In the instant when everything turned white from all directions, the ’Feng Qingyue’ in front of Ye Zhen turned pale, and with a look of terror, began to cough violently, trying to spit out the wine that had entered the stomach.
Ye Zhen slightly sank one foot, a hint of contempt imdiately appearing at the corner of his mouth. Then, like an eagle catching a chick, he grabbed the back neck of the imposter ’Feng Qingyue’, lifting them into the air.
With a slight exertion of spiritual power, Ye Zhen stopped the actions of the false ’Feng Qingyue’ trying to vomit. Almost simultaneously, the imposter Feng Qingyue ceased any struggle.
Their whole body hung down like a soft noodle.
Ye Zhen, himself a master of disguise, observed the situation, and a wave of gentle spiritual power lightly poured into the top of the imposter Feng Qingyue’s head, vibrating countless tis subtly within their body in an instant.
This technique is the most accurate thod for unraveling the appearance and body shape altered by a Martial Artist’s spiritual power!
Like a complete transformation, a totally different female Martial Artist appeared in front of Ye Zhen.
Her height shrunk by half a foot, her face transford drastically into an oval shape, and aside from the hairstyle, there was no longer any resemblance to Feng Qingyue.
However, looking at the imposter’s original appearance and figure, she could still be considered a beauty.
"Such planning, deploying a master of disguise and even using poisoned wine, they actually wanted to capture alive....."
Drawing this conclusion, Ye Zhen’s expression suddenly beca grave.
The reason being, the opponent’s planning was too ticulous this ti.
From appearance alone, Ye Zhen couldn’t detect the flaw in the fake Feng Qingyue; they even figured out the detail that both he and the real Feng Qingyue enjoyed drinking.
More astonishingly, they even obtained his talisman communication.
This was a carefully orchestrated plot.
If this ticulously planned trap was rely to eliminate Ye Zhen, it would have been much simpler for him at this mont.
At this stage, the opponent’s plan has already failed.
However, judging by the poison’s effect, which was to make him lose the ability to resist, and with a Grand Formation arranged around them, focusing on illusion and entrapnt rather than a killing formation.
In other words, the opponent’s ticulously planned goal was to capture Ye Zhen alive.
This situation is quite serious.
Because under normal circumstances, once captured, there would likely be subsequent plans, the details of which Ye Zhen was unclear about, but certainly not simple.
Not to ntion, just the fact that they disguised as Feng Qingyue and unearthed many details between him and Feng Qingyue, is not information any ordinary person could uncover.
What worried Ye Zhen more was how these individuals obtained his talisman communication?
In addition, Ye Zhen was faintly concerned about Feng Qingyue’s safety; considering the ticulous nature of these people’s plan, using Feng Qingyue as bait, would there be actions specifically targeted against Feng Qingyue to avoid unexpected incidents?
While Ye Zhen’s thoughts were racing, a voice filled with frustration and rage sounded outside the Grand Formation, "Ye! If you want to live, imdiately release Jingjing!
Otherwise, I will ensure you have nowhere to be buried!"
Outside the Grand Formation, Yan Ping, gripping the array plate, glared with wide eyes, veins bulging on his forehead, his gaze fixed fiercely on Weis Jingjing held by Ye Zhen!
"Do you care about her very much?"
Ye Zhen casually lifted the soft-as-a-noodle Weis Jingjing in his hand, giving the others outside the Grand Formation the impression of lifting an object rather than a living person, causing the pupils of the other three Martial Artists to shrink simultaneously as they looked towards the enraged Yan Ping!
"Seventh Brother, should I take over command?" said the black-faced middle-aged Martial Artist Yan Lun, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry, "With Jingjing captured, you’re not in a state to command!"
This statent made the highly indignant Yan Ping quickly calm down, his rapidly heaving chest settled swiftly, his expression turned stone-cold, "No need!"
According to the family war regulations, if the commander’s emotions fluctuate too greatly, the next in line shall take over command on site.
But the problem was, if others, naly Yan Ping’s other brothers, took over command, then others might not regard Weis Jingjing’s life with the sa importance.
The Yan family rules have one supre principle — for the family, everything can be sacrificed!
And the mission they were currently carrying out was a seventh-rank family mission.
The Yan family’s missions are divided into nine ranks; ranks one to three are ordinary missions, four to six are important missions, and ranks seven to nine are life-and-death missions, crucial to the family’s important interests or even survival.
In family missions of rank seven or higher, deaths and even voluntary sacrifices are permitted, and the command captain has the right to sacrifice so family mbers’ lives to complete the mission.
Therefore, he must remain calm and within possible limits, ensure Weis Jingjing’s life.
"Release her, then answer what we want to know, and I can promise you a way out!" Coolly recomposed, Yan Ping said.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the other three family mbers changed drastically because the mission’s goal was not like that at all; however, almost at the sa ti, Yan Ping’s Divine Soul Telecommunication explanation appeared in their minds.
It’s just false promises!
"What do you want to know? What secrets do you want to extract from ?" Ye Zhen laughed strangely, his expression becoming peculiar.
He couldn’t figure out what secret from his mouth would make these people go to such lengths.
The ordinary secrets Ye Zhen knew weren’t worth these people’s trouble, but revealing the real secrets would an certain death for Ye Zhen!
From across, there was a pause, "Does the Sun and Moon Divine Sect have.... the existence of a Soul Artifact?"
This question brought a hint of disdainful smile to Ye Zhen’s lips again.
The question posed by the person opposite was too weak.
Whether the Sun and Moon Divine Sect has Soul Artifacts is actually known by all major forces in Qinglan Martial City, especially since the shocking movent three months ago when Jian Qianxiong used the Sun and Moon Divine Altar couldn’t be concealed.
In other words, the person in front of him was using this question as a pretext, with the aim of rescuing the girl nad Weis Jingjing whom he had captured alive!
"Is this your level of intelligence?"
Ye Zhen sneered, his other hand suddenly grasped the right arm of the captive, Weis Jingjing, and shouted, "Now, I ask, you answer!
If you don’t answer or try to hide, it’s simple — I’ll give her a little punishnt!"
"You dare?" Yan Ping shouted angrily again, his eyes full of impatience, as he thought he could buy ti by casually making up a question, but Ye Zhen saw through it instantly.
Firstly, the ti given to him was too short. Secondly, as he was new to Qinglan Martial City, he was not too familiar with so matters.
"Who sent you here, or to which force do you belong? Hmm, five breaths of ti!" Ye Zhen held out five fingers toward the misty formation outside, then folded one finger, indicating one!
"If you’re smart, you’d better release Weis Jingjing imdiately, otherwise we’ll strike once and turn you to ashes instantly!"
"Your life is in my hands now, yet you still dare threaten ..."
Yan Ping uttered a lot of threatening words, but Ye Zhen’s counting fingers kept folding, and when Ye Zhen’s fifth finger folded, a flash of panic appeared in Yan Ping’s eyes!
"Longevity Sect, we are from Longevity..."
Rip!
The sound of sothing being forcibly torn echoed faintly.
With a gentle move, Ye Zhen tore off Weis Jingjing’s right arm held in his hand, and Weis Jingjing, who previously pretended to be Fengh Qingyue, her entire face twisted like a ferocious ghost.
But what’s more terrifying is, because Weis Jingjing was forcibly made to drink that glass of poison which made her as soft as noodles, apart from her eyeballs and facial muscles making slight movents, she couldn’t even make a sound.
The appearance of extre pain, yet unable to scream or struggle, was exceptionally terrifying!
Even the other three Martial Artists outside the formation gasped.
"You all are Establishnt Realm Kings, aren’t you? In the Longevity Sect, there aren’t any Establishnt Kings like you! So, poor evaluation!"
"Next, continue, who sent you here, or to which force do you belong? Hmm, sa five breaths of ti!"
Ye Zhen once again held out five fingers toward the formation outside, starting to count, while placing a hand on Weis Jingjing’s sturdy, long leg, the aning crystal clear.
This ti, Yan Ping beca completely flustered.
He also completely understood that Ye Zhen was not an easily fooled opponent, whereas Weis Jingjing...
Ye Zhen’s retrieving fingers were like a death talisman flashing before Yan Ping’s eyes, and when Ye Zhen’s fifth finger was drawn back, Yan Ping couldn’t help but roar madly, "I’ll tell, it’s the Yan family, we co from Xuantian Yan..."
"Rip!"
Before Yan Ping’s words were finished, the sound of tearing echoed again, and Weis Jingjing’s long, beautiful leg suddenly separated from her body, directly thrown by Ye Zhen onto the grass nearby, spraying blood everywhere.
Under the intense pain, it seed to weaken the effect of the drug inside Weis Jingjing, leaving the remaining torso struggling wildly, her eyes crazily looking outside the formation, able only to let out a sort of ee-ee ah-ah scream.
The sound drove Yan Ping outside the formation almost crazy!
"Bastard, I’ve answered you, why did you still act, why did you still act? You’re dishonorable!" Yan Ping roared toward the formation.
Yet Ye Zhen calmly snapped his fingers, shaking his head, "No, no, no, I’m very honorable!"
"Then why, I answered, it’s true!" Looking at the extrely pained Weis Jingjing, Yan Ping heartbreakingly hamred his chest.
"Just overti! Said five breaths of ti, you were late. Next question, I hope you don’t make such a low-level mistake again!"
"How many people did Xuantian Yan family send this ti? Oh, this ti, the limit is three breaths!" Saying this, Ye Zhen held up three fingers toward the outside! (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian for reading.)
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