Wang Zicheng impatiently said, "Just help you escape, what’s the point of asking so much?"

"Alright, I’ll pretend I didn’t ask."

Qin Feiyang said.

It seemed like this was a secret in Wang Zicheng’s heart.

"Actually..."

"It’s not that I can’t say."

After a moment.

Wang Zicheng suddenly spoke again.

Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes; he wouldn’t say when asked, and now he wants to say it out of the blue, how fickle can someone be?

Wang Zicheng said, "This is a forbidden technique."

"Forbidden technique?"

Qin Feiyang was stunned.

"Yes."

"Forbidden techniques aren’t like war tactics."

"You can use war tactics freely without any restrictions, but forbidden techniques can only be used in life-or-death situations."

"Because performing a forbidden technique leaves an indelible trauma on the user, it’s the so-called side effect."

"And the forbidden technique I used was to use blood as a scheme and life as a guide to gain speed beyond one’s limit."

"In other words."

"Performing such a forbidden technique requires sacrificing my vitality and lifespan as the price."

Wang Zicheng explained.

"I see!"

Qin Feiyang suddenly understood and wondered why this guy looked so old, and asked, "So how long can your forbidden technique last at most?"

"A hundred breaths!"

"Once it exceeds a hundred breaths, unless there’s an extraordinary elixir to extend life, there’s no doubt I’ll die."

Wang Zicheng said.

Qin Feiyang secretly clicked his tongue.

Although Wang Zicheng’s forbidden technique could offer unparalleled speed, the price was too high!

"I remember you roughly lasted for about fifty breaths from start to finish, so does that mean your vitality and blood are reduced by half now?"

Qin Feiyang asked worriedly.

"Don’t worry!"

"I’m about to break through to War Emperor, and by then my lifespan will increase tremendously, sacrificing this bit is nothing to fear."

Wang Zicheng confidently smiled, showing no trace of worry, which made Qin Feiyang seem overly concerned.

Qin Feiyang’s heart trembled.

He didn’t know Wang Zicheng’s real age, but estimated it to be similar to Young Master Hao, yet he was already about to step into War Emperor.

It seemed Qinghai wasn’t as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Suddenly.

Another question popped into his mind.

Earlier, how did Wang Zicheng break the white-robed elder’s imperial might?

As far as he knew, only by opening the Door of Potential could one break pressure beyond their own cultivation.

Which meant.

Wang Zicheng likely also opened the Door of Potential!

He looked at Wang Zicheng’s back, his eyes flickering.

Right now, he had an immediate urge to rip off Wang Zicheng’s clothes.

But in the end.

He suppressed that urge.

Because doing so would surely displease Wang Zicheng, and they might end up in a showdown.

"Brother, I’ve told you everything you wanted to know without reservation, shouldn’t you also reveal who you really are?"

Wang Zicheng suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "To be honest with you, Brother Wang, my name isn’t Wang Shan, it’s Ancestor Mu, and I’m the General Tower Master’s direct disciple."

"What?"

"How can you be so weak and still become his direct disciple, what’s he thinking?"

Wang Zicheng was dumbfounded.

Qin Feiyang’s face turned black.

It’s true.

Compared to Wang Zicheng, his strength was indeed much weaker, but there was no need to be so blunt about it, right?

Besides.

How many years older is Wang Zicheng?

If he were Wang Zicheng’s age, he’s absolutely confident he’d be much stronger than Wang Zicheng.

"Hehe."

"I’m straightforward, don’t mind me."

Wang Zicheng grinned.

"Not a hint of apology."

Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes.

"But speaking of which, the General Tower Master accepting you as a disciple definitely means you have some exceptional skill, how about showing it to me?"

Wang Zicheng said provocatively.

"Not interested."

Qin Feiyang said indifferently.

Wang Zicheng teased, "Don’t be shy, I’m not a pervert, and I have no interest in men."

"Don’t push it?"

Qin Feiyang’s veins pulsed.

"Alright, alright, I won’t say more."

"But you’re really boring."

"I bet you can’t even find a woman because your emotional intelligence is too low."

Wang Zicheng disdainfully glanced at him, then flew towards the sea surface above.

"That’s unfortunate for you, sorry for the disappointment, but quite a few women like me."

"And I already have a fiancée, do you have one?"

Qin Feiyang leisurely followed, speaking calmly.

"What?"

"You have a fiancée?"

Wang Zicheng looked at him in shock, then chuckled, "I bet she’s a big dinosaur, or how else would she fancy you?"

"Big dinosaur?"

Qin Feiyang smiled playfully; if Wang Youer hears this, Wang Zicheng might end up streaking again.

"Achoo!"

Up above the sea in a certain area, as Wang Youer sped along, she suddenly sneezed.

She rubbed her nose and furrowed her pretty brows.

"Why did I suddenly sneeze, is someone cursing me?"

"Certainly."

"It’s probably that scoundrel Ancestor Mu."

"But where exactly is that brat, he hasn’t returned for so long?"

...

An hour later.

Qin Feiyang and Wang Zicheng burst out from the sea, standing above the ocean, gazing into the distance ahead.

After a moment.

Wang Zicheng retracted his gaze, looked at Qin Feiyang and said, "It’s half a day’s journey to the inner sea. Should we head there immediately or find a place to rest first?"

Qin Feiyang said, "Given your current state, it’s better to rest first."

"Alright."

"I remember there’s an island to the northwest, not far from here. We should rest there."

Wang Zicheng said.

"Okay."

Qin Feiyang nodded.

Whoosh!!

Immediately after.

The two turned into a streak of light, swiftly heading towards the northwest.

After about an hour.

An island finally came into their view.

This island was different from the ones they encountered before, spanning several miles like a small continent floating on the sea.

And, looking around, the entire island was covered in a layer of green vegetation, with faint traces of beastly auras being felt.

As they got closer, the auras of these beasts became more pronounced.

Qin Feiyang even sensed the presence of several sacred beasts.

He couldn’t help but become vigilant.

"Don’t worry, I’ve been to this island several times; there’s no beast that can threaten us."

"No."

"To be precise, there’s no beast that can threaten me."

Wang Zicheng said with pride.

The implication being, if Qin Feiyang entered the island alone, he might not be so lucky.

Qin Feiyang glanced at him but said nothing more.

A few dozen seconds later.

The two entered the island, landing on a mountain peak five to six hundred feet high at the center.

The mountain top was covered with wild grass but no dense trees, providing a wide view to observe the entire island’s situation.

However, on a rock at the cliff’s edge, there was a large black falcon lying down, at least several meters in size.

It stared at Qin Feiyang and Wang Zicheng, its sharp eyes glinting with a fearsome light!

"A sacred beast!"

Qin Feiyang’s pupils constricted.

The aura emitted by the falcon was enough to make even him feel terrified.

"Don’t be afraid, they’re all old friends."

Wang Zicheng chuckled, waved at the falcon, and enthusiastically called out, "Little One, long time no see."

Chirp!

The falcon suddenly leaped, winds gusting around it.

Qin Feiyang thought it was turning feral, but unexpectedly it spread its wings, with a loud screech, disappearing down the canyon without looking back.

And in the falcon’s cry, Qin Feiyang seemed to hear a trace of fear.

Wang Zicheng called out, "Hey hey hey, why are you running? I didn’t plan to beat you this time!"

Qin Feiyang was taken aback, looking at him with a strange expression.

"The first time I came, it ambushed me, and I gave it a good beating."

"The times after, I’d always go look for it first."

"I guess it’s scared of being beaten, runs when it sees me, though I’m not really a bad guy; as long as it doesn’t provoke me, everything’s negotiable!"

Wang Zicheng said helplessly.

Qin Feiyang was speechless.

Clearly, he could have just killed the falcon, but he didn’t, and instead, every time he came, he’d go beat it up. Probably in the falcon’s eyes, this guy is scarier than any villain!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly.

The Image Crystal Stone made a sound.

Qin Feiyang was intrigued, looked at Wang Zicheng and said, "You rest first; I’m going to look around." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"What’s there to look around at?"

Wang Zicheng asked suspiciously.

But Qin Feiyang didn’t answer, turning around directly, flying towards the canyon below.

"I thought I was mysterious, but this guy’s even more so. Seems like when I have time, I’ll need to investigate him thoroughly."

Wang Zicheng muttered, watching Qin Feiyang’s figure, eyes glinting with an indescribable light.

...

The canyon.

Beside a small stream.

Qin Feiyang took out the Image Crystal Stone.

Wu Yang’s figure quickly formed.

Qin Feiyang asked, "Did you find out?"

Wu Yang nodded, "Indeed, someone left the tribe yesterday morning."

"Who?"

Qin Feiyang asked.

"A confidant of the leader, named Guo Xiangzhong, with a one-star War Emperor cultivation."

"I also found out that with Guo Xiangzhong, left dozens of Nine-Star War Saints, but I couldn’t find out exactly how many."

Wu Yang said.

"Guo Xiangzhong..."

Qin Feiyang murmured, suddenly waved his hand, and an old white-haired man’s image appeared, "Is it him?"

"No."

Wu Yang looked at the old man in white and shook his head.

"No?"

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow, "I see. Continue monitoring your leader and report to me if there’s any news."

"Yes."

Wu Yang replied respectfully, then closed the Image Crystal Stone.

Qin Feiyang waved again, dispersing the old man’s image, then put away the Image Crystal Stone, lowering his head in deep thought.

Time passed by every second.

Suddenly.

A trace of a cold smile appeared on his face.

He was almost certain that the white-haired man was Guo Xiangzhong.

As for the differing appearance, it’s surely because Guo Xiangzhong intentionally disguised himself.

After all.

He is now the General Tower Lord’s direct disciple.

And assassinating the General Tower Lord’s direct disciple is no trivial matter. If the assassination fails, the Kirin Tribe will suffer a heavy price.

"Kirin Tribe..."

"We’ll just wait and see who will have the last laugh!"

Qin Feiyang murmured, his eyes flickering with cold light, ready to fly towards the mountain peak.

But at this moment.

A dark shadow suddenly sprang out from the jungle behind Qin Feiyang!