Chapter 242: So wild and crazy!

The cloak and veil flew up!

The bald head and ugly face appeared!

Oh~

Heavens!

Ye Huanhuan's bald, ghostly face's ugly appearance was suddenly and openly displayed before everyone's eyes!

Compared to that night at the palace banquet, her hair had grown a bit, no longer so shiny bald, but looked jet-black, seeming even harder to look at! The bumps and colors on her face had faded a bit, but the outline of Peppa Pig was still clearly visible!

In short, she was as ugly as it gets!

Huh~

Everyone, besides being shocked, showed a look of disdain.

Heavens, she's really this ugly!

I've been imagining all this time… turns out my imagination just isn't rich enough!

Am I the only one who thinks she'd be well-suited to be a nun?

……

Before, we only heard rumors about how ugly Ye Huanhuan looked, but now, thanks to Ye Qingran, everyone's curiosity has finally been satisfied!

But isn't this too hard on the eyes!

Ye Qingran opened her mouth, gripped her sword, and blurted, "Oh dear, sorry, my hand slipped!"

Everyone: '……'

I don't believe you!

How could a slip be so convenient? Coincidentally, no one else's clothing was touched, yet it just happened to flip Ye Huanhuan's cloak and veil?

You totally did it on purpose!

But this slip was really great!

Ye Huanhuan initially didn't react, still feeling relieved to have escaped disaster, but the cool sensation on her head and the crowd's laughter made her realize she seemed…

Nightmare, descending again!

This time, she deliberately reinforced the veil and cloak for safety, but…

Ah!!!

My cloak! My veil!

Ye Huanhuan screamed and searched everywhere for her cloak and veil, but no one knew whether it was intentional; the cloak and veil had vanished for the moment!

Ye Huanhuan clung to her head, bending over to search, looking exactly like a street rat clutching its head while fleeing—both ugly and ridiculous!

It's hard to imagine, but this clown-like figure before us is actually a prominent figure of Xiliang City, formerly the Crown Princess!

I finally understand why the Crown Prince divorced Ye Huanhuan—being this ugly, even I would divorce her!

Ahaha, exactly—just looking at that face makes the Crown Prince want to vomit up his leftovers!

Phew~ Suddenly I feel my wife is much more pleasing to the eye than Ye Huanhuan!

……

Watching Ye Huanhuan's disgraceful appearance, a flash of disgust crossed Ling Qingwu's eyes. This junior sister truly disappoints her more and more.

However, her gaze shifted and instantly turned cold as she looked at Ye Qingran, filled with dissatisfaction.

Ye Qingran, did you do this on purpose?!

Although phrased as a question, her tone carried certainty.

It's a misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding!

Ye Qingran waved her hands and shook her head, her attitude as sincere as possible: "The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect is truly the foremost sword cultivation school, and Miss Ling is a heavenly talent—just one lesson from her let me grasp the essence. If it weren't for her good teaching, my sword strike wouldn't have been so powerful."

Ling Qingwu's face instantly turned ashen.

So you mean Ye Huanhuan embarrassed herself in public, and you're blaming her?

Anger rose in her heart, but Ling Qingwu couldn't vent it.

Deny Ye Qingran's words?

Wouldn't that mean admitting the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect is inadequate?

Ling Qingwu's gaze at Ye Qingran deepened.

It seems she underestimated Ye Qingran—she's harder to deal with than imagined!

But so what? After all, she's just a jumping clown!

……

At that moment, a ripping sound came from the azure, spotless celestial dome above, as sword qi surged across!

The Xuan Yuan Sword Sect disciples sensitive to sword qi were the first to sense the anomaly; they looked up, and Ling Qingwu's lips twitched slightly as she whispered, "He's here!"

Several Xuan Yuan Sword Sect disciples behind them also smiled.

They of course knew who had arrived!

He is the sole offspring of the Sword Cultivation Master, the Sword Demon, known as the Sword Maniac, the Sword Cultivation Madman Feng Yi!

Ye Qingran likewise raised her chin, gazing at the distant, vast heavens, a faint smile flickering in her eyes.

Three years without seeing you, Feng Yi—I'm curious what you look like now.

Han Xing Leng Yue also showed anticipation on their faces.

The sword qi drew nearer, growing denser; even Ling Qingwu couldn't help but frown, secretly alarmed.

In three years, has that Sword Maniac become this powerful?

Even those without cultivation cannot ignore such intense sword qi, blanketing the sky with a sharp, tingling aura that makes the scalp go numb.

Soon, a black dot appeared in everyone's view; as it approached, one could faintly see him stepping on a greatsword, racing like wind and lightning, leaving a rainbow in his wake.

He actually came flying on his sword!

That graceful bearing is really handsome!

Everyone's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Anyone who can fly on his sword at such breakneck speed and unleash such overwhelming sword qi must be extremely strong!

Who could it be?

Could he be some unparalleled sword cultivator?

Everyone's hearts were full of questions.

"Senior sister, who is he? Is he someone from our Xuan Yuan Sword Sect?" Ye Huanhuan, who had finally found her cape and veil, rushed over, still unaware that Feng Yi would come today.

Ling Qingwu was in a good mood, and she explained loudly: "He is Feng Yi, the son of the Sword Demon, whom everyone calls the Sword Maniac!"

Ye Huanhuan's eyes flashed, and a look of surprise appeared in the depths of their eyes.

Jianchi Fengyi!

So he is Jianchi Fengyi!

That name is like thunder to the ears!

Three years ago, it was said that a sixteen-year-old boy, carrying a greatsword, single-handedly stormed the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, and with his own power, challenged the sect's countless talents, gaining fame in a single battle!

If not for the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's senior brother exerting all his strength, Jianchi Fengyi would have nearly swept aside all the disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect known for sword cultivation!

But at that time, that senior brother of the sword sect was already twenty-six years old, while he was only sixteen!

Thus, even though Feng Yi lost to the Xuan Yuan senior brother, it did not affect his fame in the slightest.

From then on, Feng Yi became the sword cultivation genius whispered about by practitioners, and also the number one sword cultivator of the younger generation, capable of suppressing an era!

Ling Qingwu perhaps intentionally wanted everyone to know of Feng Yi's arrival; her reply to Ye Huanhuan was loud, and many people heard it clearly.

Thus, many people showed shocked expressions.

Three years ago, the incident of Jianchi Fengyi single-handedly challenging the countless disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect had once shaken the entire Central Region, and almost everyone under heaven had heard of it.

If it weren't for this Sword Maniac disappearing from sight thereafter, hiding away on Sword Mountain to cultivate in seclusion, three years would have been enough for him to achieve fame and success!

The person coming is Feng Yi?

That astonishingly talented sword cultivation genius?

Everyone's gaze froze.

They will soon be able to see with their own eyes that legendary sword cultivation genius?!

Soon, the rainbow pierced down, a figure appeared a hundred meters in front of the Xuanwu Platform; the crowd made way, leaving a passage for the figure hovering above the greatsword.

The sword qi slowly dissipated, the great sword radiance flashed, and entered the sword sheath behind that person.

That person also landed on the ground.

He wore Azure Battle Attire that wrapped his tall, sturdy frame, unrestrainedly revealing part of his developed chest and abs. His ink-black long hair was tied into a high ponytail with a blue cloth.

The waist-cinched long collar showed off his excellent broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted physique; his two long legs were sturdy and strong.

Wild and unrestrained!