Chapter 109

At this time, outside the temple, the cold wind blew furiously, snowflakes drifted and danced, and the gale swept up the snowflakes, beating against the broken temple windows.

Cheng Ying left just like that, leaving no trace for Feng Yi to follow. With such heavy snow, footprints would soon be covered.

Of course, Feng Yi would not go looking for her either.

Strictly speaking, he and Cheng Ying were not even friends; at most, they were righteous acquaintances in the jianghu, with no bond that absolutely required him to seek her, and he had no intention of doing so in his heart.

But Feng Yi was also somewhat disappointed, yet he only let out a long sigh, and continued to heal Li Mochou using the Divine Illumination technique.

After about the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Li Mochou's body was drenched in sweat like rain, steam rose, and her fair, elastic lovely face turned rosy,

Feng Yi suddenly felt a wisp of fragrant scent enter his nostrils—this seemed to be the unique virgin fragrance—and upon seeing the revived Li Mochou even more alluring, her rosy cheeks blooming like flowers, he wished he could forget everything and indulge in his desires.

Yet he knew that at this moment, not only was the divine statue watching, but perhaps an old man was also gnawing on a chicken leg, silently observing.

Even if he could ignore everything, he lacked the courage to be watched for free by others.

Li Mochou, returned from death, cried out "Ah!" and opened her eyes, shouting: "Zhanyuan, Zhanyuan..." She felt dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell directions, and in her haze saw a young man beside her, mistaking him for the Lu Zhanyuan she had longed for twenty years, she flung her arms wide and embraced Feng Yi, shouting: "Zhanyuan, Zhanyuan..."

Feng Yi, held in her arms, felt both anger and regret, thinking that even if he had more systems and more fortuitous encounters, before Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, he could not compare to Yang Guo, and in Li Mochou's heart, he was not as good as Lu Zhanyuan; he still harbored the thought of getting two for the price of one, but in the end, he got nothing, and a hundred feelings welled up at once.

Li Mochou cried out once, but felt a warm current surging through her entire body, her spirit platform clear and lucid; this familiar sensation made her instantly realize that the person in her arms was not Lu Zhanyuan, but Feng Yi.

She hastily let go, only to see Feng Yi's face flushed red, his head drenched in sweat, obviously having expended great effort; thinking of what she had just done, she immediately blushed and murmured: "I... I..."

But upon closer look, this brat's hand was still pressing on her chest, and she did not want to say anything more.

At this moment, Feng Yi had finished his healing, spat out a mouthful of turbid qi, withdrew his palms, and said: "Alright, next time you embrace someone, make sure you have the right person."

Suddenly Li Mochou shouted: "You shameless!" and grabbed Feng Yi's hand, biting down hard on the back of his hand.

Feng Yi knew that using someone's life to flirt with girls was indeed shameless—it was a debt he owed her—and he had no mind to resist, letting her vent her anger.

But the Divine Illumination technique automatically protected his body, instantly shaking Li Mochou's teeth loose and drawing blood from the corner of her mouth, yet she did not loosen her grip.

Feng Yi had no choice but to restrain his inner strength, letting her have her way; even if it caused him excruciating, heart-piercing pain, he did not break free.

Li Mochou's eyes remained fixed on Feng Yi; she noticed every subtle expression on his face, saw his complexion turn pale, and felt somewhat disheartened; a strange feeling welled up in her heart, only to feel her cheeks burning, and she released his hand.

Li Mochou saw the two rows of bloody tooth marks left on Feng Yi's hand back, did not know how deep they were, her body trembled, she shifted her gaze away, looked around and saw no one else, and said slowly: "That Miss Cheng just left like that—did you not try to stop her?"

Feng Yi said: "Things have come to this—what's the point of holding back? Being bitten by you, the Chilian Fairy, is equally an unforgettable memory. Same thing."

Li Mochou raised her head, laughing coquettishly: "You really are a heartless man! That Miss Cheng should have left."

She laughed like spring flowers in full bloom, but Feng Yi felt a surge of melancholy in his heart and said: "She left, but it's not because of you—you're gloating over her misfortune; do you think this is good?"

Li Mochou let out a "hum," coldly saying: "Is this really because of you? You stinking men just love the new and tire of the old, gaining Long and hoping for Shu."

That Miss Cheng is quite pitiful—orphaned from childhood, raised by others, and I killed her foster parents Lu Liding and his wife; she barely managed to enter Huang Yaoshi's sect, learned a full set of cultivation, then met you, this licentious rascal, so it's no wonder she ends up disappointed in love—alas, women suffer fate, especially beautiful women.

Feng Yi's heart trembled, he said nothing, taking it as acquiescence.

He could not help but admit that Li Mochou saw clearly, and guilt welled up in his heart.

The two fell silent for a long time, as if they had nothing more to say; the room grew so still it felt suffocating.

"Miss Cheng has left—don't you feel heartbroken?" Li Mochou seemed intent on breaking the silence, probing as she asked.

"Heartbroken? Why should I be heartbroken?" Feng Yi acted as if it were none of his business, indifferent.

Li Mochou stared blankly at Feng Yi, then suddenly sprang up from the ground, coldly laughing: "You really are heartless and gutless!"

She made no effort to hide her displeasure with Feng Yi's words.

Feng Yi also felt angry inside; hearing her say that, his anger flared, and he muttered: "Between men and women, it's mutual consent—moreover, I merely expressed my fondness for her; she doesn't like me, that's her freedom—what use is my heartbreak, and who am I doing it for?"

Li Mochou glanced at him from the corner of her eye, snorted: "Then what you just said—about being especially heartbroken—was all a lie, wasn't it?"

Her eyes sparkled, and she unintentionally revealed a look of anticipation.

Feng Yi couldn't help but be stunned.

Speaking honestly, Feng Yi finds it hard to hold himself together in matters of emotion, so he does not believe in love.

Hong Lingbo and he only met once; he merely felt an unprecedented loneliness and emptiness, which moved him.

From his heart, there is no such thing as love.

The reason Cheng Ying is hard for him to let go of is her unique aura; after seeing her appearance, it's merely because she resembles Liu Yifei too much, so Feng Yi's fondness is less like love and more like fulfilling a dream, or perhaps possessiveness at work.

All this talk of heartbreak and being especially affected—it's all just lies.

The women currently involved with him,

Hong Lingbo gave him his first night, which he cannot forget; but Cheng Ying gave him the feeling of a first love, also hard for him to forget; as for Li Mochou, it's that he touched her, saw her body—if she ought to belong to a man, it should be him. She thinks of Lu Zhanyuan, but that won't do.

But none of the three can be called love.

Therefore, Feng Yi's mood is extremely complicated.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yi said: "It's not even worth calling deception—I like Miss Cheng, that's just idle talk."

Li Mochou's heart felt dim, a trace of resentment welled up, and she said: "It's a pity you will never understand one truth.

To obtain true love, sincere devotion is the most basic. And even that may not yield results—let alone someone like you, with divided loyalties, could ever possibly succeed!"

Feng Yi coldly laughed: "I know you understand. After all, you've had Lu Zhanyuan—but you don't need to give me a lecture."

Li Mochou heard the hostility in his tone, knew he was angry, yet being angry is still a minor matter; perhaps she resents him for having called out Lu Zhanyuan earlier, and it's not impossible that she holds a grudge.

Li Mochou bit her lip hard, a salty taste flowed into her mouth, and suddenly a voice from deep within her heart coldly reminded her: "What is this philandering, lustful brat worth? He loves however he wants—is he worth your such devotion?"

In an instant, Li Mochou felt the world spin, as if hearing a voice laughing madly, the laugh bleak and yin-cold, cold and unfeeling.

Feng Yi was startled by Li Mochou's sudden grim laugh, his eyes wide open, mouth agape—this was the first time he had heard such a heartbroken, despairing laugh.

In that laugh seemed to lie countless resentments; Feng Yi stared at Li Mochou, unable to utter a word.

After a long while, Feng Yi shouted: "If you want to go mad, then go out!"

Li Mochou's heart jolted—only then did she realize that the laugh was her own.

She restrained her smile, returned to her former calm and composure, and said lightly: "You think you've done a lot, that you truly like women, but in fact you're merely using your unrivaled martial arts divine skill and your meticulous scheming mind—yet you lack even a trace of sincerity.

You think your martial arts are superb, you are handsome and elegant, and as long as you want, there is no woman you cannot obtain.

But you do not realize that all your actions are those of a jianghu swindler—a swindler who specifically deceives beautiful women, first using honeyed words to win her heart, then deceiving her body—Ling Bo believed you, and in the future will have an unhealable heart!"

Feng Yi stared unblinking at Li Mochou's eyes, saying in disbelief: "In your eyes, am I really like this?"

Li Mochou bent her body, speaking softly: "Yes!" She uttered the word with decisive firmness, bent down, and lightly kissed Feng Yi on the face, feeling that the man's face was as cold as ice.

Feng Yi was stunned directly.

Li Mochou kissed once, straightened up, and walked toward the door; at this moment, the snow ground reflected a silvery-white radiance, shining upon her, each of her steps seeming to split Feng Yi's heart into many fragments, still unable to be gathered up no matter how.

"Is this kiss a farewell to the past? Where exactly did I go wrong?" Feng Yi's hazy voice was suffocating.

"Hehe..."

Li Mochou laughed coldly, her laugh making one's heart turn cold.

"Do you think everything you planned was for me and Miss Cheng, that we should be grateful? You even take pride in this flawless scheme of yours.

But Miss Cheng is no fool; the moment you saved my life, she already saw through you.

Because she already realized that since you know you can save me, they cannot kill me, and you will not let me kill them.

Thus, all we women have done is like actors on a stage, performing for the master of the house.

Ask yourself, which woman wishes to be deceived by a man? And which man would deceive the woman he loves?

And at the moment you would crush me to death, I also saw you clearly: for your own purpose, you have never considered others' feelings! Because you, from beginning to end, love only yourself.

You do not love others, so how can others love you? Yet you love no one, yet everyone cares for you—could there be such a fine thing in this world?"

"No one loves, yet everyone cares," these eight words made Feng Yi's heart race uncontrollably, his thoughts surging in a flood: "Exactly, I never believed in love, and I have never felt being loved, nor do I know how to love someone.

As for Cheng Ying and the others, am I not just scheming against them?

When the three of them fight, I hold stones in my hand; if Li Mochou strikes a killing blow, I am always ready to save them.

But if Li Mochou does not strike a killing blow, I prepare to kill her, then save them, thereby resolving the enmity between both sides, and achieving my own undisclosed goal.

The enmity is resolved, but am I not just deceiving the sincere hearts of a few people?

A man like me—how could I deserve the love of Li Mochou and Cheng Ying, these deeply devoted women? Could there be sincerity gained through scheming in this world?"

Upon reaching this thought, Feng Yi spoke gloomily: "Not bad, this is my fault; such consequences are what I deserve. But facing your situation, what else can I do?"

"Simple!" Li Mochou said coldly: "Either help Cheng Ying and the others kill me directly, or help me kill them.

Then you would still have the courage to love and hate, not lose a man's bearing, while you merely try to please both sides, unaware that you are hurting both.

Hey, speaking honestly, your tongue is sweet, your cultivation is also strong enough—no one loves you, yet everyone cares for you.

Thus, if you want to win a woman's affection, you might as well become a flower-picking bandit, haha..."

After Li Mochou finished speaking, she ignored Feng Yi's stunned expression and drifted away directly; but she clenched her silver teeth, suppressing a tear, not letting it fall.

Because she knew she had developed feelings for Feng Yi, yet Feng Yi, such a person, cannot be loved.

Any woman who loves her will only have an endless heartache.

And her heart can no longer endure another wound.

Feng Yi knew Li Mochou, this woman, was indeed terrifying, for her thoughts had entered the extreme, so in her eyes, it was either one or the other—one life, one death.

Yet he did not want anyone to die!

However, regarding Li Mochou's criticism of his conduct, Feng Yi had nothing to say in return.

Indeed, a scoundrel, how could he possess true love?

And after this incident, he also understood.

A man who does not believe in love, yet wants to obtain love, is just a fool talking in his sleep.

Moreover, speaking of these famous and named beauties—who among them is not famed for being deeply devoted, with extremely strong-willed temperaments?

Cheng Ying likes Yang Guo so much because he has a beloved, never confessed to her, let alone sharing a husband with Xiao Longnv; Li Mochou never forgets Lu Zhanyuan, because he has a beloved, even if love turns to hatred, blaming heaven and man, hating everything, yet never thought of sharing him with another woman.

What right do I have? Feng Yi pondered for a long while before finally knowing the reason.

It is precisely because he has a system, so he considers himself extraordinary, believing himself to be the protagonist of heaven and earth, that everything in the world should follow his will.

Little does he know, people are people precisely because everyone thinks differently; judging others by oneself is inadmissible, taking one's own heart as heavenly will is even more so!

I neither believe in love nor seek it, yet still want a virtuous maiden—is this not the most laughable idea?

Moreover, since I can traverse the heavens, the feudal learning and the Dao of seeking immortality that my past life scoffed at may not be entirely baseless.

Then the cycle of life and death has long been fixed; yet I do not know how many people's fates I have altered, how many heavenly secrets I have disrupted—those who seek immortality, practice Dao, and tell fortunes all have the saying of five flaws and three deficiencies; having obtained such fortune, how could I lack shortcomings?

To think all good things should be mine—this is purely falling into a dream without knowing it!

This is truly the unpredictability of Heaven's Dao, the indifference of creation!

Feng Yi comprehended this principle, feeling as if reborn, his chest light and joyful, he laughed aloud.

His laughter was vast and vigorous, carrying for several li; the vast flying snow before the temple gate was stirred up, and the owls in the forest startled into flight.

After Feng Yi finished laughing, he stood tall, wrapped the Blood Blade around his waist, and strode out with large steps.

Heavy snow fell all night, thickly covering the ground; mountains and fields were all white, snow on the road piled deep, ordinary people walking would certainly find it difficult, but Feng Yi walked as if not touching the ground, light and floating on the snow surface, seeming to exert no effort at all.

Feng Yi wanted to test his lightness skill, turned his head, and saw each of his steps spanned more than four chi, his footprints only sinking a few cun into the snow, leaving only a shallow imprint.

This lightness skill was actually world-shocking and startling to convention, yet Feng Yi could not help shaking his head and sighing.

In lightness skill training, everyone pursues traceless arrival and departure, swift as lightning, moving like a ghost—this is speed.

Then comes floating duckweed following water, leaving no trace in snow, being able to sink and float freely in midair, rising and falling at will—this is mastery through qi.

But to truly reach such a state in lightness skill, no one possesses such ability.

Even those who reach the realm of "fast" are few and far between.

Feng Yi practiced the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill and had extremely deep internal energy as foundation, yet still could not truly achieve treading water like lotus leaves or leaving no trace in snow.

Evidently, the so-called "Iron Palm Water-Skipper" is just bragging.

Feng Yi had exchanged blows with the Five Greats; he himself could not achieve it, let alone Qiu Qianren. It was merely that he possessed a system, naturally dissatisfied with his current state.

If next time he transmigrates, he could reach a world abundant in spiritual energy, perhaps he could still become a top expert.

Feng Yi was thinking when suddenly he heard a cry: "Auntie, auntie."

【121】 This cry rode the wind and traveled far; before the second sound faded, the first echo had already returned, echoing back and forth, momentum indeed startling, also full of panic, filled with weeping tones.

Feng Yi heard it was Yang Guo, feeling slightly surprised, thinking: "Could it be that Xiao Longnv was still violated, so she ran away again?"

Following the sound, after walking two or three li, he saw Yang Guo in the snow, one foot deep, one foot shallow, sometimes shouting loudly, sometimes muttering to himself: "Auntie, where are you? What exactly have I done wrong, Guo'er?"

As Yang Guo was speaking, a sudden gust of wind arose behind him; he sensed the wind's movement, without hesitation, he stepped forward—this was precisely the body technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

Feng Yi's slap missed, and he felt Yang Guo's cultivation had greatly improved; Yang Guo turned and saw it was Feng Yi, looking quite dejected: "It's you, Brother Feng."

Feng Yi smiled faintly: "Yang brother, your cultivation has greatly improved."

Yang Guo's heart was in turmoil, speaking casually: "Even if one's cultivation is the best in the world, what's the point? Things that cannot be done, still cannot be done."

Feng Yi was slightly startled, knowing Xiao Longnv was missing, this boy had begun to feel despondent—this is the drawback of liking women; unlike himself, who had wasted effort, run after two, and he remained himself.

Feng Yi felt somewhat pleased, smiling: "Did you offend Long Guniang?"

Yang Guo sighed, found a stone, brushed off the snow, and said: "I don't know either, whether it counts as offending or not. Brother Feng, you are well-informed and knowledgeable—listen to me."

"Alright, speak!"

Yang Guo then recounted everything between himself and Xiao Longnv in detail.

Originally, after Feng Yi parted ways with them, Yang Guo ultimately followed Feng Yi's advice and did not stay on Zhongnan Mountain.

After all, he had learned of his father's past, and regarding how the Quanzhen Sect treated him, he had gained some understanding, was not so extreme, and thus did not want to openly oppose the Quanzhen Sect.

However, Yang Guo's youthful nature urged him to go out and play, but Xiao Longnv had never seen the bustling world, for some reason became extremely fearful, saying: "No, I must first heal my wounds, then we must master the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra."

Thus, the master and disciple found another valley, erected two small thatched huts to shelter from wind and rain.

By day they slept, by night they trained.

Several months passed; first Xiao Longnv completed the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, then after over a month, Yang Guo also achieved cultivation perfection. They repeatedly practiced, with no more obstructions, and Yang Guo again raised the idea of entering the world.

Xiao Longnv felt that such a peaceful life was unmatched in the world, yet thinking of his yearning for the red dust, she found it hard to keep him long in the desolate mountains, saying: "Guo'er, though our cultivation is now vastly different from before, compared to your Guo Uncle and Guo Aunt, how do we fare?"

Yang Guo said: "I naturally still fall far short, but you and they probably each have your own strengths."

Xiao Longnv said: "Your Guo Uncle passed his martial arts to his daughter, and also to the Wu Shi Xiongdi; when we meet them again, we will still be bullied by them."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo leapt up, angry: "If they bully me again, how could I not settle the score with them?"

Xiao Longnv coldly said: "Even if you cannot beat them, it would still be in vain."

Yang Guo said: "Then you help me." Xiao Longnv said: "I cannot defeat your Guo Aunt, so it would still be useless."

Yang Guo lowered his head, silent, pondering strategies. After a moment of reflection, he said: "Out of respect for Guo Bo Bo, I will not quarrel with them."

Xiao Longnv thought: "He lived in the tomb for over two years, practiced the Ancient Tomb Sect's internal energy, and his fiery nature has greatly diminished—indeed rare."

Actually, Yang Guo had merely grown older, more worldly-wise, recalling how Guo Jing treated him with genuine sincerity, feeling grateful, willing to yield a step for him; moreover, he had no deep grudge with Guo Fu or the Wu Shi Xiongdi, only childhood quarrels over crickets, which now, upon reflection, had long faded.

Xiao Longnv said: "If you are willing not to contend with others, that would be best. However, hearing you say that once outside, even if you yield to others, they will still come to bully us; if we do not master the martial arts left behind by Wang Zhongyang, when we encounter those with superior cultivation, we will ultimately still be unable to prevail."

Yang Guo knew she did not really want to leave this tranquil place, unwilling to go against her wish, so he said: "Auntie, I will follow your words; from tomorrow onward, we will begin practicing the Nine Yin Manual."

Because of these words, the two resumed their training, and Yang Guo no longer thought about going out to play.

Yet after another few months, their internal and external cultivation had both improved significantly; Yang Guo leapt up and down, very happy, while Xiao Longnv remained sorrowful. Yang Guo kept telling jokes to cheer her up, but Xiao Longnv remained silent.

Yang Guo knew the martial arts on Wang Zhongyang's Legacy had already been learned; if one were to say they needed to be fully integrated and understood, he did not know when that would be, but the subtleties and mysteries within were already largely known; as long as he continued practicing in the future, the deeper the cultivation, the greater the power would inevitably become.

Thinking Xiao Longnv did not want to go down the mountain, yet having no excuse to keep her, he felt vexed and said: "Auntie, if you do not wish to go down the mountain, then we will just stay here forever."

Xiao Longnv happily said: "Great……" only saying three words, then immediately fell silent, knowing that even if Yang Guo reluctantly stayed for her sake, her heart could not truly be happy; she softly said: "Let's talk again tomorrow." She did not eat dinner, returned to the small thatched hut, and slept.

Yang Guo sat on the grass in a daze until the moon rose from behind the mountain, then returned to the hut to sleep; but upon waking, he found Xiao Longnv had vanished.

Yang Guo could not help but feel sorrow rise from within, he lay on the ground and wept bitterly. After much thought, he truly did not know how he had offended his master, why she left without farewell.

For years he had been inseparable from Xiao Longnv, like mother and son, or like siblings—how could it not make his heart feel as if it were being torn apart? In his grief, he nearly wanted to smash his head against the rocks and die. Yet deep down, he still held hope: perhaps his master's sudden departure could also mean a sudden return.

But waiting left and right, she still did not come; he had no choice but to go out and search.

Feng Yi heard this, felt somewhat relieved, thinking his efforts were not entirely in vain, he had still preserved Xiao Longnv's purity; only this girl's nature, no one could change.

Yang Guo shouted every day to go down the mountain, but she did not want to go down—this was the contradiction, and that woman was extremely self-centered. She believed that by leaving without telling him, making him unable to find her, it was still for his own good, a manifestation of her love for him; thus, this was reasonable.

Thinking of this, combined with his own experience, he sighed: "Yang brother, women are the most unfathomable things in the world."

Xiao Longnv probably felt that she had bound your yearning for freedom, which is why she chose to leave; once she understands, perhaps you could meet again.

"Really? Is Xiao Longnv not angry with me?"

Yang Guo was very agitated.

Feng Yi said: "You have shared life and death, your bond is as firm as metal; what anger could there be toward you? It's just that women have a few days each month when they are inconvenient, tempers flare—nothing more. In my view, the Hero Gathering will soon be convened, all the heroes of the world will gather at Dalong Pass, and we will likely find her there."

Saying this, he stood up, saying: "Come on, I'm hungry—let's go eat something first."

Yang Guo had also not eaten, the two immediately set off together, walking several li quickly; Feng Yi occasionally turned back to look around, his expression solemn.

Yang Guo wondered: "Brother Feng, what are you looking at? Do you have other friends?"

Feng Yi shook his head: "No. It seems someone is indeed following us!"

Yang Guo laughed: "Impossible. If someone were following you without being detected, they must be a top expert."

Such an expert would not engage in such idle pastimes.

Feng Yi smiled faintly: "The world is vast—indeed, nothing is strange."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, raised his voice: "Senior, how long do you intend to follow me?" His voice carried far away.

"Ha ha ha..."

A loud, vigorous laugh rang out, and snowflakes on the surrounding tree branches fluttered down.

Yang Guo startled, turned his head, and saw only an old man with white hair and beard, standing on a pine branch, looking down at the two of them.

At that moment, a fierce wind blew; the pine trees swayed violently, as if about to break, yet the man clung firmly to the trunk, rising and falling with the pine waves, his lightness skill extraordinarily impressive.

Only seen: the man had one hand on his waist, saying: "You brat stole my prey, and looked down on the old beggar—do I have no reason to follow you?"

Feng Yi saw his clothes were tattered, his face glowing red, spirit radiant; behind him, the high mountains seemed to envelop him in clouds and mist, his sleeves fluttering, like a celestial being.

Yang Guo felt a solemn respect arise in his heart.

Feng Yi had already realized he must be Hong Qigong, and smiled faintly: "I stole your prey, senior—I understand that. But saying I looked down on you—where does that come from?"

The two were separated by more than ten zhang, facing each other from afar; at this moment the mountain wind rose fiercely, yet their voices remained clear and audible, a testament to the profundity of their inner strength.

The old beggar said: "Those few rascals of the Zangbian Wuchou have committed countless evils; whoever kills them is justified, and there's no need to stand on ceremony. But you say I shouldn't kill Ouyang Ke and the like—I must have it out with you on that."

As he spoke, his body trembled slightly, and he drifted down lightly to the foot of the tree; a gray shadow flashed, and he stood before Feng Yi in an instant, his movement impossibly swift; his left hand traced a half-circle, his right palm thrust forward—before the palm even arrived, a surge of palm wind shot straight toward Feng Yi's chest.

Yang Guo watched, both astonished and impressed—who was this old man?

Feng Yi felt the force was subtle, yet suddenly found his breathing constricted; evidently, immense power lay hidden in the subtlety, and his heart trembled; he stepped back with his right foot, and his right fist shot out like lightning.

Their fists and palms met, producing only a soft "bo" sound.

Yang Guo, knowing Feng Yi's ability, had expected that given the force of their punches and palms, though lacking the might to shake mountains and move earth, it should still carry the momentum to crush the withered and break the rotten—raging winds, flying sand and stones—so he hastily leapt back.

Yet in this exchange of palms, all their force was contained within the fists and palms, not a trace leaking out; even the accumulated snow around their feet remained undisturbed.

The two separated instantly upon contact, their bodies swaying slightly before immediately regaining their stance.

(End of chapter)