Chapter 141: Senior brother, you have a funny mentality
Leaving the hall, Ye Anping switched to a jog, briskly walking along the inner palace road with his three junior sisters. In no time, they passed through the main hall and reached the garden within the inner palace. Feng Yudie scanned left and right, realizing that not only Li Feng but even the presence of others were absent.
“Is this the place?” She asked.
“Yes, right here,” Ye Anping replied.
He then took a lantern from his storage bag for illumination, entered the pavilion in the garden, and lifted the lantern slightly. On the stone table in the pavilion was a Go board, with black and white pieces on either side, resembling an unfinished game.
Observing the chessboard, Feng Yudie asked, “Husband, there are already seven pieces connected here.”
Ye Anping chuckled, about to explain, when Feng Yudie interjected, hands on hips, “Junior sister Pei, this is Go, not Connect Four, and it’s an endgame… Look here! Am I skilled? Hehe—”
Clatter!
Feng Yudie forcefully placed a black stone on a corner of the chessboard. However, a burst of spiritual light erupted from the board, enveloping her entirely.
Feng Yudie danced immediately, “Ah? What’s this thing!!”
Ye Anping was speechless, surprised that she managed to choose the proper position without Xiao Tian’s help, and said, “Wait for us inside.”
“Ah?”
Before Ye Anping could continue, Feng Yudie and Xiao Tian were enveloped in a burst of light, disappearing into the chess piece she had placed.
Taking a white piece, Ye Anping handed it to Pei Lianxue, saying, “Junior sister, place it here.”
“Um…”
Pei Lianxue nodded, placing the piece on the board, and like Feng Yudie, she was sucked into the chess piece. After a brief wait, Ye Anping took a black piece, gave it to Liang Zhu, and pointed to a spot on the board, “Brother Liang, here.”
Liang Zhu took the piece, glanced at the board, and asked, “This is a maze. How did you find the entrance?”
“Don’t I know enough?” Ye Anping replied.
Liang Zhu rolled his eyes, said nothing, and entered, sucked into the chess piece. Once inside, Ye Anping took a white piece and gazed briefly at the sky, seeming to search for something, but found nothing.
“Enough, we should have arrived,” he muttered, placing his white piece on the board and, like Liang Zhu and the others, being sucked into the chess piece.
Without Ye Anping’s lantern, the garden fell into silence again, but after a moment, a clicking sound broke the silence. A parrot with a miniature bamboo hat descended, shaking its feathers and looking at the chessboard with sharp eyes.
“Wonderful move! Wonderful move!” It exclaimed before picking up a black stone, placing it on the board, and being sucked into the chess piece.
The sky was covered in stars, resembling a chessboard with dazzling pieces of light. In the open-air square, paved with white jade bricks, one figure sat cross-legged, suspended in the center – dressed in a white Daoist robe, looking ethereal. However, the four blood-formed spheres around him starkly differed from his divine energy.
Li Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly, sensing someone entering the area. He immediately spoke, “Old lady, is it you?”
“Unfortunately, she’s probably still in her bed, munching on melon seeds,” came a voice from behind, and Li Feng turned slightly, opening his eyes to see a young man standing there, wearing a hat and a masked face. The youth’s eyes were cold and deep, and he held a somewhat ordinary short-handled spiritual sword.
Observing the young man, Li Feng raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Hahaha… Indeed, it’s something she would do. The spirit-suppressing formation in Chilong Mansion is about to break, countless lives are about to be lost, and she’s probably enjoying melon seeds in her room.”
“At your age, you tend to become quite peculiar,” commented Ye Anping, shrugging. He asked, “Li Xianshi, aren’t you the same? Why bother?”
Li Feng shook his head slightly and explained, “You’re still young. You won’t understand the difficulties an old man like me faces. When the time comes, as your life approaches its end, you’ll realize how challenging it is to keep on living.”
“I won’t comment,” Ye Anping replied.
“Then…” Li Feng’s eyes lost their smile, and he asked, “Is it you, a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building, who killed those three demonic cultivators in Chilong Mansion?”
“Yes,” came the straightforward reply.
“That’s impressive. Not only did you handle demonic cultivators at a higher level, but you also found your way here. You don’t show a hint of fear when facing a Nascent Soul cultivator. Are you the old lady’s direct disciple?”
“If that’s what you think.”
“What do you plan to do now? Do you think I’m as easy to deal with as those demonic cultivators? Underestimating your opponent is not a good habit. You can’t harm me at all with the sword in your hand.”
“I’m not overestimating my abilities. I just came here to advise you,” Ye Anping said, placing his spiritual sword on the ground and sitting down. “Doing a good deed before facing the inevitable end seems worthwhile, doesn’t it?”
“It’s quite uncomfortable to be taught a lesson by a junior,” Li Feng remarked.
“Really?” Ye Anping questioned.
“Yeah,” Li Feng responded.
“Really?”
“Um…”
“You sure?”
“What are you…”
Boom!
Before Li Feng could finish his sentence, a purple spirit sword, surrounded by thunder, suddenly struck one of the four blood energy balls around him. Simultaneously, three figures appeared behind Li Feng.
Boom!
The blood energy ball and the purple spirit sword collided for just two breaths before exploding. The sword then changed direction, heading towards the second blood energy ball. Initially focused on Ye Anping, Li Feng reacted swiftly. He grasped the flying purple spirit sword, shattering it into pieces. The sword bits scattered on the ground, transforming into spiritual light and dissipating.
“Hiss…” Li Feng took a deep breath.
“Where’s your martial virtue? Sneaking up on someone already at death’s door, where’s the courtesy of a junior?”
“I only show courtesy to those I respect, Senior Sister Feng!!” Came a voice from behind Li Feng.
“Here she comes!” Feng Yudie, standing behind Li Feng, frowned. She mobilized her spiritual energy, and her golden spiritual energy transformed into a golden dragon, lunging towards Li Feng.
“Roar!”
“Holy Emperor Dragon Body?” Li Feng observed the incoming golden dragon with a calm expression. He raised his hand, and a golden iron fist materialized, striking the dragon’s upper jaw, slamming it to the ground, and creating a long groove along the floor.
Feng Yudie also coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Cough–” Li Feng looked at her with an expressionless face. “Holy Emperor’s girl, your dragon can deal with the Core Formation stage, but against me…”
Before he could finish speaking, six strands of ice-blue sword energy attacked one of the blood energy balls.
“This aura…” Li Feng disdainfully ignored it, but he spat out another mouthful of blood the next moment.
At the same time, thunder roared in the sky, and silver-white thunder struck another bloody ball. Li Feng’s eye twitched, and he shook his right hand. Liang Zhu, who stood on his left, was instantly knocked away by spiritual energy. However, at the same time, Li Feng once again coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Enough!! You juniors!!” Li Feng shouted.
Ye Anping squinted and smiled, interrupting, “Master Li, how much longer can your lifespan support you? It’s time to end this play.”
In an instant, the golden light of Ye Anping’s spiritual sword emerged. The sword wind rose like a swimming dragon.
At the same time, Ye Anping sighed, saying, “Master Li, I have some bad news. Miss Li Longling died earlier at the hands of the blood spirits created by your formation.”
“What… cough cough cough…”
“Hey,” Ye Anping sighed slightly, “when we arrived, we discovered that she had… well – it’s tragic. In the end, she suffered the fate of bones scattered due to her father.”
Li Feng showed disbelief, using his spiritual energy to resist the four attackers while glaring at Ye Anping. “Ahem – what did you say? This… Impossible!!!”
“Just because you set a restriction on her? Oh, that restriction was broken by her using her essence and blood. Li Longling ran out to find you, but because her eyesight failed, she mistook a blood spirit for you. She ran up, but what greeted her was a bloody mouth… Master Li Xian, you killed your daughter, and Li Longling died because of you.”
“Cough cough – cough cough –” Li Feng continued to cough.
Ye Anping waved the spiritual sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and asked, “Is it worth it?”
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