"What on earth is going on? Could I really have gone back fifty years? Impossible, this must just be a coincidence... But how could there be such a coincidence in this world, even the way the soil is piled is exactly the same?"
Ye Feng couldn't explain this bizarre dream. After pondering for a while without any clues, he decided to set aside his doubts for now and returned to the Herb Hut.
"Brother Ye, you're finally here."
As soon as he arrived at the herb field, some familiar miscellaneous disciples gathered around him.
"Are you alright?"
"Huh? How did your injuries heal?"
"Brother Ye, we were really scared the day before yesterday, please don't blame us..."
Ye Feng shook his head and put on a perfunctory smile.
He was already used to the timidity and cowardice of the people around him. Normally, he would just exchange pleasantries with them, but among the people in the Herb Hut, there was only one person he truly cared about.
"Where's Li Xiang?" He glanced around but didn't see the straightforward young man.
"Oh, he left."
"Left?"
"He was taken back by his family yesterday. Oh, and Brother Ye, Li Xiang left you a letter before he left."
A letter?
Ye Feng took the letter handed to him, opened it, and saw that Li Xiang had written that Ye Feng could find him at the Li Family Escort Agency in Fengxiang County City in the future, and that everything would be arranged for him there. The letter was filled with warm words.
Ye Feng felt quite comforted. Li Xiang didn't know that he had already made a breakthrough and was still trying to arrange a path for him. This genuine care made him feel deeply moved.
"When I become an Inner Disciple, I'll go to Fengxiang County City to celebrate with him!"
A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, and just then, two 'familiar' figures approached from outside the herb field.
"Hey, you bunch of trash, it's been a whole day, have you prepared the spiritual herbs for Young Master Ji?"
An arrogant voice, an overbearing cold face.
Everyone turned to look, and the newcomers were the two Outer Disciples who had acted as Ji Fanchen's lackeys the day before yesterday, Zhang Yun and Zhao Feihong.
Even though Ji Fanchen wasn't here today, the overbearing aura of these two was undiminished, still as detestable as ever. Especially when they saw Ye Feng, Zhang Yun squinted his eyes, as if he had found something amusing, and grinned:
"Yo! Isn't this 'Brother Ye'? Haha, how do you still have the face to stay in the Tianyun Sect?"
Beside him, Zhao Feihong's face was full of mockery: "Some trash are just like that, clearly not belonging here but still shamelessly clinging on, like a mangy dog, truly shameless!"
Hehehe~~
These two were used to being arrogant around Ji Fanchen and didn't take the recently trampled Ye Feng seriously. But what they didn't expect was that today's Ye Feng was a completely different person.
The smile on Ye Feng's face disappeared.
An unprecedented chill emanated from him, causing those nearby to shiver.
Damn.
Brother Ye's killing intent is so strong today!
Ye Feng stepped forward, walking out of the herb field, each step leaving a deep footprint, his aura unsettling.
Seeing something was wrong, the others quickly followed behind, trying to persuade him:
"Brother Ye, don't be impulsive, we can't afford to provoke these two."
"Brother Ye, these two guys have already reached the One-Vein Profound Realm, they're hot contenders for tomorrow's Inner Gate Assessment, don't go looking for trouble..."
But Ye Feng paid no heed to these voices and walked straight towards the pair.
When he was about ten meters away from Zhang Yun and Zhao Feihong, the others dared not approach any further, only watching Ye Feng's back with sighs.
Ignoring advice, what else could they do...
Opposite, Zhang Yun watched Ye Feng approach with a cold face, his demeanor in Zhang Yun's eyes was like that of a clown overestimating his abilities, making him laugh until tears almost came out:
"Hahaha! Brother Zhao, look, our 'Brother Ye' is angry, I'm so scared! Hahaha!"
Zhao Feihong's smile carried a cold chill as he walked directly towards Ye Feng, raising a hand with a sinister grin:
"It seems you didn't take Young Master Ji's words to heart. Hmph! Let me send you out of the Tianyun Sect today!"
Swish.
A slap aimed straight at Ye Feng's face.
The gust of wind from the slap made the air wail.
Zhao Feihong was indeed a master of the One-Vein Profound Realm, the speed of this slap second only to Ji Fanchen's from the previous day, any Body Realm martial artist would be slapped away without mercy.
The miscellaneous disciples had already closed their eyes in resignation.
Smack.
A crisp sound echoed throughout the Herb Hut.
But in the next second, it was Zhao Feihong's scream that rang out.
Ow!
The scream was miserable, echoing throughout the area.
What??
Before anyone could see what happened, the cold and domineering Zhao Feihong was sent flying, half of his face already smashed by Ye Feng's counter slap, his lip torn, scattering blood in the air, with a few blood-stained teeth flying off to the side, extremely tragic.
He flew a good two or three meters before crashing to the ground, rolling several times before hitting the corner of a wall, half of his face swelling up like a pig's head.
What, what happened?
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.
Ye Feng actually slapped Zhao Feihong away?
How is this possible, the other party is a Profound Realm martial artist!
The entire place was shocked.
Only Ye Feng remained expressionless.
He wiped the blood off his hand on his clothes, a fire of satisfaction burning within him.
He paid no attention to the shocked gazes around him and walked directly towards the equally dumbfounded Zhang Yun.
"Take that dog and get out of the Herb Hut." Ye Feng pointed at Zhao Feihong, not bothering to say another word.
With just one slap, he had clearly felt the difference between himself and an ordinary One-Vein Profound Realm martial artist, Zhang Yun was nothing in his eyes.
The one he wanted to deal with was Ji Fanchen.
But Zhang Yun was clearly not as clear-headed, after coming to his senses, his face turned even more vicious and ferocious, white Profound Qi surged from his body as he punched fiercely towards Ye Feng's face:
"You little bastard, daring to sneak attack Brother Zhao! Today I'll kill you!"
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, filled with a cold light.
He casually threw a punch, meeting Zhang Yun's fist.
A faint golden light flashed across Ye Feng's fist, making it seem like a heavy cannon as it crashed into Zhang Yun's fist.
A muffled sound, their fists seemed to freeze in mid-air.
The next second.
A series of bone-cracking sounds erupted, and Zhang Yun immediately let out a pig-like scream:
"Oww~~~ My arm!! Ye Feng, you, you actually shattered my arm, oww~~~"
He staggered back, his right arm hanging like soft tofu, his face contorted in pain, collapsing on the ground.
Oh my god!
People were completely stunned.
Slapping Zhao Feihong away could be a lucky sneak attack.
But shattering Zhang Yun's arm with a punch, that was undoubtedly real skill!
The current Ye Feng was definitely a genuine Profound Path martial artist, and incredibly powerful, fierce to the extreme.
No one present had ever seen such a cold side of Ye Feng, but if they knew about the actions of 'Brother Ye' eight years ago, they wouldn't be surprised—anyone daring to act foolishly in front of Brother Ye was always directly suppressed without any nonsense!
That familiar feeling was finally back!
"Zhang Yun!!"
Beside him, the pig-headed Zhao Feihong scrambled over, supporting his partner who was sweating profusely from the pain.
A minute ago, the two were arrogantly mocking all the Herb Hut's miscellaneous disciples, but now, one had a smashed mouth, the other a broken hand, as pathetic as dogs.
"Ye Feng, you're dead! You dared to injure us, Young Master Ji will never let you off!!"
Zhao Feihong shouted through gritted teeth, but with half his mouth swollen and ruined, his words came out with no threat, instead carrying a strangely pathetic humor.
Ye Feng, with his hands behind his back, didn't take these words to heart.
"Go back and tell Ji Fanchen, this is just interest, tomorrow at the Inner Gate Assessment, I'll settle everything with interest, now, get lost!"
"You talk nonsense! Ye Feng, just you wait..."
Get lost!!
Ye Feng's icy gaze silenced Zhao Feihong's remaining words.
Fierce.
The current Ye Feng was too fierce.
Even Young Master Ji didn't seem to have such a terrifying aura.
Zhao Feihong and Zhang Yun didn't have the courage to provoke this killing god any further, retreating like dogs, cursing and swearing at Ye Feng as they left.
"Ye Feng, just you wait! Young Master Ji will never let you off!"
"Ye Feng!! Tomorrow will be your death day!"
Once the two dogs were gone, the remaining miscellaneous disciples dared to gather around, looking at Ye Feng as if he were a stranger.
It was as if they were all earthworms in the mud, and suddenly one had turned into a soaring dragon, their eyes filled with envy, surprise, jealousy, and shame.
But Ye Feng couldn't care less about their gazes and discussions, he comforted them briefly and left the Herb Hut, leaving behind the cage that had trapped him for five years.
Yes.
He was a dragon, even if he had been a worm for eight years, he had finally broken through the Profound Path, shaking the Herb Hut.
And tomorrow, after the Inner Gate Assessment, he would soar into the sky, roaring proudly!
The story of Ye Feng breaking through the Profound Path and shaking the Herb Hut spread like wildfire throughout the Tianyun Sect's outer gate, causing quite a stir.
In handling this matter, the Tianyun Sect's outer gate instructors were fair, as many witnesses testified that Ye Feng acted in self-defense, they didn't pursue the matter further, but Ye Feng's name spread quickly among the outer disciples within a day.
"Ye Feng?"
"Who is Ye Feng, never heard of him?"
The newly joined outer disciples were all talking about it.
"I heard he's a miscellaneous disciple, finally broke through the Profound Path after years of holding back."
"That miscellaneous disciple is really asking for it, daring to hit Ji Fanchen's lackeys?"
"Hmph! Ji Fanchen has already said he'll crush Ye Feng in tomorrow's Inner Gate Assessment, there's going to be a good show."
"What good show, the Inner Gate Assessment isn't a martial competition, at most Ji Fanchen will just outperform Ye Feng in all the scores."
"Isn't there still the Combat Assessment?"
"But they have to be matched together for that to happen, though if Ji Fanchen does meet Ye Feng, I bet Ye Feng will be crippled even if he doesn't die..."
Among the newcomers, no one had faith in Ye Feng.
In the face of the overwhelmingly dominant Ji Fanchen, Ye Feng was like a firefly next to the bright moon.
But despite this, the outer disciples of Tianyun Sect still turned their eyes to the next day's assessment, anticipating what kind of story might unfold.
Meanwhile.
When the news of Ye Feng's breakthrough reached the Tianyun Sect's inner gate, it caught the attention of some people.
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