Chapter 1318 - 1318: Encounter
As he spoke, he pulled out the half piece of sheepskin from his pocket: "I found this inside, but I don't know what's written on it. Because this brocade box is only half, there must be this thing in the other two brocade boxes. I want to piece these things together to see what it says."
He quietly looked at Ye Fengsheng's voice for a long time and asked, "Is this important?"
Ye Feng nodded: "It's very important."
Wen Renxi slightly furrowed his brows: "Compared to your life?"
Ye Fengsheng asked, "What do you mean?"
Wen Renxi placed the teacup back on the table, got up and walked to the door, looking at the empty courtyard in front of him: "Are you now caught in a dilemma, still thinking about this brocade box? For this brocade box, you dare to break into someone else's home alone. Aren't you afraid the elders in your family will notice your predicament?"
"Never thought about it,"
Ye Feng said: "I lost my achievement because of this brocade box at the beginning. Now you've lost your aura because of the inheritance ban. Although it's different, it ultimately relates to the tomb. Within that inheritance, you, me, and the Pei Family's three clans each have their own skills. It certainly has something to do with these three people, you must explore it before you give up."
Though he said this, what Ye Fengsheng truly wanted to know was why there was such a strange change in the martial arts of these three clans within him. Becoming an enemy of the Pei Family was significant. However, the tangled and intricate martial arts he possessed was also worth contemplating.
"So, are you not concerned about your life anymore?"
Wen Renxi said: "Do you want to exchange your life for my brocade box?"
"I'll exchange this sheepskin for you."
Ye Fengsheng said: "I've already written down the characters on it; we can exchange it for this sheepskin. I promise you, once I open the brocade box, I will surely return what's inside."
"Return it?" Wen Renxi asked: "Do you intend to take this treasure box hiding ancient secrets?"
"So there's nothing to discuss?"
Ye Fengsheng put away the expression on his face, gently looking at Wen Renxi: "You have to know, threatening me like this won't work."
"I'm saving your life," he said
Ye Fengsheng took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, picked up the parchment on the table, and headed out.
The two brushed past each other, appearing quite displeased.
A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, then fell into the girl's embrace. Three thousand blue satin ribbons fluttered with the wind. A bloodied jade plate gently swung at her waist, touching her body. The girl lowered her head, holding that piece of jade. Upon closer inspection, she was somewhat at a loss and then turned around. Her gaze fell on the white dress hanging by the bed in the room; the massive blood-stained handprint piercing her eyes.
After all, concessions were made. Within two steps, he caught up with Ye Fengsheng. He held the parchment in his hand and heard the person say: "I'll give it a try. If the three elders agree, you can leave with the brocade box, but the time will be short, and someone will follow you."
Ye Feng furrowed his brow: "I'll return it to you as soon as possible, but no one can follow me."
Hearing the footsteps of Ren Xihe did not stop but drifted further, four words resonated in the wind:
"Pushing forward inch by inch!"
Ye Fengsheng smiled and headed towards the front yard.
"Ye Fengsheng! How dare you come here!"
Suddenly, a loud voice erupted behind him, filled with anger. Ye Feng halted, turned around, and looked at the unfamiliar face behind him, somewhat puzzled: "Is it you?"
The unfamiliar face was not handsome, but it was sharply contoured and now filled with rage, especially the pair of eyes that seemed to burst out flames, devouring the sound of Ye Feng ahead.
"I don't know."
Speaking casually, Ye Fengsheng shook his head and turned to leave.
"Stop!"
How could he give up so easily? Upon learning Ren Hao was catching up, his spirit surging, he extended his hand firmly grasping Ye Fengsheng's shoulder, angrily asking: "Where are you going?"
His body trembled slightly, the aura of his body surging out. Ye Feng shrugged off the hidden murderous hand, softly saying: "What's wrong with you?"
Startled by the atmosphere, he retreated two steps. Hearing Ren Hao's cautious eyes, he said nothing, merely cried out: "Ye Fengsheng! Your reputation is really high now! Do you remember the last time I entered the Wenren Family? Wen Renxin, who was abandoned by you!"
"Oh?"
Stopping, turning around, looking with interest at the person in front of him. Ye Feng spoke in unison: "Are you here to avenge for him?"
He didn't expect that this old ridiculous thing, coincidentally a small thing, would encounter Wen Ren Shi.
Wen Renhao stood his ground, glaring at Ye Fengsheng: "Wen Renxin believed rain is my brother. You weren't hostile to him, just in a duel. Why did you use such harsh measures to abandon him?"
"No,"
Ye Fengsheng calmly said: "It's all your fault."
Listening to Hao's complexion, he got angrier: "It's a sin! Ye Fengsheng, are you okay
Ye Fengsheng's expression didn't change, only said six words:
"I advise you not to mistake me."
Wen Renhao clenched his teeth, the marks on his face clear to see. Without uttering another word, his figure disappeared from where he stood. The green bricks where he previously stood had been blown open by the wind, turning into billowing smoke.
When Ye Fengsheng turned his head at an angle, the eight cycles of reincarnation had already descended from the sky, majestically crashing towards his face.
It appeared that Ye Fengsheng didn't care at all about his body being discovered. Renhao stood above in the sky, looking down at the entanglement of the transformed soul with Ye Fengsheng, initially wanting to explore Ye Fengsheng's flaws. But he never saw that Ye Fengsheng's fist had already pierced through an Elf's chest. If not for the body's spirit, I'm afraid that punch alone would have been enough to break his bones and kill him!
How could it be so brutal!
Pupils contracted, fear emanating from within the person.
Each punch landed, breaking apart a soul avatar with the transformation of sound into soul form. Ye Fengsheng, standing in the midst like a Death God. Before he retreated, he had already finished off all eight bodies. His hands relaxed, slowly hanging by his sides. He slowly raised his head, squinting at Wen Renhao.
He didn't mind hearing Renhao's earlier performance. His gaze contrary, he laughed and said: "If you are so confident, you can definitely avenge your brother. How dare you not?"
The precarious situation was quickly broken because Ye Feng didn't want to waste time with someone who wasn't good at using their mind. When his fist fiercely slammed into Wen Hao's cheekbone, sending the fierce person flying through the air and falling to the ground, another ghostly figure appeared behind him, with five fingers like claws, gripping the wind with sharp force, grappling Wen Hao's throat.
Ye Feng's body trembled. In mid-air, he took two steps to distance from the attacker. He rubbed his palm in the air. The huge halo in his palm gushed out like a torrent. When they clashed with the claw marks, they melted into each other, rising in the air in a whirlwind.
Eyes bloomed in the sky's gaze. Through the air's now blurring waves, it directly landed on the face of the middle-aged man opposite him. Ye Feng's voice said: "Looking for death?"
Although the person's presence had been noticed long ago, the claw extended abruptly by the previous person evidently had no intention of leaving a hand. If it were someone else, the body would have been torn apart by the claws, leaving no complete body. For this reason, Ye Feng's anger in his chest would directly explode into a roar.