Chapter 82: Han Shang Suffers a Disaster

When Chu Tai and Wu Chaoxi arrived at Sanqing Mountain, dew was floating on the green bamboo leaves, and smoke was curling up, turning into a cloud of mist that blocked the view of the outside world.

However, in the previous message, Taoist Cuihuang also included the method of sound transmission, so Chu Tai and the others did not encounter too many obstacles.

After meeting Taoist Cuihuang, the other party did not exchange any greetings and directly took Chu Tai to find Feifei.

"This child was sent out by Daoist Fellow Han Shang. I didn't dare to tell you about his existence in the message, but he was frightened and refused to listen to anything I said."

Upon hearing this, Chu Tai had some guesses in his mind, and at the same time informed the other party of his new discovery, asking Taoist Cuihuang to think twice when inviting his senior brother.

After saying that, the two of them arrived at Feifei's room.

Feifei was in a semi-comatose state, trying hard to stay awake. The moment she heard the noise, she raised her head, looked around vigilantly, and clenched a faint spiritual light in her hand.

When he saw Chu Tai's face, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and said, "Master asked me to give this to you."

As he spoke, his whole body went limp, staring at Chu Tai with half-lidded eyes.

Chu Tai hurried forward and found that there was an evil spirit lurking in the child's body. After casting a spell to release it, he looked at the spiritual light.

Wu Chaoxi, who was standing on Chu Tai's shoulder, tilted his head and also stared at the spiritual light.

"It seems to be a message left by Han Shang? This little fat guy said he would give it to you. Do you know how to unlock it?"

Chu Tai looked at it carefully and found that the sealing method bore traces of the ones he had drawn on his natal talisman.

He stretched out his hand and tapped twice, and a stream of light surged, and the shadow of Han Shang Sanren appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing Chu Tai and Wu Chaoxi, Han Shang smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two fellow Taoists..."

Wu Chaoxi frowned: "The method of splitting the spirit and leaving a shadow? This method damages the spirit and soul, which is harmful to your reincarnation. Why do you use this method to leave a sound? And didn't we figure out the problem before? Why did you end up like this?"

"Fate."

Han Shang Sanren let out a long sigh.

"I am beyond help. Instead of leaving years of hard training to others, I might as well leave something for Feifei."

"Your Dao was taken away? Was it the Heavenly Demon's Dao-stealing method, the Lord Demon's pill-stealing method, the Buddha Demon's lotus-planting method, or the Blood Demon's hemolysis method?"

In response to Chu Tai's doubts, Han Shang Sanren just showed a slightly bitter smile.

"I don't know either. When I just got back, someone used the Wind-Fixing Bead to break my wind magic. I didn't even have time to cast a spell before my protective magic weapon was broken. Apparently someone in the valley leaked my magic skills."

"So I only had time to send Feifei away. As for the final outcome, I am not very clear about it."

“But before that, I could feel that I had already met with a disaster. It was a very complete demise.”

As he said that, Han Shang Sanren reached out his hand to help Fei Fei who was crawling over, but his palm could only pass through the other person's body.

Feifei stood there in a daze, her mouth slightly open, her emerald eyes becoming moist, like polished jade.

He lowered his head, sniffed his nose hard, and looked at Han Shang Sanren in a slightly better state.

"Master, you will be fine, you will be fine..."

Halfway through her speech, Feifei couldn't help but burst into tears.

He was also a descendant of a cultivator and had learned from his mother, so he could see the state of Han Shang San Ren. "It's my fault, I am a jinx, I am a jinx..."

The tears fell down in big drops, which made Han Shangsanren feel distressed. He squatted down, and before he could try to persuade her, Feifei had already lowered her voice and muttered to herself.

"Master must have something important to tell the seniors. Don't pay attention to me. I will be fine soon..."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and raised his head, as if trying to smile, but tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes. His several attempts ended in failure, and he looked even more hideous.

Han Shang Sanren sighed and bowed to Chu Tai and the other two. "I was killed by a traitor because of my incompetence, and this child has to bear the infamy. Today, I shamelessly ask you three to protect me. In return, I can give you all the cultivation insights of my ancestors and I."

Wu Chaoxi looked at the other party without saying anything. Taoist Cuihuang was also silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

It was Chu Tai, however, who, thinking of the cause of death of Feifei's mother, and then thinking about the current situation of the State of Chu, and the cause of death of Han Shang Sanren, gave the first answer.

"Don't worry, my friend. This matter is no longer just your family's business. It is a harbinger of disaster that will affect the entire Chu State. Feifei is the key to this. Even if you haven't entrusted your orphan to us, we will still take care of her."

In fact, Chu Tai said this not only to Han Shang Sanren, but also to Wu Chaoxi.

This situation of a disciple killing his master obviously constitutes a great shock to the principles of humanity and law. More importantly, the Huifeng Valley has a special terrain and can be used as a breeding ground for wind disaster demons with a little use.

Therefore, Han Shang Sanren’s affairs cannot be regarded as the affairs of his family.

Wu Chaoxi, who understood this, also expressed that he would protect Feifei.

Taoist Cui Huang saw this scene, shook his head and smiled, "You two spoke so quickly that I, Daoist Han Shang, who has been friends with him the longest, had to speak last. Daoist, don't worry, as long as Feifei is still in this mountain, I will keep him safe."

After getting the replies from the three people, Han Shang Sanren didn't say anything else and lightly tapped Fei Fei's forehead.

Aura emerged from the place where Han Shang Sanren tapped lightly, spreading out layer by layer, and then a wonderful pattern containing wind and cloud figures emerged.

As soon as this pattern appeared, Chu Tai and the other two heard gusts of wind in their ears, followed by the flow of breath and the clarification of vital energy. The three of them felt as if they were being pulled into the sky by an inexplicable force.

Looking around, there are various kinds of wind blowing in all directions, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low, each with its own characteristics.

Chu Tai stretched out his hand, and a wisp of warm wind wrapped around his fingertips. He spread out his five fingers, and the five directions of wind flowed in his palm and entangled with each other.

But upon deeper exploration, these customs were just the surface of the pattern. Looking at the pattern, Chu Tai couldn't help but speak.

"The wind is the energy of heaven and earth, which comes freely and freely, without discrimination between the noble and the humble, high and low. The wind is the breath of heaven and earth..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two who were still exploring the wind were struck by lightning. The wind that was swirling around them quickly dissipated, leaving only the sound of soft exhalation. However, from this soft sound, the two saw the celestial phenomena surging and all things changing.

"Wind is the air of heaven and earth... Wind is the breath of heaven and earth..."

"Is this what you saw, fellow Taoist?"

Han Shang Sanren looked at Chu Tai, with obvious surprise in his eyes, and then some emotion.

"If I had met you ten years earlier, I might not be here today. No, even if I had met you ten years earlier, I would not have let you watch this, and you would not have heard these words. This is really fate..."

"The core of your lineage's inheritance is actually this?!"

Different from Chu Tai's calmness and Han Shang Sanren's sigh, Wu Chaoxi was about to explode into a ball.

The wind blew under the feathers, making the whole bird swell up a lot, but the crow fairy's eyes never left the pattern.

(End of this chapter)

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