Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Taming the Thunder Beast Baby, Golden Bell Prophet, Divination
“Princess, come with me, I’ve found a treasure.” Ye Feng waved at Hu Feifei and descended to the ground.
“Okay.”
Hu Feifei followed Ye Feng.
The Emperor Leiwu in the distance didn’t dare to get too close.
He felt that after her breakthrough, Hu Feifei became even more formidable, emanating a sense of unfathomable depth.
In a valley.
Ye Feng and Hu Feifei landed on the ground.
“Woo-ao…”
A little Thunder Beast lay on the ground, making sad cries, its eyes brimming with tears and looking dizzily around as if it were lost.
It resembled a Kylin in appearance.
However, its body was blue and white, plump, and its size resembled that of a newborn puppy.
“Woo-ao!”
The Thunder Beast cried out again.
Thunder swirled around its body, allowing it to incinerate the grass and trees nearby with a mere flick, possessing the strength of a Demon King Level of the Spirit Sea Realm, a top-tier existence in the Thundercloud Mountain Range.
“Little guy, are you looking for your mom?”
Ye Feng reached out his hand, grabbed the nape of the Thunder Beast’s neck, lifted it into the air, and asked with a smile.
“Woo-ao!”
The little Thunder Beast tucked in its limbs, appearing very afraid, its two big tearful eyes pleading.
But upon seeing Ye Feng, it blinked and somehow felt a sense of closeness to the person in front of it.
“Meow meow!”
“I’m not your mom.”
“Woo-ao, meow meow!”
“I’m really not your mom!”
Ye Feng’s mouth twitched. Using his Eye of Insight, he discovered that this little Thunder Beast was a natural being conjured by the thunderclouds of the Thundercloud Mountain Range and had no parents.
It was just that it had been born not long ago and was still confused.
As it sensed a familiar aura on Ye Feng, the little Thunder Beast mistook him for its mother.
Regarding this, Ye Feng felt an ache of compassion.
“I’m really not your mom, but from now on, you can follow me!” Ye Feng’s lips curved slightly.
A Thunder Beast with decent talent, pretty good as a white-ticket item.
“Woo-ao!”
Hearing that Ye Feng would take it with him, the little Thunder Beast affectionately licked his palm, giving him a slick, greasy sensation.
“Little guy, don’t resist, okay?”
Ye Feng’s face was full of smiles as he stroked the Thunder Beast’s head and easily completed the bonding, since it didn’t resist.
“Woo-ao!”
After becoming a Spiritual Beast of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, the little Thunder Beast grew even closer to Ye Feng.
It leapt onto Ye Feng’s shoulder and let out a “ferocious” roar towards the distance.
“Let’s go, we’re heading back.”
Ye Feng, carrying the Thunder Beast and with Hu Feifei in tow, prepared to leave, but at that moment, a figure flew towards them from afar.
“Sect Master Ye, what a coincidence!”
Emperor Leiwu watched Ye Feng with a smile, the corners of his mouth beaming with joy.
“Oh, if it isn’t Emperor Leiwu. Are you also in the area?”
“Yes, I was passing by.”
“What a coincidence indeed!”
“Indeed, a big coincidence. How about this, Sect Master Ye, would you care to sit in our Imperial Palace?”
“Sure, why not!”
Ye Feng and Emperor Leiwu exchanged lines on the stage.
However, Ye Feng had long known that Emperor Leiwu was nearby, but Emperor Leiwu didn’t know that Ye Feng was aware of his presence.
Soon, the trio left.
…
Great Liang Demon Nation.
Li Qiankun and his companions finally arrived at the location.
During this time, Li Qiankun traversed battlefields, discovered the former strongholds of the Soul-Devouring Clan, absorbed a significant amount of Evil Qi, and with the aid of Brother Flathead, Wang Ping’an, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi, found many relics, reaping a hefty harvest.
“Evil Qi emerges!”
Li Qiankun flicked his finger and a vast expanse of Evil Qi appeared in the sky, tens of thousands of strands worth.
“With so much Evil Qi, I have enough to attempt a higher level of deduction.”
Li Qiankun laughed.
“Oh, there’s the Great Liang Demon Nation right in front of us. Should we go have a look around? That happens to be Sister Liang’s hometown. We’ve just gotten their Identity Token, so we should be able to move around freely, right?” Wang Ping’an murmured.
“There shouldn’t be a problem,” Long Tianxing nodded, “Let’s go, continue our training.”
“Okay.”
The four of them, along with Brother Flathead, continued on their way.
Before long,
Underground in a certain place, something eerie cracked open, and a withered, old figure crawled out of a coffin.
“Hehe, I’ve finally recovered!”
The withered, old figure clambered onto the ground, breathing in fresh air. His skin began to heal, flesh and blood started to form, and he gradually transformed back into a gray-haired youth.
He stood still, and suddenly all his long hair fell out.
“Ah, my hair!”
The youth sighed.
If the Paper Fan Young Master were here, he would be shocked.
Back then, different branches of the Prophet Clan had sent many powerful beings into the Shenzhou Continent, one of whom was this bald youth.
However, the Paper Fan Young Master plotted against this youth and eliminated his competitor, successfully obtaining the authority to arrange everything within a hundred thousand li radius of the Mystique Kingdom.
But this person had not completely perished.
He had used a Secret Technique to escape death by a hair’s breadth, and afterward, he buried himself deep underground, until today, when he finally came back to life.
“Paper Fan Prophet, you just wait for me!”
The youth sneered coldly, raising his hand, a golden bell appeared in his palm, sealing a large amount of Evil Qi within, extremely rich and intense.
His codename was “Golden Bell Prophet.”
Suddenly, the Golden Bell Prophet looked in a certain direction, his pupils constricting: “I sense a very pure aura of the Prophet Clan, could it be… Paper Fan Prophet is coming to kill me?”
This made the Golden Bell Prophet’s heart shudder.
But soon, his brows gradually relaxed and he sneered, “It turns out to be just someone in the Element Gathering Realm. What are you in front of my Spirit Sea Realm? I’ll kill you first, a good replenishment for this Prophet.”
Whoosh!
The Golden Bell Prophet chased after the presence.
And that direction, just happened to be where Li Qiankun and his group were.
Within the Great Liang Demon Nation.
A massive city stretching for hundreds of miles.
Li Qiankun sat at a stall with a notice in front of him that read, “Charging for fortune-telling, absolutely reliable.”
“Little brother is so handsome!”
“Little brother, can you divine who’s on my mind?”
“Little brother, your head is so shiny. Can I touch it? Don’t worry, I won’t mess up your hairstyle.”
As Li Qiankun started his stall, many people immediately swarmed over, crowding all around.
Brother Flathead, with his plain looks, was directly ignored.
However, Long Tianxing, Wang Ping’an, Qiao Jiaxi, and Li Qiankun, all four were handsome young men and very popular.
“A Middle Grade Spirit Stone for one divination, and if there are more difficult questions, there might be an extra charge,”
Li Qiankun said.
“That expensive?”
“Forget it, not getting it done.”
Immediately many people started to leave.
But then, a young woman of astonishing beauty sat down at the stall, placed a Middle Grade Spirit Stone, and said,
“Calculate for this young miss when my fiancé will die.”
No sooner had she spoken than the entire place was in shock.
People couldn’t help feeling a chill run down their spine from the woman’s words.
“Whoever marries this woman is cursed!”
“Hehe, lucky she’s not my fiancée.”
Everyone present took a few steps back, not daring to get too close to the woman, as if afraid of attracting bad luck.
“I can do the divination.”
Li Qiankun didn’t touch the Middle Grade Spirit Stone but extended his hand, emitting ten strands of Evil Qi, flicked a finger, and plucked a strand of the woman’s hair, tossing it into the Evil Qi.
Whirl!
The Evil Qi dissolved the hair strand and began to churn.
As onlookers watched in astonishment, the Evil Qi formed an ancient line of text; although they recognized it as writing, they didn’t know what it meant and could only stand there gaping.
“Let me see…”
Li Qiankun looked at the line of text and suddenly his eyes widened, uttering a sound that sent the whole crowd into an uproar.
“Your fiancé will die today!”