NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48
"Woof woof woof!"
Yao Qing was lying in the front hall. He would arch his back and bare his teeth at any stranger who approached the entrance.
He had now completely immersed himself in this role.
Sometimes he even forgot that he was Yao Jue Yaolang and was utterly devoted to his duties.
After following Yi Feng for so long, the eighteen paintings in the front hall no longer posed any threat to him.
He was rather proud of this.
This must be a sign of approval from that senior!
Just then, a wild gust of wind blew in and Yao Qing lifted his head to see a cloaked man appear at the entrance of the martial arts school.
Yao Qing's pupils constricted as he sat upright.
He could clearly sense hostility and pressure from this man.
With a penetrating gaze, Jing Wu Xin observed his surroundings. With a flick of his palm, a wave of energy dispersed and immediately creased his brows.
"Why do I sense my junior brother Wu Chen's aura here when there's no sign of him? And this martial arts school has not been slaughtered..."
"It's very likely my junior brother is here!"
His eyes narrowed slightly as they locked onto the small martial arts school before him.
"Out of the way! Don't block the road."
Just then, a peddler pushing a cart passed by. Seeing Jing Wu Xin blocking the middle of the road, he yelled for him to move.
A glint of cruelty flashed across Jing Wu Xin's eyes. With a flap of his cloak behind him, the peddler let out a wretched shriek before disappearing entirely, leaving only an overturned cart on the ground.
"Hiss!"
Yao Qing was badly startled, knowing he was no match for this man, and quickly hid himself away.
"Blind commoner."
Jing Wu Xin scornfully muttered before heading towards the martial arts school, unaware he had stepped onto the Earth-Shattering Stone and entered the premises.
"Hm?"
"An anomaly?"
As soon as he stepped inside, he felt something off about the front hall, yet his expression remained unchanged. With a flap of his cloak shielding his body, he scoffed.
"Just a petty trick of the eye, nothing more."
But before his voice faded, his face paled drastically as the eighteen weapon paintings suddenly radiated golden light and unleashed devastating power towards him.
"What?"
Sensing the destructive aura, his expression changed instantly. His cloak billowed as he transformed into a ray of light rushing for the exit.
Despite his great speed, he could not evade catastrophe. In an instant, he was obliterated, leaving only his cloak fluttering in the air and a single bone dropping to the ground.
That bone was only left behind due to some bizarre cultivation technique Jing Wu Xin had practiced. Otherwise, nothing would have remained.
"Pant pant pant pant!"
Yao Qing watched the entire spectacle with eyes bulging, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest.
The terror was as extreme as rumored!
Meanwhile, at Baofeng Commerce House, Yi Feng was drinking with Yin Xiong and the others, in high spirits.
He had not expected Baofeng Commerce House to gift him another 100,000 gold coins today.
Having dealt with Peng Ying and Yu WuJie, the two ladies Luo Lanxue and Luo Lanxue stayed by Yi Feng's side the entire time. Seeing that he did not take Yu WuJie's actions to heart, the two women were relieved that their senior was indeed magnanimous, and felt the burden lift from their own shoulders as well.
Finally, after eating and drinking sufficiently, Yi Feng brought his junior disciple Zhong Qing back home.
He did not have them escorted back and instead took Zhong Qing around the bustling marketplace. After all, with money to spend, why not splurge a little!
"Niece, there won't be any issues from today's events, right?" After Yi Feng's departure, Yin Xiong asked Luo Lanxue worriedly.
"Our senior has always been open-minded. Don't worry, even if anything comes up, we of Qingshan Sect will resolve it," Luo Lanxue gently reassured.
Only then did Yin Xiong nod in relief. A thought suddenly occurred and he asked, "Oh right, has there been a lot of people secretly inquiring about the sir's whereabouts recently? What do you think, niece?"
Luo Lanxue's pupils constricted slightly.
After a moment of contemplation she replied, "The sir only wrote to experience life, not for fame or fortune. Plus he likes peace and quiet. So his information must not be divulged, lest the sir gets disturbed. We would be unforgivable if that happens!"
Yin Xiong sucked in a breath of cold air, somewhat alarmed.
Indeed quite a number had been asking about Yi Feng, most out of admiration for his reputation. At first he thought it harmless, but hearing Luo Lanxue's perspective made him realize otherwise.
Fortunately the sir's information had not been leaked.