Chapter 44

Feng Yi's mind was sharp; seeing this note, he immediately sorted everything out.

These people came with great pomp, yet upon exchanging blows with Yan Daping, they were deflated.

This is to create the feeling that they are awed by one's reputation and dare not act rashly, so that one feels pride, and then regardless of whether Yan Daping washes his feet, they always have a chance to let experts disguise as servants enter the house and look for an opportunity to ambush oneself.

If one reacts in time, then relying on the Silkworm Armor to feign death, seek an opportunity, and carry out a second ambush.

After all, nobody likes having an extra corpse in the room, so there will surely be an opportunity; even so, they made two preparations: if the ambush succeeds, those lying in wait will rush forward, taking advantage of the opening.

If it fails, they choose to send a concealed dagger and challenge without showing their face, leaving a sliver of room for reconciliation.

Otherwise, how could this note be so timely?

Feng Yi inwardly sneered: "Seeing the ambush fail, yet I ended up with the Silkworm Armor, they want to take it back—damn it, a dead tiger doesn't fall; where in the world is there such a good deal!"

But he also couldn't help letting out a faint sigh—even the Snow Mountain Sect, such a prestigious great sect, directly used scheming tricks against him.

It seems, having too great a reputation isn't entirely a good thing!

If I had no name or status, they would certainly disdain using such despicable tactics!" Feng Yi touched the Silkworm Armor and lightly laughed: "You all surely know, I, Feng Yi, come from the Longsha Gang; since childhood I've feared poverty.

Compared to the Snow Mountain Sect, such a prestigious and flourishing sect, there is no comparison.

I never refuse gifts from others.

But I have also read a few days of books, knowing the principle of reciprocity; just take him back!

He immediately grabbed the corpse and threw it out the window.

Outside the window, one person laughed loudly: "Hero Feng, your Divine Illumination Skill shakes the world; the Southern Four Oddities all returned defeated."

We know well that in single combat, no one under heaven is your match; that's why we resorted to this scheme.

If you cannot settle this grudge, should any flaw arise someday, please visit Lingxiao City; the Snow Mountain Sect will respectfully await.

Feng Yi coldly replied: "I'll definitely go when I have the time!"

"A word is enough!"

Then light footsteps were heard, and three people climbed over the wall and went out.

Afterwards, footsteps sounded, and seven people went together.

Yan Daping lacked Feng Yi's inner strength, so he naturally couldn't hear it, asking: "Did they run away again?"

Feng Yi gave an affirmative hum.

Yan Daping angrily said: "They bully people like this, and you don't even chase them?"

Feng Yi, while taking off his clothes, said nonchalantly: "Why chase them? They've repeatedly tried to lure me out—do you think they want a fair duel? Or do you hope I go out so they can ambush me? You might still survive."

Yan Daping gave an embarrassed smile, but felt a chill inside: "This kid is so steady, he doesn't care about empty fame—no wonder I fell for no reason!"

Thinking of this, he worries even more about his future fate.

Feng Yi, at an age when one should be full of vigor, possessing peerless skill, yet able to win without arrogance and endure humiliation—dealing with such a person is harder than ascending to heaven!

Yan Daping, up to now, has not discovered Feng Yi's weakness or flaw. He originally thought that, being young, Feng Yi would like beautiful women.

But he personally saw Feng Yi having no trace of desire for a beauty like Shui Sheng, so a beauty trap probably wouldn't work!

Thinking that the Snow Mountain Sect still dares to challenge him, he feels a bit of schadenfreude! Yet Yan Daping also understands: the Snow Mountain Sect, being a respectable orthodox sect, after losing a bout, would abandon its posture and fawn, which would become a laughingstock.

Having thought this, he immediately sneered: "You won't have it easy from now on. Everyone knows that single combat can't beat you; as long as they oppose you, it's either a sneak attack or a swarm!" Feng Yi lightly replied: "Just like how you dealt with your master."

Yan Daping's old face flushed red, and he resentfully said: "First, unseal my acupoints!"

Feng Yi was about to put on the Silkworm Armor when he waved his hand, sending a strong gust straight at Yan Daping's chest and abdomen.

Yan Daping instantly felt a warm current enter his body, immediately straightened up, stood, looked at the note on the table, and exclaimed: "No wonder!"

"How?" Feng Yi asked.

Yan Daping said: "This Wang Yanhui should be the one I exchanged moves with; these past two years, with his Snow Mountain Sword Technique alone, he has truly added much glory to the Snow Mountain Sect in the northwest."

As for him, that's fine, but this Bai Yanzhi is the beloved only son of Snow Mountain Sect's sect leader Bai Yonghong; his own martial arts are hardly ordinary, yet today he fell into your hands and even lost the Silkworm Armor—naturally the Snow Mountain Sect will not let it rest.

Feng Yi coldly snorted: "Such a profit‑driven wretch—if he doesn't die by my hand, he'll die by another's. Fortunately he sent a treasure; even his death has some value."

Saying this, he put on the Silkworm Armor close to his body.

The Silkworm Armor actually consists of two pieces, front and back, fastened with buttons under the arms; it's very easy to wear.

Yan Daping looked at it with an envious face and said: "This precious garment is woven from the silkworm silk of the great snow mountain, impervious to blades and spears. With just these two pieces of cloth, even scissors can't tear them; you simply put the front piece and the back piece together and fasten them."

Bai Yonghong treasures his own son, which is why he let him wear this 'Silkworm Armor.' Heh, it's turned out cheap for you!

Feng Yi gave a slight smile: "Which father doesn't cherish his own son?"

Yan Daping originally wanted to frighten Feng Yi, but seeing his composure still unshaken, he grew angrier and shouted: "You needn't beat around the bush; my master never treated me as kin, let alone us three as his sons."

He's just stupid; if he had expelled us from the sect early, we wouldn't have had the chance to plot against him!

Feng Yi didn't even look at him, continuing on his own: "You say one moment your master could expel you from the sect but doesn't, because he seeks fame; the next moment you call him stupid."

Why can't you think: you few are unrighteous toward your master, yet he toward you is not unfeeling? He sincerely hopes his three disciples will repent and reform.

Not expelling you from the sect is merely because he doesn't want you to bear the name of the unworthy and be unable to stand in the jianghu.

After his last words, spoken calmly, Feng Yi, Yan Daping's face suddenly changed, and a faint, indescribable light flickered in his eyes.

He doesn't know whether he never thought of this or simply refuses to think of it, but he knows that any disciple expelled from the sect will find it hard to move an inch in the jianghu.

Everyone looks down on them!

Especially, the greater the master's reputation, the harder it is for the disciple!

Feng Yi sighed: "In life, the greatest taboo is judging others by oneself."

One cannot, because one's own conduct is upright and one's path straight, assume everyone is good—this is to say that a guard against others must not be absent!

Moreover, one cannot, because one's own heart is dark and one uses any means to achieve goals, fail to see a glimmer of light and then think everyone in the world should be like oneself! The world fears such arrogance; there are too many foolish people, hence the old saying: one must not harbor a harmful heart.

Yan Daping, hearing this, was both startled and angry, saying: "Aren't you supposed not to reason with me?"

Feng Yi turned his gaze, shot it at his face, and sternly shouted: "What I say is not reason! It is heavenly principle!"

It is my resentment that cannot be quelled, my anger that cannot be calmed!

It is also the foundation of our Chinese nation for thousands of years!

Yan Daping was shouted at by him, but felt his heart racing, blood rushing to his head, and couldn't help but retreat three steps; looking at his eyes like a startled rainbow and like cold lightning, his body trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself, "Damn it, this kid's eyes are so fierce, his martial arts might even surpass my master's. I don't know how he trained!"

(End of chapter)