Chapter 2283 - 2284: If I Kill, So Be It

Wu Yuanzhong was a little dazed: "You mean…"

Yang Fei spoke flatly.

"I figure those so‑called clan juniors won't dare come question me. Who Yang Fei is—everyone knows perfectly well."

Wu Yuanzhong recalled some terrifying rumors from Yang Fei's youth and couldn't help shivering.

"Alright, we'll handle it the way you said. As for the higher‑ups, I'll report everything truthfully to them."

Yang Fei nodded slightly and let out a cold snort.

"It's nothing but a little Kunlun Mountains cultivator, isn't it? I, Yang Fei, killed him and that's that. I'd like to see who dares come nag me about it."

"Did those lofty figures ever think about the innocent civilians in those two small Jiangnan cities who died for nothing? Who's going to stand up for their blood debt?"

Wu Yuanzhong let out a long sigh, then hung up the phone.

Although Yang Fei and Wu Yuanzhong had already anticipated it.

After just one day of fermenting, this matter still stirred up a huge wave across the entire Cultivation World.

The next morning, in Lishui Villa, as expected not a single person came.

Instead, Yang Fei led all the Dragon Group officers and had a thoroughly satisfying feast.

When the wine had them half tipsy, a tall, thin girl walked into Lishui Villa.

Yang Fei and the others all noticed she wore a black mourning band on her arm, a small white Little Flower pinned in her hair, and her expression was filled with grief.

The moment she stepped into the main hall, the Dragon Group cultivators almost all consciously stopped eating and drinking.

The girl walked straight toward Yang Fei, her eyes red—obviously she had just been crying.

"I'm Li Yuqing's fiancée, Wei Tingting. I know you, Yang Fei, are formidable, and I know the Wang Family power behind you is unfathomable."

"But I still have to ask you one thing: why did you kill Li Yuqing?"

Yang Fei snapped his fingers and praised her.

"Not bad, you've got some backbone. For your sake, I won't make things hard for the Wei Family."

He raised his wine cup, drained it in one gulp, then stood up and ordered Long Xiaoshuai to turn on the projector on the wall.

Long Xiaoshuai turned on the projector, casting the image onto the snow‑white screen in the hall.

The girl looked at Yang Fei in puzzlement; Yang Fei gestured for her to watch the big screen.

The background was a pitch‑black small city. Under the dim streetlights, corpses were piled like mountains, and the streets were awash with blood.

Not far away, a figure slowly walked over.

The girl could tell at a glance that the figure was actually her fiancé, Li Yuqing.

Li Yuqing's face was twisted and vicious, looking gloomy under the faint lights.

He lit three sticks of black incense and knelt reverently toward the empty air.

In the darkness he bowed three times, kowtowed nine times, prostrating himself, his reverence beyond measure.

Seize!

Just then, a streak of blood‑light flashed through the void, and a long blade plunged straight into the pile of corpses.

The hilt of that long blade was a ferocious wolf's head, and its body was sheathed in viscous blood‑light.

The blood‑light on the blade rippled outward like waves, gradually shrouding the entire mound of corpses.

A few minutes later, the mountain of bodies slowly dissolved under the blood‑light, turning into the same viscous blood‑light, merging together.

Half an hour later, the blood‑light emanating from the blade grew thicker and thicker, then inch by inch flowed back into the blade that stood ramrod‑straight in the ground.

Throughout the process, Li Yuqing remained kneeling before the blade, not speaking or moving.

After a while, he finally stood up and walked to the Blood Blade.

He reached out and gripped the hilt, pulling himself up from the ground, his expression filled with wild ecstasy.

...

Seeing this, Wei Tingting seemed to have understood something already.

However, she still looked coldly at Yang Fei.

"You mean Li Yuqing slaughtered ordinary people to temper a Magic Artifact?"

Yang Fei gave a cold laugh.

"This footage was personally dug up by our Dragon Group guys. There's no way it's fake."

"If this bastard hadn't gone around killing innocents, I wouldn't have bothered becoming his enemy."

At this point, Yang Fei looked Wei Tingting up and down.

"I can tell you're a cultivator too. Some things don't need me to spell out, do they?"

Wei Tingting nodded and sighed bleakly, suddenly as if remembering something.

"Right, where is that long blade?"

Yang Fei looked at her calmly, a barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth.

"The Sky Wolf Blade is in my hands. If anyone's got the guts, come take it. I'll accompany you to the end!"

Wei Tingting gave Yang Fei a deep look, then actually left without saying another word.

Fan Yi watched from the side and couldn't help praising.

"This Wei Tingting is not bad. She actually had the nerve to come question the Dragon Group."

Yang Fei sighed lazily.

"Fan Yi, I think you've got it wrong. She didn't come to stand up for Li Yuqing. She mostly came for that blade."

As Yang Fei spoke, Fan Yi was still looking utterly puzzled.

Yang Fei muttered and sighed.

"Think about it—this thing is a top‑tier magical treasure. Anyone who knows the inside story wants to claim it for themselves."

Fan Yi listened half‑understanding and fell into thought.

Wei Tingting had just walked out the Villa gate and headed Northeast for about seven or eight hundred meters.

A Maybach followed up and stopped beside her.

Wei Tingting opened the door and got into the passenger seat; in the driver's seat was a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses.

The woman looked to be around thirty, features like a painting, and her makeup very heavy.

"Well? Is the Sky Wolf Blade in his hands?"

The woman stopped the car, deftly took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes, lit one, and exuded a lazy, alluring charm.

Wei Tingting nodded, while frowning slightly.

"That blade belonged to that damned Li Yuqing. Once Li Yuqing died, the blade fell into Yang Fei's hands."

As she said this, a trace of worry flickered in her eyes.

"However, in my view, Yang Fei is far more formidable than Li Yuqing ever was."

"With the Sky Wolf Blade in his hands, it's very obedient, no sign of resistance at all—seems it's already recognized him as its master."

The smoking woman nodded, then gave a cold laugh.

"That's the famed Master Yang for you. If he didn't at least have this level of skill, it would be disappointing."

Wei Tingting took a deep breath, leaning back in the seat, feeling somewhat lacking in confidence.

"So then, Miss Qianye Si, what should we do now?"

Miss Qianye Si's eyes rested on the cigarette butt burning down to the end, and she spoke slowly.

"No matter how strong Yang Fei is, he can't surpass the invincible Master Guihai Cangdao."

"But someone of that level, that kind of Great Master, is not someone you and I can look up to directly. I have to go back and report to the Sect Leader, let him decide."

Wei Tingting nodded; Qianye Si fell silent, started the car, and the vehicle vanished into the streets.

Kunlun Mountains, within the Eight Scenic Palaces.

Daoxuanzi sat in the hall's Taishi Chair, tears streaming down his old face.

On either side of the wide hall stood the Kunlun Mountain disciples.

At the head were four Old Taoists, each with white hair and brows, exuding an immortal air.

All four Old Taoists wore green Taoist Robes; as for the Kunlun Mountain disciples below, some were in lay clothes, some in Taoist garb.

Many of the lay‑clothed disciples were luxuriously dressed, with the proud look of those in high positions on their faces; among them were two Caucasian disciples from the Other Side of the Ocean, the Mysterious Country.

Daoxuanzi only went up the mountain to pursue Cultivation after the age of thirty. Born with an Innate Spiritual Body, he broke through Foundation Establishment in less than twenty years and reached the Golden Core Stage, later smoothly taking over the Kunlun Sect.

Daoxuanzi had brought the son he'd left behind in the mortal world, Li Yuqing, up to the Kunlun Mountains, intending to cultivate him wholeheartedly.

Only after Li Yuqing had attained success in Cultivation did Daoxuanzi allow him down the mountain to enter university, become a tenured professor—his prospects unrivaled for a time.

According to Daoxuanzi's plan, in another ten years he would call the boy back to inherit the position of Kunlun Mountains Sect Leader and Sect Master.

Who could have known that today, Li Yuqing would actually end up dead.