Chapter 8

With a cold and frosty expression, Flame God said with a hint of disdain: "This person absolutely cannot be targeting Lord Yan Jifeng. He must have received some incorrect information. This guy's strength is too poor; he can't even withstand one of my moves. He only brought a few Death Servants that haven't been fully cultivated into mature combatants. At most, he's just a minor soldier. How could he have the qualifications to pursue Lord Yan Jifeng!"

Flame God's tone was very certain. Feili sighed slightly and said, "I still need to report to Lord Yan Jifeng and investigate this person's background. You go and keep an eye on Xu Fu. Lord Yan Jifeng has high hopes for Pang Qian." Feili extended her finger and lightly drew in the air, causing the air to ripple. The short-haired beautiful girl took a step and disappeared into thin air.

Flame God watched Feili disappear and muttered to himself, "No matter what enemy Lord Yan Jifeng encounters, I will always stand in front of him. Unless I die, no enemy will ever get to Lord Yan Jifeng. Feili, you must feel the same way..." Flame God's voice echoed in the room, and then he transformed into a streak of fire, dissipating into nothingness.

Feili had just taken a shower, and steam still rose from her body. She was only wrapped in a bath towel, her bare feet touching the ground, revealing smooth and delicate calves. She walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

Ning Yue had already changed into a new set of clothes. From the material and craftsmanship, it was clear that it wasn't cheap. He smiled at Feili and said, "You still have the habit of taking a shower every time you come back from outside. You haven't changed after all these years!"

Feili snapped her fingers, and seven or eight bottles of drinks appeared out of nowhere. She casually picked one, gently unscrewed the cap, took a small sip, and said lightly, "Lord Yan Jifeng, this matter is very troublesome. We killed the wrong person."

Ning Yue said indifferently, "Since he attacked me, it's not unjust for him to be killed. As for killing the wrong person, it's a trivial matter. I've lived for seven hundred years, and the number of people who died unjustly at my hands is countless. One more or less doesn't matter."

Feili frowned. The short-haired beautiful girl couldn't help but say, "I couldn't gather more intelligence, but from the clue of the Death Servants, this person should be from Asgard. The great ancestor who created the Death Servants is one of Loki's descendants, so this person should have some connection to Loki."

Ning Yue asked, "What does Loki want?"

Feili shrugged her delicate shoulders and said, "We don't know what they want! This time, Loki didn't send a manifestation to the main world. He only transformed a virtual phase into the Great Collapse Technique, crossing two realms to pursue Xu Fu. Loki actually abandoned a virtual phase to transform it into the Great Collapse Technique, almost using all his strength to pursue Xu Fu. It seems Xu Fu must have some secret that forces Loki to risk offending Penglai to kill him."

"Then what?"

Ning Yue asked casually, opened a bottle of pear juice, and took a big sip of the cold, sweet liquid, feeling slightly more invigorated.

Feili slowly dried her hair and said lightly, "This person probably came to this city to meet Luo Xuan, but for some reason, he attacked you. We should contact Xu Xun and Xu Fu; perhaps we can get some new intelligence!"

Ning Yue stretched lazily and said with little interest, "Leave this matter to you! Contact Xu Xun as the assistant land manager of this city. Unless necessary, don't remind me about this again." As a seven-hundred-year-old old-timer who had seen countless storms, this matter, though mysterious, didn't excite Ning Yue. It was even less appealing than the new anime series that would be updated on the weekend.

Ning Yue stood up easily and walked out of the room with a somewhat helpless look from Feili.

Feili lived in a high-end residential area in the city center. Ning Yue had lived in this city for over a decade and knew the surrounding environment well. After turning down two streets and walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at the city's busiest commercial district.

He hadn't intended to buy anything, just to wander around. He visited a few anime stores he often went to and checked if the latest computer models were available at Bainaohui. Time passed in this way.

Ning Yue looked like an ordinary middle school student, and no one would imagine that he was a seven-hundred-year-old monster. Even Yan Jifeng himself had once wondered how to spend his endless life.

Yan Jifeng was once an unparalleled grandmaster, the focus of all, and every move he made would affect the world's trends.

Yan Jifeng had once been a world-weary, idealistic person, fighting for the anti-Yuan and pro-Han cause, challenging and defeating various Mongol Yuan experts without regard for his own life.

Yan Jifeng had also crossed into other worlds, practicing more powerful martial arts, possessing a vast power that surpassed any empire in Earth's history, and even breaking the constraints of the physical body, transcending time and space, shattering the void, and ascending to godhood.

Yan Jifeng had faced countless great enemies, overcoming the strong, challenging almost invincible deities, and surviving countless near-death experiences, even in his final days...

Yan Jifeng had seen the most tragic heroes, the most despicable villains, the most cunning enemies, the wisest sages, the most beautiful emotions, the most precious treasures, the most powerful weapons that could destroy everything, unimaginable wealth, and the most formidable martial arts...

But in the end, he realized that time could erase everything. No matter how hard he worked to achieve his goals, time would quietly erase them, leaving no trace. He began to doubt whether what he had done had any meaning.

Yan Jifeng had used dozens of identities, most of which had been spectacular, doing countless shocking things. But these identities, such as Yan Jifeng, were long forgotten, completely erased from history, leaving not even a trace. Some identities, like Fu Qingzhu, could only be found in history books with a bit of effort.

He knew that the world was constantly changing, and so were the times. If he clung to outdated ways and acted according to ideas from hundreds of years ago, he would ultimately be swept into the dustbin of history.

He also didn't like the old, calculating, and decaying way of thinking, nor did he like bringing the old, rigid, and outdated ideas from hundreds of years ago into the future.

So, after taking on the new identity of Ning Yue, he wanted to try a new way of thinking for a few decades to test some ideas.

He strove to transform himself, from appearance to thought, even to the soul, into Ning Yue, rather than thinking from Yan Jifeng's perspective.

He liked the latest electronic products, anime, American superhero movies, various delicious foods, and girls of Ning Yue's "age." He tolerated his silly cousin Pang Qian and studied hard to get into a better school.

So Ning Yue would say to Feili, "I am Ning Yue..."

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