Feng Yun’s gaze turned cold, staring at Yin Yunxiao like a venomous snake watching its prey near a trap.
He imdiately began to plot.
He chuckled lightly, with a hint of amusent, saying: "Oh? Don’t rush to act. Tell , what did I do first?"
Yin Yunxiao’s icy gaze pierced Feng Yun, gritting his teeth: "Yes, yes, it’s precisely your aura. That superior, dismissive attitude—Feng Yun, your pretentiousness is impeccable, and pretending to be oblivious is equally convincing."
Feng Yun chuckled gracefully, shaking his head: "Care to clarify? With so many people here, are you afraid I’ll deny it? Share it, let everyone know how I supposedly did this first."
Yin Yunxiao took a deep breath, extended his hand, and declared word by word: "Feng Yun, I’m giving you a chance. Return the Spiritual dicine you’ve stolen from our Underworld!"
Jiang Bihuai and others were taken aback, turning their gaze to Feng Yun.
Feng Yun actually robbed Yin Yunxiao? That’s big news!
"Oh, seems soone frad , pretending to use my na?"
Yin Yunxiao indeed didn’t make a move, reassuring Feng Yun and allowing him to strategize more calmly.
Feng Yun smiled, looking down at Yin Yunxiao: "So, you’ve been robbed? Yin Yunxiao, as the Underworld Saint Child and a Jianghu expert, you’re known for conniving and robbing others, yet you were robbed yourself? That’s truly unusual."
His words were like resounding slaps, echoing on Yin Yunxiao’s face.
Yin Yunxiao’s face turned red, eyes flickering with blood, saying: "Feng Yun, simply using words to mock others isn’t considered classy, is it? I ask you, will you return it or not?"
Behind him, twenty-six Underworld Disciples exuded a Ghostly Aura, readying to fight.
Feng Yun rely glanced, saying: "How can you be sure it was I who robbed you? As long as you provide evidence or witnesses, everything can be resolved."
To unearth the person causing chaos from the shadows, and for his own sche, Feng Yun didn’t mind offering Yin Yunxiao so Heavenly Treasures.
Because the person lurking is considered the most dangerous by Feng Yun.
The reason being: Yin Yunxiao, although narrow-minded, ruthless, selfish, and arrogant with endless flaws, is definitely not a fool.
If soone framing ordinary Sect disciples wasn’t botherso enough for Feng Yun, the ability to deceive soone of Yin Yunxiao’s stature is concerning. This implies the impersonation has reached a seamless level—which is what Feng Yun fears most.
Yin Yunxiao, however, was never a concern for Feng Yun.
So, understanding this matter was his priority, but leading Yin Yunxiao into a trap in the process was also paramount.
Yin Yunxiao laughed angrily: "Feng Yun, do you think what you did is seamless? Do you think I can’t produce evidence?"
Feng Yun shook his head: "I don’t think that way, but you ca to bother without any evidence. Don’t say I’m unreasonable, but even when reasonable, your claims alone can’t decide everything, right?"
He sneered: "If you claim I stole from you, should I then provide a pile of Heavenly Treasures? What if I said you stole from ? Would you have to return it then?"
He displayed a mocking smile: "Ultimately, for the shaless, saying and doing anything is feasible; compared to the vast Heavenly Treasures, what does a face matter? Isn’t that right, Yin Yunxiao?"
Yin Yunxiao trembled with rage.
Eyes almost bulging out.
Consud by anger.
Yet, evidence, he truly lacked!
Even Fang Che, who impersonated Feng Yun, had none.
But Yin Yunxiao remained convinced.
"It’s you! That lifeless deanor, superior tone, indifferent voice, commanding authority—a prestige and presence unmatched by others in the entire Yin Yang Realm!"
Other Underworld Disciples, even Sect disciples, nodded in agreent.
Indeed, Feng Yun’s regal deanor and authoritative aura are hard to imitate!
Feng Yun frowned.
He instantly understood. The aura, accent, montum, deanor—imitated so well that even Yin Yunxiao couldn’t distinguish.
Thus, although Yin Yunxiao had no evidence, explaining it was futile—though he didn’t wish to explain.
Who could it be?
Feng Yun eyed all the leaders, assessing them.
Musing: "Saint Yin’s praise is quite high. Does even the esteed Heavenly Palace Young Palace Master Jiang Bihuai rank beneath in deanor and presence? Aren’t you risking offense?"
Indeed, Feng Yun’s pri suspect was Jiang Bihuai.
Their similarities were apparent: both lofty, both composed.
Though Jiang Bihuai was slightly inexperienced and imposing.
While Feng Yun was already composed, like an unfathomable wave crashing upon the mountains.
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