Chapter 534 - 322: Provocation: Honglian’s Fury

Chapter 534: Chapter 322: Provocation: Honglian’s Fury

Yu Fei shook his head. "No. Teacher is swamped with countless tasks. I don’t want to bother him with such trivial matters."

Zhuo Feiming smiled. "It’s not that you don’t want to bother him, is it? It’s that you don’t approve of his methods."

Seeing that Yu Fei was about to explain, Zhuo Feiming raised a hand to stop him. "No need to explain. Teacher has his own way of thinking. Your personalities are polar opposites; you don’t have to force it."

Yu Fei thought for a moment, then confessed, "I suspect Teacher was the one who arranged for Yan Sea’s return to the Demon Mountain Realm. I just don’t know what he’s planning."

Zhuo Feiming asked in surprise, "How did you know it was Teacher’s arrangement?"

’That’s strange,’ she thought, puzzled. ’Logically, there’s no way Yu Fei could have noticed. I only realized that Ye Shuping might have had a hand in it after reviewing the whole affair.’

"Senior Sister, don’t underestimate me. I can sense it when someone is plotting against me, even from a thousand miles away!"

Zhuo Feiming’s eyes lit up. "Is that also one of your newly completed abilities? That’s amazing! Who would dare to move against you now!"

"By the way, you haven’t told Teacher about this ability, have you?"

Yu Fei shook his head. "No!"

Zhuo Feiming seemed to think of something and gave a mischievous grin.

"Yu Fei, your Senior Sister suggests you never tell Teacher about this ability. He always likes to arrange everything from behind the scenes, thinking his plans are seamless. Now he’s met his match!"

"With you around, the old man has finally met his match!"

Yu Fei just smiled without agreeing. He didn’t like playing guessing games with the old man. He hoped that after this, Teacher would stop scheming against him.

Just as the two were about to leave, Luu Yuxin came to report.

"Lord Honglian, the commander of the Celestial Phenomenon Corps requests an audience!"

"Hmph..."

A scornful look appeared on Zhuo Feiming’s face. "Are they here to settle scores after the fact? Let’s go. We’ll see what kind of tricks they’re trying to pull!"

Yu Fei followed close behind. He had only ever met He Man from the Celestial Phenomenon Corps; he had even gotten the news about Yan Sea from her.

"Xv Mu of the Celestial Phenomenon Corps requests an audience with Lord Honglian!"

As they approached, they saw a burly, middle-aged man shouting in a deep voice. He said he was requesting an audience, but his eyes were sharp and held no trace of respect.

Following behind him were two Grandmasters carrying an unconscious old man.

Zhuo Feiming was anything but polite. She let Xv Mu remain in his half-bow without acknowledging him and strode forward to stand directly opposite him.

"Xv Mu, you have some nerve. The war isn’t even over, yet you, a commander, dare to abandon your post. What should your crime be?"

The pressure of a Martial Saint descended upon the scene without restraint. Xv Mu and the two Grandmasters behind him all trembled, their hearts filled with terror.

Facing the Martial Saint’s pressure head-on, Xv Mu’s face turned pale, veins popping on his forehead, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Yu Fei couldn’t help but wipe away a bead of non-existent cold sweat. ’When a Martial Saint gets angry, the world truly turns upside down.’ His Senior Sister’s outburst wasn’t aimed at him—her main target was only Xv Mu—but his heart was already pounding, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

This was the pressure of a Martial Saint, the natural suppression a higher-level being exerts over a lower-level one.

Yu Fei had thought Xv Mu would be forced to return empty-handed. After all, no one could stand up to an unreasonable Martial Saint.

Who would have thought that a sigh would suddenly echo from the void.

"Sigh... Honglian, bullying the weak like this, aren’t you tarnishing the dignity of a Martial Saint!"

The words seemed to carry an incomprehensible power, silently dissipating Zhuo Feiming’s pressure completely. Xv Mu finally recovered. Just as he was about to speak, an even more explosive fluctuation of primordial energy forced him to one knee.

"What cur dares to bark so brazenly? Take this!"

Zhuo Feiming beckoned with her hand, and a dark gold spear materialized in the void, gathering wind and flame. It plunged down toward a certain point in the sky with world-destroying might.

The cry of the Vermilion Bird echoed for a thousand miles. Yu Fei vaguely heard a furious and flustered voice shout a single, vulgar curse.

"FUCK!"

At that moment, the primordial energy between heaven and earth was incredibly volatile. Yu Fei felt like a small boat tossed on the ocean, in constant danger of capsizing as a storm approached.

Furthermore, he seemed to have lost his connection to the various teleportation markers he had left. In other words, he couldn’t even teleport.

Xv Mu was in an even worse state. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide with horror.

Yu Fei then remembered that the person who had been hiding seemed to be concealed in the space right behind Xv Mu. His Senior Sister’s spear had practically grazed the top of Xv Mu’s head, and the aftershock of the attack alone was enough to suppress him.

An indescribable bitterness filled Xv Mu’s heart. ’Wasn’t the plan for me to just start a conversation, act a little arrogant to provoke Honglian, and then Mr. Gao would handle the rest?’

’But this Honglian is like a lunatic! I hadn’t even started my performance, and she was already attacking Mr. Gao directly.’

In the void, Mr. Gao was forced to reveal himself by the spear strike. Seeing such a powerful killing move, he didn’t dare be careless. He had to use all his strength just to suppress the spear’s light.

"Lunatic!"

’We’re all Martial Saints! Why can’t we just bicker a bit over our subordinates’ trivial matters and leave it at that? Why does she have to be so shameless about it?’

However, Zhuo Feiming didn’t stop. Instead, she grew even more excited. "Good! Take another one of my attacks!"

With that, she furiously swung her dark gold spear. A bright line of fire seemed to split the heavens as if a Vermilion Bird were plummeting from the sky. It crashed down like a setting sun, aimed directly at the elegant, anciently-dressed man in the void holding a jade fan.

"Ah... Mercy!"

Suddenly, a sword and a saber appeared in the sky. Together with the jade fan that Mr. Gao himself had opened, they barely managed to block Zhuo Feiming’s spear.

"So that’s why this idiot dared to provoke me to my face. It turns out today was a setup aimed at me!"

Zhuo Feiming laughed with wild abandon. She took a single step and was already standing firmly in the void. With a flourish of her hand, she was clad in crimson armor, a golden war-cloak billowing behind her. A divine light shone in her eyes.

She thrust her right hand forward, and the dark gold spear, carrying a world-stirring Evil Qi, condensed a tangible aura that resembled the spreading wings of a Vermilion Bird.

"Come and fight! Life and death are fated—let’s settle this at the point of my spear!"

This heaven-defying battle intent made the world itself lose its color. Down below, the Shenxiao Army immediately retreated in a frenzy, and Yu Fei quickly fell back with them.

But Xv Mu and his men wanted to cry but had no tears. They were pinned in place by the Martial Saint’s pressure.

’I’m going to die!’

Xv Mu was genuinely about to cry from fear. Grandmasters and Martial Saints were entirely different forms of life. If a battle really broke out above his head, he feared that any leak of energy would kill him on the spot.

He was filled with immense regret. ’What was I thinking, provoking a titled Martial Saint?’

Just then, something happened that utterly shocked Xv Mu. Zhou Xing, who had been unconscious on the stretcher just a second ago, his breath as faint as a silk thread, suddenly leaped nimbly off the stretcher and fled toward the perimeter with the speed of lightning.

"HOLY SHIT! FUCK..."

Xv Mu’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. At this point, how could he not understand? That old bastard Zhou Xing had been playing him the whole time! Judging by the speed at which he was escaping now, how could Yan Sea, a Dharma-form Grandmaster, have possibly beaten him so badly?

’There must be a deeper conspiracy at play here.’

"FUCK!"

Meanwhile, the situation in the void grew even more tense. A civil war between human Martial Saints was about to erupt. Honglian was eager for a fight, seemingly wanting to take on all three of them. Her eyes showed no fear, only a pure craving for battle. She was already armored and armed, ready to strike.

"Lord Honglian, it’s a misunderstanding! Please, calm your anger! Calm your anger! This must be a misunderstanding! Gao, this idiot, doesn’t know any better. We will apologize to you on his behalf!"

"Please, calm your anger!"

Luo Guan spread his hands and walked toward Zhuo Feiming completely defenseless. A dignified Martial Saint, he suppressed his own energy, wore no armor, and held no blade, completely entrusting his life to Zhuo Feiming’s whim, just to get a chance to speak.

For a dignified Martial Saint to go this far was the very definition of groveling.

His voice was slightly breathless, as if he had rushed here at top speed, which was extremely rare for a Martial Saint.

"Lord Honglian, Gao, this idiot, doesn’t know any better! I beg you, in your magnanimity, to give him a chance!"

Luo Guan’s face was covered in a placating smile as he boldly stepped forward, putting on a grand show of sincerity.

Zhuo Feiming’s gaze was resolute, the tip of her spear pointed directly at Luo Guan.

"You think I don’t dare to kill you?"