Chapter 1007: God Sealing Coffin

Tianren Wushuai: ???

What’s going on?

In an instant, Feng Yujin scooped up Feng Tang Meng Po with one hand, kicked through the void, and prepared to flee.

But he hadn’t anticipated that Feng Yujin would toss the Zhixu Object, the small bronze furnace, to the side. Then, with a flick of his finger, a drop of gray Shengxue flew out and entered his throat.

“Little girl, watch closely. This move is one you need to learn.

“But after using this, I’ll fall back into deep sleep.

“This time, I’ve played all my trump cards to help you. I only hope that while I’m asleep, you won’t slap me with any of that ridiculous sealing power again. It’s utterly absurd!

“And remember, I’m just sleeping, not dead. Don’t try to self-harm or find some way to force me out of this body.

“Once...””

“You’re so noisy,” Mo Mo’s voice appeared.

“Uh, fine, I’ll stop talking,” Feng Yujin shrank back sheepishly, even suppressing his demonic aura.

Anyway, no matter how Mo Mo struggled, she couldn’t escape his control.

He glanced toward Tianren Wushuai, who had fled into the spatial fragments, and with a boom, kicked through the space to follow.

Just then, a hesitant voice echoed in his mind: “Don’t worry, if I run into danger later... I’ll call for you.”

Feng Yujin suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face lighting up with joy: “Really?”

“Mm.”

“That’s great, that’s wonderful...”

Had his little aunt finally given her word? Was this acceptance?

It was about time!

What was so embarrassing about being a host to a Gui Shou? How many people would envy you for having an old man like me inside? I don’t eat people; I just want to stay alive... Feng Yujin was nearly moved to tears.

Who knew how much he’d tried to win Mo Mo over with temptations, and none of it had worked?

This desireless woman had finally, finally...

“Chase him.”

“Oh, oh, right, got it.”

What a joke!

In the spatial fragments, Tianren Wushuai carried Feng Tang Meng Po and fled frantically. He wouldn’t believe for a second that the one who’d just faced him off was someone who hadn’t even removed his Zhixu Object.

Didn’t that mean the person he’d fought to a draw was just a suppressed Gui Shou, with most of his power still untapped?

“Dong!”

He pulled out a Danping, popped the cork, and poured out a drop of Shengxue, swallowing it directly.

The one behind had already used Shengxue; if he didn’t, he might not even be able to escape.

His aura was rising...

Shengli was descending...

Tianren Wushuai felt the surging power within him. He wanted to vent, to destroy, but he could only think about it—he didn’t dare act.

How many years had it been?

Below the level of Bansheng, he was nearly invincible.

He knew full well the nature of his plague god attribute. Even if a Bansheng showed up, they probably wouldn’t want to fight him.

Because even if they killed him, the Bansheng’s hard-earned position would force them to face another Shengjie.

If they couldn’t pass it, they’d fall as a Sheng.

Who could handle that?

But the one behind him was insane!

When Tianren Wushuai used the Shengxue, he knew this guy had developed a killing intent.

Otherwise, they could’ve just kept trading blows—you weaken me, I seal you—with no clear end.

But using Shengxue changed everything.

An enemy already stronger than him wouldn’t hesitate to down it unless he was truly out for blood or capture.

“I’ve kicked an iron plate!”

Tianren Wushuai was filled with regret, but he didn’t even dare look back. He madly urged his Shengli, darting aimlessly through the spatial fragments.

However, the power from Shengxue needed time to grow...

This wasn’t his own power, after all. Forcing it into his Taixu body caused massive damage. If he tried to fully master the Shengxue’s power at once, he’d probably explode on the spot.

“If only I had a Wangzuo body...”

Tianren Wushuai only wished his physical form was stronger, so he could gain more from the Shengli boost and run faster.

But he wasn’t afraid.

The guy behind him was surely in the same boat.

No one in the world could swallow Shengxue and instantly master its power. It was impossible!

“Shua!”

As he pondered, a flash of light appeared ahead, and Feng Yujin blocked his path.

Tianren Wushuai’s mind went blank.

How was that possible?

How could he be... so fast?

“Run?”

Feng Yujin stood in his way, smirking with sarcasm: “What makes you think you can run? Drinking Bansheng blood will let you escape my pursuit?”

Tianren Wushuai’s lips went dry as he stared at the man before him, suddenly understanding.

Of course!

He was using Bansheng blood, a power that wasn’t his, so it took time for the Shengli to peak.

But for the one in front...

Feng Tian Shengdi!

He was probably using blood from his own body when it was still intact!

Shengdi blood!

His own!

No transition time needed!

He must’ve recovered to seventy or eighty percent of his peak state. Even if not, he could still unleash a Shengdi strike, right?

“I...”

Tianren Wushuai’s heart raced. He thought of all the tricks he hadn’t used, all the Lingqi he had for protection.

But could any of that withstand a Shengdi strike?

“Huangquan Lord, save me!”

Tianren Wushuai shouted at the top of his lungs.

Face didn’t matter anymore.

This Shengdi was mad; he feared nothing. Daring to use Shengdi power directly in the Five Domains— wasn’t he afraid of true Shengcai?

“Huangquan Lord?”

Feng Yujin formed seals with his hands, amused by the plea: “Even if the real Yanwang showed up now, they couldn’t take your life from me, let alone Huangquan!”

In the black spatial fragments, with one seal, gray Shengli spread out.

In an instant, the black was dyed gray, as if the world had frozen solid.

The next words stuck in Tianren Wushuai’s throat, sealed shut.

His Shengli was degrading, being sealed.

His Qihai was returning to calm, being sealed.

His desire to move was fading, being sealed.

His thoughts, his will, every cell in his body—it was all turning to stone, being sealed!

“Shengyu...”

Feng Yujin lifted his head, his hands surging with thick Shengli, then crossed his fingers over his chest.

The Shengli that had frozen the entire spatial fragment retracted in an instant, forming a gray-white vertical coffin behind Tianren Wushuai and Feng Tang Meng Po.

“Fengshen Guan!”

Feng Yujin slapped his hands forward, turning the Shengli into a coffin lid that slammed shut with a bang, completely sealing the two in the spatial fragments.

Even after that, Feng Yujin didn’t stop.

He sank his mind into the Great Dao, entering a state of sudden enlightenment.

This wasn’t just enlightenment.

The surrounding Tiandao rules manifested into tangible forms because of Feng Yujin’s state.

Grasping these manifestations of the Dao, he extended his hand, turning Shengli into nothingness and embedding it into the Tiandao.

“Tiandao Chenchuang!”

With a buzzing sound, space trembled slightly, and nothing else happened.

“Pu!”

Blood sprayed out.

Once it was over, the once-dominant Feng Yujin weakened in an instant.

He flickered away feebly, hoisted the coffin onto his shoulder, and flashed back to the original spatiotemporal realm, feeling his eyelids grow heavy with sleepiness.

“Mo Mo! Mo Mo!”

“I’m here.”

Mo Mo’s voice came promptly, laced with worry. She hadn’t expected sealing that decaying body to drain Feng Yujin so much.

She’d thought he was exaggerating again.

But thinking about the terrifying ability of “Tianren Wushuai”...

It seemed that in all the world, only Feng Yujin could handle it so decisively. Even a Bansheng might struggle.

“How are you feeling?” Mo Mo asked with concern.

“Not great.”

Feng Yujin had no time for chit-chat. Before sinking into sleep, he spoke rapidly: “I used a bit of my previous power— well, Shengli.

“This will probably be noticed by the other figures on the continent, but I’ve sealed off this event, something like the Shengdi’s Yinian or Sanjian Qikou in your memory...

“That way, they’ll need time to track me down.

“I don’t know how long this sleep will last, but without a doubt, the Five Great Shengdi Families will trace ‘Sanjian Qikou’ back to the sealing attribute and suspect me.

“From now on, you’re on your own. Don’t expose the sealing attribute easily, and take good care of... well, our body...”

Mo Mo was slightly stunned, feeling the weight on her shoulder.

It turned out Feng Yujin had withdrawn, and she’d taken control of the body. The weight was the Fengshen Guan.

Feng Yujin’s rambling continued: “I’ve sealed off Tianren Wushuai’s aura for you, and I’m handing over the Fengshen Guan. You can break it with sealing power.

“This thing needs at least a quarter of an hour. After that, you can release them, but their abilities will be gone.

“The decaying body might be tricky, but it should be as helpless as an ordinary person. It’ll take them a long time to recover, so deal with them as you like.

“After a day, if you take them out, they’ll be like sealing stones— you know, like that bracelet you used on me. Hilarious, heh...”

Pausing briefly, even in his weakness, Feng Yujin remembered something and urged again: “The decaying body is dangerous, but given your nature, you probably won’t harm anyone. Besides, it’s a hassle, so I’ll call someone over for you. Just wait.

“Don’t go to Guyin Cliff. Xu Xiaoshou is a troublemaker; he’s already tangled up in too many Shengdi schemes. Without me, you’d end up dead if you go. Stay here and wait...

“Of course, you can’t return to Xukong Island either. I finally escaped that hellhole. The only things that can counter sealing attributes are Jinfa Jiejie, since sealing is still just an attribute in the end.

“You should’ve accepted the inheritance earlier. If I’d recovered more power, I wouldn’t have been stuck in the Bagong, at the mercy of those Bazun An...

“Damned... Bazun An...

“Huff...”

His voice grew fainter until it vanished completely.

“Feng Yujin?” Mo Mo called softly in her mind, carrying the coffin.

No response.

“He’s really asleep...”

The vast land was silent, with the wind howling.

Mo Mo suddenly felt unaccustomed to this quiet.

What a contrast!

That voice in her head had always been chattering nonstop, never pausing, jabbering wherever they went.

But thinking about it, beyond the noise, hadn’t Feng Yujin been protecting her all along?

When they encountered unknown Lingyao or treasures, he was like a living encyclopedia.

When facing unfamiliar powers or attributes, he explained them clearly and thoroughly.

When enemies like Tianren Wushuai appeared—ones she couldn’t handle—he took control and either drove them off or sealed them away.

Mo Mo glanced back at the coffin on her shoulder, set it down, and sat on it.

She gazed into the distance.

The mountains were silent, the wind whispered, and desolation stretched everywhere.

“What am I resisting?”

In the wait, after a long while, Mo Mo snapped out of her daze and wondered.

Feng Yujin had one attitude she truly appreciated.

What was there to resent about being a Gui Shou host?

Even Xu Xiaoshou had accepted her as one and become friends.

Yet she had been unconsciously rejecting this identity.

Fate couldn’t be chosen.

Since they were destined to coexist, what was she still resisting?

Another gust of wind blew.

Mo Mo thought for a long time and finally found her answer, smiling in relief.

Perhaps she was just fighting a stereotype.

The stereotype from continent tales that Gui Shou hosts were filthy and corrupt.

But Feng Yujin...

“He’s a living person, too.”

Mo Mo sat on the coffin, looking up with a smile. The sunset over Yunlun Mountains cast a gentle light on her serene face, and the wind rustled her clothes.

In her eyes, the world was beautiful.

“Sha...”

At some point, space stirred, and a figure landed, breaking the peaceful silence.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’m here to pick something up.”

Mo Mo stood, turning to see a man with a golden beast mask and a large Ji in hand. He was the one who had once ridden waves over Yunlun, facing off against the Bansheng Ai Cangsheng.

“Hello.”

Mo Mo nodded slightly, realizing that the one Feng Yujin had told her to wait for was probably this person.

Even in sleep, he always arranged everything before-hand, preparing for his next awakening.

So this water-type expert knew Feng Yujin...

Mo Mo’s thoughts wandered. In the past, she wouldn’t have hesitated and would’ve handed over the Fengshen Guan directly.

But now, she wanted to learn more about Feng Yujin, so she asked: “Who are you?”

“The fifth seat of the Shengnu, Shui Gui.”

Shui Gui smiled and said: “Feng Yujin Qianbei must’ve used Shengli and erased all traces before sleeping. I don’t know the details, but he told me to come get something, so I figured he’d made a move.”

Shengnu... Mo Mo pondered, then turned and pointed to the Fengshen Guan: “Take it.”

“What’s inside?” Shui Gui asked curiously.

Mo Mo realized the Fengshen Guan needed sealing power to open, and enough time had passed. She infused it with sealing power, and the lid banged open.

Shui Gui stepped forward, waved his hand to lift the lid, and saw two immobilized masked figures inside. His pupils shrank.

“Yanwang?”

“Probably.” Mo Mo nodded.

Shui Gui’s mind went blank.

Feng Tang Meng Po had only recently been in contact, and now she was captured?

She wasn’t weak...

Oh, right, Feng Tian Shengdi. That explained it.

“And this one?” Shui Gui looked at the person with the orange mask, whom he didn’t recognize.

“He wields the power of Tianren Wushuai. He’s likely a decaying body. Feng Yujin... Qianbei sealed him and fell asleep because of it.”

“...Tianren Wushuai. I heard Yanwang had mastered it, and it turns out it’s true.” Shui Gui pondered. Only a sealing attribute could handle that. If it were him, he might not manage.

What a plague god!

“How do you want to deal with them?” Shui Gui asked, looking up.

Mo Mo glanced at the two lying helpless in the coffin. She didn’t even know them before this.

“Do as you like.” She let it go.

Shui Gui raised an eyebrow, surprised she wasn’t seeking revenge or anything. She was so detached. He nodded: “Then I’ll take them.”

“Mm.”

“Goodbye.” Shui Gui hoisted the coffin and said farewell.

“Wait...” Mo Mo seemed to remember something and asked: “Where’s Xu Xiaoshou now?”

Xu Xiaoshou?

Shui Gui paused, one eye reflecting a silver-haired woman and the other the one before him. Then both eyes ignited with flames.

He wanted to ask more, but Feng Yujin’s earlier message flashed in his mind, so he didn’t dare waste words. He turned away.

“I don’t know.”