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C1093

"There are traces of me on the tenth floor. I need to go in and clean it up." Jiang Feng said.

"What traces?" A trace of curiosity appeared in the eyes of the well-dressed youth.

"No comment." Jiang Feng's attitude was cold.

"Be careful when you talk to our young master!" The gatekeeping cultivator roared loudly, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Don't be rude." The well-dressed youth raised his hand and signaled the cultivator with his hand.

"Since you said that you left your imprint on the tenth floor, then I'll invite you in. However, you'd better not mess with me, or else I won't give you anything to eat." The well-dressed youth immediately said to Jiang Feng.

"As long as you let me enter and remove the imprint, I promise I won't kill you." Jiang Feng said indifferently.

Not kill us? When the well-dressed youth heard this, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. This person was a bit interesting, he really wanted to see just how strong the other person was, so he immediately made the guard disciple step aside to invite Jiang Feng to the tenth floor.

Jiang Feng passed through the crowd and walked up the stairs. Finally, he passed through a screen and arrived at the tenth floor.

The area here was very large, like a huge manor with many semi-open rooms.

In addition, there were several black stone walls placed all around.

On the walls, there were all kinds of patterns and words carved into them.

"The Cloud Mist Painting, it's still here." When Jiang Feng saw these black stone walls, he was deeply moved for a moment.

"Zi Heng, this person is?"

A middle-aged man's voice sounded from nearby.

Only now did Jiang Feng look over, and realized that on the tenth floor, there were over a dozen people. There were young people and middle-aged people.

"This person said that there are traces of him on the tenth floor. He wanted to clear it out today, so I came to see what he wants to clear away." The young man named Zi Heng introduced the middle-aged man.

"The Cloud Mist Tower is the number one building in the Road of Flame, everything here is ancient items. May I know what traces you have left in this road to clear it?" The middle aged man stared at Jiang Feng coldly and asked.

Jiang Feng swept his gaze across the person and said indifferently: "There are two lines of poetry on the wall painted by Yun Yan."

Hm? With this said, everyone's eyes became serious.

The Cloud Mist Painting Wall was something that the experts who stepped into the Cloud Mist Pavilion countless years ago had a whim and had carved pictures and poems. It had been around 10,000 years since then, and it was indeed an ancient artifact.

The other party actually said he wanted to erase the traces left behind here, and these traces were the two lines of poetry on the wall painted by Yun Yan. Didn't this mean that the other party was someone from ten thousand years ago?

What a joke!

The master present immediately rejected this idea. A person from ten thousand years ago, no matter what, was a powerhouse at the pinnacle of Heavenly Completion Stage. They were of the same generation as the Immortal Emperor Lingxue, yet the other party still had the heart to stay here? Could they even see it?

Jiang Feng did not care at all. After he finished speaking, he walked towards the Cloud Mist Painting Wall, and amidst the dense murals and poems, he directly locked onto the two lines of the poem.

"In this life, one will meet with the fate of a king. One will be willing to be a mandarin duck and fly together."

In front of this wall, there was a list of notes, on which were detailed annotations about these two poems. These were left behind by the Immortal Emperor Lingxue, and had been going on for tens of thousands of years.

After ten thousand years, when Jiang Feng saw these two lines of poetry again, he only felt that it was incomparably sarcastic.

Back then, it was him who accompanied Mu Lingxue to this place to view the scenery. When the other party had a whim, he recited these two poems, and Jiang Feng inscribed them on the wall to bear witness to their feelings.

But he didn't expect that Mu Lingxue would make a move against him two thousand years after he had engraved these two poems.

These fourteen words brought Jiang Feng's thoughts back to ten thousand years ago. At that moment, he felt a lot of emotions.1

Or else, he wouldn't have stayed back here. With the other party's personality, he would definitely shatter this place with a palm strike, and not leave behind anything related to Jiang Feng.

Today, Jiang Feng had not come to reminisce, but to personally carve down two lines of poetry and erase them. He wanted to destroy all traces of the relationship he had with Mu Lingxue, and from now on, stand irreconcilable with him!

"It's rare, it's rare, many people think that these two lines of poems were not written by the Immortal Emperor Lingxue, but rather, it's something that has been collected for the past few hundred years. Only then did they gather concrete evidence that these two lines of poems were written by the Immortal Emperor Lingxue, and it seems that quite a number of people have come to observe this place, and it's fortunate that the Li Huo Alliance is in control of this place, and does not allow any ordinary people to enter, otherwise this place would have been crowded." Zi Heng, who was standing at the side, introduced to Jiang Feng.

"You're wrong." Jiang Feng suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Zi Heng revealed a puzzled expression.

"These two verses came from the Immortal Emperor Lingxue that you all have mentioned, but it did not come from her." Jiang Feng said indifferently. Ten thousand years ago, the two lines he carved were actually taken to be Mu Lingxue's after ten thousand years. He had attracted countless people to admire him.

"Nonsense!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man scolded with an ice-cold look in his eyes.

This old man is the president of the Ancient Elemental Merchant Guild in Li Huo Dao City. I wonder how many ancient items have been passed down in my stores, these two lines of poems were firmly left behind by the Immortal Emperor Lingxue, I'm also one of the researchers, what qualifications do you have to create such a thing here?

Jiang Feng said that he did not come from the Immortal Emperor Lingxue, so wasn't this equivalent to questioning his research results? As the president of the Gu Yuan Merchant Guild, being questioned by others was an incomparably humiliating matter!

Jiang Feng stared at this whatever President in amusement, and said with an ice-cold tone: "Because these two lines of the poem were written by me, I know it better than you!"

Following Jiang Feng's words, the temperature of the entire space dropped as everyone looked at him with shocked expressions.

"Hmph, you are really speaking nonsense. You said that you wrote it? These are all ancient monuments left behind ten thousand years ago. How many years have you been cultivating with them? Stop bragging here! " The president of the Gu Yuan Merchant Guild was enraged, he stared at Jiang Feng and berated him coldly, he did not believe a single word he said.

What dogshit did he leave behind? He was trying to fool a little kid. After all, he was the president of the Ancient Yuan Trading Company and had examined countless ancient items. His research results were not to be questioned by anyone.

"The amount of time which I've trained in is more than the eighteen generations of your ancestors combined." Jiang Feng stared at the Gu Yuan Merchant Guild's president and said sarcastically.

Zi Heng, don't blame me for not giving you face. He said that Immortal Emperor Lingxue said that he was the one who wrote the poems. The president of the Gu Yuan Merchant Union said to Zi Heng as the star power in his body had already been crazily activated.

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