Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Ye Feng was in excruciating pain, even the power of the Ghost Hand couldn't suppress it, yet he didn't even bother to check on him.

He couldn't bear to watch the man scrutinizing Meng Wanshu.

Forcing his internal Yuan energy to circulate, he shouted.

"Help... help me!!"

Only then did Meng Jiangchu notice the deep pit thousands of feet away.

Ye Feng was using his left hand to restrain his right shoulder, struggling to suppress the rampaging power of the Ghost Hand.

Whoosh!

The man teleported next to Ye Feng, his face extremely grave as he looked at Ye Feng.

With a wave of his hand, twelve ice needles, as thin as hair, floated in the air.

Meng Jiangchu's divine sense vibrated, and his right hand moved as fast as lightning, inserting the twelve ice needles into his arm according to some mysterious technique.

The ice needles, barely showing their tips, instantly erupted with a powerful force, this force was like a reckless giant dragon, rampaging through his body!

Soon, the power of the Ghost Hand that had been scattered throughout his body was completely suppressed.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up and bowed to Meng Jiangchu, saying, "Thank you, Senior Meng, for your help."

Meng Jiangchu waved his hand, not caring about such a small matter.

His face was filled with contemplation, and his eyes looked at Ye Feng's arm with a sharp glint.

Seeing Meng Jiangchu's gaze, Ye Feng instinctively turned slightly to shield his arm.

But who knew that Meng Jiangchu would say, "I'll give you those Twelve Ice Xuan Needles, and in a moment, I'll teach you the technique of applying the needles."

"So that if you ever encounter a situation like this again in the future, you won't even have someone by your side to help you."

Ye Feng stood there dumbfounded, looking at the man.

"So... he wasn't disgusted by the power of my arm..."

A warm current flowed through his heart for no reason, and he originally wanted to refuse.

But he heard Meng Wanshu say, "Keep them, this set of Ice Xuan Needles will be very useful to you."

In the end, Ye Feng didn't decline or refuse, and silently nodded, saying thank you.

The man nodded with a smile, took out a blank jade slip, and placed it against his brow. After a moment, he opened his eyes and handed the jade slip to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng bowed and accepted the jade slip with both hands, treasuring it as he put it away.

The twelve Ice Xuan Needles were still in his arm, and Meng Jiangchu said.

"Don't take these twelve Ice Xuan Needles out for now. Take them out seven days later, after the power has completely stabilized."

"The time should not be too long, nor too short."

Ye Feng nodded: "Understood."

As the words fell, the emotions of the three people were a bit low.

Meng Jiangchu took a deep breath, his brows and eyes filled with solemnity, and he said in a deep voice.

"Wanshu, you take the weakened body back first, settle down, and then heal your injuries."

"Leave the matters here to me."

After speaking, he glanced at Ye Feng and sighed, saying, "You also go back to the domain with Wanshu, and heal your injuries first."

"You don't need to worry about the matters here."

The two looked at each other and nodded before turning to leave.

Everything that had just happened occurred in a flash, and a slight carelessness would have resulted in death.

Even Meng Wanshu felt a lingering fear when she thought about it.

On the other hand, Ye Feng looked calm, and Meng Wanshu couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Ye Feng, aren't you afraid of what just happened?"

She originally thought that Ye Feng was just carefree, but who knew that Ye Feng would shrug his shoulders and reply to her.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're not dead now, are we?"

"If we die, there's even less to be afraid of."

Meng Wanshu's body paused slightly when she heard this answer.

Ye Feng said in a calm voice, "What's the use of being afraid? When it's time to face something, you still have to face it."

"I've experienced situations in the Abyss of Purgatory that were a thousand times more dangerous than what just happened."

"If I were afraid every time, then I wouldn't be able to get out at all."

"Or rather... in there, you only have one thought in your mind, and that is to survive."

"As for fear, terror, these emotions can't help you in any way."

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he stretched his back, put his hands behind his head, and his ears were filled with the crying of the Xiao family disciples.

He said in a low voice.

"As long as you're still alive, then the suffering you experienced before doesn't matter."

Meng Wanshu looked at Ye Feng's back, wondering what he had experienced in the Abyss of Purgatory in those few years.

Xiao Family Domain.

Meng Jiangchu was quite moved when he saw the ruins everywhere.

Everywhere were incomplete corpses, blood stained the earth, and the air was still filled with a bloody smell.

"Sigh..."

He sighed heavily, and Meng Jiangchu lifted his foot and teleported outside Xiao Chen's mansion.

His eyes were deep, and for a time he didn't know if splitting his body into thousands of pieces was the right thing to do.

If he hadn't split his body and only had the strength of the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm, he could have suppressed and killed that Abyss Demon with a flip of his hand just now!!

Meng Jiangchu's eyes flickered slightly, and he murmured softly, "It seems it's time to restore my peak strength."

"The fact that the Xiao family's old ancestor in the Fusion Realm has long since passed away can't be hidden anymore..."

"The Xiao family... will have a hard time maintaining its status as a first-class family."

The uneasy servants looked up and saw that the Domain Lord had personally arrived, and they all knelt on the ground to pay their respects.

Meng Jiangchu directly moved all these people out, gently waved his hand to tear apart the seal set by Ye Feng, and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he saw Xiao Chen lying asleep on the ice lotus, and for a time his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Although Xiao Chen was playful and cynical, his nature was not bad, and he was even more loyal and righteous.

The only thing was that he had a bad relationship with his father, Xiao Yue. The two would quarrel every time they met, and in the end, Xiao Chen simply didn't want to go home.

Even when he returned to the Divine Treasure Domain, he would rather stay in the Meng family than come back.

He didn't expect that the Xiao family would undergo such a change overnight...

Meng Jiangchu slowly reached out and imperceptibly tore apart the domain temporarily created by Xiao Chen.

Suddenly!!!

The originally sleeping and unconscious Xiao Chen sensed that someone had torn apart the domain he created.

A blood-red spear suddenly stabbed towards Meng Jiangchu's head!!

Xiao Chen, who had gotten up, had bloodshot eyes, and his cold killing intent almost materialized!!

A layer of Yuan energy barrier gathered in front of Meng Jiangchu to block this attack, and the Blood God Spear broke through the flesh in his palm and was blown away.

Bang! Sizzle!

The spear pierced into the wall, and the tail of the spear was still trembling slightly.

Xiao Chen finally saw the man's appearance clearly, and his numb eyes suddenly turned red.

He murmured in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle Meng..."

The man's emotions were already very complicated, and when he heard Xiao Chen call him Uncle Meng, his eyes suddenly turned red.

After a few breaths, he slowly opened his mouth: "Child... don't worry, Uncle Meng will help you hold everything up."

"Uncle Meng will never let go of any villains who dare to harbor ill intentions at this time!!"

Silence, Xiao Chen's heart was filled with mixed feelings after hearing these words.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The original Jianghu浪子 actually felt the burden of the family at this moment.

His father died, and before the heavy grief could subside, he felt the responsibility of being the eldest son of the Xiao family.

At this time... no one can collapse, he can't collapse!

Forcing back the grief in his heart, Xiao Chen slowly got up, his whole person was listless, as if he had lost his soul.

"Uncle Meng... I want... to be alone."

Meng Jiangchu's eyes were filled with worry when he heard this, and he was still a little uneasy.

Xiao Chen lowered his head, and the messy, drooping hair covered his embarrassed appearance.

In the end, the man just silently got up, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave the cultivation secret room.