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In the blink of an eye, Zi Feng had disappeared from everyone's sight. The soldiers looked at each other with stunned expressions and asked each other curiously.

In the end, he could only helplessly shake his head and walk into the mansion. A violet-haired figure gradually appeared in the corner of the empty manor. After a short while, Zi Feng discovered that the so-called head of the Ximen family was in his grandfather's study.

The Netherworld Small White followed closely behind Zi Feng. The way Little White looked around made him seem very funny.

Zi Feng lingered as he looked at the fake mountain in front of him that blocked his line of sight, instantly recalling that day many years ago.

That sunny day, he and his grandparents were in the courtyard, chatting with each other. He still remembered that day. The sky was blue and the clouds were floating. His grandma had told him many stories about his father.

Hearing his father's mischievous look when he was young, Zi Feng foolishly smiled. But now, everything had changed.

Zi Feng's arms trembled as he clenched his fists, walking straight towards the study of his grandfather.

The door was pushed open and an old man with a bit of white hair stood by the window, quietly looking out. This reminded Zi Feng of his grandfather.

In the blink of an eye, Zi Feng appeared in front of that old man.

The Netherworld and Lil 'White also caught up in the blink of an eye. In the end, Lil' White did not forget to close the door. The slightly old man looked at the purple-haired young man who had suddenly appeared in front of him in shock. After a moment, he seemed to recall something and muttered to himself while pointing a trembling finger at Zi Feng, "It's you. You're the one who appeared on the battlefield?"

The old man trembled as he said these words. Zi Feng looked at him and coldly asked, "Was my grandfather killed by you?"

The slightly old man doubtfully asked: "Your grandfather?" From the looks of it, he didn't seem to know who the youth in front of him was referring to.

Zi Feng glared at the old man and said, "Chu Xiaotian." Upon hearing the name of Chu Xiaotian, the old man trembled in fear. The voice of the violet-haired youth was filled with fear, as though it came from hell itself.

The old man took a few steps back as he leaned against the window to stabilize his body. He muttered Chu Xiaotian's name to himself. Did you kill him? "

Zi Feng shouted.

The old man who was leaning against the window suddenly fell to the ground. He still remembered Chu Xiaotian's arrogant smile when he died: "Old dog Xi Men, in the future, my Chu Family's good son will use your head to worship my spirit in heaven."

At that time, Xi Men Yu said with an indifferent expression: "Hur Hur, then I will wait."

But now, he didn't think that this retribution would come so quickly. His Chu Clan's good son was actually the violet-haired youth that changed the situation with that sword.

The old man's eyes widened as he looked at the violet-haired youth approaching. His face was actually covered in sweat.

Zi Feng squatted down and stared at the terrified old man. He asked, "Where is my grandmother?" When the old man heard Zi Feng's words, he hurriedly said as if he was grabbing on to a straw of straw, "This has nothing to do with me. Your grandmother committed suicide." When Zi Feng heard the old man's words, his body stiffened.

Zi Feng, who had originally been harboring delusions, was now shattered. Zi Feng found it hard to accept this reality. His grandmother, who loved him so dearly, had actually ? Tears once again clouded his eyes. He gritted his teeth and bit his lips tightly, looking at the terrified old man with a twitching face. "Ahhh!"

Zi Feng howled and knelt down while crying. At that moment, Zi Feng suddenly felt that he was alone in this world. The heart-wrenching pain made Zi Feng shed tears in pain and despair once again.

When the old man on the ground saw the violet-haired youth going crazy, he became even more terrified. His shriveled hands trembled and his helpless eyes looked out into the distance. He curled up in a corner in front of the window.

Not long after, the door to the study was opened and a large group of soldiers rushed in. The old man in the corner seemed to see a glimmer of hope as he crawled towards the soldiers. When You You and Xiao Bai saw this hundred year old man's comical appearance, they could not help but find it funny.

When he passed by Zi Feng, the old man was so frightened that his limbs wouldn't obey him and he didn't dare move a muscle. Zi Feng raised his head and looked at the old man beside him. "Are you afraid of death?" When the old man heard the purple-haired youth's question, he became even more panicked and began to tremble uncontrollably.

After a moment, Zi Feng stood up. In the blink of an eye, Zi Feng and the elder had disappeared from the view of the crowd. The group of confused soldiers were left in deep thought. Why did the living beings in front of them suddenly disappear? In an instant, the entire city was searching for the Ximen family head and the devilish violet-haired youth.

However, those who were busy got nothing in the end. However, on the wilderness west of the city, a purple-haired youth stood in the wind. His eyes were emotionless as he focused on the barren land, while the old man beside him was trembling uncontrollably in the cold wind.

Zi Feng muttered: "Grandfather, rest in peace!" As he spoke, his hand turned into a blade, chopping down like a trembling figure.

Blood splashed out for three feet as the man fell to the ground with a wail. Zi Feng also closed his eyes and quietly stood there.

After a long while, Zi Feng slowly kneeled on the yellow ground and finally stopped moving.

The Netherworld and Little White also followed Zi Feng and lay on the ground.

The biting cold wind blew against his body, messing up Zi Feng's hair, but it did not disperse the remorse and sadness in his heart. He could not accept such an outcome.

In the blink of an eye, the heavens had abandoned his beloved son. All kinds of blissful dreams were no longer the motivation for him to persevere. The feeling of being hollowed out caused Zi Feng to be unable to find a reason to struggle anymore. He was silently kneeling there, as if he was trying to repent to the heavens for being so late.

Spring left and autumn came. The green grass of the endless wasteland turned yellow once more. From time to time, a few crows would fly out from the reeds in the distance. They would call out a few times, but they would soon disappear into the horizon.

Zi Feng raised his muddleheaded eyes and looked at the endless wasteland. He sighed emotionally, "It's been three years. In the blink of an eye, it's been three years."

Zi Feng tried to stand up, but found that his legs had become one with the dirt. A jade-green Qi surged to his knees and a kind of heart-piercing pain immediately surged to his heart. However, Zi Feng strangely smiled and muttered: "Grandfather, Grandmother, Grandson, I'm afraid that I will not be able to accompany you in the future."

After he finished speaking, his knees slowly separated from the dirt. Zi Feng stood up and stretched his muscles, immediately feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Not far away, the Netherworld saw Zi Feng stand up and let out a long hiss. After a while, a grey-white figure appeared from the reeds.

Zi Feng looked at Xiao Bai in astonishment. He hadn't thought that Xiao Bai would grow so big in three years. Looking at the Netherworld, Xiao Bai still had a small body. This made Zi Feng feel strange.

Why can't you grow up?

But when he thought of the mysterious identity of the Netherworld, he felt relieved. For the past three years, Zi Feng had been kneeling there without moving, not eating nor drinking.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking with his eyes tightly closed. At this moment, those devilish purple eyes opened once again, and an vicissitudes of life and helplessness appeared within them.

Zi Feng looked at the sinking sun and muttered, "When the sun shines in the sky, everything will start anew."

As he spoke, he sat on the ground and began to inspect his body that he had ignored for the past three years. The green qi moistened the dried up veins and veins, and the shriveled up cells were suddenly filled.

Zi Feng would often let out a breath of impure air, and his face could not help but turn red. When he scanned his Dantian a moment ago, he found that the tunnel that he forcefully carved out in the past did not disappear. Instead, it became wider.

Zi Feng smiled with some gratification. He did not expect that the green coloured Qi would have such a corrosive ability. As the Qi in his body circulated unceasingly, Zi Feng could feel the life force once again filling his body.

In the distance, the Netherworld Udumbara Flower stood rooted to the ground as it stared wide-eyed at the purplish green glow emitting from the purple maple. As for Whitey, it was nibbling on the bloody duck. However, when it saw Zi Feng's abnormal sign, it just stood there, unmoving, and the duck that was still breathing had actually flown away. When Whitey woke up, it fiercely said, "Damn it, all the cooked ducks have flown away."

The stars in the night sky twinkled, emitting a purplish green light in this endless wasteland. It made people look very strange.

The next day, when the sun rose from the east again, Zi Feng opened his eyes and looked at the rising sun as he muttered, "From now on, every day you cross the sea, grandma and grandpa will not be like me." As he spoke, Zi Feng forced a smile on his face.

Both You You and Little White ran to Zi Feng's side at the same time, looking at the rising sun. Little White was muttering to himself, "My wild duck!"

Of course, only the Netherworld could understand this beast language. The Netherworld was disdainfully yelling at Whitey, but Whitey said with a look of disdain, "What do you know? This is life."

The Netherworld could only helplessly say one word, "250." When Lil 'White heard about the flower, his face turned pale.

"Let's go!" Chu Feng said.

The Netherworld and Little White nodded obediently and followed Zi Feng. Where to now? Zi Feng thought in his heart.

Return to Blossom Valley? Zi Feng shook his head, denying it. Finally, he sighed and said, "Let's go wandering!" As he spoke to here, Zi Feng couldn't help but think of his wandering father.

How has he been all these years? All sorts of questions hovered in Zi Feng's mind. He originally thought that there were no longer any concerns in this world, but when he looked back, his eyes were filled with wounds. Zi Feng often sighed and said, "Father can actually go to the ends of the world to find that lost mother of mine. Why can't I go through thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers for her?"

As he said this, a majestic aura burst forth from Zi Feng's body, shocking the Netherworld Spirit. Zi Feng had been silent for the past three years, but today, he actually said such bold words.

For a moment, You An's blood was boiling. He could not help but turn his head to the east and mutter, "I will come back." As he spoke, he turned around and followed after True Purple Maple.

One month. Two months. Three months ? Half a year had passed. In the small towns on the west side of the Wasteland, there were still many discussions about the youth with black robes and purple hair who often knelt up.

All sorts of guesses and speculations were passed around in the crowd. From then on, the wasteland had gained a miraculous tint to it. After the new year, their descendants were still guessing the identity of the violet-haired youth from three years ago. However, there was such a story in the more developed cities and towns. It was said that every night of the full moon, a black-robed, purple-haired youth would come to the rescue of those who were suffering.

They guessed that many times those tyrannical officials were killed on the full moon night and a purple hair was found at the scene, so the story spread. This allowed the ordinary citizens to live a peaceful life and no longer have to worry about those powers.

At this moment, Zi Feng was standing on top of a slope as he silently looked at the blue sky and white clouds. He muttered, "Half a year, half a year."

As he said this, his face became sad. On the wall where they had agreed to meet, there was a row of words that broke his heart. Zi Feng often sighed and said, "One day, I will definitely find you."

When he finished speaking, his tightly clenched fists gradually relaxed. However, his fingernails had already pierced the palm of his hand. A few faint drops of blood could be seen dripping from them.