Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite the Bait Please - Chapter 148.1

Chapter 148.1: A Prodigy is Born

It was already noon in the blink of an eye and the sun was hanging high up overhead. The sun in winter was not scorching like it was in summer but it still caused many to feel dizzy under its bright rays, sweat covering their backs under thick winter clothing.

The crowd that had been stifling packed was now scattered and sparse, with only about a hundred people left. Most of these were people who have passed the first round of the trials and were going to take part in the second round.

Qing Yu’s number had been called out and just as she was about to walk in together with everyone else, her footsteps suddenly faltered and she fell backwards feeling all her strength seep out from her. Fortunately Ming Yi Yi beside her had been quick enough to catch her.

“What happened to you?” Ming Yi Yi asked with a worried face.

Qing Yu then regained her senses, her brows slightly furrowed. “I’m fine.”

For just an instant, her body had felt very strange and she had suddenly almost blacked out for a moment.

Ming Yi Yi’s face was still looking rather worried. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Qing Yu could not help but laugh. “I am an Elixir Cultivator myself and I would know whether there is anything wrong with me.”

Ming Yi Yi was then appeased.

On the other side, Su Li Mo immediately went to look for Luo Lan Zhi after he left. After getting to know the situation from Luo Lan Zhi, the two of them then made their way towards the Sect Leader’s abode.

“Feng Tian Hen, I’ve not seen you for so many years!” The Faint Mist Sect’s Sect Leader Wen Ren Qian’s face was split into a charming smile, looking every inch the refined and noble man he was known to be.

His eyes were deep as he looked at the young man before him with a measuring gaze.

In a pure and untainted white brocade robe, although it was not the Faint Mist Sect’s uniform, it still made him look mystical like a deity, especially that face of his.

Having lived for so many years, Wen Ren Qian had also seen people of all sorts and kind. But a countenance as outstanding as that, it was feared that it would be hard to find one that could match it.

People in the world knew that the Faint Mist Sect’s number one Feng Tian Hen possessed profound and unfathomable cultivation, but few knew that he had a equally peerless countenance that was in no way inferior to his profound cultivation, a face that might make people lose their soul with just one look.

One’s looks was always the most deceiving since the beginning of time. It was clear to see that he had such a flawlessly handsome looking face, a countenance that was both benign and harmless, but he was a man that even someone like Wen Ren Qian who had overthrown the previous Sect Leader and came to take over the seat had to be wary and fearful of.

If not for the support of Feng Tian Hen and the others back then, he would not have been able to assume this position so smoothly. But Wen Tian Hen’s mind was just too deep and it was hard to decipher what he was really thinking.

Money, power. Things easily within his reach.

But when the internal strife had been so chaotic, he had not fought for the position at all. This was something that Wen Ren Qian had not understood. What does this man really want? With his abilities, he should not be huddled here in this tiny realm that was holding him back.