"I'll go in and look for it myself." Qi Yu took a deep breath, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. He summoned his sword and prepared to fly up.
"How dare you! The Weapon Refining Pavilion is not a place for you to run wild." The servant had already sounded the alarm. Although the steward was also frightened when he saw Qi Yu, he secretly thought that they were all respectable people. Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, Qi Yu's eyes narrowed and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the Weapon Refining Pavilion. I am only looking for Feng Yuxuan!"
The Equipment Refining Pavilion has finally found a good seedling, so how could it be intercepted midway? Naturally, they don't want that.
The manager couldn't convince Qi Yu, so he immediately called for thugs with a cold face.
The disciples of the Equipment Refining Pavilion generally have low cultivation levels, but because all major forces need their help in refining magical weapons, many people are willing to give them face and protect them in exchange for magical weapons.
Several burly monks rushed forward and immediately surrounded Qi Yu, as if they wanted to trap him to death.
The manager was about to raise his hand when Qi Yu drew his sword. A powerful sword intent spread out like countless small swords. The thugs who had not yet gotten ready were like being pierced by thousands of swords. Their weapons fell to the ground with a clang. They rolled around on the ground in pain, but they couldn't tell where the pain was!
It felt like countless swords were scraping my flesh and blood, the pain was unbearable!
Seeing their miserable appearance, Qi Yu's eyes flashed with the scene of Cheng Ye, in tattered clothes, abandoned helplessly in the deserted back mountains, his cultivation declining, and even giving birth to inner demons. He was filled with murderous intent.
"Zeng——" the long sword flipped, the momentum was like a rainbow, in an instant a violent storm arose, the grass and trees were uprooted, screams were endless, and from time to time one unconscious person after another flew out from the center.
The tornado blew straight from the entrance of the Refining Pavilion to the hill where Feng Yuxuan was. Wherever it passed, it was like a swarm of locusts, even turning up the ground. Thousands of years old ancient trees were cut in half, and countless deep pits were smashed into the ground.
"Qi Yu!"
In the chaos, Qi Yu could not see or hear anything. He only knew: he had to get an explanation.
Not for myself, but for Cheng Ye.
Why did it have to be him, suffering so much?
Why Feng Yuxuan!
He must be given back, compensated, and Feng Yuxuan must pay several times the price he got from cheating!
Feng Yuxuan had been paying attention to the situation here. When he learned that Qi Yu had gone crazy, he was completely terrified. His sweaty hair stuck tightly to his pale face. Feng Yuxuan huddled in the corner of the weapon refining workshop, shivering while hugging his furnace, trying to hide himself completely in the black shadows.
"Qi, Qi Yu? I..." The moment Feng Yuxuan saw Qi Yu, the strings in his mind immediately broke.
Qi Yu's eyes were red with anger. He had originally wanted an explanation, but the moment he saw Feng Yuxuan, his mind was in a mess. He could only think that this was the culprit for Cheng Ye's current frail state. If Feng Yuxuan hadn't been impersonating him, he and Cheng Ye wouldn't have missed each other for so long, and he wouldn't have been disliked by Cheng Ye. Lovers turned enemies!
Warm, bright red blood splashed on his body and face. Qi Yu felt a surge of pleasure of revenge in his heart. He even wanted to tear Feng Yuxuan into pieces, grind his bones and scatter his ashes, and make him completely lose his soul.
Qi Xiu knew nothing. He seemed to hear his father's voice vaguely, but before he could react, he felt a dull pain in his head and passed out.
Soon, Qi Yu woke up slowly, still holding the sword tightly in his hand. The moment he opened his eyes, a sword energy surged, and half of the bed collapsed.
Qi Jingsheng stood at the dusty doorway, glaring at Qi Yu with a look of disappointment: "Why, haven't you had enough of the trouble at the Refining Pavilion? Are you planning to come over to your house too?"
The hot blood in his head had gradually cooled down. Qi Yu took a deep breath, immediately got out of bed, bowed and said, "Father."
Qi Yu had gradually calmed down by this time, but his face was still full of indignation: "My son and Feng Yuxuan have an irreconcilable feud!"
"...Feng Yuxuan?" Qi Jingsheng frowned, thinking the name sounded familiar. After thinking for a while, he suddenly cursed, "A few days ago, you asked me to merge your nationality with him. It's only been a few days. Even if you don't like him anymore, you don't have to kill him to silence him."
Qi Yu couldn't explain the reason. He said with a cold face, "No, he's not the one I want to marry into."
"He deceived his son." Qi Yu's cheeks flushed suddenly when he thought of Cheng Ye. Then he thought of how Feng Yuxuan had played him around. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Don't worry, father. I will handle this matter properly."
"...If what you mean by properly is challenging the Weapon Refining Pavilion with a single sword strike, then I'm really worried. How could they be so affectionate just two days ago, and now they're going to draw their swords against each other?" Qi Jingsheng felt that he had fallen behind the thinking of today's young people. He glared at his good-for-nothing son, but the latter remained silent. He held his breath and swung his sleeves, saying, "Whatever you want!"
Qi Yu has always had a good reputation outside and is also a child who knows his limits. Although he said this, he was not really worried in his heart. However, he was still so angry that his heart ached, and he turned around and walked out.
Before the door opened, Qi Jingsheng took a deep breath and turned around, staring at Qi Yu with narrowed eyes: "What about your marriage with Feng Yuxuan?"
Qi Yu's handsome face darkened in an instant. Qi Jingsheng warned him in advance: "The marriage can be cancelled, but Feng Yuxuan is not allowed to be touched!"
Not only their Wentian Sect, but many sects in the entire Northern Continent are looking to the Weapon Refining Pavilion to obtain the best magical weapons. Offending the Weapon Refining Pavilion is equivalent to indirectly offending the entire Northern Continent.
"he……"
"No matter what he does, even if he rapes you, you have to endure it!" Qi Jingsheng snorted coldly, kicked the door open and left, leaving Qi Yu staring at him behind, his face flushed with anger.
Although he said he was in seclusion, Cheng Ye himself did not know how to practice cultivation. His cultivation skills were all from the original owner, and 666 could control his body to use them when needed. The cultivation was also operated by 666 in the background, so he was so bored in the small dark room that he almost grew hair. He watched one movie after another, and they were all long novels.
666 complained, "You've almost used up all the money in my account."
Cheng Ye: "...How is that possible? Didn't you just top up last time?"
666 rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you see how long you've been in seclusion? It's time to come out, right? And since you have time to watch, why don't you just watch the plot? Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in a hundred battles, right?"
Cheng Ye disagreed: "Plans don't change as fast as they do. All I know is that my mission in this world is to torture Feng Yuxuan to death."
666: “…” Big Leaf is becoming more and more simple and crude, but… I really like it!
In his spare time, Cheng Ye would also look at Qi Yu, and his mood would not be good at all after looking at him.
"So what even if he chooses the Equipment Refining Pavilion now? After all, who does Qi Yu like? Doesn't this kid really have a chick complex?" He rolled his eyes, thinking that Qi Yu might be even more deserving of a beating than Feng Yuxuan.
666 shook his head. "I remember watching a TV series before. The heroine was very unprincipled. At first, because she heard the sound of a flute like the sound of nature, she wanted to know the person who played the flute very much. Later, by chance, they met, and she started the road of chasing the boy. But - the plot is so bloody. The flute player was actually the brother of the person she knew. In the end, the person fell in love with her, but she felt that she actually loved his brother. The whole plot was a mess. I still don’t know who she likes. Daye, you..." 666 was a little worried. After all, Cheng Ye had just experienced an unhappy relationship. "You like him, you know it clearly. You didn’t do it. If he knows the truth, will he like you again?"
Cheng Ye rolled his eyes: "I'm not blind. Falling for a fool like this who can't even figure out who he's sleeping with is more unbearable than falling in love with a white lotus."
666 exhaled: "I feel relieved now."
"..." What do you have to be assured of? You act like an old father!
"By the way, where is the kid we rescued before? I remember he had a lot of wounds on his body. Can he be saved?" Cheng Ye took out a bright red tomato out of thin air, rubbed it on his clothes, and took a bite.
It was juicy, sweet and very refreshing. His mouth was full of red threads. He looked very embarrassed, but 666 thought it looked beautiful and cute.
666 casually played a video. The little boy on the screen was sitting cross-legged practicing martial arts, but something went wrong. Heat was steaming all over his body, his sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead, and big drops of sweat were dripping onto the ground, even splashing water.
His tightly closed eyes seemed to be about to open, but they seemed to be stuck with glue. His facial features were distorted to such a hideous state that he couldn't open them.
Suddenly, the child struggled a little harder and heard a tinkling sound. Cheng Ye then noticed that the child was sitting in the middle of a pile of bottles and jars. The bottle that looked like it contained the elixir for cultivation that he had given him before.
Cheng Ye: "..." He planned to go into seclusion for ten years, so he gave the child ten years' supply at once. There should be almost five years' supply here.
How much did you eat?
Cheng Ye was startled and stood up. He casually grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his hands: "What's wrong with him? Is he possessed?"
"It seems so. He has a lot of hidden injuries, and he often eats strange things in the mountains. So it's easy for the spiritual energy to go wrong in the meridians, especially since he is a little impatient."
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes, packed up his things and prepared to leave: "You will really cause me trouble."
"Ugh—" It was like falling into magma, the heat directly burned his bones. When the child was in so much pain that he could hardly feel his own existence, his body was suddenly thrown into an ice cellar. The biting cold was like a boning knife, digging at his flesh and blood bit by bit.
The extremes of ice and fire made the child's consciousness gradually blurred, and he even thought that he might as well die, as death would bring him complete relief.
But just as the ants were gnawing at his flesh and he could clearly feel his flesh melting into blood bit by bit, a warm and soft hand touched his face, bringing with it the refreshing fragrance of the mountains. The child's nose twitched, and he felt a little greedy for such warmth and smell, and for a moment he didn't want to die anymore.
The crisp sweetness slid down the throat, like a timely rain falling on a desert that had been dry for tens of thousands of years. After the stinging burning pain, there was a cool and refreshing feeling.
"woke up?"
When the child woke up, he saw Cheng Ye looking at him with a sour face. He was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you in seclusion?" Then he was ecstatic and almost sat up excitedly. "You're out? Is your injury healed?"
"You're asking me if I'm healed?" Cheng Ye rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "What's wrong with you? I've only been away for a few days, and you've already gotten yourself into this state?"
Cheng Ye had already performed the cleansing technique, but the child's face was pale, and even his lips were bluish pale. He was obviously just thin and weak before, but now he was completely in a dying state.
The child suddenly realized that he was practicing martial arts before he fainted, and seemed to have gone crazy. He immediately asked nervously: "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"...With your mediocre kung fu, you can really hurt me?" Cheng Ye didn't mean to discourage the child, but the child had never received any systematic teaching, so his foundation was zero.
The reason why he can circulate spiritual energy in his body is because he has eaten a lot of spiritual fruits. A novice cultivator like this can be easily knocked down by even the outer disciples who have just entered the mountain and are guarding the gate!
"Oh, you can't do it by yourself like this. What do you want to learn? Refining weapons and elixirs or something else? I'll find someone to teach you." Cheng Ye didn't blame the child, but blamed himself for not thinking it through. He knew that the child didn't understand but still forgot to explain it clearly.
The child was embarrassed, but his eyes sparkled: "Is it okay? Will it be troublesome?"
Cheng Ye laughed and said proudly, "I'm not bragging, even if you want to become a sword cultivator, I can find the best teacher for you!"
"Really?" When the child thought of the Feng family's respectful and even servile attitude towards Master Qi, he couldn't help but fantasize in his heart - if he could become as powerful as Qi Yu, would no one bully him? Would he be able to teach Feng Yuyan a lesson and avenge himself?
"..." Seeing the uncontrollable urgency on the child's face, Cheng Ye swallowed his saliva, "Forget it, it's okay if I say it's okay, but you have to think it over carefully. Sword cultivation requires the path of killing, and you are still just a child now - that's right, everyone starts practicing from childhood." Cheng Ye paused and said earnestly, "Don't let a momentary anger make you responsible for your future!"
The child nodded solemnly: "Yes, I know, but - I still want to learn sword!"
Cheng Ye shrugged: "Of course, you want to go--?" He was deliberately vague, but the child obviously understood and was a little confused by his attitude. However, he also saw that Cheng Ye did not like Qi Yu. He even remembered the words that the Qi and Cheng families were irreconcilable, so he subconsciously shook his head: "No, it is not necessary to go to the Cangyun Sect to learn swordsmanship. After I comprehend the sword spirit, I will definitely make up for my shortcomings with hard work!"
Cheng Ye patted the child's shoulder: "Don't try too hard, just work hard!"
"Oh right!" Cheng Ye suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked the child's name. "What's your name? I'll ask them to make a name card for you!"
"I..." The child suddenly lowered his head and stammered for a long time, "I don't have a name."
He has been an orphan since he was young. People in the Feng family only call him "little bastard" and "dirty thing". Where did he get the name from?
Cheng Ye saw his embarrassment and said, "Just call me Cheng Xi. You have the same surname as me, Cheng, and Xi means dawn." Cheng Ye lowered his head and rested his forehead against Cheng Xi's. "From now on, it will be daytime."
A warm feeling flowed through his heart. Cheng Xi didn't know if this was the feeling of his name being recognized by the heaven, but no matter what the feeling was, he felt very comfortable at the moment.
Child——Cheng Xi closed his eyes, and even wished that time would stop at this moment.
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