Chapter 117: Convergence
Qin Feng stared blankly at the pale blue sword energy that tore through the sky, his astonishment growing in his heart.
Knowing that Liu Jianli was powerful was one thing, but witnessing her take action at such close range was another.
The skeletal figure that could contend with Si Zheng in battle had at least reached the fifth calamity cycle.
But even such a monstrous creature couldn’t withstand a single sword from Liu Jianli.
Qin Feng became increasingly convinced that Liu Jianli, at the time, aimed to break through to the third-grade of Divine Martial Arts, and her comprehension of sword intent had already approached the fifth-level realm—the Realm of a Myriad Gods!
What kind of terrifying anomaly was she?
And this kind of anomaly is also my wife. Qin Feng was both shocked and fortunate.
However, while Qin Feng’s heart was in turmoil, Liu Jianli remained calm as ever.
She released her grip on the sword handle, and the blue and white long sword floated in the air, slowly returning to its sheath.
Crack, crack, the sound of the sheath closing echoed again as the sword was concealed within.
Liu Jianli gently tucked a strand of hair beside her temple, raised her head, and looked at Qin Feng. “Now, can we go back?”
“Uh…”
Step, step!
Step, step!
Just as Qin Feng was about to answer, a hurried sound of footsteps approached. Looking in the direction of the noise, it was a group from the Qin residence.
In addition to his second brother with a dozen servants, Ya’an also brought Wang Xu and the others.
The Black Charcoal Head did not follow, as killing the two-headed demon might attract other demons. The Qin residence needed guards.
Ya’an glanced at the people who had fallen unconscious and furrowed her eyebrows slightly before asking.
Qin Feng first arranged for the servants to take away the unconscious people, then explained in detail.
“Did you kill the Ancient Mirage?” Ya’an’s voice raised, maintaining politeness but with an unmistakable suspicion in her eyes, impossible to conceal.
She was also a Literature Saint and an eighth-grade saint at that.
She deeply understood the attack power of Literature Saint Daoist.
Let alone killing a demon beast of the fourth-level calamity cycle, even exaggerating a bit, killing a chicken was quite challenging for a low-grade literature saint.
“It was indeed me.” Qin Feng raised his head proudly. The more the other party doubted, the more accomplished he felt.
“Don’t spout nonsense.” Ya’an frowned. “I know you have a way to condense Literature Saint to your fingertips, but relying solely on that technique to kill the Ancient Mirage is nothing but a fool’s dream. Tell me the truth—what really happened?”
Her tone carried both eagerness to know the truth and disdain to expose Qin Feng’s lies.
“Do you know about formations?” Qin Feng pretended to be mysterious.
“Formations?” Ya’an looked puzzled. “I naturally know about formations, but what are you trying to imply by bringing this up?”
Qin Feng began to embellish and exaggerate the details of how he had defeated the ancient mirage.
Half of the information was made up by Qin Feng, and the other half was his self-praise.
In summary — the great Young Master Qin, relying on his wisdom, lured the ancient mirage into a formation and killed it!
He naturally didn’t mention that he was not affected by the ancient mirage’s confusion.
His strange eyes divine skill was his greatest reliance, and he had to keep it a secret.
His second brother, standing aside, heard these words and couldn’t hide his admiration for his elder brother.
“Big brother, that’s amazing.”
Ya’an glanced indifferently at Qin An beside him. Hmph, a simple-minded martial artist.
Qin Feng’s words sounded impressive, but she still found it hard to believe.
Leaving aside other matters, let’s talk about the formation diagram.
People who didn’t understand might think that as long as they followed the instructions in the book, they could easily draw the formation diagram.
But thinking like that would be a big mistake!
Drawing the fur is easy, but drawing the bones is difficult. Simply copying the formation diagram may look decent, but it can’t activate the power of the formation.
Many years ago, Ya’an also wanted to pursue the path of formations to compensate for the weakness of attack power in the Literature Saint path.
However, even though she spent a lot of time and effort, the formation diagrams she copied could never be activated.
She once asked her teacher about this issue, and the teacher remained silent for a long time before giving a reply — “You don’t have talent in the way of formations; it’s not suitable for you to study formations.”
Because of this statement, she didn’t visit her teacher for almost half a year. Strangely, since then, whenever she went to the library in the Grand Literature Academy, she could never find any books on formations.
Now, someone was claiming in front of her that they had killed a fourth-level calamity cycle ancient mirage using formations.
How can she, who is so proud, accept this?
After all, even in the vast Grand Literature Academy of Heavenly City, those who excel in the Dao of Formation can also be counted on one hand!
She couldn’t believe that the man before her, while proficient in medicine, could also delve into the Dao of Formation!
Ya’an turned to look at Liu Jianli and asked, “Did you kill the ancient mirage?”
Knowing Liu Jianli’s character well, she was sure she wouldn’t lie.
But what she saw was Liu Jianli shaking her head slightly.
Ya’an bowed her head into contemplation.
Qin Feng, seeing this, curled his lips.
Curious, he asked, “Do you distrust me that much?”
Ya’an raised her head and said indifferently, “I acknowledge your medical skills, but I don’t believe you can perform formations.”
“Why?”
“Because your handwriting is unbearable! As the saying goes, calligraphy and painting have the same origin. How can someone who can’t write decently depict a decent formation?” Her tone was calm, but her words were full of disdain.
Especially those eyes, as if saying—You can’t even lie properly!
Seemingly unwilling to speculate on the truth any further, she turned and walked towards Wang Xu and the others, inquiring about the current situation in Jinyang City.
Damn, that makes sense.
But in his heart, he secretly made a resolution. When there’s time, he must practice calligraphy. He can’t let people look down on him like this.
After a long time, almost all the demons in the city were eradicated. Even if there were some stragglers, they escaped outside Jinyang City when they sensed the danger.
With the help of the Demon Slaying Department, Qin Feng and his group sent all the unconscious citizens back home.
With things at this point, the sudden chaos of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade had come to an end.
Qin Feng slowly pushed Liu Jianli towards the direction of the Qin Mansion, and the scene looked so warm.
Ya’an watched this scene quietly, her thoughts unclear.
At this moment, a servant from the Qin Mansion hurriedly arrived, saying anxiously, “Master hasn’t been found yet.”
Qin Feng frowned upon hearing this. “What do you mean? Isn’t my father in the mansion?”
His younger brother’s face turned ugly as he explained, “When we went back earlier, father said he didn’t know where his money pouch had fallen, so he hurried back to look for it. Both Mom and I couldn’t stop him in time! We came out to meet with the eldest brother and to find out where father went.”
“Who would have thought that so much time had passed, and he still hasn’t been found. Elder brother, could it be that father, he…”
That stingy guy! At such a dangerous time, he cares about his money pouch. With his poor self, how much money could be in that pouch!
Qin Feng was extremely anxious. “Calm down. Don’t think so negatively. Since he went back to find his money pouch, he must have followed the route we took.”
Qin Feng glanced around and saw the brothel from before. Due to the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, the brothel was now closed, with its windows shut and lights extinguished, casting it into darkness.
“Let’s use this brothel as a starting point. Search from here to the mansion, slowly expanding outward. The heavens help the innocent so he will be fine.”
Creak~
Before he could finish speaking, the wooden door of the brothel was pushed open, revealing a familiar face. It was indeed his father!
Qin Jian’an looked at his two sons, and even his daughter-in-law, with a particularly excited expression.
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