If Ye Feng continued to be so unmotivated and kept sinking like this, then what was the point of Li Changfeng’s golden finger?
“Looks like I need to give Ye Feng some encouragement to make him become that honey badger again!” Li Changfeng made up his mind silently.
At the same time, his golden finger issued a mission—to encourage Ye Feng.
But just then, a flash of blood streaked through the air.
While Li Changfeng was distracted, Shasheng’s dagger suddenly slashed toward him from an impossible angle.
All the disciples of the Moonshade Sect nearby panicked, wanting to rush forward to help. But a figure suddenly blocked their path.
It was Ye Feng!
“Everyone, stop!” Ye Feng shouted, stunning the Moonshade Sect disciples. Then, with a serious expression, he said, “Do you all not trust Senior Brother?”
“Senior Brother must’ve deliberately shown a weakness to lure the enemy in deeper before unleashing a fatal blow!”
The disciples were stunned, then suddenly realized, and relaxed.
In the nick of time, Li Changfeng gave it his all to shift his body and narrowly dodged the dagger aimed at his dantian.
But with a twist of the blade, Shasheng still slashed across Li Changfeng’s arm.
“Pfft!”
Blood gushed out as Li Changfeng grunted in pain, his dodging movement slowing down.
“Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother is injured!” One of the more clear-headed disciples pointed at Li Changfeng’s arm and shouted anxiously.
Ye Feng, however, just cast a scornful glance at him and said, “Ignorant fool!”
“Some profound secret techniques require blood as a medium. What would you know! For all we know, Senior Brother is charging up for a powerful move. If we rush in to help, we might get hit by mistake.”
The inner disciple who spoke nodded half-understandingly. Seeing Ye Feng’s disdainful expression, he didn’t dare say another word, fearing another scolding.
But within moments, due to the injuries, more wounds appeared on Li Changfeng’s body. He looked like a blood-soaked gourd, utterly miserable.
Li Changfeng could no longer save face. He shouted furiously toward the Ye Family and the Moonshade Sect disciples behind him, “Still not making a move?! Are you all going to watch me get killed by a Han assassin?”
The Ye Family didn’t hesitate.
Under Ye Nanshan’s lead, they charged at Shasheng.
Meanwhile, the Moonshade Sect disciples all looked to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng, calm as ever, shrugged and said, “Senior Brother really does care too much about saving face. If you couldn’t hold on, you should’ve just said so earlier.”
Then he waved his hand. “Go.”
Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Li Changfeng nearly died from anger on the spot. The rage overwhelmed him, and Shasheng sent him flying several meters with a single palm strike. He landed hard and passed out.
“What a pity.” Ye Feng, who had quietly slipped to the back of the crowd, had a flash of regret in his heart.
If they had delayed just a bit longer, Shasheng might have finished off Li Changfeng.
Li Changfeng, a reincarnator, was totally different from a transmigrator like Zhou Changshu.
Not only was he hard to fool, he carried hatred from a previous life. Ye Feng didn’t believe he could talk Li Changfeng down. If he could kill him, that would’ve been ideal.
But since Li Changfeng had a golden finger, Ye Feng didn’t dare make a move himself. If the golden finger chose to self-destruct along with Li Changfeng, wouldn’t he be done for too?
“Junior Brother Ye, using someone else to kill your enemy—what a clever trick.” Just then, a sweet voice whispered into Ye Feng’s ear.
Ye Feng’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around.
Yue Wu, dressed in white, had somehow appeared behind him. She stood there smiling warmly at him.
“I don’t understand what you mean, Senior Sister!” Ye Feng shook his head, denying everything. Then he pointed to the battlefield ahead and said, “Senior Sister, if you don’t take action soon, I’m afraid some of our Moonshade Sect disciples are going to get hurt.”
Glancing at the battlefield where Moonshade Sect disciples were losing ground, Yue Wu showed no sign of moving. Instead, her expression grew pitiful, her voice trembling as if about to cry.
“Junior Brother Ye, do you hate me that much? What do you hate about me? I’ll change, okay?”
Ye Feng didn’t even have to think—this was definitely a mission from Yue Wu’s golden finger, trying to seduce him. If he were even a little soft-hearted, she’d rob him of a good chunk of his fate.
Once his fate value was gone, he’d lose Heavenly Dao Daddy’s protection and be left at everyone’s mercy.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng looked Yue Wu up and down and said seriously, “Senior Sister, no offense, but there’s absolutely nothing about you that I like.”
“How about… don’t bother changing. Just reincarnate—it’ll save time and effort.”
Yue Wu saw the smile on Ye Feng’s face, and her fists clenched tightly. She trembled all over from rage.
“Hmph, I’m going to help!” She snorted coldly, then shot toward Shasheng like lightning.
She feared that if she stayed any longer, she’d lose control and attack Ye Feng instead.
Fueled by anger, Shasheng instantly became Yue Wu’s punching bag.
Without even using martial techniques, she swung her longsword wildly, directly attacking Shasheng.
With the help of the Moonshade Sect disciples, she actually drove Shasheng—who was in the late stage Martial General Realm—into retreat with just her early-stage Martial Spirit Realm cultivation.
But just when everyone thought Shasheng was doomed, dozens of black-clad figures suddenly appeared nearby and launched an attack on the Great Qin side without hesitation. They were the hidden agents of the Great Han Empire.
In an instant, the Ye Family erupted in battle cries, and blood flowed everywhere.
Ye Feng had already made his way to the rooftop of a small building, munching on sunflower seeds and peanuts, playing the role of a casual spectator.
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If there were no benefits, Ye Feng wouldn’t bother.
Although the Han assassins initially caught the Ye Family and Moonshade Sect disciples off guard, as more experts from nearby families arrived to assist, the tide of battle began tilting in favor of the Great Qin side.
Shasheng’s face was full of fury.
Not seeing Ye Feng anywhere on the battlefield made his anger burn even more.
More than death, what frustrated him most was failing to complete the mission given by the Female Emperor Yaoguang.
“It’s all that bastard’s fault!” Shasheng glared at the unconscious Li Changfeng not far away, eyes filled with rage.
If he was doomed to die, then he had to take down the one who started all this.
But each time he tried to charge forward and kill Li Changfeng, Great Qin martial artists would block his path.
As time passed, the wounds on his body increased. The spiritual Qi in his dantian was almost depleted.
Now, Shasheng was completely hopeless.
“Useless. Just a little more and you could’ve killed Li Changfeng. What’s the point of a late-stage Martial General if this is all you’ve got?” Ye Feng muttered anxiously from the rooftop.
But just then, a calm voice sounded next to his ear.
“Little brother, tell me—who do you think will win this battle? Great Qin or Great Han?”
A man in a green robe with an ordinary face had somehow appeared beside Ye Feng. He asked in a low voice.
Ye Feng was startled.
A living person appeared right next to him, and he hadn’t noticed at all.
But after checking the person’s details through the Lying-Flat System, a flash of realization crossed Ye Feng’s face.
“So it’s this guy!”
“Whoever wins, wins. What’s it got to do with me?” Ye Feng replied indifferently, showing no concern at all.
He dared to be so dismissive because he knew exactly who this man was.
This man was named Qingyi, a Martial King Realm expert. In the original novel, Qingyi was a formation master from the Great Zhou Empire.
But he was a weirdo—he knew no attack techniques other than formations. Even among formations, he could only use one: trapping formations.
Though later in the plotline he could use these formations to trap cultivators a whole realm above him, the result was always a draw. Because of his constant stalemates, he earned a unique nickname—Fifty-Fifty.
From Martial Emperors down to Martial Apprentices, if you couldn’t break his formation, then no one could do anything to anyone.
That’s why Ye Feng wasn’t afraid of him at all.