The Good-for-Nothing's Counterattack: Full-time Spiritual Master

They all wanted to know what happened inside and whether there were any rare treasures or powerful secret manuals.

When Feng Qingshi saw those people ready to make a move, his eyes instantly turned icy cold. He said coldly: "If you dare to go in, I will kill you without mercy!"

His voice was like an ice knife in the cold winter, revealing a strong murderous intent, making the air around them seem to freeze.

Suddenly, the more than 20 people brought by Feng Qingshi quickly surrounded those who wanted to enter.

Each of these people displayed the cultivation of a noble level, and powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out in all directions like surging waves.

Those who originally wanted to go in and check were intimidated by the powerful aura and dared not move at all for a moment.

They were all secretly wondering in their hearts who these people were and how they could mobilize so many powerful people at once.

Su Hai also did not forget his brat's instructions. He looked at those people with a hint of disdain in his eyes and said coldly, "Do you want to get out of here or stay?"

The threat in the tone was obvious, meaning that either you leave or die here.

Those people naturally understood what he meant. Although they were unwilling in their hearts, they knew that they had no chance of winning when facing these powerful masters.

After weighing the pros and cons, they could only leave in disgrace.

"You stay here and guard. Anyone who comes near will be killed without mercy!" Feng Qingshi looked at the people he brought with a serious and cold expression, and said without any doubt.

One of them saw Feng Qingshi going in alone, and was worried, so he couldn't help but persuade him, "Master!"

"Go back and accept your punishment!" Feng Qingshi looked at him coldly. There was no room for negotiation in his eyes. After saying that, he climbed onto the back of the flying sacred beast again.

Su Hai naturally had to go down to check the situation as well. He simply gave a few instructions to his men and followed Feng Qingshi down.

After they got down to the bottom of the cliff, they immediately held their breath and concentrated, slowly releasing their spiritual sense like a fine spider thread to investigate the situation nearby.

The divine consciousness was like a nimble tentacle, rapidly spreading across the entire area.

Soon, they caught the faint breath of the three people, which was like a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time.

The two did not dare to delay at all and hurriedly rushed in that direction.

When they arrived, the scene before them made their hearts suddenly tighten.

What came into view was a pitch-black empty space with pits of various sizes on the ground, as if it had been hit by a huge disaster.

The ground was covered with charred marks, like a huge canvas that had been burned by fire. The original vitality and color had long been stripped away.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. The smell was so strong that it seemed like materialized black fog, constantly drilling into people's nasal cavities and making people feel nauseous.

Not far away, more than a dozen holy beasts were standing guard in full battle readiness, their eyes alert and tired.

In the middle of the sacred beasts, there were three human-shaped "black charcoals" lying.

How could you tell that there were three people? The three bodies were all charred black, and their clothes had long been burned to pieces by the thunder. They were stuck to their skin and mixed with the charred flesh, making it impossible to tell one from the other.

There were shocking traces of lightning strikes crisscrossing their bodies, like the hideous claw marks left by the devil.

In some places, the skin was torn apart, revealing the charred muscle tissue inside, and emitting a faint burnt smell;

Some places looked like charcoal that had been roasted at high temperatures, showing a terrible charcoal black color, and you could faintly see wisps of black smoke coming out of those burnt places.

Feng Qingshi and Su Hai realized that the faint breath came from the three of them. Their eyes suddenly shrank and their pupils were filled with shock and worry.

In an instant, their figures appeared next to the three people like ghosts.

Feng Wuhen's condition was particularly tragic at this time. His hair was burned into pieces by the thunder, and some parts were even emitting smoke.

His face seemed to have been painted with black paint, it was frighteningly black, only his eyes could barely show a glimmer of life.

Su Yiyun was not much better off. His arms hung limply at his sides, and the skin on his arms seemed to have been peeled off layer by layer, revealing the red and swollen muscles covered with blood scabs.

The bones inside seemed to have been deformed, and white bone fragments could be vaguely seen.

Gu Li was similar, but at this moment he also had no image at all.

She lay motionless on the ground. If it weren't for her faint breath, one would have thought she was dead.

She looked like someone who had struggled back from the brink of death, so weak that she even spoke with a feeble breath.

Seeing the two people suddenly appear, the contracted beasts guarding them were suddenly startled, and out of the instinct to protect their masters, they quickly tried to kill them.

Gu Li's weak voice sounded: "Stop!"

The sound was as faint as a feather about to fall, and it would disappear with the slightest touch.

The animals then stopped.

Seeing that they were still breathing, Su Hai and the others breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I was just struck by thunder for three hours!" Su Yiyu on the side also spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty.

Feng Wuhen nodded in agreement out of habit, but as soon as he moved, he felt severe pain.

The pain was like a surging tide that instantly drowned him. He could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a weak "Hmm!" from his throat.

Feng Qingshi looked in the direction of the sound and recognized that the piece of charcoal was his son!

Feng Qingshi heard the familiar and weak voice and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound.

When he saw clearly that the almost unrecognizable "black charcoal" in front of him was actually his son, a trace of unconcealable astonishment and heartache flashed in his eyes.

Is this really his son who is always so heroic and elegant?

In his memory, Feng Wuhen has been like a cold iceberg since he was a child, always with a face that said "keep away from strangers".

He is like a lone wolf, standing out from the crowd.

The children around him saw his cold face and kept their distance from him unconsciously.

Over the years, he has no friends except the kid from the Su family.

Feng Wuhen always seemed to be immersed in his own world, indifferent to everything in the outside world and only focused on his own cultivation.

His face was covered in black and purple spots, and he no longer had the cool and handsome look he used to have. Seeing his son like this, Feng Qingshi felt mixed emotions.

After a brief moment of astonishment and heartache, he couldn't help but take out a photo stone from his own space.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a teasing smile in his eyes. He thought to himself that this was a rare sight for his son to be in such an embarrassing state, and he must record it.

Although Feng Wuhen was extremely weak at this time, he was still conscious.

Naturally, when he saw his father's action, he couldn't help but be speechless.

childish!