CHAPTER 1130: CHAPTER 1130: BUDDHISM MANTRA WHEEL

After finding an angle, Ye Chenfeng could clearly see his own back.

"Hiss..."

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng only felt his back being torn apart inch by inch, with waves of faint-inducing pain surging like a tide.

Even Ye Chenfeng found his vision darkening under this constant barrage of dense pain.

"Huh?"

Glancing at the mirror, Ye Chenfeng happened to see a miserable scene. Wounds were splitting open on his back, flesh rolling up, and bright red blood oozing out.

His back was covered with densely packed, irregular blood marks. Ye Chenfeng was shocked, but he endured the pain and observed silently.

He knew it was the golden blood of the War God that triggered the tattoo left by the Demon Craftsman on his body. Now he was eager to find out what sort of tattoo the Demon Craftsman had left on him.

Gradually, Ye Chenfeng’s entire back was densely packed with blood marks. Finally, no new marks appeared, and the blood seeping from them stopped.

After a while, the tattoo pattern on Ye Chenfeng’s back was completely formed.

This time, Ye Chenfeng saw clearly what the Demon Craftsman had tattooed on him. It was surprisingly a Buddhism Mantra Wheel.

His back was filled with densely packed Buddhism rune spells, none of which Ye Chenfeng understood, but he found them extremely sacred.

Then, Ye Chenfeng saw at the center of the Mantra Wheel was a Buddha statue, standing above the heavens, posing dignifiedly and illuminating all beings.

But upon closer inspection, Ye Chenfeng discovered it wasn’t a real Buddha statue. The left half was a Buddha statue, while the other half was like an Asura Demon statue, completely incompatible with Buddha.

If not examined closely, one might not even notice.

The coexistence of the Buddha and Asura Demon statue carried an eerie vibe, but Ye Chenfeng couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

While closely observing, Ye Chenfeng suddenly saw the eyes of the half Asura Demon statue move and emit a faint glow.

Instantly, Ye Chenfeng felt a flash of disorientation, as if his consciousness was about to blur.

Was it an illusion?

After the disorientation, Ye Chenfeng looked at the Buddha statue once again, but this time, he was unusually calm and saw no change.

"Best to record it for now!"

Ye Chenfeng decided to take pictures and scrutinize them carefully.

"It’s gone!"

When Ye Chenfeng began to put his idea into action, the tattoo on his back vanished suddenly.

"Next time, then!"

Ye Chenfeng sighed regretfully.

Fortunately, he knew what the tattoo on his back was, but what was the Demon Craftsman trying to convey with this tattoo? It surely had a purpose!

Thinking of this, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

"Hm? Something’s not right..."

Ye Chenfeng once again sensed something unusual in his body. Some restless thing was stirring inside him, manifesting as a series of negative emotions.

Anger and bloodlust surfaced in his heart, making Ye Chenfeng restless...

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes turned completely blood-red, as if they were on fire, with the sinister red seemingly dripping blood.

A wave of pent-up rage erupted from his chest, eradicating the chronic ailments left by the elder by the Military God’s side.

"Ah!"

Ye Chenfeng’s throat rolled, letting out a roar.

His eyes were bristling with a destructive killing intent, with rampant murder intent surging around madly, leaving the room a complete mess.

Although he couldn’t control any of this, Ye Chenfeng was very clear-minded at the moment.

The "kill" character inside him was active.

Ye Chenfeng recalled how this situation was almost identical to when he killed five psychics.

It was in such a situation that he used "Wind Leaves No Trace."

The anomaly continued, gradually enfolding Ye Chenfeng in fury.

What on earth is this golden blood? It not only stimulated the tattoo but also activated the "kill" character inside him.

However, this time, Ye Chenfeng did not entirely lose himself, always staying conscious.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng felt an information influx into his mind, but he couldn’t decipher it.

It felt wondrous, as if two people resided inside one body...

Ye Chenfeng felt there was a clue but couldn’t grasp it no matter what. He tried for a long time to no avail.

"Boom!"

Another force erupted inside, counterbalancing the power of the "kill" character.

...

It was unclear how much time had passed, Ye Chenfeng’s body gradually calmed down.

He was drenched in sweat, nearly exhausted.

"What was this force?" Ye Chenfeng was dumbfounded.

He had been silently enduring, trying every way to control the power of the "kill" character, so he didn’t resist at all, but another force suddenly emerged later.

"The Soul Hiding Family Head!"

After pondering for a moment, Ye Chenfeng thought of someone: Soul Hiding Family Head Akinov.

Having done so much, there couldn’t be no purpose.

Ye Chenfeng considered a possibility: his body was like a furnace.

The "kill" character seemed to be nurtured within him, and Akinov also seemed to be nurturing something inside him.

Forget it, best not dwell on it.

Ye Chenfeng shook his head, tossing these thoughts aside.

...

With the chronic ailments eliminated, the gloom lingering in Ye Chenfeng’s heart dispersed, making him feel much more relieved.

In the afternoon, Ye Chenfeng received a call from Ji Qingrong.

Ye Chenfeng had seen through Ji Qingrong and Qin Changtian’s faces during the Military God incident.

Except for Han Zhushang, he didn’t have any goodwill towards the others.

"Little Ye, don’t refuse. I have something important to tell you!" As Ye Chenfeng was about to refuse outright, Ji Qingrong suddenly said.

Ye Chenfeng found this cunning old fox rather annoying.

He wanted to see what trick Ji Qingrong would pull this time, so Ye Chenfeng agreed, "Where?"

"At Wind and Rain Tower!" Ji Qingrong quickly replied.

At Wind and Rain Tower Hotel, a table had long been set up waiting for Ye Chenfeng’s arrival.

"Little Ye, you’ve come?" Seeing Ye Chenfeng arrive, Ji Qingrong greeted him with an excessively flattering smile.

Ye Chenfeng ignored him, sitting down by himself, even resting his legs directly on the dining table.

"Ji Qingrong, tell me, what’s the matter?" Ye Chenfeng asked directly, even calling Ji Qingrong by his full name.

Luckily, no one else was around, otherwise, if someone saw this scene, they’d be utterly shocked.

A brat dared to address the Family Head of the Ji Family, one of the Eight Great Families, by name.

Yet Ji Qingrong dared not get angry but instead wore a welcoming smile.

"Little Ye, it’s been a while. Let us have a good talk!" Ji Qingrong said with a smile.