"Er, er, er. Fine, fine, fine. Let's go, let's go." Yi Feng waved his hand impatiently. He truly could not stand the old man's cringeworthy chuunibyou aura any longer, so he hurriedly sent him away.
After seeing Old Man Wu off, Yi Feng returned to his desk.
For the time that followed, he immersed himself in writing Zixia Fairy and Supreme Treasure, shutting himself indoors all day.
As autumn arrived in full, the autumn wind outside the streets grew increasingly bleak and desolate, yet it did not affect Yi Feng in the slightest. Even the bone-piercing cold air held no terror for him under the protection of his little sun heater.
It seemed that Yi Feng would have a comfortable winter this year.
Zhong Qing remained as taciturn as ever. Every day, he diligently practiced his punches while taking care of all the large and small chores in the Martial Arts Hall.
Ao Qing, the second dog, lay at Yi Feng's feet. The injuries within his body had long since completely healed. Sometimes he watched Yi Feng practice his punches, and sometimes he studied the paintings in the Martial Arts Hall's front hall. His strength was advancing by leaps and bounds.
That day, Old Ancestor Qingshan came to pay a visit.
When he arrived, he seemed to have something weighing on his mind. Yi Feng noticed his state and brought out some comforting chicken soup for the soul from his previous life to console him.
Yi Feng had no idea whether it was of any use, but he only knew that Old Ancestor Qingshan was brimming with confidence when he left.
The next day.
After finishing a set of Tai Chi Fist, Yi Feng stretched lazily and prepared to head into the streets to buy some wine. Yet he discovered that the streets were much quieter than usual today.
"What's going on?" Yi Feng sat down at the beef stall across the street and asked, "I usually see some cultivation disciples shopping on the streets. Why is it so deserted today?"
"Master Yi, perhaps you do not know?" Seeing the wine in Yi Feng's hand, the attendant generously served him two liang of beef. Then, gazing at the distant sky, he said, "Today is the day Old Ancestor Qingshan and the Black Tortoise Ancestor duel. All the cultivators have rushed off to watch their battle. It is a battle between the very strongest, after all, and it concerns the life and death of two great sects!"
"Oh."
Yi Feng nodded. He truly did not care much about cultivators' affairs, though he seemed to have heard about this matter before.
After eating two liang of beef and drinking two liang of strong liquor at the attendant's stall, he returned to the Martial Arts Hall with his body warmed through and continued writing.
Between the Qingshan Sect and the Black Tortoise Sect lay a natural gorge. At the center of the gorge was a platform spanning a thousand zhang—the Wind and Rain Platform.
On the Wind and Rain Platform.
Old Ancestor Qingshan's gaze was stern as his entire body erupted with imposing aura.
The Black Tortoise Ancestor had a head of white hair, a cold sneer flickering across his face.
On both sides of the gorge, disciples of the Black Tortoise Sect packed one side, while disciples of the Qingshan Sect filled the other. Every face was grave.
The battle between the two concerned all of their prospects and futures.
"Qingshan, I never thought you would truly dare to come?" the Black Tortoise Ancestor said mockingly.
"Hmph!"
Old Ancestor Qingshan gave a cold snort, offering no further words.
"Die!"
The two seemed to have no need for much preamble. The Black Tortoise Ancestor revealed his aura, shot into the air like lightning, and then struck down at Old Ancestor Qingshan with an unstoppable palm.
At that moment, the power of the Martial King realm was displayed to the fullest in the Black Tortoise Ancestor's hand.
Before the attack even arrived, the rocks beneath Old Ancestor Qingshan's feet were already cracking loudly, fissures spreading out like a spiderweb.
Old Ancestor Qingshan refused to be outdone. His aura likewise burst forth. Stomping his foot against the ground, he left behind a great crater as his body shot toward that palm imprint like a bolt of lightning.
Bang!
A heaven-shattering, earth-splitting boom rang out above the Wind and Rain Platform.
Countless waves of force spread in all directions. The disciples watching from afar were pushed back again and again by that powerful blast.
The strength of two Martial King experts truly was terrifying beyond compare.
Yet no one cared about their retreating bodies. Their eyes narrowed to pinpoints as they stared into the sky, all wanting to know who was stronger and who was weaker after the first collision between the two ancestors.
Then they saw a figure staggering backward through the air for several hundred zhang amid the swirling force.
It was Old Ancestor Qingshan.
At that sight, the faces of everyone from the Qingshan Sect sank as one.
Within the crowd, Peng Ying's pretty face turned deathly pale as she clenched her jade-like hands tightly. She had joined the Qingshan Sect for some time and understood well what this battle meant. Could the Qingshan Sect, which she had finally managed to join, truly be about to collapse?
The Black Tortoise Sect, however, was different. Earth-shaking cheers instantly erupted from their side.
"Hahaha! Qingshan, you truly are trash. This day next year will be your death anniversary!" High in the air, the Black Tortoise Ancestor burst into laughter, his face full of mockery.
Old Ancestor Qingshan's expression turned ugly at those words. The gap between them truly was enormous!
"Die!" The Black Tortoise Ancestor clearly understood the principle of beating a drowning dog. Without wasting any time, he darted into the air like a ghost and sent another world-destroying palm strike toward Old Ancestor Qingshan.
This palm strike.
Was even more powerful than the last, its momentum even fiercer.
If Old Ancestor Qingshan possessed only the strength he had displayed just now, then even if he did not die beneath the Black Tortoise Ancestor's palm, he would be severely injured.
The palm imprint, enveloped in primordial energy, grew larger and larger in the sky, illuminating half the heavens as it drew ever closer to Old Ancestor Qingshan.
Yet Old Ancestor Qingshan did not move in the slightest.
At this sight, many outside spectators shook their heads. Even more people guessed that Old Ancestor Qingshan knew he was no match and had given up resisting.
The people of the Qingshan Sect in particular looked utterly ashen.
Once this palm descended, they could practically see the Qingshan Sect's destruction.
When the palm imprint was less than thirty zhang from Old Ancestor Qingshan, a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face. Then he drew a kitchen cleaver from his robes.
"Finally, it's my turn."
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