Chapter 958: Chapter 236: Damn Dongyun Yu [Ten Thousand!] (4)
The harvest can be said to be extremely rich.
"Not even a single inner core or something?"
Yan Beihan transmitted his voice to Feng Yun.
"There are some." Feng Yun smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and transmitted his voice: "But in front of these sects, it’s not appropriate to expose too much."
"How many?" Yan Beihan was a bit curious.
Feng Yun was somewhat proud: "About more than a hundred, all inner cores of demon beasts that don’t exist outside. How about you?"
"About the same for me."
Yan Beihan replied calmly.
Over a hundred?
Hehe...
Thinking of the hundreds of thousands in his space ring, Feng Yun’s over a hundred were truly... Tsk, pathetic. And yet he was so smug about it...
From Yan Beihan’s understanding of Feng Yun, this guy would never speak the truth. Saying it’s over a hundred, but at the very least, it’s between four to five hundred to a thousand.
This point is beyond doubt, Feng Yun is just that kind of person.
But even if it’s a thousand... What does it even count for?
Over there, Yin Yunxiao noticed that after Yan Beihan spoke a few words, he ignored him, burning with anger.
I have a huge blood debt to settle with you, and you actually ignore me, what’s going on.
"Yan Beihan, do you think our Underworld fears your Wei Wo Zheng Sect?" Yin Yunxiao shouted angrily.
"People are ignoring you, why are you yelling?"
Shi Changjian frowned, with deep hatred in his eyes as he looked at Yin Yunxiao, and said slowly: "Do you feel better after a beating? Underworld Saint Child, you’re so cheap?"
Yin Yunxiao could hardly believe his ears, suddenly turned his head, looked at Shi Changjian, and asked word by word: "What did you say?"
Shi Changjian raised his head proudly, eyes filled with malice as he looked at Yin Yunxiao: "I said you, how cheap!"
Yin Yunxiao howled, suddenly black clouds spread, yin qi filled the air, ghost qi enveloped everything: "Shi Changjian, you asked for this, don’t blame me for disregarding the alliance sentiment."
Saying this, he slowly drew his long sword.
Not mentioning the ’alliance sentiment’ was better for Yin Yunxiao.
But once he mentioned it, Shi Changjian immediately felt the burning pain in his chest and organs, recalling those familiar faces dying right before him, scenes of blood spreading everywhere.
It was simply heart-wrenching!
Shi Changjian let out a furious roar, a sharp cry, drew his sword with a ’clang’: "Yin Yunxiao, talking nonsense! Who’s allied with you! You bastard, you even dare to mention the word alliance!"
Yin Yunxiao was incensed, "I’m just having a spat with Yan Beihan, haven’t even vented my anger yet, what does this have to do with Qingming Palace?"
"Why are you suddenly standing out trying to act important, Shi Changjian?"
"So eager to cling to the thigh of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"
"Since you’re so eager to be the dutiful follower of Wei Wo Zheng Sect... Hehe, kill!"
His body floated up, sword qi was overwhelming, ghost qi was chilling.
And Shi Changjian similarly had his sword light flashing, slicing through the air eagerly, almost more impatiently charging than Yin Yunxiao.
The two black-clad figures clashed, tumbling and fighting as one in the field.
Black qi billowed.
Qingming Energy and ghost qi intertwined, both were outstanding talents of their respective sects, their cultivation evenly matched in the Yin Yang Realm, instantly engaging in a life and death struggle.
On the mountain.
Fang Che remarked timely: "This senior brother of Qingming Palace is truly remarkable. So bold to confront Yin Yunxiao head-on. His temperament truly matches the name of Qingming."
The speaker was intentional, the listener was attentive.
The disciples of the Netherworld Palace around wore complicated expressions.
Yes, the senior brother of Qingming Palace avenged his fellow disciples by confronting the Underworld Saint Child Yin Yunxiao head-on.
What about us?
One by one, they discreetly glanced at Lan Xinxue.
Lan Xinxue wore a bewildered expression, in a daze: "Brother Fang, what should I do?"
Still pretending to be a pitiable little girl.
Lan Xinxue’s tea art could be considered to have reached the pinnacle.
Her disguise was also adequate.
But at this moment, when all the disciples of the Netherworld Palace needed someone to lead, Lan Xinxue’s act was wholly counterproductive.
Everyone’s gaze was filled with disappointment and a hint of disdain.
They all hoped you would step up to lead.
Instead, you’re still displaying your charming seduction, acting all lost.
Who are you performing for?
Just like in times of national crisis, people want to see heroes who can turn the tide, the resolute and steely military, the invincible iron army, not a gracefully dancing star.
It’s the same principle.
You can dance well, your singing might be captivating, and in peaceful times you’ll naturally be adored, but in these perilous times, what use is it? Get caught by the enemy to continue dancing?
Ordinarily, everyone would protect you, care for you, pamper you, indulge you.
But now, what’s the time?
When they need you to shout ’everyone follow me to defeat them’, you’re softly crying ’oh, I’m so scared...’
No need to mention how the disciples of the Netherworld Palace feel like they were made fools of.
Fang Che cleared his throat and said: "Junior sister, this is your Netherworld Palace’s matter, how can I, an outsider, make decisions for you?"
Lan Xinxue’s heart stirred.
In an instant, she realized she had made a mistake.
Now was not the time for coquettishness. Seeing the gaze of the surrounding peers, she knew she used the wrong approach.
She smiled gently and said: "Brother Fang is well-informed, little sister couldn’t help but to seek advice."
Then she turned to the fellow disciples and said: "Since even the Qingming Palace dares, are we Netherworld Palace weaker than them? Let’s all go and settle accounts with Yin Yunxiao."
