C5 Revenge

Time passed quickly in the mountains! In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. An Yifeng had also grown up, and his body was awe-inspiring. He was extremely handsome, just like a beautiful man.

For the past three years, An Yifeng had been cultivating without food or sleep, but he was still a bit off from breaking through. As long as he succeeded in the pill, his cultivation would greatly increase. Forming the core would also mean forming the inner core within the dantian. What was the inner core? It used the human body as the furnace, the essence, energy, and divine as the medicine, and all the mana in the body as the fire. The holy core formed in the dantian in the body was the inner core.

The inner pellet was divided into nine grades, as the first grade was known as the Aurous Core. Only when the pellet became the first grade would one have a chance of success on the path to immortality.

After Su Qian heard this, he felt extremely helpless in his heart. He thought that after a long time, An Yifeng would slowly forget about him, but it didn't make sense. Not only did this not lessen his feelings for his father, it made him miss him even more.

Su Qian sighed deeply. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Xiao An, do you know why I never let you see your father?"

Ever since he was young, he had always been a meticulous person. Three years ago, he had already discovered that Su Qian was not right, but he was still young and ignorant at the time. Now, however, he had grown up and his mentality had matured. When he saw Su Qian's expression, his heart skipped a beat. He could tell that something was wrong.

Su Qian could only helplessly shake his head and smile bitterly. With a sorrowful expression on his face, he gently waved his right hand and a ball of fire suddenly lit up. When the fire finally dissipated, an ice crystal coffin appeared in front of An Yifeng.

An Yifeng walked forward step by step to look at the peaceful face in the coffin. A buzzing sound came from his head and a heart-wrenching pain caused him to unconsciously twitch.

The forest was incomparably silent. Only a few birds were chirping quietly, as if they knew of An Yi's heavy mood, as if they were crying for their father. The wind blew and tears rolled down his face. Everything was gone, leaving behind countless memories swirling in his mind.

How many times have I seen my father's kind face in my dreams ….

How many times had he dreamed of seeing his father again? That happy smile …

How many times have I wanted to cuddle up in my father's arms and act like a spoiled child …

But now, when he saw his father again, the two of them were already separated by Yin and Yang. They left their child and wandered the world alone.

"Second Uncle, who did it?" An Yifeng said in an extremely calm manner. He closed his eyes lightly, and no expression could be seen on his face.

Su Qian looked at him who was completely calm, and his face revealed a worried expression. This was because An Yifeng was far too calm, so calm that it caused people to feel fear and panic.

"Four years ago, I went to the Hidden Tiger Village to visit Big Brother An. When I entered your house, I discovered that your father was already lying in a pool of blood, his soul flying into the heavens. Even if I wanted to save him, I was powerless …"

An angry roar came from An Yifeng's mouth, "Who did this?" At this moment, he wasn't listening to anything. He only wanted to know who the culprit was. Hatred. There was hatred in his heart!

Su Qian was startled by An Yi's sudden appearance. His eyes were bloodshot and his entire body was emitting a bloody aura. The bracelet on his right hand was glowing with a red light and a faint dragon cry could be heard from it.

"Little An, calm down. Don't be so impulsive. Otherwise, your cultivation will go berserk!" After Su Qian said this, he quickly formed a seal with his right hand and pointed at An Yifeng's forehead with his middle finger. A wave of pure magic power was instantly channeled into his body.

After the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, the blood fiend aura on An Yifeng's body slowly faded away. A heart-wrenching cry came out from his mouth. At this moment, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart, and he knelt in front of the crystal coffin, wailing loudly.

For the past six years, he had thought about his father. However, after much difficulty, he had not expected that his father would no longer be alive. No one would be able to withstand such agony. After an unknown amount of time, An Yi Feng finally stopped crying. He clenched his fists tightly until his nails were embedded in his flesh. He slowly stood up and looked at Su Qian. "Second Uncle, who was the cause of my father's death?"

Su Qian sighed, "He was killed by Zhao Wuqi."

"Why?"

"The thing that caused your father's death was your thousand year old ginseng. I wonder how Zhao Wuqi knew that there was such a thing in your family, but your father refused to sell it at such a high price. "This bastard had evil intentions. In a fit of anger, he snatched the ginseng and killed your father." After Su Qian said this, he was filled with grief, "It's all my fault that I couldn't kill this bastard at that time. Otherwise, Brother An wouldn't have died because of it."

"Zhao Wuqi!" An Yifeng grit his teeth and said these three words fiercely. A thick killing intent flashed through his eyes, "I want to take the life of your entire family to avenge my father." With that said, he formed a hand seal with his right hand, and fire clouds quickly gathered under his feet. He then turned into a streak of light and flew towards the Hidden Tiger Village.

Su Qian looked at An Yifeng who was running away and did not stop him. He knew that he had to let go of the hatred in his heart, or else he would turn into a demon in his heart. If that was the case, then it would be very easy for An Yifeng to escape into the demonic path. Once he did, there would be no turning back and he would be beyond redemption. His six years of hard work had all been for nothing. He let out a helpless sigh, waved his sleeve and hid the crystal coffin.

In the Zhao manor of the Hidden Tiger Village, Zhao Wuqi was lying on a recliner in the sun, drinking tea. Ever since he stole An Lingyang's thousand year ginseng, he had consumed a bit every day. In just a few short years, under the effects of the thousand year ginseng, his entire temperament had changed.

However, just as he was feeling relaxed, a loud roar came from the sky. Then, a fiery cloud shot down from the sky. When Zhao Wuqi saw the fiery cloud, he was so frightened that he fell down from his recliner and stared blankly at An Yifeng.

"Zhao Wuqi, I'll send you to heaven today." An Yifeng looked at Zhao Wuqi on the ground with uncontrollable anger. His eyes were bloodshot and his teeth were chattering. He clenched his fists so hard that he wanted to tear Zhao Wuqi to shreds.

"Who … who are you? Why … why did you want to kill me?" Surprisingly, Zhao Wuqi didn't recognize An Yifeng when he saw his appearance change. He gathered up his courage and stammered as he asked.

"You stole a thousand years of my ginseng and killed my father. How dare you ask me why I want to kill you?"

Zhao Wuqi was immediately stunned when he saw the furious An Yi. After carefully observing, he couldn't help but cry out, "You are An Yi Feng?"

"That's right, it's me! After today, the Zhao Family will forever disappear from this world! " A ferocious smile appeared on his face as he said that. There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth. He waved his right hand and a golden flame enveloped Zhao Wuqi.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die immediately. I will slowly torture you until you see your family die one by one in front of you. I shall let you know what pain is, and let you have a taste of the pain of those who lost their loved ones! " After An Yifeng finished speaking, he made a hand seal with both hands and moved the hundreds of people from the Zhao Mansion to his front.

The hundred or so people in the Zhao manor were moved to the courtyard in a daze. When they saw the ferocious An Yifeng in the courtyard, they were astonished and frightened. When they regained their senses, they were at a loss of what to do.

An Yifeng's eyes swept across the crowd coldly, his voice emotionless: "All those who have nothing to do with the Zhao Family, disappear in front of me immediately, or else you will be scared out of your wits in an instant."

Everyone looked at the devil-like An Yifeng with an unprecedented look of shock in their eyes. Immediately, a dozen or so people timidly walked out from the crowd and quickly turned around and ran away. Seeing that someone was leading the way, another group of servants quickly walked out of the crowd and left the Zhao Mansion.

However, at this moment, a young maid carrying a child around the age of four walked past An Yifeng. He waved a flame in his right hand and enveloped the two of them. He snorted angrily, "Since you are being nosy, then don't blame me."

"Don't, don't hurt my son's life." Following a heart-wrenching cry, a young woman around twenty years old ran out from the crowd and knelt in front of An Yi Feng, begging while crying.

An Yi looked at her with a cold look in her eyes. Her right hand slapped down on top of the young woman's head. The young woman's skull was shattered and she was dead. However, no one noticed that there was a flash of red light from the bracelet on An Yi Feng's right hand. The young woman's soul was instantly sucked into the bracelet.

An Yifeng didn't have the slightest trace of pity in his eyes as he coldly said, "Anyone who wants to help the Zhao Family will end up like you!" After saying that, he clasped his hands together and a fiery light flashed. The trapped servant girl and child turned into two clouds of blood and were sucked into the golden dragon bracelet again.

An incomparably excited voice suddenly sounded out in An Yifeng's mind …

"Kill!" Kill! "If I kill them all, I'll be able to recover some of my Fa Li."

An Yifeng was slightly surprised and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes. The situation disappeared in a flash. Even he did not know why this line would appear in his mind.

He then looked at Zhao Wuqi who was trapped, and said with an ice-cold voice, "You killed my father, and now I also killed your father in front of you, letting you know the pain of losing your father." With a wave of his right hand, he captured Steward Zhao from the crowd. He stomped his feet and said coldly, "If the Zhao family has such a calamity, you can only blame yourself for giving birth to a good son. He caused all of this."

"No, An Yifeng, I beg of you, don't hurt my father. If you want to kill me, then kill me!" Zhao Wuqi shouted crazily in the flame.

"Even if I kill you a hundred times, I won't be able to get my father back. I won't be able to dispel the hatred in my heart. I want you to watch as your family leaves you one by one. Only in this way can I avenge my father." An Yifeng laughed wildly after he finished. He was laughing so painfully, so sorrowfully. The gold dragon bracelet once again lit up with a red light, and followed his right arm straight to his Baihui acupoint.