Chapter 533 - 322: Provocation, Honglian’s Rage

Chapter 533: Chapter 322: Provocation, Honglian’s Rage

Su Yue’s words sent Yan Hai into deep thought. Humans have always been curious about the unknown.

When Yan Hai’s attention shifted away from his master, Mr. Lanren—Sima Hong—he only had eyes for Su Yue. Just like right now.

"Yue’er, you’re truly amazing!"

Seeing the two on the verge of an embrace, Yu Fei had no choice but to clear his throat.

"Let’s get a move on. Stop dawdling."

Although Uke Mountain was extremely high, it was nothing to a Grandmaster. They could easily ward off the slight chill.

They even camped for a night when they reached the summit at dusk. It was all because Su Yue said she wanted to see the sunrise, and Yan Hai had turned to stare pleadingly at Yu Fei.

Having no choice, he pulled a complete set of camping gear out of his space, and the three of them settled in for the night.

That night, Yu Fei found a moment to teleport over to Miss Zhuo and explain the situation.

He first went to the City of the End in the Tiangong Ruins, only to find the Shenxiao Corps had already left. He then teleported back to his home planet, finding his senior sister at Guihong Military Base.

Yu Fei briefly told Zhuo Feiming what Yan Hai and Su Yue had been through, also mentioning the change in Yan Hai. He had only casually brought up his suspicion that Sima Hong wasn’t dead, but this, to his surprise, drew her utmost attention.

Afterward, he went to look for Ye Shuping and Tang Lihui at the Profound Bright Palace, but they were still nowhere to be found. ’They’re really good at hiding.’

After three days of traveling on and off, they finally arrived near the Cross-Border Black Fog.

Yu Fei scouted ahead and found that Miss Zhuo, Zhuo Feiming, was already waiting for them.

"Where are they?"

Zhuo Feiming called Yu Fei over the moment he arrived.

"I was worried something might happen, so I had them wait elsewhere. How long have you been waiting, Miss Zhuo?"

Zhuo Feiming had led the Shenxiao Corps to turn the tables, taking over the defense of the Cross-Border Black Fog. The Class-B legion originally stationed here could now only play a secondary role.

"Have them come over. We’ll talk about their matter later. I’m more curious about what you said—that Sima Hong isn’t dead. Compared to the matter of Mr. Lanren faking his death, Yan Hai charging into a camp and assaulting someone is a triviality."

"Then please wait a moment, Miss Zhuo. I’ll go get Mr. Yan and the others."

As he spoke, Yu Fei vanished. He had left several beacons with the couple, allowing him to teleport to them at any time.

One step later, Yu Fei found himself outside a cave. On the ground lay two bracelets made of polished Fog Pine Stone. He instantly understood and began to cough loudly.

"COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

Yu Fei didn’t probe the situation inside with his senses. It was nothing more than the couple celebrating their new lease on life.

A short while later, the two of them came out. Yan Hai appeared calm, but Su Yue’s face was flushed, and she looked slightly annoyed.

"Let’s go. Lord Honglian is waiting for you in the Boundary Zone."

Yu Fei got straight to the point.

Su Yue couldn’t help but exclaim, "Ah, so soon? How in the world did you contact Lord Honglian?"

Yu Fei didn’t tell them about his ability to teleport.

"I have my ways. Never mind how I contacted her. Lord Honglian came in person to receive you. Aren’t you happy?"

Yan Hai, who had been composed all this time, suddenly grew flustered. Now that he understood Sima Hong’s true nature, he realized the person he should be most grateful to was Honglian the Martial Saint. After all, those two Buddhist Cultivation Techniques had been a life-saving gift.

"Relax, it’s fine."

The pair followed Yu Fei apprehensively to meet Zhuo Feiming. The moment they met, before Yan Hai could say a word, Zhuo Feiming stated coldly, "Three months of confinement for each of you, followed by three years of fighting to the death in the Vanguard Camp. With that, this matter is concluded!"

The weight on Yan Hai’s heart was finally lifted. "Thank you, My Lord!"

Su Yue followed suit.

Only then did Zhuo Feiming study Yan Hai with interest, her gaze softening.

"Not bad. You finally look human again. The *Mahaprajna Sutra* is a bit unorthodox to cultivate, but its potential is limitless. Practice it well, and you might even have a chance of becoming a Martial Saint."

Her tone shifting, Zhuo Feiming glanced at Su Yue and spoke sternly. "The core of martial cultivation is the ’Dao.’ You cannot become so obsessed with Secret Techniques that you lose yourself. You must understand that there are tens of thousands of Secret Techniques in this world; you can never master them all.

The Dao is the foundation; techniques are the application. To pursue learning is to increase daily; to pursue the Dao is to simplify daily. You are already in the Grandmaster Realm. You must properly refine what you have learned, or you will never advance beyond your current level."

Zhuo Feiming’s words were blunt, pointing out the fundamental problem with Su Yue’s cultivation. She had learned too much, and her knowledge was too scattered. While her arsenal of Secret Techniques seemed vast, she had truly excelled in very few of them.

Then, someone came over to escort Yan Hai and Su Yue to their confinement. Yu Fei glanced over and was surprised to see it was none other than Zhao Tianhen.

’This is just... He’s the one who set the trap for Yan Hai and Su Yue, and now he’s the one taking them to be punished. How shameless.’

Zhao Tianhen stared straight ahead, acting as if Yu Fei wasn’t there.

’After all, they had sparred before; he knew he couldn’t beat Yu Fei. Besides, he was the one in the wrong here. Getting beaten up by Yu Fei in front of Lord Honglian would be an utterly pointless humiliation.’

Yu Fei didn’t press the issue. Once this was over, he would have to find the Old Man and demand an explanation. Zhao Tianhen wasn’t the root of the problem.

"Let’s go, Junior Brother. We need to go take a look at your broken Cyan Lotus Sword."

Yu Fei was confused. "It’s just a faked death, isn’t it? Miss Zhuo, you seem overly concerned!"

But Zhuo Feiming sighed. "I was the one who personally confirmed Sima Hong’s death. I am very curious. How could a mere eighth-realm cultivator possibly deceive me?"

"Something like that happened?"

Zhuo Feiming’s gaze turned distant. "While I wasn’t the one who orchestrated his death, I was the one who confirmed it. I watched with my own eyes as he gave his final words to Yan Hai and then died. He was as dead as one could be. How could he possibly have come back to life?"

"By the way, have you mentioned this to the Master?"