Chapter 129: Glory Castle

As soon as Pamela left, Hu Feng and the Holy Angel Taliana began to focus on their cultivation together.

This small Holy Bead condensed the prayers and heart’s blood of the nuns over thousands of years, and the Holy Energy it contained far exceeded imagination. As soon as the sealed wooden box was opened, the crystalline Holy Bead floated into the air and slowly spun. With every rotation, a wave of pure Holy Energy was emitted, seeping into the pores of their bodies.

Bathed in this divine, gentle, and seemingly inexhaustible energy, the expression of the Holy Angel Taliana became calmer and calmer. The injuries on her body slowly recovered, seeping out drops of poisonous Black Blood. The injuries inside Hu Feng’s body also recovered rapidly; the cracks on his muscles and bones disappeared quickly, and under the bath of immense energy, his muscles and bones even became further condensed. The eight Demon God Phantoms that had become dim after the battle with the Cold Moon City Lord also solidified accordingly. Finally, the majestic Holy Energy seeped into every part of his body, circulated a few times inside, and then rushed into the Alternate Dimension within his body like a tide.

Hoo…

With a thought, Hu Feng arrived at the Alternate Dimension of the Prime Realm, bringing with him a gentle breeze.

Looking around, the vast Prime Realm had undergone earth-shaking changes, with large patches of grassland and vast forests appearing. With the help of the Flying Dragon City Lord Maurice, it presented a vitality never seen before. The eight nuns who were taken in during the emergency earlier were not only not suffocating, but were also spirited after absorbing the power of the Prime Realm.

“Lord!”

Seeing Hu Feng’s figure, the nuns were terrified and uneasy.

Having witnessed Hu Feng kill City Lord Quentin with their own eyes, everyone knew that Hu Feng was definitely not as simple as an ordinary little Divine Official. After being suddenly taken into the Prime Realm and looking at the completely unfamiliar environment, each of them felt terrified and uneasy, not knowing how Hu Feng would deal with them.

“This is the Prime Realm, a world completely under my control. From now on, you will live here!”

Hu Feng pondered for a moment, and with a light swipe of the Death Oak, the ropes on the nuns were cut apart one after another. Then, he took out the Dark Magic Pen and wrote huge Runes one by one. Soon, a holy Monastery rose from the ground. The identity of a Divine Official was still very important for his future plans, and since a few nuns already knew his secret, naturally, he could not let them leak it out.

“Yes, thank you, Lord!”

Seeing Hu Feng’s vast supernatural powers, the nuns bowed and saluted.

“Here, build a Monastery completely under my control, bring in the holy and beautiful nuns, and then…”

Watching the nuns’ graceful figures walking away, Hu Feng gave an evil smile and thought of an even larger plan.

While Hu Feng was focusing on his cultivation, inside a distant great hall, Redelson prostrated himself before a stalwart young man. Inside the hall, it was solemn and quiet; the air was filled with clouds and mist, which was different from ordinary mist, as it was entirely composed of pure Magic Power. One breath inhaled would merge more energy into the body than cultivating for a hundred years normally, as if one had arrived at the legendary ocean of Magic Power.

Outside the great hall was a massive Thunder Pool, with thunder rolling. The warriors cultivating inside the pool were completely naked; their bodies were blasted with cracks by the terrifying lightning, and after soaking in the pool water, they recovered rapidly to welcome the next, even fiercer bombardment. Repeating this process, their bodies became tougher and tougher like black iron.

Thunder City!

After returning to the family castle through a Teleportation Scroll, Redelson quickly came before His Highness Prince Arthas.

“This is not an ordinary knife wound, nor is it poison, but the aura of fate. Ordinary methods cannot stop the bleeding or treat it at all!”

Looking at the wound on Redelson, the condescending Arthas had no expression on his face.

Redelson could be said to have suffered a devastating loss this time. The wounds corroded by the Poison Dragon’s dragon breath healed rapidly upon soaking in the Thunder Pool. Although the severed arm could not grow back for a while, the shocking wounds also healed rapidly. Only the wound left by the Death Oak kept bleeding without stopping, and his hollow eyes dripped with fresh blood.

Losing an arm, and even becoming blind!

Redelson had a hideous look on his face. Whenever he thought of Hu Feng, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth. “Your Highness, what should I do? Please help Redelson. I don’t want to become a useless person. I want to tear that guy from Blackwater into pieces with my own hands!”

“Redelson, it’s not that I won’t help you, but there is nothing I can do about the wound on your body either.”

Prince Arthas paused, then continued indifferently: “Of course, it’s not that there is no way at all. Take my token and go find the High Priest; he should have a solution. However, Redelson, you have disappointed me greatly. It’s not because of the failure of the mission, but because even now, you still don’t know where you were defeated. If you go to take revenge like this, even if all your wounds recover, you will still be defeated again.”

“Is that because I have cultivated too few Ancient Divine Abilities and need to cultivate more?” Redelson raised his head.

“No, you are wrong. You still haven’t realized it!”

Looking at the severely injured Redelson, Prince Arthas shook his head. “Your greatest enemy is actually yourself. If you hadn’t been too careless and arrogant, how could you have lost to a small figure’s sword? It’s not that you have cultivated too few Ancient Divine Abilities, but too many. You only need to cultivate the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, cultivate the Great Thunder Sound Technique to the extreme, and train your strength to the limit, and that would be enough! True Ancient Divine Abilities do not lie in quantity, but in how deeply you cultivate them. Never compare your weaknesses with your enemy’s strengths!”

Train strength to the limit?

Redelson’s eyes lit up. He nodded in agreement, bowed to accept the order, and with Prince Arthas’s token, he turned and left. He secretly swore that when his Great Thunder Sound Technique was cultivated to the limit, it would be the time to cut off Hu Feng’s head!

“A little guy with the strength of a Great Magician actually dared to ambush a Demi-god Stronger? Interesting, interesting. The Wasteland is really becoming more and more interesting!”

Watching the receding figure of his capable assistant Redelson, the condescending Prince Arthas smiled coldly. With a ‘swoosh’, a long sword with a biting cold aura appeared in his hand. As soon as the sharp long sword appeared, drops of frost appeared on the ground, walls, and roof. The entire hall suddenly became biting cold, like a thousand-year-old ice cavern.

After resting in the City of Bathing Fire for three days, Hu Feng and the others quickly set off for the distant Glory Castle.

After devouring the immense power contained in the Holy Bead, the Holy Angel Taliana’s injuries had recovered by about fifty percent. Although she still could not be a direct enemy of a powerful Demi-god Peak Stronger, her combat power was much stronger than before. To help her heal further, Hu Feng simply took her and Little Demon and the others into the Prime Realm within his body. After merging with the energy of the Dark Dragon Vein, the energy concentration inside the Prime Realm was much stronger than the outside world, making cultivation twice the result with half the effort.

“Lord, after arriving at Glory Castle, where will you go next?”

The Nun Cinia spoke while looking at Hu Feng sitting opposite her. Her face was calm, but unbeknownst to her, every time she saw Hu Feng, a ripple appeared in her heart. Along the way, the journey was difficult, but for some reason, sometimes she hoped that this road would be as long as possible, never reaching the end.

Unlike ordinary Divine Officials, Hu Feng’s sincerity, sunny disposition, and uninhibited manner left a deep impression on her the first time they met. Since then, it could no longer be erased.

“I don’t know. Perhaps, I will settle down in a Monastery that no one knows about; perhaps, I will continue to wander in the Wasteland!”

Hu Feng put on a weather-beaten look, paused, and then continued: “Of course, maybe one day, I will return to the Bright Summit outside the Wasteland. However, by that time, you, as a Saintess, may not remember me, a little Divine Official.”

Looking at the beautiful, tranquil, and sacredly inviolable Cinia, for some reason, Hu Feng suddenly thought of Ophelia, from whom there had been no news, and remembered the story of the cherry blossoms he told her back then.

Some people, some things, when you want to remember them, you can’t remember them no matter what; but when you want to forget them, you can’t forget them no matter what!

“Impossible!”

Cinia said decisively. She could forget this Wasteland where she grew up, but she could never forget Hu Feng’s appearance. Looking at the horizon where the sky and water merged into one color, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and she continued faintly: “Lord Hu Feng, is being a Saintess really that good? I feel like I am the greatest sinner. Along the way, so many disasters have happened because of me. If it weren’t for escorting me to Glory Castle, the accompanying Knights and Priests would not have died. If I could, I would rather be an ordinary Nun in the Monastery, never stepping into the outside world.”

“Actually, I am the greatest sinner. But unlike you, I would rather wander outside forever than stay quietly in a Monastery for even a day!”

Hu Feng gave an evil smile, closed his eyes, and continued to focus on his cultivation.

Cinia felt that she was a sinner and began to look at the world with suspicious eyes; this was a good thing. The day she began to waver in her faith would be the beginning of her true fall.

Hu Feng believed that this day would not be too far away!

After being tortured into a useless person, the triangular-faced Saliel was silent all the way, only his eyes filled with unforgettable hatred. Among so many people in the group, Hu Feng and Randolph and the others were unharmed, continuing their journey with Elder Pamela’s blessing. Only he alone was severely injured, walking a circle on the edge of death. All of this made him feel deep injustice and hatred.

Abbas was clearly not killed by him; that guy just crashed into him himself. With so many people traveling together, why did he have to be the only one to bear all this in the end? Why?

The more Abbas thought about it, the more he couldn’t figure it out. The hatred in his heart grew deeper day by day, especially when looking at Hu Feng sitting in the carriage with the Candidate Saintess Cinia, he felt even more uncomfortable. So many things happened along the way, he had an intuition that everything bad seemed to be caused by Hu Feng, this guy of unknown origin, and he secretly harbored a grudge.