Chapter 161

Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng each mobilized their inner power to clash, the air filled with a subtle balance, the whole venue silent.

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Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng each mobilized their inner power to clash; the air was filled with a subtle balance, and the entire venue fell silent.

Our translation: "Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng each mobilized their inner power to clash, the air filled with a subtle balance, the whole venue silent."

each mobilized their inner power to clash

Even Yang Guo remained silent; only the wind brushing the treetops made a soft rustling.

Translation: "Even Yang Guo remained silent, only the wind brushing the treetops made a soft rustling."

Even Yang Guo remained silent

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong well knew that, for Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng, no matter how myriad and wondrous the martial arts in the world, they could be used only once; a second use would be useless.

Translation: "Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong well knew that for Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng, no matter how myriad and wondrous the martial arts in the world, they could be used only once; a second use would be useless."

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong well knew that for Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng

Thus they directly compared inner strength; the stronger wins, and this is also the simplest principle of the great Dao.

Translation: "Thus they directly compared inner strength; the stronger wins, which is also the simplest principle of the great Dao."

Thus they directly compared inner strength

However, comparing true power, both possessing such cultivation, they had indeed reached a point of no concession, a life-or-death showdown.

Translation: "However, comparing true power, both possessing such cultivation had already reached a point of no concession, a life-or-death showdown."

However, comparing true power

Between masters, one generally does not adopt such a merciless, no‑holds‑barred method. West Poison is mad and unpredictable; his thoughts are unfathomable.

Even though Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong know that Feng Yi's actions are all motivated by profit, they simply cannot fathom what benefit there could be in competing with Ouyang Feng in this way.

If one wanted to stand up for the Quanzhen Sect, to curry favor and win their hearts, there are plenty of other ways; why be so extreme? One cannot help but sigh at Feng Yi's mind, which is as inscrutable as heaven's will.

In fact, Feng Yi has the mindset of a businessman; he sees only the size of profit, and as long as he does not cross the bottom line, benevolence and righteousness mean nothing to him.

Whether it is Ouyang Feng's actions, the Quanzhen Sect's vengeful heart, or Yang Guo's filial devotion, they are merely chips he uses to weigh and maximize his own profit!

If Yang Guo did not appear, he would simply coax West Poison into going to Mongolia, and then he would have his own excuse vis‑à‑vis the Quanzhen Sect.

Now that Yang Guo has come, bringing West Poison along would be fine; but since Yang Guo refused, Feng Yi must settle for the next best option.

Recalling the original plot where Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong competed in internal energy, after their fuel was exhausted they experienced a final flash of clarity and remembered everything; therefore he decided to match internal strength with Ouyang Feng.

If Ouyang Feng behaves as in the original story, it would suffice to ask him, just before his death, for the poison known as 'Corpse‑Transforming Powder'.

That poison needs only a trace of the mother toxin; upon contact with flesh it can generate countless offspring toxins.

If one were to smear such poison on one's weapon, one dare not imagine: a single slash would turn even a tiny wound into pus, yet the toxin disperses upon contact with blood, recurs endlessly, and its poisonous flow is inexhaustible — a sight that would surely terrify the Mongols!

As for whether he can defeat Ouyang Feng!

He does not believe he will lose!

Ouyang Feng and Feng Yi have clashed twice before, and those encounters were merely flashy tricks to win; this time they are pitting their true strength, cultivated over decades of arduous training, against each other — his body sways incessantly, his momentum swells, every muscle filled with power, his whole being like a bow drawn to its limit.

Internal energy is the arrow shot from that bow — stored up and condensed, like the endless waves of the Yangtze, surging forth continuously; as one wave passes, the next follows, rolling and surging, unstoppable against any obstacle.

Feng Yi, however, remains motionless like a stone statue, only his hairs trembling; he knows that Ouyang Feng's school is one of storing power, and his swaying signifies continual accumulation of internal energy. If Feng Yi were to move in tandem, even retreating a little would inevitably invite a fiercer internal assault from Ouyang Feng.

One sees his feet rooted into the earth as if grown, merging with the ground; though he does not move, he absorbs Ouyang Feng's internal energy in full, without launching a rash counterattack.

For his aim this time is not a quick victory, but to drag Ouyang Feng to the point of exhausted fuel and extinguished lamp.

One must know that Feng Yi's Divine Illumination Skill has been cultivated to the pinnacle of 'furnace fire pure clarity,' and the nefarious internal energy from the Blood Blade Classic has likewise been refined to that same pinnacle, already reaching the sublime state of 'union of righteous and evil,' after which he further studied the Nine Yin True Classic.

The depth and richness of his internal energy are second to none in the present world.

Therefore the internal energy stored within him is no longer merely pure Divine Illumination Skill.

The two stood facing each other; the moment seemed brief, but in fact a long time had passed, and the moon, having been high in the sky, began to sink westward.

Yet Ouyang Feng's offensive continued to rise relentlessly, wave after wave crashing upon him, seemingly without end.

At that very instant, Feng Yi suddenly realized: this battle is far from a sure win; a slight misstep could thwart his purpose and even cost him his life and cultivation!

Both men's heartstrings were taut; Ouyang Feng had cleared his mind of distractions, and Feng Yi likewise had no stray thoughts.

Gradually, wisps of white vapor rose from Ouyang Feng's head, becoming denser and denser, like steam from a steamer.

Feng Yi's face flushed red; beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, dripping continuously and turning into faint white vapor that gathered and did not dissipate.

Everyone knew that the two had pushed their internal cultivation to the utmost. They are top‑tier figures; to separate them would require both Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong to act together at once.

Yet Feng Yi had just spoken clearly, urging everyone to observe the jianghu rules, and Ouyang Feng even called out the Old Beggar and Old Heretic Huang; how could they intervene?

Yang Guo's brows knitted tight; he could not help but feel anxious, thinking: 'Even if my adoptive father's internal energy is profound, he is already old and frail — how can he match Feng Yi, who is in his prime with vigorous qi and blood?'

As he thought, his body writhed and he moved toward Feng Yi!

At this moment Feng Yi was exerting his full effort to contend with Ouyang Feng; if Yang Guo were to strike Feng Yi's back with a palm, even though the recoil might injure him a little, he would certainly be killed by the tremendous internal energy of his adoptive father.

When this thought flashed through Yang Guo's mind, his body twitched slightly, but he immediately told himself: 'What kind of person am I, Yang Guo, that I would stoop to such a despicable act?'

The moon waned toward its end, the sky lightened, and the two had fought until the chen hour; Ouyang Feng's body ceased to sway, veins bulged on his forehead, his arms and hands gradually bent backward — his bearing showed he could no longer hold on.

'How could I just stand by and watch my adoptive father die at Feng Yi's hands?' In that instant Yang Guo stepped forward decisively.

Suddenly he saw Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, each gripping a long sword, take two steps forward and stare at him with extremely stern expressions.

These two Daoists, though their beards and hair are white, have long practiced mysterious arts, their faces glowing red; their swords shine with a green light like rainbows, clearly intending to block his advance.

Yang Guo thought: 'Tan Chuduan was killed by my adoptive father; they are after my adoptive father's life — hum, foul Daoists!'

Yet he had already been hesitating; being blocked by the two Daoists, he unconsciously came to a halt.

Then Xiao Longnv said: 'Guo'er, even though Ouyang Feng is your adoptive father and a grand master of his generation, Feng Yi is issuing a proper challenge; we should not aid either side!'

As she spoke, she took hold of Yang Guo's hand; he stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized: 'Right, Feng Yi just said Xiao Longnv should keep a clear mind — actually he was telling Auntie that the ancestral master was slain by my adoptive father, so she should watch over me!'

Feng Yi naturally knows what kind of person Yang Guo is; even when Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng compare internal strength, he harbors scheming thoughts — how much more so for himself. Therefore he must be on guard.

Having reached this thought, Yang Guo suddenly broke free of Xiao Longnv's grasp and shouted loudly: 'Elder Hong, Master Huang, are you just going to sit by and do nothing?'

If they continue fighting like this, my adoptive father will surely exhaust his energy and die, and Feng Yi will likely fare no better; are you really going to just watch this happen?

Hong Qigong sighed: 'Under normal circumstances, even if it invites blame, the old beggar would not refrain from intervening.'

But Feng Yi and your adoptive father are both top experts of the present day; they have explicitly said they refuse outside help — what can the old beggar do?

Huang Yaoshi suddenly spoke out loudly: 'Today's affair sees the two competing in martial arts according to jianghu rules; although your adoptive father is mad, he is not completely oblivious. Just now he recognized both me and the old beggar. A martial artist encountering a master cannot help but discern superiority — how could we interfere?'

Sun Bu'er said coldly: 'Yang Guo, Ouyang Feng is now at a disadvantage; you want to call a halt, yet when your adoptive father fights others he usually gains the upper hand — what do you have to say about that?'

Yang Guo was already torn between two sides; now Sun Bu'er's repeated provocations stirred his resentment, his breathing grew ragged, and he staggered backward a few steps.

'Guo'er!' Xiao Longnv cried out in alarm.

Hong Qigong's body swayed, and he gave Yang Guo a few pushes and rubs,

Yang Guo suddenly felt as if a brightness appeared before his eyes; his limbs and bones were filled with qi everywhere; unable to restrain himself, he lifted his head to the sky and let out a long whistle like a dragon's roar, which carried far away.

In an instant, the leaves behind him rustled and fell.

Everyone did not expect his internal energy to have reached such a level; they could not help but feel a mix of surprise and joy.

People who cultivate internal energy often encounter obstacles; when they first start, they experience many illusions, making it easy to deviate; ordinary people basically cannot pass this hurdle. Like Guo Jing, a person of pure and sincere heart, who devotes half of his energy to counter his heart-fire, also has random thoughts; therefore Ma Yu often took care of him.

Yang Guo benefited from the Jade Ice Bed, sitting and lying on it, his heart-fire naturally cleared; when practicing martial arts he could advance bravely and diligently. He also learned the secrets of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra and the Nine Yin True Classic, his internal energy reserves have become substantial,

These days have made his emotions complex, he breathed out deep yet hurried breaths; during internal cultivation, his breathing often alternates between hurried and prolonged.

Hong Qigong is an external martial arts master; his martial arts are completely different from Yang Guo's. Yang Guo, stimulated by this profound and boundless internal energy, involuntarily let out a long whistle.

Evidently his internal cultivation has reached a certain level.

It is said that the Ming Neo-Confucian scholar Wang Yangming, while sitting quietly in the army, suddenly let out a long whistle, startling men and horses alike, as recorded in history.

At this moment Yang Guo's vital energy was full, he could not restrain himself and let out a whistle audible for several li; Xiao Longnv was overjoyed.

The Quanzhen sect members were astonished; even Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were secretly shocked.

Huang Yaoshi thought: "I consider myself a peerless talent, yet I only reached this stage after thirty. Feng Yi is indeed remarkable, not to be judged by common sense, yet this teenager surpassed me by more than ten years; I wonder what extraordinary encounter he has had?"

Before the thought finished, at that very moment, suddenly heard Feng Yi give a sudden shout, sounding like thunder: "Open!"

The shout filled their ears; Feng Yi and Ouyang Feng's bodies both suddenly leapt into the air,

Yang Guo's long whistle was abruptly cut off; he rushed to his foster father's side, Ouyang Feng had already fallen to the ground, Yang Guo reached out to support him, but as his fingers just touched his arm, a sudden great force bounced him back three steps.

Ouyang Feng burst into loud laughter.

Upon hearing his foster father's robust laugh, Yang Guo's heart also settled; he thought: "My foster father's injury is probably not serious!"

Everyone was greatly startled; although Ouyang Feng was already old, his superb internal arts had kept his beard and hair only slightly gray, yet now his beard and hair were completely white, as if he had suddenly aged over ten years.

Feng Yi's face merely showed a faint flush; after the fierce battle, the circulation of his qi and blood had not yet returned to calm, which is not surprising, indicating the victory had been decided.

Feng Yi stared at Ouyang Feng for a moment, then pointed at Yang Guo with his hand and said word by word: "Ouyang Feng, do you know who he is?"

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng's body trembled; he turned his head to look at Yang Guo, their four eyes met, and Yang Guo could not help but be startled.

He saw his foster father's visage greatly changed, and on his face appeared a strange smile, partly self-mocking, partly like relief; Yang Guo faintly sensed an ominous portent.

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi had long known that Ouyang Feng's days were numbered.

For one who cultivates internal energy, if he dies without illness, it ultimately means his blood is exhausted and his essence depleted, leading to withering and demise; this is the natural force.

Ouyang Feng was already aging, relying solely on his internal energy to avoid showing his age.

Yet when masters compete in internal energy, the loser lightly suffers injury to his meridians, heavily all his meridians are destroyed and his five viscera are emptied.

Thus he also loses the replenishment of essence and qi, so Ouyang Feng's beard and hair turned white instantly, truly becoming an old man over eighty.

It turns out Feng Yi knew Ouyang Feng was old, but to drag him to the point of exhausted oil and wick, he himself estimated would not fare well either.

The Divine Illumination Skill excels at cultivating mental strength; in his bitter struggle he also understood the surroundings, seeing Yang Guo's internal energy greatly advance, if Ouyang Feng were to die,

this brat would come to take revenge on me, and Xiao Longnv would again help her lover; would I not then have to answer for it here?

Feng Yi's internal energy, physical strength, and spirit are all at the peak; he keeps his power in reserve, waiting for the opponent to weaken before attacking. Ouyang Feng is different: he is aged and frail, his spirit disordered; hearing Yang Guo's loud whistle, a hint of panic arose in his heart.

When the mind is disturbed, the qi scatters; Feng Yi's divine awareness is clear, he perceives everything acutely and strikes instantly. He unleashes his stored power in a frenzy, the culmination of his lifelong divine skill, layered without cease.

Ouyang Feng, however, is like a crossbow at the end of its strength; he cannot dodge, can only hard-block, and the result is a complete collapse.

Ouyang Feng felt a vast and mighty force surge through his whole body; a strange feeling flashed across his heart, this sensation arises from the heart's sprouting.

In his exhausted spirit and depleted strength, suddenly he experienced a moment of lucidity; his heart became like a clear mirror, decades of past events appeared vividly before him, all as if present, and he burst into loud laughter.

Everyone knew that this tyrant of the western poison, Ouyang Feng, had ultimately been defeated by the martial arts newcomer Feng Yi.

Yet no one understood that the gap between them lay not in internal energy nor in strategy, but in the passage of time; it was also effort defeated by fate!

Ouyang Feng had exhausted all his bodily energy, his legs went soft, he slowly sat down; Yang Guo saw his beard and hair all white, his complexion dark, and cried out: "Daddy, daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Ouyang Feng gazed at Yang Guo, wanting to say something but not knowing what, turned his head to look at Feng Yi, and said in a deep voice: "Good boy, you are indeed formidable!"

He glanced over, also gave Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong a look, and said: "Old Heretic Huang, Old Beggar, take good care of yourselves, truly the Yangtze's rear waves push forward the front waves! Haha..."

Hong Qigong said strangely: "Old poison, you know who I am, then who are you?"

Ouyang Feng laughed loudly and said: "You are the old beggar Hong Qigong, I am the western poison Ouyang Feng, how could I not know!"

Hong Qigong also burst into laughter, saying: "Good you old poison, at last you know who you are!" Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly: "That's fine; if he died in a muddled confusion, it would not befit a grand master's stature."

Ouyang Feng laughed heartily: "Brother Yao's words truly hit the mark! In the past I caused trouble for your daughter, and I apologize to you!"

Huang Yaoshi coldly said: "Apologize? That's not necessary! My unruly daughter has caused you much trouble, Brother Feng, in disciplining her for me."

Feng Yi laughed openly: "Master Ouyang, you truly bear the demeanor of a martial arts grandmaster; I, the junior, admire you! I wish to ask the senior for one thing, I wonder if it is possible?"

Ouyang Feng rolled his strange eyes: "What basis do I have to give you?"

Feng Yi, with hands behind his back, sauntered over with a carefree smile and said: "Just because your son is still alive, I can make him die!"

Yang Guo's heart chilled, and he said: "Feng Yi, what do you mean?"

Feng Yi, as if he had not heard, bowed to Ouyang Feng and said: "I, the junior, wish to ask the senior to transmit the secret formula of the Corpse-Dissolving Powder to me!"

Ouyang Feng laughed loudly: "Boy, do you not know that my biological son was killed by his father Yang Kang? Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with my surname Ouyang."

In an instant, Yang Guo felt as if all his blood had been drained, his face turned pale.

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Feng Yi's eyes flashed with sharp light, he raised his voice and laughed: "Master Ouyang, my methods may not be proper, but my goals in conduct and action are quite clear.

Competing with you in internal energy is merely to drive you into a death-bound situation, so that you may experience a moment of lucidity, recall everything, and thereby give me the formula for the Corpse-Dissolving Powder.

For this I will not hesitate to offend anyone. If you give it to me, you will depart with dignity, and your foster son will also live!

Otherwise, I will surely kill Yang Guo!

"Good, good." Yang Guo's face turned ashen, his eyes brimming with anger, he shouted: "Come on then, if you have the ability..."

Feng Yi sneered: "Yang Guo, I am not Guo Jing; don't put on a fearless act in front of me, think it over before you speak."

Suddenly Ouyang Feng laughed and said: "That's right. Boy, you are resolute in mind, to achieve your goal you spare no means, yet you retain your bearing; I must say, I, Ouyang Feng, really like you!"

"Not at all!" Feng Yi smiled faintly: "I also deeply share that feeling; I greatly admire Master Ouyang's courage to act and be a true man, so I hope you will depart with dignity, and also leave something useful for posterity, so that your coming here as the western poison is not in vain."

Ouyang Feng let out an "oh", laughed and said: "What do you want the Corpse-Dissolving Powder for? Do tell."

Feng Yi said: "At present the Mongols are invading our Great Song; we Han people are like cattle, horses, pigs, and dogs suffering slaughter. I intend to take the Corpse-Dissolving Powder to the Mongol capital and cause an uproar that turns heaven and earth, making them feel fear from within, thereby halting the Mongol conquest."

Only then did everyone understand Feng Yi's intention, yet they also did not know how to evaluate his conduct.

Ouyang Feng laughed: "I am not a Han person!"

Feng Yi laughed: "But you are not Mongol either; your Western Regions have also been trampled by the Mongol iron hooves."

In your lifetime, I fear you have never had anyone respect and love you; even your son Ouyang Ke probably fears you more than respects you.

Although Yang Guo is Yang Kang's son, you have treated him with sincerity, and this has earned his love for his father despite knowing Yang Kang died from your snake venom; please, do not look at the monk's face but at the Buddha's!

Ouyang Feng gave a dry laugh, his voice hoarse: "In my life, I have never done anything worthy of being recited by others; now I am over eighty years old, death is not far away."

Now, in this final burst of clarity, with my aging body, doing something beneficial for humanity to at least atone for past wrongs is also a good thing!

But you must swear before everyone that if my adopted son comes to you to avenge me, you must spare him three times, not kill him!

He knows Yang Guo is utterly devoted and sincere; upon his death, he will certainly seek revenge, and this cannot be dissuaded.

Yang Guo's heart shuddered; he said, "Adoptive father,..." before he could finish, Ouyang Feng interrupted, only to see him give a sad smile and slowly say: "I have lived my life knowing only myself, not others..."

Suddenly, I saw holy light flashing in his eyes, a kind smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and he murmured in a dreamlike way: "As Xidu, whether doing good or evil, he is still a notable figure."

But I have spent these twenty years in a daze, not knowing who I am; I only have this adopted son. Now I ought to die, I must do something—do you understand?

Xidu Ouyang Feng, the most ruthless figure in the jianghu, suddenly underwent such a change; although everyone saw and heard it with their own eyes and ears, they still could not believe it, each staring wide-eyed, intently watching.

Feng Yi smiled and said: "I can only promise you that if Yang Guo openly comes to me for revenge, I can spare him three times, not kill him!"

If he uses sneak attacks, poison, treachery, or any other underhanded method, even once, I will kill him!

Yang Guo, extremely angry, snorted and said: "I will avenge him, and I will defeat you with martial arts—what do you take me for?"

Feng Yi gave a cold smile without speaking, thinking: "You damn well killed your Uncle Guo by sneaking up on people while they slept, showing no mercy; you even wanted to kill Huang Rong, a pregnant woman—what nonsense is this!"

Huang Yaoshi clapped his hands and said: "Good, you have ambition; among the younger generation, you are truly a first-rate talent!"

Your future martial arts achievements will certainly not fall short of your adoptive father's, but for now you should not engage Feng Yi head-on; you must cherish yourself!

Ouyang Feng also nodded and said: "Huang Laoxie says is correct!"

Feng Yi grew impatient and said: "Just like that!"

Ouyang Feng said: "Come close and whisper in my ear."

Feng Yi lowered his body, and Ouyang Feng spoke some words in his ear; afterward, Feng Yi's face showed an expression of disbelief.

Ouyang Feng said: "You don't believe me?"

Feng Yi laughed heartily and said: "It's not that I don't believe you; I just didn't expect it to be like this."

Ouyang Feng questioned suspiciously: "Aren't you afraid I'm deceiving you?"

Feng Yi laughed loudly and said: "What kind of person is Xidu Ouyang Feng? Certainly not a petty scoundrel; in my eyes, if you were such a person, I would not go to all this trouble!"

Ouyang Feng burst into loud laughter, then suddenly his laughter ceased, his eyes closed, and he remained motionless.

"Dad!"

Yang Guo was greatly startled, he shoved Feng Yi away with one hand, repeatedly calling "Dad, Dad!" When he looked at Ouyang Feng, he found he had already lost his breath.

Yang Guo stood there dazed, at a loss what to do.

It turned out that Ouyang Feng's meridians had ruptured, his essence exhausted, his five viscera shattered; he only managed to speak because the yang energy cultivated over decades had gathered in his heart meridians, so his voice remained calm just before, showing no sign of impending death.

Although Ouyang Feng's profound inner strength could have sustained him for several more days, he did not wish to endure this pain, so he withdrew his remaining inner force and thus died instantly.

In fact, even if one possessed the divine abilities of Feng Yi or the One Lamp Grand Master to revive the dead, it would merely prolong the suffering.

For a person to live depends on the continuous flow of essence and energy; whether dying or newly dead, it is like a dried-up riverbed with all vegetation withered—whether it is Feng Yi's divine illumination true qi or a Yang Finger infused with innate skill, the principle is the same as drawing water from a great river to irrigate it, thus enabling regrowth and spring's return, turning death into life.

But you first need irrigation channels, namely the meridians through which true qi circulates; if the meridians are destroyed, everything is useless.

Therefore, to treat injuries one must first repair the meridians; the One Lamp Grand Master, when he once sought to save Zhou Botong's son, had to first massage with innate skill to repair the meridians, and only then could he use the Yang Finger to inject inner force into the various acupoints to stimulate vitality.

But for someone like Ouyang Feng, who is both old and highly skilled in martial arts, even if someone could continue his meridians, they lack the power to fill them with qi; lacking either, recovery is impossible.

Never mind whether the One Lamp Grand Master is present or not; even if he were, Ouyang Feng would not need him!

This is his pride!

Those he has harmed would never let him see them as a joke!

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi stepped forward, performed a salute before Ouyang Feng's corpse, and Hong Qigong slowly said: "Another one has gone!" His tone carried boundless desolation.

Huang Yaoshi also felt listless and said: "This is also good; he spent decades in a daze, but before death he came to know who he was, and could even share his final resting place with figures like Wang Zhongyang and Lin Chaoying, becoming companions in the underworld—this too is fate!"

The Quanzhen sect members and Xiao Longnv found it strange, wondering, "Is that considered companionship?"

Feng Yi also performed a salute before Ouyang Feng, sighed deeply, and said: "Here too lies his rival; in fact, this is also a form of closure." Then he turned and left.

"Hold on!" Yet Yang Guo called out, "Feng Yi!"

Feng Yi turned his head, smiled, and said: "What advice do you have?"

Yang Guo's gaze turned dark, he coldly said: "Today you killed my adoptive father, and your methods were not open and aboveboard."

Feng Yi replied lightly: "Yang Guo, I know you are exceptionally intelligent, and I also know you like to act on impulse; think whatever you like!"

Yang Guo sneered: "If you are the world's greatest master, what merit is there in bullying an old man? Dare you test our Ancient Tomb Sect's Jade Maiden Pure Heart Sword Technique?"

Feng Yi glanced at Xiao Longnv, his eyes carrying scrutiny, a faint smile flickering at the corner, and said: "Miss Long, do you wish to join Yang Guo in avenging Ouyang Feng?"

Xiao Longnv showed a bewildered expression, shook her head, and said: "No, the senior sister previously had you kill Ouyang Feng to avenge my master."

Feng Yi laughed heartily and said to Yang Guo: "Your mood is truly awful; even if you force your aunt to come along, you are still no match for me!"

As for my killing of Ouyang Feng, you may view it however you like. But remember, in a fair duel, even if I win, I will still spare you three times; however, if you resort to any underhanded tactics against me, you will have only one chance!

Yang Guo couldn't help but startle, yeah, with this state of mind, even with his aunt's help, how could he possibly defeat Feng Yi?

All he could do was watch as Feng Yi and Huang Yaoshi leisurely departed.

Seeing Feng Yi defeat Ouyang Feng with ease, his bearing graceful and unrestrained, the Quanzhen disciples faintly sensed he already bore the demeanor of a grand master, and they followed him away.

Xiao Longnv saw Yang Guo standing motionless, his face pallid, his gaze vacant, and she involuntarily sighed, saying: "Shall we bury him?"

Yang Guo shuddered slightly, his voice hoarse, and said: "Auntie, my adoptive father is dead—are you glad?"

Xiao Longnv blinked in surprise and said: "What do you mean by that?"

"I..." Yang Guo glanced at her, steeled his heart, turned away, lifted Ouyang Feng's body, and strode off.

Yang Guo suddenly stopped his steps, voice filled with hatred: "Aunt, do you know? My adoptive father shouldn't have died today!"

Xiao Longnv was as if struck by lightning, she stared blankly, then said: "You're angry?"

Yang Guo said: "Just now, why didn't you fight Feng Yi together with me? He defeated my adoptive father, he must feel terrible; we might not lose!"

Xiao Longnv said: "How could I take advantage of someone's peril?"

Yang Guo turned his head and said: "Toward my adoptive father, isn't he also taking advantage of his peril?"

Xiao Longnv felt a slight anger in her heart, she said coldly: "But he saved my life, while your adoptive father killed my master—should I still go kill him?"

He saw her face as cold as ice, bearing a lonely and desolate expression, he thought: "After all, it was my adoptive father who killed her master; why should I vent my anger on her? All this is because of that villain Feng Yi!"

"He turns clouds and rain with a flip of his hand—I must make him reap what he sows!" His tone softened, he said: "Then aunt, if Feng Yi wants to kill me, whose side will you take?"

Xiao Longnv said: "Then I will naturally help you!"

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