If Ye Feng continued to lack ambition and degenerate like this…
What use would Li Changfeng have for this Golden Finger?
“It seems I need to encourage Ye Feng and make him become that Honey Badger again!” Li Changfeng secretly made up his mind.
At the same time, his Golden Finger released a mission to encourage Ye Feng.
But just then, a flash of blood-red light streaked by.
Taking advantage of Li Changfeng’s momentary distraction, Shasheng’s dagger struck at him from an unbelievable angle.
The surrounding Moon Shadow Sect disciples all panicked, wanting to rush forward and help.
But a figure suddenly blocked their path.
It was Ye Feng!
“All of you, stop!” Ye Feng’s thunderous shout stunned the Moon Shadow Sect disciples.
He then spoke with a solemn expression.
“Do you have so little faith in Senior Brother?” “Senior Brother must be deliberately revealing a flaw to lure the enemy in before delivering a fatal blow!” The Moon Shadow Sect disciples were stunned for a moment, then came to a sudden realization and relaxed.
At that critical moment, Li Changfeng exerted all his strength, shifting his body just in time to dodge the dagger aimed at his Dantian.
But Shasheng twisted his dagger, and it still slashed across Li Changfeng’s arm.
Puchi!
“Hmph!” Fresh blood spurted out.
Li Changfeng grunted in pain, and his evasive movements couldn’t help but slow down a bit.
“Ye, Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother is injured!” A sober-minded disciple pointed at Li Changfeng’s arm and spoke anxiously.
However, Ye Feng glanced at him with disdain and explained.
“You ignorant fool!” “Some profound secret techniques require blood as a catalyst.
What do you know!” “Perhaps Senior Brother is charging up a ultimate move!
If we rush in to help, we might get accidentally injured by him.” The Moon Shadow Sect Inner Disciple who had spoken nodded, half-understanding.
Seeing Ye Feng’s contemptuous expression, he didn’t dare to speak up again.
He didn’t want to be scolded by Ye Feng again.
But in less than a moment, Li Changfeng, affected by his injuries, sustained several more wounds.
His entire body, like a blood gourd, looked utterly miserable.
Li Changfeng could no longer care about his pride.
He hurriedly roared at the Ye Clan members and Moon Shadow Sect disciples behind him.
“Still not making a move?” “Are you all going to watch me get killed by this Great Han assassin?” The Ye Clan members didn’t hesitate.
Led by Ye Nanshan, they charged toward Shasheng.
And the Moon Shadow Sect disciples all looked towards Ye Feng.
Seeing this, Ye Feng’s face didn’t flush and his heart didn’t pound; instead, he shook his head helplessly and spoke.
“Senior Brother is really suffering for the sake of his pride!
He should have just said he couldn’t hold on!” With that, he waved his hand directly!
“Go!” Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Li Changfeng nearly died on the spot from anger.
As rage surged through him, he was sent flying several meters by a palm strike from Shasheng, collapsing to the ground and fainting instantly.
The other disciples then unleashed their martial techniques, blocking Shasheng’s path.
“What a pity!” A trace of unwillingness flashed through Ye Feng’s mind as he quietly retreated to the back of the crowd.
If he had delayed a little longer, Shasheng might have been able to finish off Li Changfeng.
Li Changfeng, a Reborn, was completely different from Zhou Changshu, a Transmigrator.
Not only was he difficult to deceive, but he also carried the hatred from his past life against Ye Feng.
Ye Feng didn’t think for a moment that he could persuade the other man to back down.
Killing him was naturally the best option.
But Li Changfeng still had a Golden Finger, so Ye Feng didn’t dare to act personally.
What if the Golden Finger chose mutual destruction when Li Changfeng died?
Wouldn’t he be instantly screwed?
“Junior Brother Ye, borrowing a knife to kill—what a clever move!” And just at this moment, a sweet voice suddenly rang out beside Ye Feng’s ear.
Startled, Ye Feng hurriedly looked behind him.
He saw Yue Wu, dressed in white, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time, staring at him with a beaming smile.
“I don’t understand what Senior Sister is talking about!” Ye Feng shook his head, flatly denying it, then pointed to the chaotic battlefield ahead and spoke.
“If Senior Sister doesn’t intervene soon, I’m afraid the Moon Shadow Sect disciples will start suffering casualties!” Glancing at the Moon Shadow Sect disciples who were losing ground on the battlefield, Yue Wu showed no intention of intervening.
Instead, her face filled with grievance, her voice tinged with a sob as she spoke pitifully.
“Junior Brother Ye Feng, do you really hate me that much?” “What exactly do you hate about me?
Can’t I just change?” Ye Feng didn’t need to think to know this must be a mission given to Yue Wu by her Golden Finger: to seduce him.
If his willpower wavered even slightly, or if he showed a shred of pity, Yue Wu would drain a significant amount of his Luck.
Once his Luck was completely depleted, he would lose the protection of the Heavenly Dao and be at the mercy of others.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng glanced at Yue Wu and spoke with a completely serious expression.
“Senior Sister, forgive my bluntness, but there isn’t a single thing about you that I like!” “How about we skip the changing part and you just reincarnate?
It’ll save time and effort.” Seeing the smile on Ye Feng’s face, Yue Wu clenched her fists, her body trembling with rage.
“Hmph, I’m going to help!” With a cold snort, Yue Wu shot forward like a bolt of lightning, charging directly at Shasheng.
She worried that if she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t be able to resist attacking Ye Feng.
Fueled by her anger, the innocent Shasheng became Yue Wu’s punching bag.
Yue Wu didn’t even use any martial techniques; her longsword swung wide and open, directly targeting Shasheng.
With the coordination of the Moon Shadow Sect disciples, Yue Wu, despite being only at the Early-stage Martial Spirit Realm, managed to push Shasheng back step by step.
But just as everyone thought Shasheng’s defeat was certain, figures in black suddenly appeared nearby, charging without hesitation toward the Great Qin forces.
These were the hundred Secret Agents of the Great Han Imperial Dynasty.
In an instant, the Ye Clan’s courtyard erupted with deafening battle cries, and blood flowed like rivers.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng had already made his way to the roof of the small building, even exchanging for a handful of sunflower seeds and peanuts, settling in as a spectator.
As for intervening?
Ye Feng couldn’t be bothered with anything that didn’t offer him benefits.
Although the Great Han Secret Agents’ sudden appearance initially caught the Ye Clan and Moon Shadow Sect disciples off guard, as more and more experts from surrounding families arrived to reinforce them, the scales of victory gradually tipped in favor of Great Qin.
Shasheng’s face was filled with fury.
The fact that he couldn’t even find Ye Feng on the battlefield made him feel utterly unwilling to accept defeat.
Compared to death, what he cared about more was that he had unexpectedly failed to complete Empress Regnant Yaoguang’s mission.
“It’s all this guy’s fault!” Shasheng glared at Li Changfeng, who lay unconscious nearby, his eyes blazing with fury.
Since death was inevitable, he had to take this instigator down with him.
But every time Shasheng tried to charge forward and kill Li Changfeng, Great Qin Martial Artists blocked his path.
As time passed, the wounds on Shasheng’s body multiplied.
The Spiritual Energy in his Dantian was nearly depleted!
At this moment, Shasheng fell into complete despair.
“Useless!
You were so close to killing Li Changfeng, how did you get pushed back again?
A Late-stage Martial General, you say?
You’re nothing.” Ye Feng watched anxiously from the rooftop.
But just then, a calm voice suddenly sounded in Ye Feng’s ear.
“Little brother, in your opinion, who will win this drama—Great Qin or Great Han?” At that moment, a middle-aged man in green robes with an ordinary appearance had appeared beside Ye Feng without him noticing, asking in a deep voice.
Ye Feng was inwardly terrified; a living person had appeared right next to him, and he hadn’t sensed a thing.
However, when he viewed the man’s information through the Lying Flat System, a flash of understanding instantly crossed Ye Feng’s face.
“So, it’s this guy!” “I don’t care who wins.
What’s it to me?” Ye Feng, paying no mind to the other man, spoke nonchalantly.
The reason he dared to be so dismissive of this person was entirely due to his knowledge of him.
This man’s name was Qingyi, a Martial King Realm expert.
In the original novel, Qingyi was a Formation Master from the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.
However, this person was quite peculiar; not only did he lack any offensive techniques outside of formations, but even among the formations he specialized in, he only knew a single Confinement Formation.
Although later on, Qingyi could deploy his Confinement Formation to trap experts a full major realm above his own, this bizarre combat outcome—where every fight ended in a stalemate—earned him a special nickname.
Fifty-Fifty!
From Martial Emperors down to Martial Artists, anyone who encountered Qingyi and didn’t know how to break formations would find themselves in a situation where neither could defeat the other.
Therefore, Ye Feng wasn’t afraid of him at all ****** Read the entire novel + more than 20 other completed novels (Korean,