Chapter 1574 - 1575: Conspiracy
"Brother Fei, wait for me, I'll go with you."
Xiao Xuanya changed into a new outfit, smiling as she rushed down the stairs.
She wore a camouflage windbreaker, military camouflage trousers, sported hiking shoes, and carried a large camouflage backpack.
This fairy, even dressed in attire full of strong military elements, still appeared enchanting and captivating with every smile.
Yuan Fei knew that Xiao Xuanya's martial arts had already reached Core Formation to Divine Communication, and more impressively, she was a standard King Sniper.
With Xiao Xuanya's addition, his burden would be lighter.
No matter how powerful a Martial Arts Master was, they ultimately couldn't compete with a sniper.
Even a Spiritual Martial Arts Master could only use extraordinary speed to evade the bullets of a King Sniper, never withstand them head-on.
Yang Fei nodded, agreeing to Xiao Xuanya's request.
Xiao Xuanya bid farewell to a few women with a playful smile and left together with Yang Fei.
Yang Fei drove a Hummer, with Xiao Xuanya in the passenger seat, speeding away amidst the roar of the engine.
When Yang Fei and Xiao Xuanya arrived at Yinxue Tower, it was already past 3 PM.
A journey of over a hundred kilometers on the highway was nothing for Yang Fei.
At this moment, in Yinxue Tower, Xue Mingtai was receiving an important guest.
Young Master Ming Tai always possessed a refined and elegant demeanor.
Currently, he was boiling mountain spring water with a clay stove.
Within the small purple clay pot, mountain spring water bubbled up like glistening pearls, veiling with a faint mist.
The water gradually boiled, and the bubbles at the bottom surged more rapidly.
In the small purple clay teapot, Xue Mingtai lightly roasted the tea leaves, releasing a delicate aroma that was captivating.
Opposite the redwood tea table, an elder in his fifties, with hair like silver and a reddish complexion, sat.
He wore traditional black Chinese clothing with a thick beard on his chin.
The elder's face remained calm, yet his eyes revealed a hint of anxiousness.
He occasionally raised his head, watching the entrance of Yinxue Tower.
Xue Mingtai seemed oblivious to the elder's anxiety, pouring the boiled but not boiling spring water into the small purple clay teapot.
As the spring water streamed like silver threads, it incessantly entered the purple clay pot, soaking the roasted Biluochun, releasing an extraordinary fragrance.
The elder looked at Xue Mingtai admiringly.
"In such a dire situation, your demeanor remains undisturbed, like Mount Tai collapsing without changing expression, you truly are a remarkable individual."
Xue Mingtai smiled faintly, his hands graceful and dynamic like carved jade.
He poured tea for the elder from the small purple clay pot, the spout releasing a thin stream of golden transparent tea into a fine Jingdezhen teacup.
The entire tea brewing process exuded an antique beauty.
Xue Mingtai set down the teapot, gesturing to the elder to enjoy: "Please!"
The elder picked up the teacup, took a sip, and felt utterly refreshed.
"Good tea, truly! I didn't expect Young Master Ming Tai not only to have expertise in the Tao of liquor and Sword Dao, but also to have achieved perfection in the Tao of tea."
Xue Mingtai chuckled softly: "It's just a pastime, Elder Zhu, you overpraise me."
Not far away, An Zichen sat quietly, like a lotus rising, ethereal and serene, with a faint scent of Zen.
Wen Taikang and the Sword Emperor were engaged in a fierce game, their Go stones entwining aggressively.
"Everyone, long time no see."
Just then, footsteps echoed at the entrance, and Yang Fei walked in swaggeringly.
As soon as he entered the hall, he smelled the rich aroma of the tea.
He took a deep breath, shifted his posture, and approached Xue Mingtai.
This guy casually grabbed the purple clay teapot from Xue Mingtai's hand, gulping down a mouthful.
The meticulously brewed tea by Xue Mingtai went right into Yang Fei's stomach.
This guy gulped like a cow and then moved behind Wen Taikang.
At this moment, Wen Taikang had trapped the Sword Emperor's large dragon; it looked like he would defeat him.
He was holding a stone, torn on where to place it.
Yang Fei casually took the Sword Emperor's stone, placing it in the middle position.
"Trust me, play here, this game can be saved."
The Sword Emperor and Wen Taikang were both startled.
Yang Fei placed the white stone in such a way that his white stones were completely blocked.
The Sword Emperor's previously struggling dragon instantly lost ten or so white stones, leaving him hopeless.
The Sword Emperor's chess strength was no match for Wen Taikang; the defeat was inevitable, and he was merely struggling.
Seeing Yang Fei's reckless play, he became even more hopeless and immediately furious.
"Yang Fei, since you can't play chess, don't cause trouble."
Yang Fei finished Xue Mingtai's tea, laughing mischievously at the Sword Emperor.
"Who says I can't play chess? Watch this."
The guy said and immediately followed Wen Taikang, playing two more stones.
Wen Taikang's chess strength, far superior to the Sword Emperor's, was also much sharper.
Seeing Yang Fei's move, he suddenly brightened up, praising the move as excellent.
The Sword Emperor was dumbfounded, noticing that while Yang Fei's white stones killed several of his pieces, it also freed up space for other white stones.
Surrounding white stones unexpectedly gained a pathway.
Originally, it was impossible for him to win this match, but sacrificing the middle pieces unexpectedly gave a chance to the white stones.
Wen Taikang revitalized himself and started playing with Yang Fei.
But after ten or so moves, Wen Taikang, who was calmly proficient, frowned and showed signs of unease.
Yang Fei didn't even glance at the chess board, instead whistled towards An Zichen.
"Zi Chen, long time no see, you've become even prettier, like a Heavenly Immortal."
An Zichen listened to his slick words, neither angered nor pleased, her expression peaceful, her gaze clear.
She glanced faintly at Yang Fei: "Everyone has been waiting for you; you arrived late."
Not far away, Xue Mingtai looked at the purple clay pot snatched by Yang Fei and smiled bitterly.
"Yang Fei, after drinking my tea, at least return the teapot to me."
Yang Fei drank the tea in the purple clay pot completely and tossed it towards Xue Mingtai.
The Tower Master was startled; if this purple clay pot broke on the ground, it would shatter into pieces.
This pot was part of Xue Mingtai's collection, quite extraordinary, worth tens of thousands.
However, the small purple clay pot gracefully curved through the air, spinning rapidly before landing safely on Xue Mingtai's tea table.
The purple clay teapot spun like a top before coming to a stop, perfectly unharmed.
The elder was astonished; Yang Fei's casual toss revealed his unparalleled Martial Arts Realm, showcasing formidable control.
Even Xue Mingtai was slightly moved by Yang Fei's display, watching without blinking.
"I didn't expect, in less than a year, you've broken through to the True Martial Realm, progressing in martial arts at such an astounding pace, unprecedented."
Yang Fei chuckled, shrugging at Xue Mingtai.
"You're not bad either; you could enter the True Martial Realm whenever you wish, congratulations."
He chatted while playing stones rapidly with his hand, as if without thought.
The entire chess game had dramatically shifted.
Wen Taikang initially held a slight edge, but now the situation was precarious.
Xue Mingtai, unconcerned with Yang Fei's chess playing, calmly spoke.
"Your presence is because the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is imminent."
"This grand event affects the martial fortune and national fortune of Huaxia and Sang Country, exceptionally significant."
"According to our intelligence, Sang Country's extreme nationalists are plotting a considerable conspiracy during this Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament. We cannot sit idly by."