Fantasy World: Seducing The Heroine At The Start

Chapter 154: Saint Realm cultivator commits suicide

"It is not up to you."

Feng Yun looked at the man calmly as he walked toward him, his footsteps unhurried, his expression unchanged.

The Saint Realm cultivator’s heart sank.

In the instant Feng Yun moved, the surrounding space suddenly shifted. Lines of faint light flashed beneath their feet and vanished just as quickly. It was so fast that the Saint Realm cultivator only realised something was wrong when his connection to the outside world was completely cut off.

An instant-deployment formation.

The man’s pupils shrank.

This was precisely why Feng Yun had chosen to act here. He did not intend to kill this person immediately. He needed answers. The Demon Blood Cult was too dangerous to ignore, and leaving them in the dark would only invite future disaster.

The Saint Realm cultivator glared at Feng Yun, blood-red veins faintly visible in his eyes.

"If you think you can force me to speak," he said coldly, "you are dreaming."

Feng Yun did not reply.

He stepped forward and threw a single punch.

There was no flashy technique, no violent explosion of energy. The strike was simple, direct, and precise. It landed squarely on the man’s abdomen.

A sharp cracking sound echoed.

The Saint Realm cultivator’s body flew backward, slamming into the invisible boundary of the formation before collapsing to the ground. His aura shattered instantly, like glass struck by a hammer.

"Ahhh—!"

A scream tore from his throat as pain overwhelmed him. His cultivation base collapsed in an instant, his meridians broken beyond repair. The strength he had cultivated for decades vanished like smoke.

Feng Yun stood over him, looking down without the slightest hesitation.

"So", Feng Yun said evenly, "are you going to speak or not?"

The man lay on the ground, his face pale and twisted, his body trembling uncontrollably. He struggled to lift his head, hatred burning in his eyes.

"Fuck you..." he spat hoarsely. "You will die a horrible death."

Feng Yun watched him quietly.

Then, suddenly, the man’s body stiffened.

His eyes widened as his limbs began to convulse violently. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, his nose, and his ears. His breathing turned erratic, shallow, and desperate.

Feng Yun’s gaze sharpened.

"A soul-binding curse," he muttered.

Before Feng Yun could act, the man let out a final, broken gasp. His body jerked once more, then went completely still. The life drained from his eyes, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell.

He was dead.

The instant deployment formation faded quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Yun stood there for a long moment, looking at the corpse on the ground.

The Demon Blood Cult was as ruthless as ever.

They would rather die than reveal their secrets.

Feng Yun clenched his fist slightly, then relaxed it.

"This changes nothing," he said calmly.

Even though the man had taken his own life, Feng Yun had already confirmed enough. The cult definitely has a big plan toward the Black Plain City. It didn’t matter if there was a treasure hidden in the Black Plain City.

The Blood Demon Cult believed there was; that was why they were putting in such efforts. Either they have obtained some clues regarding the treasure, or it originally belonged to them.

According to the records, the Black Plain City used to be the location of the Blood Demon Cult before it was destroyed by the righteous sects.

Willing to send a Saint Realm cultivator after, it surprised him a little. Losing a Saint Realm cultivator would be a great blow to the Blood Demon Sect. It takes many resources to produce a single Saint Realm cultivator.

"Well, you are finally on the kill list now." Feng Yun murmured softly.

Feng Yun turned away, his expression cold but steady.

The Demon Blood Cult had made its move.

Now, it was his turn.

Next, Feng Yun walked around the city, looking for any suspicious person to see if there were other people of the Blood Demon Cult present in the Maple Leaf City, and found none. Looks like they sent only three people this time.

’I have to speed up my plan; the news of the demise of three people must have been noticed by the Blood Demon Cult,’ Feng Yun thought inwardly. The saint realm cultivator has a soul curse on him, which must be placed by the higher-ups of the cult.

Whoever put the curse on him must have sensed it when it triggered.

After returning to his clan, Feng Yun met his father and told him about his return to the Black Plain City.

Why all of a sudden?" Feng Bai asked, clearly surprised. "What happened?"

"Something came up," Feng Yun replied calmly. "I need to return to Black Plain City to handle some matters."

Feng Bai frowned slightly. He could tell that Feng Yun was holding something back, but he did not press further. Over the years, he had learned that when his son chose not to say something, it was usually to spare others unnecessary worry.

"Is it dangerous?" Feng Bai asked after a brief pause.

Feng Yun shook his head. "Nothing I can’t handle."

Feng Bai studied him for a moment, then sighed. "You’ve grown used to carrying things alone."

Feng Yun did not deny it. "Some matters are better handled quietly."

Feng Bai nodded slowly. "Very well. How long will you be gone?"

"I’m not sure," Feng Yun replied. "But the clan will remain safe. I will make some arrangements."

Feng Bai’s expression softened slightly. "Then I won’t stop you."

He paused, then added, "But be careful. No matter how strong you become, you’re still my son."

Feng Yun smiled faintly. "I know."

After that, Feng Yun placed a guardian formation around the entire Feng Clan. So that the Feng Clan could defend against the enemies in his absence.

Next Feng Yun talked to Li Shixin, sharing an intimate moment before leaving. He didn’t take Wang Ruo with him this time. The Black Plain City was going to be chaotic.