Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#788 - Han Ming Eyes

Li Chengfeng did not deliver a fatal blow to Wang Haoran. Instead, he turned and walked resolutely into the distance.

Wang Haoran remained behind, gnashing his teeth, and asked with resentment, "Why didn't you kill me?"

A cool breeze swept past, carrying Li Chengfeng's faint voice, like the biting and indifferent winter wind: "Because I don't need to. You will die here on your own."

Before his voice faded, Wang Haoran's body actually began to twist, ultimately exploding into a cloud of blood mist, merging into this cruel small world.

Here, death is not the end but another form of beginning. All life that perishes here, whether spirit or power, will transform into nourishment for the small world, sustaining this land. This is a cruel world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, a world of cannibalism.

At this moment, Li Chengfeng's heart was calm. He had collected all seven Emotion Pearls, but he did not examine their power.

Nor did he try to deduce their secrets, lest he alert his enemy. He simply memorized all the Seven Emotions cultivation methods, slowly pondering and deducing them, so as not to trigger his opponent's traps.

At the same time, his true body, cultivating within the Future Maze, also received this cultivation method. With his true body's extraordinary and saintly deduction ability, he instantly grasped its essence.

As the number of Seven Emotion Pearls collected increased, his understanding of the seven emotions and six desires deepened.

Humans, as the spirit of all things, possess rich seven emotions and six desires. And aren't all things in the world the same? Even the lofty Heavenly Dao cannot truly achieve desirelessness.

This realization gave Li Chengfeng a deeper understanding of the world.

He continued forward, his steps steady and powerful.

Suddenly, he noticed a person standing not far ahead. That person's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing through the constraints of space, directly stabbing his soul.

It was a special gaze, containing both playfulness and contempt, as well as many indescribable emotions that constantly shifted.

Li Chengfeng's gaze sharpened, and he immediately understood that the person before him was the last person he sought—Han Ming.

He stood there, tall and upright, extraordinarily handsome, especially his eyes, which were breathtakingly beautiful.

They were eyes with double eyelids, his sword-like eyebrows sharp and reaching into his temples, adding a touch of unruliness and arrogance to his appearance.

He stared at Li Chengfeng and slowly said, "I have seen through your essence. These eyes of mine can see through everything in the world, seeing clearly your weaknesses and strengths."

"You are not as insignificant as you appear on the surface. Those who see you as cannon fodder are merely blind, unable to see your true form."

"Because in my eyes, you are definitely not something that belongs in a pond; you must be incredibly powerful."

"I have been searching for a long time and have discovered that those who cultivated the Seven Emotions cultivation method have all fallen, except for you. This is enough to show that they were all defeated by you, and those precious pearls have also been collected by you, one by one, right?"

Li Chengfeng nodded slightly and praised, "You are very smart and indeed possess insightful eyes. Correct, those pearls were indeed taken by me."

"You have come so flamboyantly, are you confident that you can defeat me and seize all my treasures?"

Han Ming nodded proudly, his voice firm: "That's right. What I cannot tolerate the most are those hypocritical and cunning people."

"My eyes cannot tolerate even a grain of sand. I want to fight you in a fair and square manner. What I rely on is only these eyes."

"If I were to attack you in secret, even if I succeeded, my Dao heart would be difficult to calm."

Li Chengfeng listened and nodded again, admiringly, "So that's it, this is the true essence of cultivating the six desires of the eyes."

"The reason your eyes are so powerful is because you have a clear conscience and pure eyes."

"This purity is the source of your power. The purer you are, the stronger your strength. Am I right?"

Han Ming nodded, his tone filled with unquestionable confidence: "Correct, now I can give you a choice: hand over all the pearls, and I will guarantee your survival."

"After that, you go your own way, and I'll cross my own single-plank bridge."

Li Chengfeng heard this and nodded lightly, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes: "Why are you so confident? Aren't you afraid of capsizing in a sewer?"

Han Ming smiled and replied: "Because I possess eyes that can see through the enemy's strengths and weaknesses. Where your weaknesses lie, I can see through them at a glance."

"In front of me, you have no secrets to speak of. Tell me, do you still have a chance to win?"

Li Chengfeng nodded and praised: "Indeed, a very confident person, possessing eyes that can see through essence, is indeed extraordinary."

However, at that moment, the phantom of the Sword of Love God suddenly emerged from behind Li Chengfeng. As the sword light flashed, a dozen arrows "whooshed" through the air, heading straight for Han Ming.

Han Ming's lips curled up, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes: "I saw through it long ago. Your strongest strength lies in this. However, this is useless to me."

Before his voice faded, he suddenly moved.

His figure moved skillfully and gracefully, like a butterfly dancing, weaving freely through the rain of arrows.

He knew the landing point and trajectory of each arrow like the back of his hand, so dodging them seemed exceptionally easy and confident.

Those arrows, in his eyes, seemed to become slow-motion images, and he easily dodged all the attacks.

Li Chengfeng witnessed that the dozen or so arrows failed to harm Han Ming in the slightest, and he nodded secretly in his heart.

As expected, they were indeed insightful eyes, also known as the eyes of wisdom.

Humans have six desires, and the eyes are the strongest. If one cannot see anything, how can one cope with the various things in this world? Moreover, the eyes are also the windows to the soul, revealing a person's inner world.

After easily dodging the arrows, Han Ming did not show the slightest embarrassment. Instead, he became even more energetic.

He said: "I advised you to hand over the pearls and leave here, but you didn't listen and insisted on probing. As long as you attack, I must kill you. This is why my eyes cannot tolerate a grain of sand."

Li Chengfeng nodded seriously, indicating understanding. Then, with a wave of his hand, a small pink sword "whooshed" through the air. This was his flying sword.

The small sword drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, slashing towards Han Ming, using flying sword techniques, both real and illusory, back and forth, making it difficult to grasp.

However, Han Ming easily captured the trajectory of the flying sword with his insightful eyes and dodged it easily.

He confidently said: "Is this all you have? If this is all you've got, I'll send you on your way now."

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "There's one more trump card, do you want to see it?"

His face was filled with a calm expression, a kind of indifference that had weathered storms and seen through the world.

This hint of mystery and calmness caused Han Ming to frown slightly, and a hint of vigilance arose in his heart.

Since Li Chengfeng dared to say that, he must have something to rely on.