"Your so-called revenge amounts to nothing more than creating more Corridor Rivers in Mingjiang Prefecture, sacrificing the lives of innocent civilians to fulfill your grand dream of vengeance. Do you really think you are on par with the Peach Blossom Witch?"
"You... you’re just an immature child... you’ve never experienced famine and drought firsthand.
Even ’the suffering of the human world’ is nothing more than four characters you’ve read in books. What right do you have to lecture me?"
"I’m not lecturing you; I’m merely buying time." Zhou Xuan said with ease, "And now, the timing is just right—Old Hua has arrived. From this moment onward, Mingjiang Prefecture will lose Mr. Feng."
Another sharp strike of the gavel rang out.
Mr. Feng, no longer trapped in his dream, suddenly saw flames ignite around his feet,
the fire rapidly consuming his legs. He wanted to unleash Heaven and Earth Extreme Speed once more—if he were to die, he refused to die at the hands of Zhou Xuan and Old Hua.
This was his final dignity.
But he couldn’t even stand anymore; his legs had already burned down to charcoal.
Mr. Feng, now reduced to a broken man, had lost his legs. How could he summon the wind anymore?
"Old Hua, why are you so late?"
Zhou Xuan asked Old Hua.
Old Hua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied, "Don’t even mention it. You two are absurdly fast. When I reached Yellow Field Prefecture, I felt utterly drained, and by the time I got to Jingchuan Prefecture, I felt as though half my life was already gone. I had to rest for quite a while before recovering."
"Can you carry Mr. Feng back to Mingjiang Prefecture?"
Zhou Xuan, exhausted from hauling Mr. Feng’s physical body with his Divine Soul, asked Old Hua.
"I can, but carrying someone while using the Space Law might take me until tomorrow morning."
"Then take him. Mr. Feng’s body is full of treasures. Executing him on the spot would be a waste."
Zhou Xuan gazed at Mr. Feng greedily.
"What are you planning to do?"
"You kidnappers love using people as incense offerings. I don’t share that hobby. I simply plan to use you and the Food Heaven inside your body as sacrifices."
Having said this, Zhou Xuan vanished again, his Divine Soul returning to its vessel.
Old Hua hoisted Mr. Feng onto his shoulder, tore open space, and activated the Space Law.
The once-bustling Zhuanlun Snow Mountain instantly fell into silence.
"Master, your good senior disciple has been captured."
Zhou Xuan’s Divine Soul returned to the Metropolitan and spoke to Yuan Buyu.
"Ah, my senior... Thirty years ago, he was a good man. After all these years without seeing him, who would’ve thought he transformed into the top figure amongst kidnappers?"
"Your good senior is no ordinary man. He aims to destroy all of Mingjiang Prefecture."
Yuan Buyu, enraged, slapped his thigh and said, "He’s completely lost his way! Destroy Mingjiang Prefecture? How would he accomplish that?"
"He hasn’t disclosed the exact method yet," Zhou Xuan replied. "All I know so far is that he wants revenge on the Gods for the Room Corridor River drought thirty years ago."
"Ah, that drought... It was indeed bizarre."
After hearing this, Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu, "That drought—Mr. Feng said it was the Gods’ business. Is there any truth to that?"
"That’s just a rumor. But, of course, many aspects of it defy common sense."
Yuan Buyu began recounting the events of the drought.
"That drought lasted for four months. During those hundred-plus days, there was no aid from the authorities, and none of the disaster victims could leave the vicinity. Even many Tangkous didn’t receive news of the drought.
Thus, people speculated that it was the Gods in the heavens who lacked incense offerings and intentionally caused the disaster, deliberately killing countless disaster victims to absorb their flesh and blood as incense offerings.
Only the Gods could seal off an area as vast as Corridor River.
Ping Shui Prefecture doesn’t have Gods, but Corridor River is the closest place to Mingjiang Prefecture in Ping Shui."
"So, people speculated that the Gods of Mingjiang Prefecture were behind it?"
"That’s one theory," Yuan Buyu said. "But I personally think it wasn’t the Gods."
"The Gods wouldn’t go to such cruel lengths?"
"Not exactly. It’s more that God-level beings care about appearances. Even if they were to commit acts of mass consumption of human civilians, they would do it discreetly—never so brazenly."
He had thought his master trusted in the virtue of God-level beings, but it turned out he merely believed in their vanity.
"Whatever happened at Corridor River back then, we’ll find out once your good senior returns."
After all, Food Heaven exists inside Mr. Feng’s body,
and Food Heaven was born in the drought. If we can compel Food Heaven to tell the truth...