Chapter 302: Chapter 118: Triumphant Return, Underlying Currents
An arrow is on the string, and it must be released.
Feng Xiongyi is extremely reluctant to engage in a duel at this critical point in time, especially with such an unknown, suddenly appearing adversary.
However, who could have expected a sudden upheaval... to erupt without any warning?
It’s like playing chess, piece against piece, general against general, just about to shout "general," when suddenly a piece from outside the board falls beside you.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Feng Xiongyi slowly raised his head, his dark and brooding eyes meeting Li Xuan, who was flying on his sword in mid-air.
Li Xuan squinted back at him.
Although he was not part of the game, he had been observing the situation through various factors, even if only a glimpse. But instinct told him: now is the last opportunity to enter the fray; if not, then... greater crises will follow.
Feng Xiongyi did not become angry. Rather, he restrained himself and maintained his composure, saying calmly, "Who exactly are you? What purpose do you have in challenging me with such determination?"
He tried to steer the conversation back.
Li Xuan laughed loudly, retorting, "Rambling on, are you afraid to fight?
Indeed, lying for so long in the tender embrace of that plump beauty from the Six Alliances in Lishan, your body has grown soft, unable to fight, right?"
Upon finishing, he added coldly, "So you are afraid that she might get jealous, and purposely sent Mengrou away. If I am not mistaken, you even want to kill Sister Mengrou, don’t you?"
This statement caused a stir among the surrounding cultivators.
The plump woman from the Six Alliances in Lishan is certainly not a beauty, yet... she has indeed stayed on Feiguang Peak for many years.
Previously, no one would have thought Feng Xiongyi would be involved with that woman.
If one were to compare Feng Mengrou with that woman, everyone would feel their eyes were tainted.
Feng Mengrou is indeed the great beauty of the Feng family and also the steward of Feiguang Peak...
However, one batch after another of sickly gold flooding into the Lingyi Sect truly benefitted the Sect greatly, and the operation was handled by Feng Xiongyi.
Thinking this way, perhaps... it’s not entirely impossible.
The atmosphere became peculiar.
And that man flying on his sword now had a reason to stand there: a young arrogant genius always believes they are invincible; thus he must avenge Feng Mengrou, who has become his Dao companion!
Feng Xiongyi shouted sternly, "Nonsense!"
Li Xuan gazed down from his sword at the man by the mountain gate, stretched out his single arm, beckoning him, saying indifferently, "Come up and talk."
The more fearless he appeared, the more suspicious Feng Xiongyi became.
Feng Xiongyi watched the one-armed man with wild black hair, his mind racing with countless thoughts.
He glanced at his surroundings.
Among the gathered cultivators, there were many of his people.
But could he use these people to forcibly drive away the challenger before him?
Upon contemplation, he realized he couldn’t.
Li Xuan had already joined the Hua family, came along with the Purple Mist Peak, and was adhering to sect rules for the challenge; what reason did he have to refuse?
Today, it suddenly seemed to have become a dead end.
This moment, precisely short-range contact, clashing head-on, the loser... the escapee, ends up with nothing.
Feng Xiongyi took a deep breath, looked sharply upward, and said, "Do you know, a Peak Master challenge is not ordinary?
Since the founding of Lingyi Sect, such occurrences have been rare.
Even if it happens, it’s extremely fierce; if one side slips up, the other may perish.
Your talent is good, but if used by others to challenge me, hoping to rise to the heavens in one step, it is still too early.
Considering your youth and ignorance, leave quickly.
Otherwise, I won’t hold back."
Li Xuan beckoned again, saying indifferently, "Come."
"Fine!"
Feng Xiongyi could no longer bear it, his longsword unsheathed from his side, flying up beneath his feet, then soaring into the sky, reaching opposite Li Xuan. After that... he touched his waist and took out a brocade box, pinching it with two fingers.
Snap.
The brocade box opened, revealing a... yellow bean.
But how could an ordinary yellow bean be carried around by Feng Xiongyi?
"Feng Xiongyi, dealing with a junior, how could you use your Feiguang Peak’s heritage Spirit Treasure? Do you have any shame!?"
Hua Xiaoying shouted loudly.
Today, placed on the roasting fire was not just Feng Xiongyi but her as well.
At this moment... she also had no way out.
She saw the yellow bean and immediately understood what it was.
Feng Xiongyi’s decisive move was unexpected to her.
At this moment, she no longer believed Li Xuan would win.
Feng Xiongyi merely lowered his head slightly, coldly glancing at this beautiful woman in white, saying, "Peak Master Hua colludes with outsiders, scheming without bounds; this debt will be settled later."
With his words, the surroundings erupted in noise.
Hua Xiaoying attempted to stir chaos and complicate the current situation, thus she said, "Feng Xiongyi, if you say so, I suppose I shall engage with you once."
After saying that, she intended to fly up on her sword to replace Li Xuan.
Seeing Hua Xiaoying’s anxiety, Feng Xiongyi, ever so clever, instantly realized the situation.
He laughed, "Peak Master Hua, do not disturb the duel between me and the young brother.
According to Sect rules, no one may intervene before a Peak Master battle is over.
If there is life or death involved, it cannot be pursued."
"Sect Leader Feng speaks the truth, Peak Master Hua, what do you intend to do?"
"Indeed, Peak Master Hua, could it be that you really colluded with outsiders and now seeing it can’t be done, intend to switch?"
"Also think, what level is Sect Leader Feng at? You let such a young lad challenge him, foolish! Ignorant!"
A group of Feng Xiongyi’s followers gathered from all directions.
The cultivators from Purple Mist Peak did not back down, confidently confronting them.
Hua Xiaoying still wanted to speak, but the one-armed, sword-wielding foster son in the sky turned back, solemnly saying, "Foster Mother, let me handle it."
