Meanwhile, back in the fighting arena, Lantu stared at the empty bed, her brows deeply furrowed.
"How could Hantian just disappear?"
He was severely injured, with snake venom penetrating his bones.
Without medicinal treatment, he could barely move a finger, let alone leave on his own.
As for someone else rescuing him?
Lantu scanned the surroundings but found no trace of anyone having been there.
Unless that person's lightness skill was extremely high, reaching the level of leaving no trace on snow,
Otherwise, it would be impossible!
"Moo moo!"
Niu Xuanfeng cast a disdainful glance at the bed, scraped the ground with his hoof, and looked outside the secret chamber.
In his view, this Hantian guy was completely unimportant.
The urgent matter was to find Doudou, one of the Seven Swords, to restore his ability to speak.
Then tell Lantu about her past experiences and take her to find Hongmao.
'Damn, it's really stifling for me, Old Niu.'
Seeing her so confused and depressed, Niu Xuanfeng wished he could draw a picture of Hongmao on the ground for Lantu to recognize.
Unfortunately, he, Old Niu, was a rough fellow, and even if he drew, it would only be a stick figure.
"I know what you mean, but Hantian saved my life. I can't bear to leave without saving him."
Lantu understood Niu Xuanfeng's actions and nodded, but still spoke unwillingly.
Although she had lost her memory, the kindness and chivalry in her heart were engraved in her bones, hard to erase.
With Hantian's fate unknown, she found it difficult to simply leave the fighting arena to search for Hongmao.
"Moo!"
Seeing her like this, Niu Xuanfeng snorted white air angrily through his nose, simply turned his rear, and went outside to clear his head.
This girl loved Hongmao so deeply back then, she didn't even care about the Demonic Sect Young Master.
Now, she's so concerned about some pretty boy from who-knows-where.
It made him, Old Niu, furious just watching.
Amnesia, amnesia.
If he found out which insane old dog caused such an immortal couple to be separated by life and death and forcibly lose their memories, he would definitely slam his hoof on that person's forehead to see what kind of pig brains were inside.
Moo.
Grumbling internally, Niu Xuanfeng walked to the entrance of the beast fighting arena.
Sigh, no matter what, things have come to this. He can only let Lantu settle those troublesome matters first.
How has the martial world changed in the years since he died?
Did the Sect Leader master his demonic arts and unite the world?
Did the Young Master overcome his inner conflict and let go of Lantu?
Did that villain Zhu Wujie die?
Did his brother Daben unlock the Benlei Sword?
Countless thoughts and emotions flooded Niu Xuanfeng's mind.
Recalling his life, there were only two people he truly admired.
First, the Young Master, whose demonic power overwhelmed the world, who cultivated the seventh level of the Heavenly Demon's Wild Dance in his youth and could withstand the combined attack of five swords!
If not for Zhu Wujiet whispering slander in his ear, Niu Xuanfeng was certain the Young Master would have become a generation's overlord, achieving great deeds.
He always remembered the Young Master's recognition and favor towards him.
Until death, he only hated Zhu Wujie and held no resentment towards the Young Master, Hei Xiaohu, who gave the order.
Second, the exceptionally talented Hongmao, who, two years younger than the Young Master, cultivated the Changhong internal energy and possessed extremely high talent!
With him as the Demonic Sect's enemy, the Demonic Sect couldn't rest easy.
Niu Xuanfeng had even wondered if, in the years after his death, Hongmao might have actually gathered the Seven Swords and destroyed the Demonic Sect.
By then, he must have become a great hero revered by all, regarded as divine.
Thinking of this, Niu Xuanfeng's eyes grew misty.
The demonically mighty Hei Xiaohu and the chivalrous Hongmao overlapped before his eyes.
In the end, he seemed to truly see a man from the plains over a kilometer away, billowing with demonic aura but with a face exactly like Hongmao's.
'Phew, must be too many memories, causing hallucinations.'
Niu Xuanfeng shook his head vigorously, wiped his eyes, and continued looking in that direction.
The demonic aura seemed even denser than before.
That cold and ruthless face was identical to the Hongmao in his memory!
It's just that expression was one Niu Xuanfeng saw more on Hei Xiaohu's face, and Hongmao had never shown it before.
Aloof, arrogant, believing oneself supreme.
'Hiss, could it be that Hongmao joined the Demonic Sect?'
Niu Xuanfeng thought boldly, the corner of his mouth involuntarily lifting.
Hongmao was someone he respected, and the Young Master was the master he served.
If Hongmao could join the Demonic Sect, wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone, perfectly matching his wish?
Thinking this, the four hooves under Niu Xuanfeng's body moved involuntarily, carrying him running towards Hongmao's direction.
What he wanted most now wasn't to confirm Hongmao's identity or whether he had joined the Demonic Sect.
But to tell him, tell this respectable man, that his beloved Lantu was right here in the beast fighting arena behind him.
And, she was currently feeling sad and exerting herself for another man.
Go see her quickly!
Tell her that he is her true love.
The two of them have been through so, so much together.
Even someone as exceptionally talented as the Young Master couldn't shake their feelings.
How is an unknown nobody worthy of the Jade Toad Palace Master's care like this?
"Moo!!!"
All the shouts in Niu Xuanfeng's heart transformed into a long, drawn-out moo, echoing across the endless plains, reaching Hongmao's heart.
'That sound...'
Hongmao's pupils instantly contracted sharply. His sharp gaze shot directly towards Niu Xuanfeng's direction.
'It's him!'
That Niu Xuanfeng, who even as an enemy would take a blade for his brother, chivalrous and courageous!
In his life, Hongmao rarely felt indebted to anyone.
Only two people made him feel he could never repay their kindness in a lifetime.
First, the Group Owner who helped him darken, essentially giving him a second life, helping him understand himself.
Second was Niu Xuanfeng.
He never did anything despicable to the Seven Swords.
He was an honorable enemy and a free and easy sworn brother.
Until death, he never blamed the Seven Swords, nor hated the Young Master.
This person… deserved the title 'Hero'.
"Moo… Moo… Moo…"
However, seeing Niu Xuanfeng's extremely urgent movements, Hongmao's heart instantly tightened.
After mastering demonic arts, his five senses became sharp.
He could discern a trace of the true intention behind people's emotions.
Niu Xuanfeng's look of urgency, as if he wished he could tear his heart out to show him...
If he wasn't mistaken...
"You're saying Lantu is right behind there, right?!"
Hongmao mustered all his demonic energy, rushing at top speed to Niu Xuanfeng.
He asked, trembling.
Although he already knew from the Group Owner that Lantu was on Coconut Island, now, at such close range, the last few hundred meters, Hongmao still couldn't suppress the emotions bursting forth in his heart. His eyes reddened as he asked.
"Moo!"
Niu Xuanfeng nodded vigorously, two hot tears rolling down from his eyes.
Then, he used all his strength, slapping his hoof against Hongmao's back, pushing him towards the beast fighting arena.
'Go quickly!'
'Take back that Lantu, who is as tender as water, intelligent and refined.'
'Who didn't want even the Young Master, whose eyes held only you!'
'Take her back!'