Not Easy

Yi Feng rode his horse slowly to the Teleportation Island, from where he would take a ferry to the Sword Valley.

After all, as a central port, the Teleportation Island not only connected to transportation arrays leading to various domains but was also an essential stop for most public ferries.

The Sword Valley truly lived up to its name.

As soon as one set foot on this land, they could feel an intense aura of death and killing.

Everyone on the island practiced swordsmanship, and even the children playing in the streets wore swords at their waists.

However, the most eye-catching feature was undoubtedly the giant sword standing in the middle of the Sword Valley island.

The giant sword was secured by eight massive iron chains, thrust straight into the ground and reaching towards the sky, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

When Yi Feng arrived at the Sword Valley, Piaomiao Hong was already there waiting with her subordinate Luo Chen.

"Miss Hong pays her respects to sir," Piaomiao Hong bowed slightly, then continued with regret, "I heard about the Death Inheritance matter. Well, I never expected sir would actually inherit it."

"It's more than just inheriting," Yi Feng couldn't help but complain. "The inheritance's master even gave me a turtle shell, saying it's impervious to anything below a Saint's power."

As he spoke, Yi Feng concentrated his thoughts.

A yellow armor formed from the Way of Courage appeared around Yi Feng's body.

"Isn't it frustrating? Ah, it's truly heartbreaking," Yi Feng shook his head in deep sorrow.

Beside him, Piaomiao Hong and Luo Chen were shocked at the sight of the Courage Armor emanating from Yi Feng's body.

They never expected Yi Feng to obtain such an otherworldly item from the inheritance.

With this Courage Armor, one could practically walk unhindered throughout the entire Heavenly Domain.

As for Saints, although Cloud Star had some, how many could there be? You could count them on your fingers, and they were beings you couldn't normally even hope to encounter.

But hearing Yi Feng's words, their faces couldn't help but twitch.

What a peculiar thing to be heartbroken about.

This Courage Armor was something countless people would covet.

Yet in his mouth, it had become a burden.

"Well, sir, although I don't understand why you're seeking death," Piaomiao Hong couldn't help but say, "but with your influence and talent, plus this Courage Armor, barring any accidents, you're bound to become a Saint in the future, or at least a half-Saint, so why not try a different path?"

"That won't do," Yi Feng flatly refused.

Although becoming a Saint sounded impressive, what he wanted was immortality and invincibility.

Moreover, the system had warned him that in ninety-some years, there would be a great catastrophe, and if he couldn't achieve immortality and invincibility, he would be in grave danger.

"By the way, Miss Hong, didn't you say you'd help me devise a death plan? Please hurry and show it to me to comfort my wounded soul," Yi Feng said with eager anticipation.

"Uh..." At these words, Piaomiao Hong was suddenly speechless.

She secretly crushed and destroyed the jade slip she had prepared to give to Yi Feng.

The slip contained the death plan she had prepared for him.

But now she was too embarrassed to present it.

Because all of her plans were child's play in the face of the Courage Armor.

"Sir, to be honest, now that you're invincible below Saint level, I really don't know how to help you die."

"I'm not worthy!" Piaomiao Hong said with a shameful pout. "My plans might have worked before you obtained the Courage Armor, but now..."

This heavy blow nearly made Yi Feng faint.

Good heavens!

Yi Feng wailed, "Is there really no other way?"

"Well, unless we find a Saint," Piaomiao Hong said. "But Saints rarely appear in the world, they're almost impossible to find..."

Yi Feng felt utterly hopeless.

"Of course, it's not completely hopeless," Piaomiao Hong continued. "In the Nine Realms where we were before, a new Saint is about to emerge."

"Nine Realms?"

"A new Saint?"

Yi Feng's eyes lit up, surprised that their Nine Realms would also have a Saint. He immediately thought about going there to kidnap the Saint's family.

Seeing Yi Feng's calculating and vicious expression, Piaomiao Hong seemed to see through his thoughts and involuntarily shuddered, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

"Please be patient, sir," Piaomiao Hong quickly said. "Although it's certain that a Saint will emerge in the Nine Realms, and there have been many corresponding omens, according to the news we've received, that Saint hasn't fully awakened yet, so there's no point in you going there now."

Very well, I was too hasty.

Yi Feng pouted, suppressing his urge to kidnap someone.

"Also, even if that Saint awakens, we don't know if you'll have a chance," Piaomiao Hong continued to explain. "As everyone knows, a Saint's awakening causes major disturbances, and forces from various domains will rush to the Nine Realms trying to get close to the Saint. They all have their own schemes, so in such circumstances, it's uncertain whether you'll be able to catch the Saint's attention..."

"Is that so..."

Yi Feng frowned.

Finding a way to die was proving quite difficult indeed.

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