweeping between the master and disciple, seemingly very pleased with Du Yu's respect for his teacher.
Only to see Feng Wuheng slightly turn and likewise make a "please" gesture.
To be honest, Du Yu always felt uneasy in his heart.
The distinguished Seven Saints of Great Xia, being overly courteous to such a young disciple of his...
Du Yu led Feng Wuheng quickly out of the Mountain Fire Blade Realm, heading to the Demon Pet Center - Hotel Division.
Yang Qingqing watched her disciple depart, then turned to the side and gently beckoned.
A few soldiers quickly approached, with respectful attitudes: "Master Qing."
Yang Qingqing: "I will be taking the Mountain Fire Saber away soon..."
While Yang Qingqing was making final preparations here, Du Yu was leading Feng Wuheng back to the previously shared double room.
With the Mountain and Sea Bell expanding and contracting, the two stood on a sea reef.
Feng Wuheng surveyed the surroundings and softly said: "Before arriving, I had heard of Demon Friend's ancient artifact containing the world itself.
Today, it truly opened my eyes."
"This is the Sea Realm, whereas the place we're tasked to work is in the Mountain Realm." Du Yu, wind around his feet, soared high.
"Mountain Realm, Sea Realm." Feng Wuheng murmured thoughtfully, following Du Yu as they soared high.
With just one glance, he saw the majestic, towering ancient wood at the center of the island!
The Shatang Tree's branches and leaves were lush, its deep red leaves seed capable of dyeing the sky, with a grand tendency to cover the heavens and earth.
Feng Wuheng gazed at the ancient wood from afar: "Is this a Saint-level Demonic Plant?"
Du Yu: "Yes, the tree is called Shatang and was once one of the Sea Realm's administrators."
Feng Wuheng: "And now?"
"Ah?" Du Yu was montarily dumbfounded, thinking for a mont, and then said, "Now it is my demonic plant."
Even though he had anticipated it, Feng Wuheng still felt full of emotions hearing this.
Who would have thought that venturing out this ti would lead to encountering such a promising youth!
How many years had he been in seclusion?
Were the changes in the world too great?
This human youth not only had the Supre Heart but also a Saint-level Demonic Plant to guard the house for him?!
This...
The old and the young flew over the Begonia Forest, with Shatang Mansion naturally entering Feng Wuheng's view.
Looking at the quaint mansion architecture, Feng Wuheng chuckled silently, "Demon Friend has a true elegance."
He really had said it right!
This Saint-level Demonic Plant was indeed keeping watch over Du Yu's ho.
"Elder Feng." Du Yu scratched his head, "You should call Xiaodu then? Or Xiaoyu."
Feng Wuheng was over 130 years old; Du Yu was just 20.
Not even a fraction of Feng Wuheng's age!
To Du Yu, Feng Wuheng wasn't even in the grandfather generation; his lineage would need to go even further up.
Feng Wuheng: "Demon Friend, do not be modest.
Being able to obtain a Saint-level Demonic Plant and command a Supre Demon Beast naturally shows your unique abilities."
Du Yu: "..."
See, you've misunderstood, haven't you?
When did I manage to conquer the Shatang Tree? It was simply lonely for hundreds of years, and I took advantage of the opportunity.
Moreover, how could I be capable of commanding the Supre?
Clearly, it's them commanding !
I'm purely soone who submits... uh.
Du Yu felt very insecure inside, flying past the Dust Spirit Garden, swiftly descending to the North Island - Purple Marsh Lake Shore.
This realm indeed left Feng Wuheng filled with wonder, but facing the mysterious Purple Marsh Water, he restrained himself and didn't ask.
Feng Wuheng apparently realized that the Supre was lurking in the lake.
"Elder, please wait a mont." Saying this, Du Yu stepped forward a few paces, calling in his mind, "Qingci?"
"Hmm?" A cold voice echoed in Du Yu's mind.
Du Yu communicated, "The bureau invited one of the Seven Saints of Great Xia, Elder Feng Wuheng, to accompany us on our mission.
Elder Feng wishes to pay a visit to you."
Slowly, a striking figure erged from the mysterious waters of Purple Marsh Lake.
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