Chapter 882: Chapter 212: Tripod Furnace? [Feng Family’s Starry Sky Alliance Hierarch Wishes Everyone a Happy New Year]
Yin Yunxiao’s sinister smile was filled with hatred, his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Fang Che. He pointed with his finger, gesturing vaguely, "Kid, once you go inside, just wait and see."
Fang Che smiled nonchalantly, pulling Lan Xinxue into his arms, and with a taunting smile at Yin Yunxiao, he said, "Saint Heir, you seem...a bit impulsive. Why not look past this? You must know, endure the calm of the moment, and the seas will be boundless as you retreat. As long as Brother Yin lets go, the three of us can still live happily."
He understood it clearly, and he was also certain about it.
This Lan Xinxue, who outwardly appeared innocent and naive, was actually using him to undermine Yin Yunxiao!
Moreover, beneath her stunning beauty, her seemingly innocent appearance hid a treacherous and sinister heart.
Without his knowledge, she used him, sparking Yin Yunxiao’s hatred by all means, without caring for his life or death.
She didn’t even consider the larger picture of the Underworld and the Guardian. She only wanted to exploit, nothing else!
Since that’s the case, how could Fang Che let it go easily? He would take what he could gain.
Yes, I want to get rid of Yin Yunxiao, but not because of your manipulation.
I cooperate with you, but you also need to follow my way.
With her shoulders in Fang Che’s embrace, Lan Xinxue couldn’t help but shiver, a trace of shyness flashing quickly in her eyes, as she softly murmured, "Brother Fang, there are still so many people here."
"What does it matter with so many people?"
Fang Che leaned down to her ear, whispering gently in an ambiguous manner, "Sister, why do you smell so sweet?"
Before Lan Xinxue could reply, Yin Yunxiao saw her leaning against Fang Che so tenderly in public and exploded in a rage.
He roared with violence, "Fang Che, you’re courting death!"
In a flash of sword light, he charged forward.
But he was immediately blocked by the elder of the Netherworld Palace, and then King Chu Jiang of the Underworld also shouted, "Silence!"
Yin Yunxiao’s eyes were already completely bloodshot, "Grandmaster, you see this bastard... It’s not that I’m unreasonable..."
King Chu Jiang cast a mild glance at Fang Che and then turned his head, "The Yin Yang Realm is upon us, why are you messing around?!"
He acted as though he hadn’t seen Fang Che deliberately provoking Yin Yunxiao.
Fang Che was momentarily stunned inside.
This isn’t right!
Lan Xinxue gently struggled, Fang Che loosened his grip following her movements, and Lan Xinxue, having unexpectedly gotten free, hesitated for a moment, wishing to lean back in, but it was too late.
Unable to help herself, she pouted, scolding, "Yin Yunxiao, you’re truly unreasonable!"
She twisted her waist and entered her own Netherworld Palace camp.
Fang Che was even more bewildered.
He had an unclear feeling that something was amiss.
Yan Beihan was on the side, watching him with a cold sneer, a look on his face as if he were enjoying the spectacle.
Fang Che’s heart was stirred, and he took two steps closer to Yan Beihan, "Letting Miss Nan witness such a spectacle, I’m really sorry."
Yan Beihan distastefully retreated two steps, "Stay away from me, you reek."
Fang Che said, "This situation is quite peculiar; Miss Nan must know the reason behind it."
Yan Beihan coldly replied, "I naturally know, but why should I tell you?"
"After all, once we enter, we’ll need to cooperate sincerely..." Fang Che said. Without understanding this matter clearly, he felt that he would err in any action.
"Then cooperate well and we’ll talk."
Yan Beihan said, "Once inside, if you perform well, I, in my generosity, might explain it to you. Otherwise, you, looking all proper, might end up as a tripod furnace for the two of them... heh heh..."
She spoke with disdain, curling her lips.
Tripod furnace!
Fang Che was startled. Is there really such a thing?
But then he had a thought: If that’s the case, Yan Beihan wouldn’t know he’s Yemo, so why warn him?
Could it be that she still harbors doubts?
At this point, the Deity of the Sun began speaking.
"Most of you already know that the place you are about to enter is the Yin Yang Realm. Originally, this Yin Yang Realm, as the name implies, is the exclusive trial secret realm of our Heavenly Palace and the Underworld... However, sometimes disciples from other sects participate, because after all, monopolizing is not our ethos..."
Below, all the young disciples, no less than a thousand, listened intently.
The only unexpected small group was: Fang Che, Yan Beihan, Feng Yun, Dongyun Yu.
The four of them stood apart as if isolated from the world, each reacting differently to this statement.
Feng Yun’s expression unchanged, Fang Che still smiling; disdain flashed in Yan Beihan’s eyes, while Dongyun Yu’s face was full of mockery.
This is such utter nonsense.
Not blushing one bit.
If we hadn’t barged in this time, when have you ever shared?
Moreover, it requires the fortune of all sides to open, and you still have the gall to proclaim it as exclusively yours...
"The Yin Yang Realm appears only once every twelve hundred years, and I hope everyone seizes this rare opportunity," the Deity of the Sun said. "As the organizers, we will take thirty percent of the items obtained in the Yin Yang Realm, as the cost of entry."
"Also, please be cautious, for if you die here, you truly die."
"The rules of the Yin Yang Realm will be clear to you once you enter. Please strictly abide by the rules."
"This is both a trial and an adventure. Among you, there are allies, comrades, friends, and enemies. Upon entering, there will also be countless indigenous demon beasts from the Yin Yang Realm."
The Deity of the Sun said, "Good luck to you all."
He briefly explained, then ended.
Clearly.
Disciples from each sect are already well-versed in aspects like rules, thanks to the elders’ teachings, except for Fang Che, Feng Yun, Yan Beihan, and Duan Xiyang, who remain unaware.
And the Deity of the Sun intentionally doesn’t clarify the rules.
You go in, understand if you can, otherwise, you won’t.
That’s your concern, as you’ve already entered.
This is the sole trick the Heavenly Palace and Hell can play at the last moment so their disciples can hold an advantage.
But such a trick naturally induces a sense of ’disdain’ towards the Heavenly Palace and Hell from Fang Che, Feng Yun, and Yan Beihan.
Such pettiness!
No matter if it were the Guardian or Wei Wo Zheng Sect, they wouldn’t resort to such concealment if faced with the same situation.
Even against enemies, I’m clear and straightforward.
Victory or defeat, life or death, rely on one’s skills.
But to manipulate the rules secretly, what kind of hero or gentleman is that?
After a brief, almost dismissive explanation, the Deity of the Sun ceased speaking.
This signifies the introduction is complete.
Dongyun Yu muttered, "What a vile display, I was already confused, now after the explanation, my head’s in a muddle..."
"Just lie low once inside, don’t bother about too much."
Fang Che glared at him.
We’re about to go in, don’t stir trouble.
Dongyun Yu grumbled quietly, voice low.
"Just stirring the pot deliberately a moment ago, now you blame me for meddling... truly they permit the official to set fire but not the commoners to light lamps, barely escaping that stubborn man Jun He Fang Wu Zhibing, only to end up under a corrupt officer..."
Fang Che: "..."
Damn, he actually makes sense, how can I rebut this?
Looking around, although other sect disciples try keeping calm faces, their unease is apparent.
Evidently worried about entering the Yin Yang Realm.
After all, no matter how detailed their elders’ introductions were, it’s their first time entering the Yin Yang Realm.
Upstairs.
Feng Yunqi looked at Duan Xiyang with interest and said, "The Heavenly Palace and Hell conceal the rules, aren’t you going to comment?"
Duan Xiyang said flatly, "Now is not the time for additional complications. Moreover, those entering are crème de la crème, geniuses among geniuses; if they can’t adapt, then let them perish inside."
Then a murderous smile appeared on his face, "However, the actions of the Heavenly Palace and Hell plant seeds of disaster for them."
"Seeds of disaster?"
"Some Star Lords of the Heavenly Palace and Kings of Hell will lose members this time." Duan Xiyang’s voice was calm.
Feng Yunqi sighed, "You have such a strong inclination to kill."
Duan Xiyang coldly smiled, "I’ve embarked on the path of killing, no one in the world is beyond my reach! The inclination to kill is my essence."
Feng Yunqi rolled his eyes, pondering whether to ask: Your father too? Kill him? But considering saying this might provoke Duan Xiyang’s wrath, he wisely refrained.
Instead, he mumbled vaguely.
But Duan Xiyang still asked warily, "What did you say?"
"Nothing, I said you did the right thing."
Feng Yunqi enthusiastically invited, "Let’s play chess, let’s play chess!"
Duan Xiyang suspiciously stared at him without making a move, vaguely hearing this old rascal ask about my father? Perhaps I heard wrong...
...
In the midst of silence.
Eight Star Lords from the Heavenly Palace and two Kings along with six elders from Hell sat circling while practicing.
Slowly, a mysterious aura suddenly emerged in the sky above.
And in the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower, the collective Fortune Power from everyone entwined, forming an invisible circle of fortune that surged skyward, immediately captured by that mysterious aura above.
Then instantly converged, suddenly plummeted down.
On the platform in the center of the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower, there emerged a white and a black whirlwind, whistling as they circled and flew.
Sprinkles of starlight continuously fell from the whirlwinds, and the starlight within gradually increased, slowly becoming dazzling, turning the entire black and white whirlwind into twinkling stars.
It’s as if the galaxy in the sky was brought down here.
For a moment, everyone was dazed and entranced!
Especially the girls, whose eyes wouldn’t shift, their eyes filled with tiny stars, almost rivaling the light beams.
