Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 62 Blood Debt

Wanyan Yue bent down to help Zheng's body, when a sudden gust of wind swept over her from behind.

She only had time to turn her head before a huge hand, as big as a fan, grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her off the ground like a chick.

"Don't come any closer!"

The centaur leader roared, his eyes fixed on the white figure slowly descending between the mountain ridges. His eyes were filled with an all-knowing certainty.

"I understand... I understand everything!"

"You're also a shaman of the Red Tent! You also plan to arrange a holy marriage between this woman from the Eastern Continent and Wanyan Yue, don't you?!"

The five fingers gripping her neck tightened suddenly, and the girl's face flushed red instantly, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Back off! If she takes another step forward, I'll snap her neck!"

On the mountain ridge, the white figure continued its journey.

Zhang Nanfeng descended through the frost, and the blood essence that had been rampaging and killing seemed to be summoned, like a weary dragon returning to the sea, receding into his body and absorbing all its bloody stench.

The centaur leader turned his head and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Of the 123 sacrificial warriors, only dried corpses remain on the ground.

As the north wind swept by, several corpses floated and rolled like withered leaves.

The centaur leader turned to look at the approaching white figure, his heart trembling violently.

This creature is definitely not a wolf.

Ordinary wolves and beasts would not have such abyssal eyes, such a composed demeanor, or such methods.

This creature must be a shaman wearing a white wolf skin and performing a ritual of animal transformation.

"As expected... it was indeed the work of the Red Tent..."

The centaur leader's teeth chattered, his conviction growing ever stronger.

He immediately tightened his grip on his palm, intending to strangle Wanyan Yue until she fainted, using her as leverage.

But the next moment, he froze.

Zhang Nanfeng raised his eyes, and two dark glints in the depths of his wolf-like eyes, like cold stars, nailed his entire body, bones, and blood vessels to the spot.

The centaur leader was utterly horrified.

He wanted to move, to strangle the girl in his hand, and make her die with him.

However, his body was out of control, his fingers could not exert any force, and his limbs were like rotten wood.

Wanyan Yue fell to the ground, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

She looked up at the snow-white figure, her eyes not filled with relief at escaping danger, but with deep doubt.

Every word of the centaur leader's roar had reached my ears.

Could it be... that he, like Tuotuo, is after the bloodline in my mother's and my body?

As she pondered this, her spirits plummeted.

Zhang Nanfeng stopped when he was about three zhang away.

He sized up the deformed, half-human, half-horse body before him, revealing his disgust without any attempt to hide it.

He swallowed lightly, and a surge of wind energy welled up in his coccyx, condensing into an invisible and colorless wind blade that grazed past the other's left shoulder.

A muffled thud, as light as tearing thin paper.

The left arm that had just restrained Wanyan Yue snapped off cleanly at the root, blood gushing out like a fountain, the severed limb falling like snow, the five fingers of the remaining limb still twitching uncontrollably.

Wanyan Yue stood to the side, staring blankly at this scene, then staring blankly at Zhang Nanfeng.

Zhang Nanfeng looked down at her, his wolf head slightly tilted, the meaning in his eyes self-evident.

Kill him.

Wanyan Yue instantly understood its deeper meaning. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly pushed herself up from the ground.

She walked to Zheng's body and slowly pulled the blood-stained hairpin from her mother's cold palm.

The tip of the hairpin gleamed with a bluish-green hue under the snow's light, like a frozen tear.

She stepped forward and walked up to the centaur leader who was frozen in place.

The other man's knees were stuck in the snow, his shoulders were bare, and his flesh was covered in blood. His eyes were filled with resentment and despair.

Wanyan Yue raised her foot and kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him backward.

She straddled him, held the jade hairpin upside down, raised it high, and then thrust it down with all her might.

The hairpin's tip pierced through the eye socket and went all the way to the handle.

He pulled out the hairpin and stabbed again, piercing through the remaining eye as well.

Horse blood mixed with cloudy eye fluid gushed from the wound.

She mechanically repeated the stabbing motion, blood splattering all over her face.

The centaur leader twitched a few times and then fell silent.

Panting heavily, Wanyan Yue stopped moving, clutching the jade hairpin soaked in crimson, and slumped down beside the corpse.

She looked up at Zhang Nanfeng, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her.

She wanted to escape.

But when his gaze fell upon Zheng's corpse and then upon seeing the desiccated corpses scattered across the field behind him, his feet sank into a heap and he did not move an inch.

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse:

"Who...are you?"

The north wind carried the question, gently bringing it to Zhang Nanfeng.

Zhang Nanfeng stared at her. Although he couldn't understand her words, he could read the questioning in her eyes and see that her hand holding the hairpin was trembling and that she was full of wariness.

He remained unmoved.

The debt of gratitude has been repaid, and the cause and effect have been settled. He saved her life and then let her personally kill the chieftain of their enemy; from then on, they owed each other nothing.

As for how she perceived him—whether she was a god or a ghost, a friend or a foe—it was all irrelevant to him.

He closed his eyes briefly, about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred within the blood-filled palace on the spine.

The blood bead formed by the Three Elements Blood Refinement absorbed the essence of over a hundred sacrificial animals, expanding in size. At this moment, it was throbbing violently, like an out-of-control heart, causing the Blood Palace to tremble.

Zhang Nanfeng's expression hardened. Upon looking inside, he saw the three-colored light on the surface of the blood bead moving wildly, tearing at each other, and showing signs of disintegration and separation, as if it would explode at any moment.

He dared not delay and immediately focused his mind to forcefully suppress the restless blood beads.

The blood droplet trembled violently, and fell silent for a moment as the tri-colored light was forcibly suppressed.

However, Zhang Nanfeng felt no sense of relief.

This kind of suppression is like pressing a spring; the tighter the suppression, the stronger the rebound will be, and sooner or later it will become uncontrollable.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing his body tremble and twitch slightly, Wanyan Yue assumed he was about to attack. Her heart tightened, and she instinctively raised her arm to block in front of her, pushing her palm forward to defend herself.

Zhang Nanfeng glanced at her indifferently, not paying any attention to this unfounded suspicion.

His blood palace roared within him, and the backlash from the Three Elements Blood Refinement was surging, threatening to erupt into crisis at any moment. He had no time to waste and urgently needed to find a secluded place to thoroughly investigate this incident.

With a flash of white, he transformed into a wisp of wind, instantly disappearing into the mountain ridge without a trace.

Wanyan Yue Ning stood there, her arm that had been blocking her way slowly falling down.

She gazed at the disappearing white figure, then looked down at her blood-stained hands, feeling a sense of vast emptiness and despair.

A cold wind blew against her face, and she shivered, shaking her head to suppress her confusion.

She turned around, walked back to Zheng's body step by step, bent down, grabbed her mother's arm, and tried to pull her up.

Although Zheng was slender, she was still as heavy as a mountain for a young girl who had just experienced a series of dramatic changes.

Wanyan Yue gritted her teeth, supported her mother's back with her shoulder, put her hands under her armpits, and dragged her slowly towards the camp step by step.

Behind him, a long trail was left in the snow, like a wound that was difficult to heal.

......

Zhang Nanfeng ran wildly, following the flow of spiritual energy in the wind and snow, and finally found a sheltered cliff recess.

Surrounded by sheer cliffs on three sides, with only a narrow passage for entry and exit, this place is difficult for outsiders to find. Inside, it is dry and windless, which is perfect for him to calm his mind and focus his spirit.

He calmed his mind and sank into the Blood Palace, sensing once again the scarlet blood bead that had begun to throb wildly.