The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng looked at the young man. He did not immediately order the ghosts outside, but stared at Qin Feng closely.

"I am a human, why should I betray humanity?" Qin Feng stared at him and said solemnly.

"Then why do you want to help an awakened person?" The young man tilted his head slightly, as if he was full of doubts about Qin Feng's behavior: "Don't you know what kind of existence we ordinary people are in the eyes of awakened people? For them, we are objects that can be sacrificed at any time, insignificant ants, and even worse than a dog raised in their immortal gate."

"We exist to set off their strength and to become their stepping stone."

"Even so, why do you still help them?"

In the eyes of awakened people, ordinary people are always weak.

It's like even if Qin Feng defeated Fengbang, he could only live at the foot of Wuxiang Mountain in the end.

The reason is nothing else, but because he has no spiritual bones.

And one of the main reasons why his entry into Wuxiang Sect caused a shock to the immortal gate is that he is a mortal.

It is precisely because of this mortal body that he was ostracized in the Wuxiang Sect and even forced to take on missions.

For the awakened, mortals are mortals. It is enough to be a weak person and then be protected by the immortal gate. Why does Qin Feng come out to be a strong person?

This is an insult to the owner of the spirit bone!

The boy's dark eyes stared at Qin Feng tightly, and his resentment became deeper and deeper: "Your experience is obviously very painful, right?"

"You are very strong, but because you are a mortal, because you don't have a spirit bone, you don't even have the qualifications to enter the immortal gate."

"God is unfair. Just because of a piece of bone, no matter how talented you are, you are destined to be trampled under the feet of the immortal gate."

"Are you really willing? Do you really not hate? Do you really not blame?"

The boy asked three questions in succession, and each question was asked on the weaknesses of ordinary people.

Among ordinary people, there are probably quite a few people who want to cultivate immortals. Is it true that there is no one with extraordinary talent? Qin Feng doesn't believe it.

Among those ordinary people who have not awakened their spirit bones, I am afraid that some people's character, ability, and talent are no worse than those who have spirit bones.

But because they do not have spirit bones, they are destined to have no place on this road of cultivating immortals.

Because compared with the owners of spirit bones, they not only do not have their own innate elemental skills, but also have a far worse ability to condense spiritual power.

Cultivating immortals is to absorb and transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use, but ordinary people are far behind others in this regard.

The spiritual energy absorbed by others in one day may take ordinary people a year, or even longer.

However, how long can ordinary people live?

After awakening the spirit bones, it only takes one year to reach the Qi Refining Stage, and when it reaches the Foundation Building Stage, you can maintain immortality without the help of elixirs.

But what about mortals?

They may not reach the Foundation Building Stage in their entire lives, let alone maintain immortality.

Even the elixir has little effect on them. For some ordinary mortals, those elixirs that keep people immortal may be poison.

Without such a long lifespan, it is impossible for a mortal to reach the foundation building stage in this life, let alone pursue a higher threshold.

It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no resentment.

Qin Feng could feel that when the young man said these words, the resentment deep in his heart was aroused.

Doesn't he resent?

Of course he resents.

In the original world, he was also a top warrior.

It was not easy to get rid of the prison disaster, and it was not easy to let the people he cared about live a safe and happy life, but he was gone.

After falling into this world, he became a poor young master whose spirit bones were dug out. Not only was he despised by his family, his talents could not be displayed, and he almost died at the hands of his relatives.

How could he not resent after encountering so many injustices?

But Qin Feng's resentment was only slightly aroused, but he did not react too much.

"I am indeed unwilling and resentful, but I will not pour my hatred on irrelevant people." Qin Feng said calmly: "Whether this world looks down on mortals or not, whether this world has spiritual bones equivalent to heaven's gift, it doesn't matter to me."

"Because I still say that who I am, only I can say it myself."

If resentment is depressed, then one's life will only fall to the bottom.

If Qin Feng had complained about himself, he would not be who he is today.

He believes that he is luckier than most people. After all, after the unjust case,, he met Long Daoling; later, he was surrounded by enemies, but he had a group of friends around him, and a lover who trusted him and took care of him; although he was orphaned when he was young, his uncle and aunt treated him like their own son; even later he learned that his parents, who had been separated since childhood, did not abandon him because they disliked him. They even loved him until their death, and then sacrificed for the country.

After arriving here, even if his identity became a more miserable young master than before, fortunately he still had a lot of skills.

Facts have proved that his identity can be taken away, but the skills he has learned belong to him.

Those things cannot be replaced by a piece of spiritual bone that can be dug up at any time.

So he has nothing to complain about.

The young man always tilted his head and looked at him calmly, as if he didn't understand what Qin Feng meant. Lin Quansheng was already running wildly on the road out of the city at this moment.

Finally, the boy suddenly said, "Catch him."

Qin Feng frowned, and the next moment he felt the "figure" outside the door move.

The ghost that was stiff and numb a second ago now turned into an evil ghost and chased in the direction where Lin Quansheng left.

"You are good at talking, I can't beat you." The boy's voice was still numb and stiff, but his tone was a little more childish, as if he was angry with Qin Feng, adding a little more annoyance.

In the end, he chose not to reason with Qin Feng and started to act directly.

Seeing this, Qin Feng wanted to go out and stop them as soon as possible.

The actions of these ghosts were not actually fast, but Lin Quansheng was panicking now, and the number of these ghosts was huge, and it was likely that they were all over the city. He was afraid that Lin Quansheng would be stopped before he ran out.

If he was surrounded by so many ghosts, he would probably be gnawed to bones.

And Qin Feng had just moved a little when a figure had already blocked him.

The boy was clearly a physical entity, but when he moved just now, he turned into a ball of black smoke, and when he stood still, half of his body had not yet condensed from the black rock into a body.

"You can't leave."