Chapter 43: The Treasure-Bearing Boy

Sir, here's the water you requested!

Just now, before Yan Daping entered the room, he had specially asked for foot-washing water.

He had just fought someone, wanted to soak his feet to temporarily forget his worries and sleep more soundly, so he said, 'Come in!' and immediately walked toward the bed.

Creak!

A waiter pushed open the door, peered in, and saw Feng Yi with his back to him, Yan Daping sitting on the bedside, saying, 'Bring it over.'

The waiter then smiled, replied, walked behind Feng Yi, bent down, and gently placed a basin of water before Yan Daping's bed, then rose and retreated.

Yan Daping was about to reach out to take off his shoes, but just as he lifted his leg and stretched his hand, the waiter suddenly lunged forward, flicked both hands, his five fingers like light smoke, brushing toward Yan Daping's ribs.

Since being with Feng Yi, Yan Daping had grown somewhat reckless; moreover, this person's internal energy was profound and his strikes were swift.

A strong wind struck; Yan Daping felt numbness and soreness in his ribs, realizing he had been careless. Flustered, he was about to raise a hand to block when a tingling sensation spread through his whole body—he had been struck at several major acupoints, his breath caught, and he couldn't utter a word.

In the blink of an eye, using the motion of pressing his hands on Yan Daping's ribs as leverage, without lifting his feet, he swooped sideways five feet, swift as a gust, arriving behind Feng Yi and chopping with his right palm toward his back.

Where the palm wind passed, the indoor lights dimmed slightly, showing the force.

The waiter knew the situation was extremely dangerous; if Feng Yi reacted, his life would be at risk. But just as the palm force was about to be released, he felt the surrounding qi tighten, and a strong wind surged upward from below toward his abdomen.

Although Feng Yi did not turn around, his left palm had already struck backhanded, his speed like thunder and lightning.

The waiter startled, hastily raised his guard, but Feng Yi lifted his palm slightly—with a 'bang,' his chest was already struck.

Feng Yi's strikes never miss; the waiter couldn't even utter a groan before being flung away, spitting a mouthful of blood, and slamming into the wall like a hanging picture.

For a moment, the roof tiles trembled together, and dust fell softly,

After landing, his face turned deathly pale, motionless—clearly dead.

Sound ceased, lights flared back up.

Feng Yi smiled and rose, lifted his gaze to the window, focused his inner energy to listen; within a ten-zhang radius, not a soul approached, and he couldn't help but frown, thinking, 'By rights, when this person launched a sneak attack, there should have been someone to respond!'

Yan Daping also caught his breath at this moment, unsure whether to feel joy or worry, he chuckled, 'Quite a few people have come, all just for this one strike.'

Feng Yi gave him a sideways glance: 'You're starting to slack off now, aren't you?'

'Slack off?'

Yan Daping was quite puzzled.

Feng Yi snorted, 'With your appearance, I don't know how you've managed to stay alive until now!'

Yan Daping's old face flushed; he thought, 'If the master hadn't been hopelessly dealt with by you, he wouldn't have been so careless.'

Feng Yi said, 'From the moment he answered your call, I could tell his internal strength wasn't weak; just now, as he walked to the door, you didn't even notice—clearly his lightness skill is superb; how could such a person be a mere shop attendant!'

Yan Daping's eyes filled with both admiration and disappointment; looking at this opponent who had put him between life and death, he sighed, 'Even the venerable Snow Mountain Sect trembles at your reputation, daring not to act rashly, resorting only to despicable tactics, heh...'

Feng Yi looked out the window and spoke loudly: 'Since you all want the secret techniques, why not show yourselves openly with swords and spears? With such little courage, you might as well drag him away!'

Saying this, he stepped toward the corpse, preparing to throw it out of the house.

But just as he bent down to grab it, when he was only a foot from the corpse, suddenly there were two 'swish' sounds, and two points of cold light shot straight at Feng Yi's eyes.

Feng Yi was greatly startled; a faint foul smell reached his nose, obviously the arrows were coated with deadly poison. Yet Feng Yi's martial prowess was truly unmatched under heaven; at this critical moment, his power followed his intent, his chest and abdomen contracted, he employed the 'Slender Chest Skillful Cloud Turning' lightness skill, simultaneously performing a backward somersault while raising his right sleeve to shield his eyes, lest he fail to dodge.

Fortunately, though those sleeve-arrows were swift, his speed was greater; they passed harmlessly by his head and face.

That waiter, too, had not considered victory but only defeat; upon releasing the sleeve-arrows, he immediately leapt up, stamped his foot, and shot straight toward the window, his movement extremely swift.

Feng Yi was both startled and angry, his eyes flashing with fierce light, he roared, 'Tuisan, where do you think you're fleeing!'

With a fierce flick of his wrist, he hurled the long sword that Yan Daping had placed on the table.

His internal energy was profound; all his pent-up fury went into that throw, the force increased, the sword's flight was incomparably swift, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

At that moment, the man had just broken through the window, his body not yet fully clear, the sword, carrying wind and lightning, pierced straight into his waist.

The waiter tried to dodge, but it was too late; with a 'bang,' the long sword fell to the ground, and the man went limp, hanging on the window.

All this sounds lengthy when described, but in reality it happened in the blink of an eye.

Yan Daping was stunned by this heart-pounding scene, left dazed.

He had too many doubts in his heart.

After all, that man had taken Feng Yi's palm strike as powerful as Five-Ding Opening Mountain; how could he not be dead?

He knew that if it were him, he would surely die; moreover, Feng Yi's sword strike had reached its utmost power—piercing straight through would be normal. How could the sword, upon contacting the body, simply fall to the ground? Feng Yi also broke into a cold sweat; his palm strike just now had hit the man's chest, striking the 'Shanzhong' and 'Xuanyi' major acupoints among others; with such power from the 'Divine Illumination Skill,' even if 'Falling Flowers Flowing Water' had taken that palm, there would be no chance of survival.

Thus he had already regarded this person as a corpse; who would have thought a dead man could still move? If not for his 'Divine Illumination Skill' being perfected, power following intent, reaction faster than thought, those two sleeve-arrows would surely have struck his eyes.

Besides his lingering fear, he also realized the opponent wore a protective treasure garment; since he could survive the palm strike, it might be that his own cultivation was not yet pure, or the opponent's internal energy had some unique aspect.

But the sword failed to pierce the body, making the problem obvious. After all, even if someone had mastered the Shaolin 'Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill,' it would be impossible for his thrown sword not to penetrate.

Feng Yi walked over, lifted the corpse, and saw the man's face ferocious, eyes bulging; though he died with eyes open, he had already breathed his last.

Feng Yi extended his hand to press down on the corpse's chest, when suddenly a supple yet elastic force rebounded his palm.

Feng Yi felt a surge of joy; his guess was correct. He tore open the outer garment to reveal a jet-black, glossy inner clothing worn close to the skin.

Feng Yi burst into laughter: 'Haha, indeed the Treasure-Bearing Boy has arrived!'

Yan Daping exclaimed in shock: 'Silkworm Armor!'

Feng Yi glanced at him and said, 'You recognize it as well.'

Yan Daping replied, 'This is the Snow Mountain Sect's supreme treasure; how could I not know it.'

Although this man had taken Feng Yi's palm, the Silkworm Armor blocked it, leaving him only severely injured, his breath held, but not killed.

However, Feng Yi's subsequent sword, though also striking the Silkworm Armor, focused its force on a single point; this powerful impact directly shook the man to death.

Feng Yi pulled off the man's outer garment, then stripped away the Silkworm Armor; suddenly he heard a few soft rustles from outside the window, a white light flashed, with a 'duo' sound, and he saw a dagger with a white paper attached nailed to the table.

Yan Daping exclaimed, 'A dagger sent with a note—these people really have deep schemes!'

Feng Yi's expression turned wooden as he stepped forward and looked; on the white paper were two lines: 'Your divine skill surpasses all; Snow Mountain Sect's Wang Yanhui and Bai Yanzhi have lost their lives at your hands, convinced and resigned, we write this off. But please return the Silkworm Armor, or else it will be endless enmity!'

(End of chapter)