Chapter 12: Battle with Xiao Chen

Illusory eight trigrams appeared in his pupils, sensing some thread between heaven and earth, while his mind and spirit resonated with the Yellow Earth Altar in his mental world.

A piece of information surfaced in Feng Yi's mind, giving him some insight.

Now that everything is ready, it is time to cross into the world that can help him contain the status and concept of Fuxi held within the Yellow Earth Altar.

Once he truly completes the containment of that status and concept, finishes the transformation, he will finally know whether he is indeed Fuxi.

【seeking emptiness through reduction, parallel world counterpart, Fuxi's reincarnation, Fuxi's inheritance】

One thought after another rose in his mind; Feng Yi felt no fear or worry, but instead a sense of anticipation arose.

This

On the other side, seeing that Feng Yi indeed refused to accept it, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and solemnly said: 'Human Ancestor, Elder Brother Feng, rest assured, I will surely keep it safe—person present, bracelet present.'

Saying that, he carefully put away the purple jade bracelet and kept it close to his body.

Now this divine object is not merely his family heirloom; it seems also related to the overall situation of the Nine Provinces, perhaps even more precious than his own life.

Afterward, looking at the tall figure before him that seemed lost in thought, Xiao Chen, after a moment of hesitation, could not help his curiosity and softly asked: 'Elder Brother Feng, what place is the other world? Is it an enemy of our Nine Provinces?'

The other world—

A faint voice sounded, echoing in the small courtyard and scattering with the wind.

Several days later.

In the small courtyard.

Bang bang bang

Repeated crashing sounds rang out; two figures continually crossed in the small courtyard—namely Xiao Chen and Feng Yi.

Xiao Chen's figure seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning; countless patterns appeared on his body, like an ancient engraving, causing the many acupoints around him to form a profound star chart.

With the aid of that star chart, each of his moves and styles seemed able to draw stellar power, their might unmatched.

In contrast, Feng Yi appeared much more relaxed and carefree.

His aura showed little fluctuation, and his techniques seemed not very strong, yet every motion gave a sense of aligning with some natural force between heaven and earth.

Heaven, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Water, Fire, Mountain, Marsh

Between each move and style, illusory trigrams formed by the arrangement of yin and yang lines appeared, so that no matter how powerful Xiao Chen's techniques were, Feng Yi easily blocked them.

Although Feng Yi's every strike seemed casual, it gave a feeling of divine clarity, precisely hitting the weak point in Xiao Chen's energy, preventing his techniques from exerting their full power.

It seemed that in Feng Yi's eyes, none of Xiao Chen's flaws could escape him.

In silence, all the force was guided by the illusory trigrams into heaven and earth, causing little impact on the courtyard's environment.

At the same time, faint illusory trigrams appeared under Feng Yi's feet, making his every step instinctively follow some thread between heaven and earth, stepping on special positions.

Between them, Xiao Chen launched fierce attacks while Feng Yi merely performed simple defenses, as if using Xiao Chen as a sparring partner to test his own technique's divine abilities.

Bang

After another collision, feeling that Xiao Chen, this sparring partner, was exhausted, Feng Yi also had the thought of ending this fight.

With a movement of his feet, an illusory eight-trigram pattern appeared; Feng Yi's figure instantly turned illusory, like a phantom, dissipating in place.

At the same time, another figure appeared beside Xiao Chen, lightly raising a palm and pressing down on him.

Although Feng Yi's movement was not fast, it landed perfectly in a gap Xiao Chen could not defend, like one of the escapes beneath the Heavenly Dao, giving him a feeling of being unable to dodge.

Bang

An immense force surged along the palm over his whole body; Xiao Chen's true qi instantly sank throughout his body, as if sealed for a moment, and he was flung straight out.

However, after landing, he suffered no injury; obviously that strike used soft force.

It just defeated Xiao Chen without truly harming him, showing that Feng Yi had mastered his own force to perfection.

Xiao Chen also seemed to have expected it, already accustomed to his own defeat.

He brushed off the dust, stepped forward, clasped his fists, and laughed: 'Elder Brother Feng, your strength keeps growing; now I can no longer inflict any harm on you.'

Although the fight just now looked intense, Xiao Chen understood that the other side was not really serious, merely using him to hone his technique's divine abilities.

If the other side were truly serious, like that final move, he could not possibly block it.

During these days of sparring, Xiao Chen could feel his progress was great; he could now perfectly execute the divine techniques he had comprehended from the Heavenly Stele Mystic Law.

But compared to that, he could much more clearly sense the other's changes—different every day.

Thinking of this, he felt somewhat speechless.

Isn't this Human Ancestor said to be the child of destiny of the present era, the protagonist of the era?

Why, compared to him, does he feel himself just a mediocre nobody?

It seems the ancestor truly is the ancestor; not someone like him, a junior, can compare!

Even if he himself is the protagonist of the era!

After guessing that the other party was Fuxi, the Human Ancestor, Xiao Chen gradually became accustomed to the other's occasional coaxing that he was the era's protagonist, even coming to believe it a little.

However, also because he was often struck by that ancestor's insight and growth speed, Xiao Chen did not develop any arrogant thoughts and could maintain a calm mind at all times.

On the other side, Feng Yi restrained his aura; in his mind rose the recent combat experience, continually deconstructing and recombining, sensing its changes, seeking his own shortcomings.

As he comprehended the Heavenly Stele, using the power of the Yellow Earth Altar to adjust his cultivation method, making it more suited to himself, and after gaining a slight understanding of the Way of Changes, he felt his manipulation of the yin-yang eight trigrams becoming ever more adept.

These days, through continual sparring with Xiao Chen as his partner, Feng Yi has also perfectly mastered his current power; it is also time to choose to cross over.

With thoughts turning in his mind, hearing Xiao Chen's words, Feng Yi chuckled lightly: 'Xiao Brother, you overpraise me; you need not belittle yourself, our situations differ—your progress is also great; in my view, among peers, few can surpass you.'

Having said that, Feng Yi pondered a moment and said: 'You mainly lack true combat experience; if you have the chance, you should go out for training, truly undergo battles with other cultivators, which might benefit your future.'

Of course, Feng Yi himself actually also lacks genuine life-and-death combat experience, but because he possesses the Yellow Earth Altar as his natal treasure, often receiving the primordial eight sounds baptism, his spiritual realm now far exceeds his cultivation level, though this is not very obvious.

More importantly, he can traverse the myriad heavens, witnessing different cultivation systems and scenery; future battles and training will not lack, so there is no need to worry about this.

True combat

A low voice sounded; Xiao Chen nodded, his face showing a thoughtful expression.

Elder Brother Xiao

As the two talked, a soft voice sounded, and a figure approached.

She was a woman in a white dress like snow, her figure graceful, her visage cold yet softly beautiful, her eyes bearing a hint of tenderness.

The woman stepped before Xiao Chen, tidied his messy clothes, a hint of worry in her clear, water-like eyes, and said, "Brother Xiao, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, Ruoshui."

Seeing the white-clad woman, Xiao Chen's expression softened, and he said softly, "I'm fine, no need to worry—this isn't our first sparring match; Brother Feng knows his limits."

"Mm."

(End of chapter)