Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1281 1281: The Blank Behind

Ye Fengsheng raised his hand again, and the short swords in the sky swayed one after another. He took one. It was as cool as jade. Ye Fengsheng did not visit the Kunlun Leader lying in a pool of blood, nor did he see the Qilian Practitioners. He merely held the sword and waved it towards the distant, boundless mountains.

Nothing happened.

Ye Fengsheng slowly turned around and threw the sword to where the Qilian Practitioners were. At the moment the sword left his hand, the distant mountains suddenly emitted a loud noise. The mountain rapidly swelled, visible cracks split open from the top down, revealing the void behind the mountain.

As the crystal short sword pierced the rock, people retreated one after another. They didn't dare to approach from a distance.

If you're watching a play, it's enough to take a bit of risk. But if you get involved, you can only say you're unlucky. There's no choice but to die; it's quite natural. However, once you wield this sword, you become Kunlun's enemy. You want to kill the Kunlun Leader. This is a dreadful calamity in your life!

A lean camel is still larger than a horse. If Ye Fengsheng directly killed the Kunlun Leader and made him lend his sword to others, it would be done. It's not a big deal, but the Kunlun Leader is not dead after all! He is not dead. If he were stabbed to death by the sword, wouldn't this claim fall on his own head?

Even if everyone in the world knows today Ye Fengsheng intimidated us, in the future if we can't find Ye Fengsheng in Kunlun, or why can't Ye Fengsheng be found, ultimately isn't this account something we have to settle ourselves?

In the entire Qilian, no one! Around the world, which faction dares claim it can bear the wrath of the Kunlun People?

Time slowly passes, and Ye Fengsheng appears calm. He looks up at the Kunlun Leader lying in a pool of blood, pats Ying Luo's shoulder, and says a chilling sentence that frightens all the cultivators present.

"I've eradicated everything I did just now."

Ying Luo's eyes flicker, shining a golden light. A cultivator bends down and pulls out his dagger, salutes Ye Fengsheng, and asks, "Mr. Ye, does Chen dare ask if Kunlun will disappear today?"

Ye Fengsheng raises his eyebrows. He seems slightly pleased with this question. Without hesitation, he asks, "Do you wish to accept those disciples who stabbed their own master with a knife?"

If you think carefully, you'll soon understand the meaning behind Ye Fengsheng's words. The monk raises his sword, hesitating on the peak of Kunlun Mountain.

He steps through the pool of blood, gazing at his own face. Though battered and embarrassed, he remains calm, confident, and unprovoked as the Kunlun Leader. It seems he wants to explain his actions now, but he swallows his words back into his stomach, reverses the sword, plunges it deeply, and the crystal-clear sword body penetrates deeply into the rock below from the chest of the Kunlun Headmaster.

Chen cultivator did not meet the Kunlun Leader's eyes, nor hear Ye Fengsheng's voice, but stood, soaring straight to the clouds.

"And you?"

Ye Fengsheng didn't look at him, just spoke to the Cultivators in front of him, "Do you want this old man to join King Yan or stab him to death for self-preservation?"

After another moment of brief hesitation, the monks stood up one by one, wielding swords towards the Kunlun Leader. The sword blades in their hands were fiercer than one might think. Some even wanted to die forever, directly piercing the Kunlun Leader's head. If not stopped by their side companions, they feared Ye Fengsheng couldn't save the old man's life.

There are only so many swords in the world, and reactions fast enough. Those holding swords would stab and then flee. Those left without swords trembled, fearing Ye Fengsheng would kill them all in the next second.

Fortunately, Ye Fengsheng was reluctant to deal with them. Ying Luo glanced at the show later.

When Ye Fengsheng and Ying Luo left, the chaos caused by thunderstorms had completely surrounded twenty miles of Kunlun Mountain.

According to the Kunlun Leader's words, Ye Fengsheng kept his promise, sending him to the endless fire of thunder, causing him to perish along with Kunlun, in regret and collapse.

Ying Luo shook off the blood on his hands and looked Ye Fengsheng up and down. The two of them had eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

Ye Fengsheng glanced at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ying Luo wasn't embarrassed but instead asked, "Have you ascended to Nascent Soul Realm?"

"No," Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I am not Yuan Baobao."

Ying Luo grew even more curious, "How did you do what you did just now?"

Ye Fengsheng shook his head, falling into thought. After a long time, he replied, "I don't know, but I was able to see the flow of spirit within his body." I drove the elder away with blossoms falling; he had no way to utilize the Holy Spirit. Hence, he was always defeated by me."

"Can you perceive the flow of Spiritual Energy within his body?"

Ying Luo was startled and said, "He is a Yuan Ying. You're only making medicine. How can you break his aura?"

"Because I've disrupted his power,"

Ye Fengsheng glanced at the three Eagles behind him and responded, "The Nascent Soul Realm cultivator's skin and bones, grind through spirit and make them like spirit. Although he can use his body to transform spirit, he simply has no time to exert it. The spirit I've cultivated is purer than that on his body. Thus, even if he was once a mountain in the Nascent Soul Realm, I can directly explode a gap in the mountain to defeat the essence that maintains Spiritual Energy. Without roots, the mountain naturally turns into a pool of crushed stones. As long as he doesn't recompress these stones into a mountain, he poses no threat to me."

Listening to Liu Yun's words, Ying Luo felt that Ye Fengsheng's explanation seemed overly simple. She had just moved along with the Kunlun Leader. She hadn't mentioned hurting the other party and was even unable to defend herself. But Ye Fengsheng's manner just now seemed to match what he said.

This is hard to comprehend. Ying Luo only felt that the people around her were growing more peculiar.

"You take it first. I have other matters to attend to."

They seemed to remember something. Ye Fengsheng and Ying Luo spoke this way, then sent the three Eagles to her. They walked from afar, hurriedly heading in that direction.

For some reason, he always felt a sense of unease deep in his heart. He could only blame this disturbing cause on the person he killed. He soon realized the inch on the ground had vanished. After a moment of silence, he frowned.

The headless corpse that should've remained here had disappeared without a trace. In the empty pit, only the humanoid marks and the shattered skull buried in the earth bore witness to the dead person lying here. Besides, nothing else.

Ye Fengsheng was silent for a long time, sighed, and turned away.

After all, it was still my negligence. Qingzhi had shown confidence. He was convinced he couldn't kill him, but even after blowing his head, he remained confident of escape. Now, I reckon it is precisely blind confidence brought by his sudden rise in power that led me to lose rationality.

The Pluto, able to survive under the combined siege of the trio, is indeed no idle lamp. Now, due to a slight oversight, he's escaped once more; worrying that his life ahead won't be easy.

But without lingering regrets, Ye Fengsheng walked briskly, glancing briefly at the dazzling sunlight. Despite the regret in his eyes, he felt no remorse.

At this point, there's no point in overthinking. If you delay with Ying Luo in Kunlun to kill Zhiqing, maybe you'd regret it. As for other matters, it's like dismantling the east wall to mend the west; there isn't much difference between the good and the bad.