Chapter 705: Feng Family’s Second Young Master
Ye Qingyun once again flicked his finger, but just before his finger could touch Ling Yichen’s sword, Ling Yichen twisted his body nimbly. Ye Qingyun’s finger that contained the Qi of True Essence moved straight towards Ling Yichen’s heart as his sword pierced the bottom of Ye Qingyun’s ribs like a flash of lightning.
This move, although not fatal, was enough to severely injure Ye Qingyun, who could no longer pose a threat to Ling Chuxi. Ling Yichen knew very well that his body could not withstand the Qi of True Essence on Ye Qingyun’s finger, but there was no hesitation or fear in his eyes.
“Are you seeking death?” Ye Qingyun never expected that Ling Yichen could actually be so reckless, completely disregarding his own life for that one move.
He knew that Ling Yichen was willing to throw away his life, but there was no reason for him to get injured too! Ye Qingyun quickly flashed away and clumsily drew his sword to block Ling Yichen’s incoming attack.
Clang! The sound of their swords clashing rang out, and Ling Yichen’s body soared through the air, as if he had just been hit by a huge rock. His sword gleamed as it was pulled out of Ye Qingyun’s chest, leaving behind a gory wound that oozed blood. The scarlet liquid spread across Ye Qingyun’s shirt, flowed down his hands, and pitter-pattered to the ground.
Ye Qingyun looked down to see his shirt torn beneath his ribs, his skin slashed open in a bloody wound. His features twisted in rage as his anger turned ferocious. Such a superficial wound did not have any effect on his cultivation, but it was a huge shame for him.
Heavenly Star Sect’s Young Master, with the cultivation of the realm of True Essence, had not only been unable to kill an opponent that was merely at the Great Fulfilment Pinnacle stage, but he had actually been wounded by him too. If this was made known, he would definitely become the laughing stock of the great sects.
“I was planning to leave you alive, but since you don’t appreciate my mercy, don’t blame me for what happens next.” Ye Qingyun gnashed his teeth furiously as he raised his sword and approached Ling Yichen.
Ling Yichen was leaning against a large tree, still holding his sword tightly. His gaze was serene and unaffected. He did not call out or signal for help because he knew that if he did, Ling Chuxi would definitely rush over without a care for her life, and refuse to leave.
If that happened, he would only be a burden to her.
Footsteps sounded behind Ye Qingyun, and he turned around. The first thing he saw was a cloth banner with the words ‘Iron Mouth Divine Tooth Number One Fortune Teller’ written on it. At such a time and place, Ye Qingyun was rather dumbfounded by the sight. However, when he saw the person who was carrying the cloth banner, he was surprised.
“It’s you, Feng Wuhen!” Ye Qingyun stared at him with narrowed eyes.
Ling Yichen looked at Jiang Wuhen in confusion. The Jiang Wuhen standing before him was completely different from the one he knew. That calm steadiness he was projecting was genuine, and so foreign compared to the usual laughing, carefree Jiang Wuhen. It was like two completely different people. That calm composure could give people chills.
“My name is Jiang Wuhen!” Jiang Wuhen corrected him and went to stand in front of Ling Yichen.
“Why are you here?” Ye Qingyun frowned and asked.
“You can’t touch them.” Jiang Wuhen stared at Ye Qingyun coolly.
“Hah, I thought that the Feng family’s second young master only read fortunes. When did you become such a busybody? Could it be that your Clear Wind Sect still dreams of becoming the number one sect?” Ye Qingyun scoffed tauntingly.
“I will say it again: My name is Jiang Wuhen. Furthermore, this matter is unrelated to the Clear Wind Sect. They are my friends.” Jiang Wuhen still held onto the cloth banner, his tone slightly menacing.