Chapter 254

Feng Yi suddenly shuddered all over, a surge of hot flow coming from somewhere unknown, fiery and strong, racing wildly along his meridians throughout his body; this feeling was completely different from the system's initial infusion of the Divine Illumination Technique.

He also didn't know where this surge of heat came from.

fiery and strong

racing wildly along his meridians throughout his body

this feeling was completely different from the system's initial infusion of the Divine Illumination Technique

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In an instant, Feng Yi felt scorching heat unbearable, his chest as if weighed down by a huge boulder; this feeling truly lived up to the saying "seeking life cannot be obtained, seeking death cannot be achieved".

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In an instant, Feng Yi found the heat unbearable, his chest feeling as if a huge stone pressed upon it; this sensation truly lived up to the saying "seeking life cannot be obtained, seeking death cannot be achieved."

seeking life cannot be obtained, seeking death cannot be achieved

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling saw that Feng Yi, who had been carefree like a god, suddenly showed a pained expression, his face red as blood; beneath his skin seemed to flow fire, and even from several zhang away they could feel a wave of heat.

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Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling saw that Feng Yi, who had been carefree like a god, suddenly changed to a pained expression, his face red as blood; beneath his skin seemed to flow fire, and even from several zhang away they could feel a wave of heat.

carefree like a god; pained expression; face red as blood; beneath his skin seemed to flow fire; even from several zhang away they could feel a wave of heat

The two stared at each other, about to step forward to check, when suddenly they saw Feng Yi's body seem to turn from substance into nothingness, slowly fading away before their eyes, leaving no trace.

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The two stared at each other, about to step forward to check, when suddenly Feng Yi's body seemed to turn from substance into nothingness, gradually fading away before their eyes, leaving no trace.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were instantly stunned like wooden chickens, standing there dumbfounded.

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Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were instantly stunned like wooden chickens, standing there dumbfounded with their mouths agape.

After a while, the two finally came to their senses!

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After a while, the two finally came to their senses!

Unbelievable!

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Unbelievable!

It's simply too unbelievable!

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It's simply too unbelievable!

Not only was Feng Yi unaware of what had happened, but it also completely overturned the understanding of Datang Shuanglong!

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Not only did Feng Yi not know what had happened, but it also overturned the cognition of the Twin Dragons of the Great Tang completely!

Not only was Feng Yi unaware of what had happened, but it also completely overturned the understanding of Datang Shuanglong!

Thus line 9 translation: "Not only did Feng Yi not know what had happened, but it also overturned the cognition of Datang Shuanglong completely!"

The earth‑shattering upheaval completely overturned Tang Shuanglong's understanding.

They even suspected that this Feng Yi was truly an immortal, and that what they saw was merely a manifest avatar; after giving them some pointers, he returned to the heavens.

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They even suspected that this Feng Yi was truly an immortal, and that what they had met was merely a manifest avatar; after giving them some pointers, he returned to the heavens.

His manifest avatar offered them some guidance, then returned to the heavens.

With this idea in mind, looking at the Secret of Longevity in their hands, their confidence grew firmer.

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Having this thought, looking at the Longevity Scripture in their hands, their confidence grew firmer.

Even the immortal said that a hint of profundity could be grasped from the Secret of Longevity, how so, how so; if one fully comprehended it…

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Even immortals say that from the Longevity Scripture one can grasp a hint of profundity, and so on; if one fully comprehends it…

We need to keep the ellipsis? The Chinese ends with "……". We'll keep "……". So translation: "Even immortals say that from the Longevity Scripture one can grasp a hint of profundity, and so on; if one fully comprehends it……"

Kou Zhong thought this might be the Mandate of Heaven bestowed upon him; then, in this chaotic age, who else but the Nine Five Supreme could claim it?

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Kou Zhong thought, could this be the Mandate of Heaven bestowed upon me? In this chaotic age, who else but I could be the Nine Five Supreme?

Mandate of Heaven bestowed upon me; Nine Five Supreme.

Xu Ziling wondered if he might have a chance to ascend to immortality.

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Xu Ziling wondered whether he might have a chance to ascend to immortality.

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Feng Yi was tossed about by this sudden surge of true qi as if being burned by fire; next he felt himself rising, as if falling into clouds and mist, and finally lost consciousness.

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Feng Yi was tossed about by this sudden surge of true qi as if being burned by fire; next he felt himself soaring up, like falling among clouds and mist, and finally lost consciousness.

tossed about as if being burned by fire

After who knows how long, a plaintive huqin melody echoed in his ears.

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I don't know how long passed, a strain of huqin music echoed in his ears.

Feng Yi opened his eyes to see a lone lamp, a solitary figure, a simple table, and on it a jug of wine.

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Feng Yi opened his eyes to see a solitary lamp, a person, a table, with a pot of wine placed upon it.

Feng Yi's gaze shifted from dazed to focused.

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Feng Yi's gaze went from hazy to focused,

He saw that the person was thin, dressed in a faded green robe, with white hair and beard, wearing a square headcloth, looking gaunt, eyes closed tightly, left hand cradling a huqin, right hand holding a bow.

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He saw that the person was thin and wiry, dressed in a green robe, with white-streaked hair and beard, wearing a square headcloth, looking emaciated, eyes tightly shut, left hand cradling the qin, right hand holding the bow.

His clothes were washed to a pale green, the huqin's sound mournful and desolate, making him appear utterly exhausted.

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His clothes, washed until the green faded to white, the qin's sound carried sorrow and desolation, and the person appeared utterly exhausted.

Yet Feng Yi noticed the person's bearing was serene yet melancholy, and the huqin's bowstring seemed like a sword.

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Yet Feng Yi perceived that the man's bearing was clear and elegant yet melancholy, the bowstring of the huqin like a sword.

A sword drawn from its sheath.

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A drawn sharp sword.

Although the man appeared dim and forlorn, he also exuded a stern, chilling, and lethal aura.

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Though the man seemed dim and lonely, he also exuded an austere chill, a sense of solemn lethality.

Moreover, his fingers moved with agile grace when flexed and extended, as if about to fly off his palm, yet when he paused and resumed, they were utterly steady.

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Moreover, his fingers, when flexed and extended, were light, agile, and lively, as if they might fly off his hand, yet in each pause and return they were steady to the utmost degree.

If such a person wielded a sword, his strikes would be as swift as lightning and as swift as the wind.

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Such a person, if he wielded a sword, would surely be swift as lightning, fast as the wind.

Upon sensing this, Feng Yi felt imminent danger; recognizing a master, he immediately circulated his internal energy to examine his body.

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As soon as Feng Yi sensed this, a sense of danger surged in his heart; this is a master, he immediately circulated his internal breath to examine his body.

After all, the dog system's rule of "three strikes and you're out" made Feng Yi suspect he might be reverted to his original form again.

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After all, the dog system never repeats a matter more than three times, making Feng Yi suspect that it might send him back to his original form again.

Fortunately, Feng Yi's internal energy flowed smoothly, just as in the Heavenly Dragon World, with no obstruction; he felt his body and found no defects.

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Fortunately, Feng Yi's circulation of internal breath encountered no obstruction, just like in the Heavenly Dragon World; he felt his body and found no defects.

What is happening?

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What is this?

Could my memory be wrong?

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Could my memory be wrong?

Have I never been to the Tang world?

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I have never been to the Tang world?

As the thought arose, a gust of wind blew in with a "whoosh", the candle flame flickered, and a clattering sound filled the air.

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As the thought arose, a whoosh, a gust of cold wind blew in, the candle flame swayed, and a clattering sound filled the air.

Feng Yi looked up and saw a canopy; it turned out he was on a boat.

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Feng Yi looked up and saw a boat's canopy; apparently he was on a boat.

Could he have crossed over again?

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Could it be that I have time-traveled again?

Feng Yi asked bluntly: "Where is this?"

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Feng Yi bluntly asked: "Where is this?"

"The Xiang River."

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"The Xiang River."

The old man's tone was bitter and monotonous, even more low‑pitched; his huqin never paused.

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The old man's tone was both bitter and monotonous, even lower, his huqin playing without pause.

Feng Yi's body trembled; indeed.

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Feng Yi's body shuddered; sure enough.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

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He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

In the Tang world he was near Yangzhou.

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In the Tang world, he was located near Yangzhou.

Yet this Xiang River is in Hunan; aside from another crossing, what other explanation could there be?

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But this Xiang River is in Hunan; aside from another time-travel, what other explanation could there be?

Outside the window, raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the nine heavens; the world seemed vast and boundless; Feng Yi felt his mind empty, while the old man's bowstring moved back and forth, the huqin's sound growing ever more mournful.

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Outside the window, raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the nine heavens; between heaven and earth, vast and boundless, Feng Yi also felt only an emptiness in his mind, the old man's bowstring moving back and forth, the qin's sound growing ever more mournful.

Feng Yi thought the man pitiable—appearing to possess power others envied, yet unable to choose his own path, let alone live as he wished.

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Feng Yi felt it was rather sad; though it seemed he possessed power that made people yearn for, he could not even decide where to go, let alone live as he wished.

Frankly, Feng Yi's plight deserves no sympathy.

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Frankly speaking, Feng Yi's ending like this actually deserves no sympathy at all.

After all, everything he possesses was given by the system.

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After all, everything he possesses is given by the system.

This is not to say that the Divine Illumination Technique and Blood Saber Classic internal force bestowed by the system have been abolished, and that his later achievements are solely his own effort.

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This is absolutely not to say that the internal power from the system's infusion of the Divine Illumination Technique and the Blood Saber Classic has been abolished, and that everything afterwards came from his own efforts.

It is like giving a penniless person the wealth of the richest on earth and telling him to act according to your wishes.

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It's like Feng Yi taking a penniless person and making him the richest in the world, having him act according to your wishes.

Yet he used that wealth to win the beauty he desired, gained social status, and even an emperor would not dare to slight him; no one in the world could ignore him.

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But relying on that money, he married the beauty he liked, gained social status, to the point that not even an emperor of a state would dare to be rude, and no one in the whole world could ignore him.

Yet he felt his wings had hardened and he should change his way of life.

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Yet he felt his wings had hardened, and he should change his way of life.

Could it be that returning this wealth to you would settle the score, allowing him to go his own way?

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Could it be that if he returns this money to you, that would settle the score, and you could let him go solo?

Probably, this is something no one could accept.

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I'm afraid this is something no one could accept.

Feng Yi would absolutely refuse!

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Feng Yi would absolutely not accept it!

Because with his abilities, starting from nothing, becoming the richest person in the world is fundamentally impossible.

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Because with his ability, when he had nothing, wanting to become the richest person in the world is fundamentally impossible.

Feng Yi's will is now as firm as a rock, as if he stands at the pinnacle of the world; naturally he has his own ideas, but now he feels somewhat disheartened.

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Feng Yi now has a will as firm as a rock; he is also a figure standing at the world's pinnacle, naturally having his own ideas, but now he feels somewhat disheartened.

Too difficult!

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Too difficult!

No matter how many ideas he has or how much he tosses and turns, the system remains the supreme authority.

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No matter how many ideas he has or how much he tosses and turns, the system remains the boss.

If Feng Yi were still the former‑life office worker scrambling for three meals a day, perhaps he would not have these worries.

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If Feng Yi were still the office worker of his previous life, struggling for three meals a day, perhaps he wouldn't have these worries.

Because one cannot ignore everything and act purely on whim.

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Because a person cannot ignore everything and do as he pleases.

But now Feng Yi, with divine techniques at his side and financial freedom, believes he can do whatever he wants!

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But now Feng Yi, possessing divine skill and enjoying wealth and freedom, feels he can do whatever he wants!

If he still had to bend his back for five pecks of rice as before, wouldn't all his martial arts training have been for nothing?

But the fact is, in the system's eyes, he is still a younger brother.

Feng Yi grew more sorrowful the more he thought; just then the old man finished a piece, the sound of the Chinese fiddle lingered on, its echo never fading, and the rain grew lighter, pattering.

The old man rose and stepped out of the cabin.

Feng Yi let out a long breath, also went outside, looking far ahead, the dawn rain was drizzling, mist and rain hazy.

Neither spoke, both staring blankly into space.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the rain and mist.

Feng Yi suddenly laughed, thinking of a covered boat, a lone lamp, a jug of turbid wine, helplessly—truly nothing but loneliness could describe it—and he sighed, saying: "Old sir, your fiddle skill is superb; this feeling and scene truly fit that line of desolate and sorrowful beauty—may I ask your honored name?"

"Too kind!" the old man sighed, offhandedly saying: "Meeting need not imply prior acquaintance." His figure drifted, already several zhang away, landing on the riverbank.

The huqin's sound again wailed "ee-ya", starting to sing: "Sigh for the Yang family, upholding loyalty, great Song……support……" The voice was drawn out, sounding very desolate.

The old man suddenly left; Feng Yi, somewhat puzzled, said: "Old sir, did you save me?"

The old man replied: "No!" He pulled the huqin and drifted away; having gone far off, the singing still came faintly.

Feng Yi stared at him, as if he had never seen this person before—too strange!

Feng Yi again said: "Boatman!"

"Hey!" the helmsman loudly replied: "Sir, what are your orders?"

"How did I end up on this boat?"

"You drifted down the river; it was that old gentleman who fished you out."

Feng Yi watched the old man's lonely silhouette slowly fade into the dusk, harmonizing with the mournful huqin sound—bleak and heartbreaking.

He had saved him, yet from beginning to end, without a word of inquiry or concern, as if he had done nothing, simply slipping away silently.

Such innate, unpretentious independence possesses its own awe-inspiring power.

The secluded cabin was desolate.

Lonely and solitary.

Feng Yi felt as if, in midsummer, he had gulped a large cup of ice water, a cold that pierced from head to toe to the marrow, a chill that made one's hair stand on end.

A feeling of despair and loneliness filled his whole being.

Feng Yi suddenly felt that the meaning of his existence lay not in a heart full of passion, nor in steadfastly upholding some justice, discerning right from wrong, nor in acting as he pleased.

He could only become an executioner whose skill was killing.

Because now, aside from his martial arts, he had nothing else.

What he thought mattered not at all.

So‑called martial arts masters, divine immortals—before the system, they are merely playthings.

He simply could not resist it.

The so‑called "nothing happens more than three times" is only because it is stronger than he is.

It can, without consulting his wishes, arbitrarily cast him into this world, preventing him from seeing those close to him.

If he is also stronger than others, why bother seeking their consent?

I, Feng Yi, will henceforth be a walking corpse who goes where he pleases, plays where he pleases, kills where he pleases—perhaps that is the enjoyment I deserve.

To hell with heavenly principle and justice, right and wrong, black and white.

I'll kill whoever I want!

Whoever is more capable than I, kill me and end this—then I'll be satisfied!

Feng Yi stood dazed for a moment, then suddenly lifted his gaze to the sunset; his eyes seemed seized by a bright golden gleam, half‑closed, and he said: "Then let's go mad together—death will settle it!"

He flicked his sleeve and left the boat…

Dawn.

Within Hengyang City, the spring rain had just passed; few shops were open for business, yet the Huiyan Lou already had many patrons.

Although Huiyan Lou is the city's largest and finest restaurant, there shouldn't be so many people at such an early hour.

Only because the Grand Master Liu Zhengfeng, Liu San'ye of the Hengshan Sect, is about to hold his Golden Basin Hand‑washing ceremony in Hengshan City.

As a neighboring city, Hengyang is also bustling extraordinarily, so the early‑morning trade at Huiyan Lou is already thriving.

Of course, the clientele is also different,

In the second‑floor hall there are eight tables; four are already occupied, all by jianghu folk—none lacking fame and extraordinary martial prowess in today's world.

It seems that some earth‑shaking events are about to occur in the jianghu.

In fact, this incident is already enough to shake heaven and earth.

At one table sat two men and a woman.

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A man in a gray robe, broad‑shouldered and slim‑waisted, with a pallid face, his whole body stained with blood, looking about twenty years old; his fingers were long and strong, ideal for gripping a sword.

He also wore a sword at his waist.

The man sitting opposite him, dressed in splendid, costly attire, obviously expensive, also bore a knife at his waist.

Yet most strange of all, beside them sat a Buddhist nun.

That nun was lovely and bright‑eyed, with tear tracks on her face, truly a sight to pity.

Because the blood‑stained young man is the chief disciple of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong—without mentioning his master, the Huashan Sect leader "Gentleman Sword" Yue Buqun, renowned throughout the martial world.

He himself, among the younger generation of the martial world, is unsurpassed; even the elder masters know the name Linghu Chong, attesting to his extraordinariness.

And this richly clothed man is none other than the famed "Wanli Duxing" Tian Boguang, known to all in the jianghu!

Although he is a flower‑picking libertine, his lightning‑fast blade and superb lightness leave many righteous heroes helpless.

As for the nun, she is a disciple of the Hengshan Sect of the Northern Peak, named Yilin.

She had originally come with her master to attend Liu Zhengfeng's Hand-Washing Conference, but was abducted by Tian Boguang; Linghu Chong, acting bravely, fought with wits and strength, and although he spoiled Tian Boguang's plans, he ended up covered in wounds, failed to rescue Yilin, and had no choice but to follow to Huiyan Lou, where he crossed swords with Tian Boguang again.

At another table sat a tall, burly monk whose table was piled with chicken, duck, fish and meat, and he was drinking from a large bowl—clearly a meat-and-wine monk; he was none other than Yilin's father, the monk Bujie.

A monk fathering a nun—such absurdity.

Of course, even more absurd is that the nun's mother had once been a nun herself, and this monk father doesn't realize that the little nun is his own daughter, making this lively scene all the more entertaining to watch.

At another table sat several Daoists, members of the Mount Tai Sect, including the junior martial brother and disciple of the sect head, Tianmen Daozhang.

In a distant corner sat an old man and a young girl; the old man looked to be over sixty, frail in build, while the girl appeared about thirteen or fourteen, delicate and lovely, with fair skin and eyes that sparkled as they rolled, full of liveliness.

This is the Elder Guardian of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, Qu Yang, and his granddaughter Qu Feiyan.

But aside from themselves, no one else knows their identities, which is why they can watch the spectacle here.

Then Linghu Chong said, "Brother Tian, though your lightness skill is unmatched under heaven, if you run into bad luck under the Hua Gai star, even the highest lightness skill won't let you escape."

Tian Boguang glanced at Yilin twice, shook his head, and said, "I, Tian Boguang, go my own way, roam the world—how could I bother with so many scruples? This little nun, well, we've already seen her; let her stay here to keep me company."

This was the first time Tian Boguang shouted his own name before the crowd; as his words fell, a clang rang out—from the neighboring Daoist table, a youth drew his long sword, rushed to Tian Boguang's front, and shouted, "Are you Tian Boguang?"

This youth was precisely the disciple of the Mount Tai Sect's sect head, Tianmen Zhenren—Chi Baicheng.

Not to mention Chi Baicheng; given Tian Boguang's martial prowess, there are hardly anyone in the world worth fearing, and even the Daoists of Tianmen he does not fear.

Tian Boguang gave a light scoff, disdainfully asking, "How so?"

Chi Baicheng was about to thrust his sword forward when his hand suddenly stalled.

Because just at that moment.

Dong, dong, dong.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs came from someone walking up.

Everyone frowned, even Tian Boguang, who had been ready to wait for Chi Baicheng to draw his sword and then send him to the Western Heaven, turned his gaze toward the stairwell.

At this critical juncture, when a fight and slaughter were about to break out, nobody dared to ignore it.

For they all faintly felt that the person's footsteps were treading on their own heartbeats, as if a little more force could burst their hearts.

Hence everyone was intensely curious.

Only to see a young man in his early twenties come upstairs—broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, with sword-brows and starry eyes, wearing a green long robe cut close to the body, though wrinkled.

On his head sat a white jade crown that looked most precious; his hair was disheveled and tangled, with a stray lock of white hair at the temples falling past his ears, inexplicably giving an eerie feeling.

Everyone saw his attire resembling that of a wealthy scion, yet his unkempt appearance also made him look like a rogue of the martial world.

He simply walked to an empty table, sat down, and called out, "Waiter, bring the finest wine, along with chicken, duck, fish and meat."

Linghu Chong laughed, "So you're also a fellow traveler on the same path!"

Feng Yi turned his head; at the moment their eyes met, Linghu Chong felt his heart go empty, Feng Yi's gaze swept over everyone in the hall, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted as he smiled, "You all came rather early, huh?"

He was already a rare handsome man in the world; plus his extraordinary divine power, long experience in the jianghu, that innate aura he carried was a silent charm to women.

Yilin's face instantly flushed and her heart pounded; she didn't dare to glance at him.

Qu Feiyan also found him so amiable and natural, as pleasant as the current season, making one feel at ease; seeing Yilin lower her head, she too giggled.

But when Yilin's pretty face flushed, it left Tian Boguang staring dumbfounded.

Linghu Chong thought, "This dim-witted little sister still dares to act all coy—don't you know a hungry wolf is eyeing you, this little lamb?"

Linghu Chong said, "Meeting is fate; let me offer you this half-jar of daughter-red," and after speaking he flung the wine jar before him toward Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's face was that of a young man, but certainly not an ordinary young man's face; as to wherein he differed from the common folk, Linghu Chong could not at once say.

He merely felt that this person bore some extraordinary aura—those deep eyes hid how many vicissitudes of the past, and that flowing white hair represented how many arduous years.

What's more pleasing is that he easily caught the wine jar I sent his way, not spilling a single drop.

Linghu Chong blurted out, "Great skill!!"

Feng Yi clasped the jar with both hands and began to gulp it down.

He was now filled with sorrow and melancholy; only by gulping liquor did the scorching heat rushing to his throat, reaching straight to his viscera, make him feel like a real, tangible person.

What was happening to him was neither illusion nor delusion.

So he kept drinking without pause.

Seeing him tilt his neck back, leaving himself wide open, Tian Boguang thought to himself that a casual strike could instantly kill him—nothing to worry about, just his own overthinking.

Feng Yi downed the half-jar of daughter-red in one go, his eyes glazing over as he slumped onto the table, muttering, "Damn, that feels great!"

Everyone thought, "Turns out he's a drunkard!"

Only Linghu Chong felt it was just right, laughing, "Brother, what a capacity for drink—may I ask your name?"

"Meeting need not require prior acquaintance!" Feng Yi said with drunken, half-closed eyes.

Tian Boguang roared with laughter, "What a fine 'meeting need not require prior acquaintance'! For your drinking capacity, you're a true man—I, Tian Boguang, toast you with a bowl."

Feng Yi glanced at him with drunken eyes and said, "Good drinking capacity makes one a man?"

Tian Boguang stared, unsure whether he should draw his blade and slay this clueless drunkard; his eyes flashed with sharp light as he said, "Do you think I'm unworthy to toast you?"

Feng Yi mumbled, "You'd better not toast me; eat some more, I'll have some too, otherwise when I kill you it'll spoil my appetite, and you'll feel cheated even in death—what a tragedy of life!" He burst into wild laughter, slapped the table with a thump, and shouted, "Waiter, my wine!"

Bang! Tian Boguang also flushed with anger, slammed his palm on the table, and sneered, "Many want to kill me? Go ahead and try!"

Feng Yi suddenly flicked his sleeve; everyone heard only a soft sound, like pearls dropping onto jade, and Tian Boguang's body went limp like a puddle of mud, shrinking beneath the table.

Everyone couldn't help but startle.

Yilin and Qu Feiyan cried out in alarm; before their echoes faded, Feng Yi, slumped on the table, murmured, "Tried, how……" He seemed not to have moved at all, yet had already begun to snore.

Tian Boguang felt his bones shattered, most terrifyingly his viscera felt as if placed in an ice cellar; he knew he could no longer live.

Yet he never imagined that someone with such formidable martial arts could exist in this world!

And yet he would encounter such a person himself?

Linghu Chong and Chi Baicheng were astonished beyond words; stepping forward for a look, they saw Tian Boguang's breath like a silken thread, his face as white as paper; upon examination, Linghu Chong felt his whole body was not only icy cold to the bone, but his bones were as soft as cotton, his limbs and skeleton seeming already crushed to powder.

Yet he did not die at once; his hair, eyebrows and beard grew a layer of frost, which rapidly spread, and soon Tian Boguang's body was coated in ice.

Like the Yin Cold Power that freezes water, such things aren't absent or unheard of in the martial world; they're not too strange.

One strike can reduce an expert like Tian Boguang to this state; it truly tests one's internal strength.

Naturally, it leaves everyone with a doubt.

Who is this drunkard?

Where did he come from?

The renowned Tian Boguang just died like that?

From start to finish, the person who struck didn't move an inch, nor even glance at him; such conduct is purely that of a madman!

Even Elder Qu Yang of the Sun Moon Divine Sect instantly had a name flash in his mind: 'Dongfang Bubai!'

Of course...

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