The smile on Qingyi’s face froze!
This kind of conversation-killing response made it unbearable for him, especially when he had been prepared to act mysterious.
“Hmph!” With a cold snort, Qingyi waved his hand.
Several streaks of light shot out and turned into transparent cages that trapped everyone on the spot—including Ye Feng and the unconscious Li Changfeng!
Those still fighting felt an overwhelming force bind their bodies, rendering them immobile.
“What’s going on?” Everyone’s expressions changed drastically, filled with panic.
Seeing their reactions, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Qingyi’s face as he shouted, “Everyone, stop struggling!”
“Without Martial Emperor Realm strength, you’ll never break my trapping formation. Accept your fate!”
Most of the disciples in the crowd looked confused. They had heard of formations but had never seen any besides the sect-protecting formation of the Moonshade Sect. Only Yue Wu and a few personal disciples had a drastic change in expression.
The power and strangeness of formation masters had long been deeply impressed upon them through the elders’ teachings. But they never expected to encounter one in a remote place like Martial Refinement Commandery.
Yue Wu, who had recognized Qingyi from her past-life memories, felt nothing but despair.
Qingyi now was in the Martial King Realm! If she were still in the Martial General Realm, she would have a 20% chance of breaking this formation. But with her current cultivation at only the Martial Spirit Realm, she was completely helpless.
The only relief was that Qingyi, after trapping everyone, didn’t immediately attack. Instead, he looked at Ye Feng and sneered, “Brat, now it’s your problem!”
“How do you want to die?”
Ye Feng had already expected Qingyi’s move. Even trapped, he remained calm.
After all, as long as he could speak and recite poetry, he could use literary techniques to launch an attack. And Qingyi, though a Martial King, was obsessed with formations—perhaps he really could be defeated.
“Come the eighth of September in autumn, my blossoms bloom and all others wither!” Ye Feng recited two lines of the poem that had previously triggered a heavenly phenomenon to avoid drawing too much attention.
But this time, the spiritual Qi around remained calm and undisturbed. Even Ye Feng was surprised.
A divine-grade poem couldn’t trigger any response?
“Ye Feng, did you think I didn’t know who you are?”
“I’m a Martial King Realm expert, traveled thousands of kilometers just to kill you. The others? They’re just collateral.”
“You indeed possess outstanding talent to compose divine-grade verses, but my formation doesn’t just restrain your body—it cuts you off from the world’s spiritual Qi!”
“A formation master is the nemesis of those who walk the literary path!”
In that moment, Qingyi’s earlier frustration vanished. He looked smug and pleased.
But Ye Nanshan and the others were filled with despair. If Qingyi hadn’t exposed his true strength, they might have held onto a sliver of hope. Now, facing a Martial King, all thoughts of resistance vanished.
Only Yue Wu stared intensely at Ye Feng.
She alone knew that with Ye Feng’s immense fate, there was no way he’d die at the hands of a Martial King.
What intrigued her was how Heaven would open a cheat for Ye Feng this time!
Ye Feng also understood that if he passively waited, the Heavenly Dao would definitely engineer some coincidence to save him. But doing so would consume his fate.
Thinking of how the original Ye Feng had ended up after losing all his fate to villains, Ye Feng shivered.
“System, is there any way to break the formation?” Not wanting to lose any fate, Ye Feng pinned his hopes on the Lying-Flat System.
[Ding, system detected. Current formation is a Tier-5 formation.]
[Option 1: Host can spend salted fish points to exchange for Tier-1 to Tier-5 formation manuals, then spend 5,550 salted fish points and six months mastering it to break the formation.]
[Option 2: Host can directly spend 5 salted fish points to break the Tier-5 formation!]
Without hesitation, Ye Feng chose Option 2.
Even if Option 1 only cost 100 salted fish points, he wouldn’t have picked it.
Why work hard when he could cheat? New chapters come out on g.com first.
Isn’t lying flat the better choice?
[Ding, 5 salted fish points consumed. Current formation has been broken.]
As the system notification sounded, the formation surrounding Ye Feng instantly vanished.
“Pfft!” Just as Qingyi was basking in his triumph and planning to mock Ye Feng further, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
“Formation backlash?” Ignoring the blood on his lips, Qingyi screamed in disbelief, “You broke my formation?!”
Yue Wu was equally shocked.
Through her golden finger, she saw that Ye Feng’s fate value had not decreased in the slightest!
In other words, Ye Feng had broken a formation set by a Martial King Realm expert using only his own means.
“But he’s only in the Martial Spirit Realm!” Yue Wu stared at that familiar figure, yet felt completely unfamiliar.
The Ye Family and Moonshade Sect disciples, however, showed glimmers of hope.
If Ye Feng could break the formation, could he also defeat Qingyi and save them?
But thinking of the gap in cultivation, that hope quickly faded again.
To defeat someone one small realm higher was already considered a genius.
To cross a whole major realm and still win—that would be an absolute monster, one in ten thousand even within the entire Great Qin Empire.
But Ye Feng and Qingyi were two whole major realms apart!
Looking at Qingyi’s terrified face, Ye Feng sneered and said slowly, “Ever heard the phrase ‘the villain dies from talking too much’?”
“Next time, choose your words carefully.”
Before Qingyi could respond, Ye Feng raised one hand to the sky and shouted,
“Today, I’ll send you to meet your ancestors from the Great Zhou!”
“One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate!”