Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Merging Swords_1
Su Xingyue felt thwarted but did not get angry, obediently sitting to one side.
She stealthily glanced at her brother-in-law’s side profile, silently envying her sister.
She wondered when she herself would find such an outstanding other half.
The moment they arrived home, Ye Fei immediately surveyed the surroundings.
The nearly dozen covert watchers were all sent by the Ministry of War.
Small stall owners, the fruit shop’s boss, and a group of people playing chess by the roadside—they all cast occasional glances towards Ye Fei’s house.
It seemed that last time’s incident had made them extremely vigilant.
Wang Jianglong showed up at the doorstep of Ye Fei’s house, obviously having waited for quite some time.
"Are you done with your business? It’s time to leave,"
the Qi Yuan Competition was, after all, inevitable.
Ye Fei replied, "Let me settle a few things with my family, and I’ll be ready to go."
Su Yueru was spirited and confident; there was nothing to worry about.
As long as the current business of the Su Family could maintain its course, plus the effect of the Beauty Enhancement Pill given by Ye Fei, it was bound to improve.
After putting his family matters in order, Ye Fei then set off with Wang Jianglong.
This time, the Qi Yuan Competition took place in Canglang State; they needed to take a plane to get there.
On the plane, Wang Jianglong was obviously worried for Ye Fei.
"Your first opponent is Wang Yang; he’s from the Shenyou Palace..."
"No need to worry,"
Ye Fei interrupted Wang Jianglong, resting with his eyes closed.
Wang Jianglong, having a belly full of words, could only continue to hold them back.
As the eldest son of the Wang Family, Wang Yang naturally knew of his younger brother being crippled and the extermination of the Wang Family.
Yi Wujie’s power was immense, and by aligning with several parties and internal friends from the Ancient Martial Arts Association, he pressed down the matter.
But that did not mean that Wang Yang would go easy in the competition.
One must know that he came from the strongest sect in the thirty-six southern states, Shenyou Palace.
All who emerged from there were formidable beings.
Wang Jianglong couldn’t help but worry for Ye Fei.
When the plane arrived in Canglang State, the weather grew cooler, but the number of people increased.
All around were important, bustling officials of high rank.
All the upper class had come for the Qi Yuan Competition.
This Qi Yuan Competition was not just a widely anticipated competition.
It was also a form of war without smoke, between the different states.
"Ye Fei, Han Guang and Luo Qiuyu are already waiting for you at the hotel—let’s go have a meal before heading over,"
Ye Fei, after musing for a moment, replied, "I’ve got some things to take care of, I’ll find you guys later."
Wang Jianglong looked stunned, but he did not stop him, only reminding to be mindful of the time.
After leaving the airport, Ye Fei casually checked into a guesthouse.
He turned on the computer and entered a series of passwords to access the Ancient Martial Arts Association’s network.
In his view,
a video.
On the screen, a young man’s face was contorted in a fierce howl.
Wang Yang!
One could see him dressed in the distinctive white battle robe of Shenyou Palace, brimming with fury.
"Ye Fei, I have an irreconcilable enmity with him!"
"A mere son-in-law from a secular family dares to shamelessly participate in the Qi Yuan Competition—ridiculous!"
"At that time, I’ll make sure he finds no place for his corpse!"
The rage on Wang Yang’s face was evident to anyone.
He did not mention the Wang Family’s affair, for he dared not.
Yet, he was confident he could kill Ye Fei.
However, Ye Fei was utterly disdainful.
Afterward, Ye Fei took out the piece of meteoric iron filled with ancient sword intent given by Yi Wujie.
Ye Fei felt that this sword intent originated from Earth.
Yet it was found on a piece of meteorite from beyond the stars.
Baffling.
Could it have come from an ancient powerful being who ascended beyond, and with a single sword strike brought down a meteor?
Immediately, Ye Fei took out the Evil-Slaying Sword.
This sword now had a weakened spirit, flickering in and out of existence.
If he could infuse the sword intent from the meteoric iron into it, perhaps it would regain its vitality!
The Primordial Technique.
Flame from the palm!
Whoosh!
A cyan-white flame rose from Ye Fei’s palm, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Is this the extent of my flame? I’m really pathetically weak now,"
Ye Fei mocked himself and, without further hesitation, placed the meteoric iron in the palm flame.
The meteoric iron slowly began to melt.
And that terrifying sword intent surged out immediately.
For a moment, the sword intent and the Evil-Slaying Sword touched one another.
Boom!
An ancient and intense aura surged forth, heading straight for Ye Fei.
"How intense!"
The Evil-Slaying Sword was buzzing, clearly incompatible with this sword intent.
Ye Fei frowned deeply. "Why?"
The Evil-Slaying Sword, a sword that vanquishes evil.
Could this sword intent... come from an ancient evil entity?
Suddenly, Ye Fei raised his eyebrows.
"Just a sword, and you think to defy me?"
He immediately took the sword in his left hand and slowly approached the sword intent.
In that instant, the reaction grew even more violent.
The Evil-Slaying Sword instantly sprouted long spikes from the hilt, piercing through Ye Fei’s palm, causing blood to flow immediately.
However, Ye Fei roared, unmoved by the pain.
If he couldn’t subdue a mere sword, how would he achieve great things?
"Merge!"
With a thunderous shout, it echoed to the heavens.
In an instant, the wind and clouds transformed, and the entire room was filled with light.
The space buzzed with noise, and time seemed to lose its meaning.
Finally.
After a moment,
the Evil-Slaying Sword retracted its spikes, returning to tranquility.
The sword had changed in appearance.
From hilt to tip, it was divided into two halves, black and white distinguished.
Good and evil, in harmony.
Ye Fei smiled softly, holding the longsword, scrutinizing it closely.
But when he gripped the hilt tightly, he felt a tremendous suction force surge toward him.
His Spiritual Power was actually being absorbed by the longsword.
How domineering!
Ye Fei snorted coldly, then laughed loudly.
"You think you can overpower me?"
With that, he exerted a bit of force, and the True Qi was wrested back.
