Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Just leaving like that?

Everyone was stunned. Ye Qingfeng had left the Fang family far too decisively; he didn’t seem to think much of the Fang family either. But then why had he given Fang Lun such a precious elixir?

After a brief moment of pondering, they all suddenly understood: this time, Ye Qingfeng was settling the Fang family’s kindness in one stroke, just as he’d said earlier—it was all because he’d thought Fang Lun was Shui Yiyi’s grandfather.

This bottle of Divine Medicine from Ye Qingfeng was meant to sever the relationship between the Fang family and Shui Yiyi. The Fang family had missed out on a heaven–sent opportunity.

"How could he just leave like that? The birthday banquet hasn’t even started yet, that’s way too rude!" Fang Wei said with some dissatisfaction.

"Shut up! Useless trash, haven’t you ruined the Fang family enough? If you dare spout one more word, I’ll throw you out of the Fang family on the spot!" Fang Le scolded harshly in fury.

That one sentence made Fang Wei feel extremely awkward, but he didn’t dare talk back in the slightest. Even his grandfather Fang Han didn’t dare say much.

It was all because of Fang Wei. He had offended Ye Qingfeng from the very beginning, and step by step, he’d pushed the relationship between the Fang family and Ye Qingfeng to the breaking point.

A figure like a True Dragon had actually been driven away from the Fang family alive by this good-for-nothing wastrel. How could the elders of the Fang family not be furious?

"Our Fang family has missed out on the greatest opportunity of all!" Fang Lun staggered back a few steps, his heart filled with endless remorse!

Ye Qingfeng left the Fang family and wandered around Salt City with Shui Yiyi and Ye Bufan.

After lunch, it was already afternoon. The two of them strolled along a tree-lined path. The light of the setting sun poured down, and scattered specks of sunlight pierced through the leaves.

The man and woman both looked very delicate and handsome. Their clothes were ordinary, but their bearing was extraordinary. Quite a few passersby couldn’t help but glance sideways, feeling that this scene was a bit picturesque.

Starlight Lake, one of Salt City’s famous sights. The two walked to the lakeside, leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance. A light breeze brushed past, bringing with it a rush of fresh air.

"I just killed a lot of people. Aren’t you afraid?" Ye Qingfeng’s expression was very cold, no joy or anger to be seen.

"I am." Shui Yiyi nodded lightly. "But I’m only afraid you’ll get hurt."

Shui Yiyi lifted her head, looked straight at Ye Qingfeng, and spoke with determination.

No matter how cold-blooded this man was, no matter how many people he had killed, when it came to her, he was that gentle.

Perhaps in other people’s eyes, this man was a Demon, but in Shui Yiyi’s eyes, Ye Qingfeng was just a man who could protect her.

The two looked at each other, their gazes flickering.

"About to kiss? Then I guess I should get out of the way." At this moment, Ye Bufan suddenly spoke, then walked off to the side with a cool air.

Shui Yiyi’s pretty face instantly flushed red.

However, Shui Yiyi suddenly hugged Ye Qingfeng from behind. Her black hair fluttered; her pretty face pressed against Ye Qingfeng’s back, and even the tips of her crystal-clear ears had turned red.

"Ye Qingfeng, you’re the one I like. I just want to be with you, that’s all."

Ye Qingfeng was taken aback into silence.

In that moment, Ye Qingfeng also felt a slight stirring in his heart. He wanted to turn around and pull Shui Yiyi into his arms.

A woman like this always managed to soften Ye Qingfeng’s heart. That faint, ink-wash-like aura on Shui Yiyi made him unable to help wanting to cherish her.

Unfortunately, now was not the time.

Ye Qingfeng gently pried Shui Yiyi’s hands away.

Crystal teardrops slid slowly down her pretty face, and Shui Yiyi’s heart sank slightly.

"Alright, we should head back to Qingyun City. I still have to go to Yanjing tomorrow."

When night finally fell, Ye Qingfeng spoke at last.

"Okay."

Shui Yiyi nodded obediently.

With a casual wave of Ye Qingfeng’s hand, a streak of white light flared in the Hei Ye, and his Flying Sword appeared out of thin air.

"Bufan, let’s go!"

Ye Qingfeng called, then wrapped his arm around Shui Yiyi’s slender waist, leapt up, and landed directly on the Flying Sword.

Below was Salt City’s nightscape. Neon lights flickered, and in the hazy darkness it looked particularly beautiful.

Ye Qingfeng held her lightly by the waist. Shui Yiyi’s pretty face reddened slightly; she suddenly felt a bit shy, yet at the same time indescribably happy.

Flying through the sky—this was something so many people dreamed of. This feeling of soaring in freedom was simply wonderful.

Most importantly, the man standing behind her was the one she liked. His arm was around her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through her tender waist. This feeling made Shui Yiyi feel incredibly warm.

Standing behind her, Ye Qingfeng unexpectedly felt very comfortable as well. This feeling was something he’d never had when taking Piao Xue and Little Yue flying.

The next day, Yanjing, Zhang Family.

"What? You actually ran into something like that in Jiangdong? That Ye Qingfeng is far too arrogant, daring to humiliate our Zhang Family like this?"

In a secret room of the Zhang Family, an elderly man slammed the table and shouted angrily.

He was the Zhang Family’s Old Five. Though he was already quite old, his temper was still explosive. After hearing Zhang Beishan and Zhang Qixing recount what had happened in Jiangdong, his rage immediately soared.

"Yes, it really was too much. To humiliate you and Qixing like that—he clearly doesn’t put our Zhang Family in his eyes at all!" The Zhang Family’s Old Four nodded in agreement.

After speaking, he turned to look at the Zhang Family’s Old Three, Zhang Qiong Feng.

Zhang Qiong Feng sat in the chief seat. Though he was only the third brother, he was the Family Head of the Zhang Family and Zhang Qixing’s grandfather.

"Ye Qingfeng." Zhang Qiong Feng slowly repeated the name, a gleam of sharp light flashing in his eyes. "This man is not easy to deal with. Even the Mountain River Sect was nearly exterminated by his hand. With just our Zhang Family, I’m afraid it’ll be hard to stand against Ye Qingfeng."

"So we’re just going to let this go?" Old Five roared in anger, feeling extremely unwilling.

Though the Zhang Family kept a low profile, their pride was no less than anyone else’s. The Zhang Family was a true Martial Artist Family with transcendent strength; even in the Divine Guard there were many from the Zhang Family. Who would dare provoke them?

Usually, when those big families saw members of the Zhang Family, they were all respectful and deferential. Now Zhang Beishan of their Zhang Family, and their most outstanding Disciple Zhang Qixing, had actually been humiliated like this—how could he accept it?

"Ye Qingfeng is not someone to provoke. If we really want to deal with him, the Zhang Family will likely pay a considerable price. Since Second Brother and Qixing are unharmed, it’s better to let this matter rest."

Zhang Qiong Feng shook his head and spoke calmly.

The people of the Zhang Family were accustomed to arrogance; taking a loss once in a while was not necessarily a bad thing. For example, this time, Zhang Qixing had always thought himself a Martial Arts Genius.

Now that Zhang Qixing had been dealt such a blow, he instead gained a more driven mindset. Perhaps his Martial Arts would advance to an even higher level.

"Family Head, the reason Qixing and I were able to return this time is actually because I promised that Ye Qingfeng one thing." Zhang Beishan suddenly shook his head and spoke.

"What?"