Rebirth Of The Supreme Celestial Being (201-400)

351-《Eighteen Hells of the Underworld》

"Impossible." Feng Jingyu shook his head, "I recognize this Yin Flame Palm; it's black and silver on the outside and blue on the inside. It's completely different from my Phoenix Divine fire, but there are similarities. I have tried comparing Phoenix Fire and Yin Fire before, and they're on par with each other, so my memory is especially deep."

Phoenix Divine Fire represented the light that could eliminate all evil in the world, while the fire of Yin Flame Palm was the opposite, representing the evil.

Yan Tianhen was stunned. "If this is not called the Yin Flame Palm, then what is it?"

Feng Jingyu explained, "The name of this whole set of martial arts should be the 《Eighteen Hells of the Underworld》. It is the most superior skill of the devil clan. It used to always be in the hands of Demon Venerable You Ming. The Yin Flame Palm is just one of many palm techniques within this set, and it's only at the introductory level. Your current cultivation is not high enough to see the entire cultivation method, so you mistook the 《Yin Flame Palm》 as the whole skill set..."

Speaking of this, Feng Jingyu gasped. He couldn't help but look at Yan Tianhen, who was equally shocked, "Maybe the person who gave you this secret method was You Ming?"

Yan Tianhen had the same speculation, but after calming down and thinking carefully, he shook his head, "That's unlikely."

"Why not?" The more Feng Jingyu thought about it, the more suspicious he was, "You Ming must have come in person. His narrow-minded and stingy temperament certainly wouldn't let him hand over something as crucial as the 《Eighteen Hells of the Underworld》 to others, and then let them pass it on to you."

Yan Tianhen fidgeted with his hands together and whispered, "But if he was in the Nine Lands and had already been killed, then could the 《Eighteen Hells of the Underworld》 be stolen by others?"

"Regardless of whether Demon Venerable You Ming, who is full of clever tricks, is so easy to be killed, someone else won't take the 《Eighteen Hells of the Underworld》 and travel all the way to the Five Continents just to give it to you. Do you think he has nothing better to do than to amuse you?" Feng Jingyu rolled his eyes, "Besides, he is your dad. Can't you give him some hope?"

Yan Tianhen replied with some sadness, "But if he really is my father, why is he unwilling to acknowledge me when he clearly recognizes me and deliberately contacts me?"

Feng Jingyu opened his beak but was completely speechless.

He was not You Ming. He couldn't understand why You Ming didn't tell Yan Tianhen about him if he really came to the Five Continents and approached Yan Tianhen's side.

Although he had lived for hundreds of years, he'd never been a father to others, so naturally he couldn't grasp the complex thoughts of You Ming yearning to see his son but daring not to talk to Yan Tianhen.

Yan Tianhen's eyes were red as he silently found a big tree and sat on the ground against its trunk. His mouth was slightly pursed, and his small face was full of injustice.

Seeing this, Feng Jingyu couldn't help but feel guilty. He regretted speaking without thinking and immediately wanted to dig You Ming out so he could deny Yan Tianhen's idea.

Feng Jingyu jumped onto Yan Tianhen's knee and looked up at him while chirping a few times, "If I think carefully, it's not impossible that You Ming is really dead. Maybe someone really did killed him and seized the treasure to tease you."

Yan Tianhen angrily snapped, "Don't curse him, your father is the dead one!"

Feng Jingyu paused for a moment and with some grievance, replied, "My father really is dead."