Everyone knows the reason behind this.
It’s because of the words Bei Zhen said when Fang Che registered initially. It mocked Fang Che but more so Duan Xiyang.
At that ti, Duan Xiyang was still under the identity of Nanshan Su and let it go with just a minor punishnt for the big offense.
But who knew it wasn’t over?
Duan Xiyang rembered the resentnt so well.
In the end, because of those words, it cost the lives of two elders from Ziyi Palace!
For Ziyi Palace, this was a huge loss. And now, the bla can only fall on Bei Zhen!
Even if he can’t bear it, he must!
The team leader, Lv Zheng, looked at Bei Zhen with an expression as if he wanted to eat him.
Cold sweat kept pouring from his forehead!
His heart was filled with endless fear, with his heart still in his throat, endlessly grateful: Fortunately, I’ve already been punished by Duan Xiyang in the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower, otherwise today... I’d be lying on the ground!
Thinking this, he bit his teeth even harder, his gaze filled with hate, Bei Zhen! Damn you!
Bei Zhen’s face was pale, his body trembling. He now had only one thought: it’d be better dead, once and for all.
People from the Outer World Mountain Sect’s backs slowly vanished into the mountains, disappearing in the sunset.
A sense of indescribable desolation.
Hundreds of miles away from where Duan Xiyang departed.
Atop the mountain.
Yan Beihan used Cold Spiritual Energy to wash clean the True Soul Yin Yang Root Fang Che had given him, snapping off a piece with a loud "crack" from the root.
With a small mouthful, he bit off a piece.
Sweet and crisp.
Crunch crunch...
Yan Beihan ate with effort. One piece after another.
Feng Yun watched heart-wrenchingly from the side: "Little Han... This, combined with other dicines, could make many batches of Elixir Pills... Though eating raw has the best effect, it’s too wasteful after all..."
"Get lost!"
Yan Beihan rudely cursed back: "Since you know that eating raw is best, why are you bothering about how I eat my things? Is this yours or the sect’s? As if I asked for it?"
"..."
Feng Yun sighed.
Crunch.
Yan Beihan snapped off another piece, took a small mouthful, crunch crunch.
Feng Yun advised: "Even if this is useful, should you really eat it all in one day? It’s about a thousand pounds, are you planning on eating it all by yourself?"
"Of course, don’t bother !"
Yan Beihan stubbornly replied: "Besides, once this thing is snapped open, the juice inside starts oozing out constantly, how can I not finish eating it? How much benefits would evaporate in one day?"
Feng Yun had nothing left to say: "..."
Sigh, suit yourself.
...
Xue Fuxiao left with Dongyun Yu and Fang Che.
Feng Yunqi, with thick skin, tagged along.
"Let’s find a place, and we can have a chat first."
Feng Yunqi suggested several tis.
Xue Fuxiao directly led the four on a rapid journey to the cave created by Jun Lin’s spear.
"Brother Qi, what’s your real surna, Tian or Feng?"
"Feng. My mother’s surna is Tian. When I debuted in Jianghu, I always used the na Tian Xiaqi. Later I got the nickna Feng Yunqi; I found it matched my original surna, so I just accepted it. After so many years, I’m used to both nas."
"I see, what’s your real na then?"
"...Can you not ask?"
"Hey, among us old brothers, what are you afraid of? Afraid to say your real na?"
"...Feng Yingjun."
"Pfff... Hahaha cough cough hahaha... "
Xue Fuxiao couldn’t help but choke on laughter, bursting into laughter.
"I knew it..."
Feng Yunqi muttered, his face full of grievance: "I knew you’d react like this... You guys never know how to leave soone a shred of dignity..."
Xue Fuxiao said: "Gotta say Brother Qi, this na is pretty good... Just looking at it says ’handso’, indeed it’s accurate haha..."
Feng Yunqi tiredly said: "Let’s not talk about this..."
"Alright alright, Feng Yingjun haha... Good ol’ ’Yingjun’, sounds pretty nice."
Feng Yunqi’s face darkened, deeply regretting.
Why did I say my na to him? I clearly planned to take it to the grave...
Speaking, they arrived at the cave entrance.
"Yingjun... you wanted to find a place to discuss things, what exactly?" Xue Fuxiao said with a smirk.
"If you call that again, I’m turning around and leaving! Damn it I’ll manage without your Guardians!"
Feng Yunqi exploded.
"Alright, Brother Qi... pfff hahaha... "
"...You!"
"Brother Qi, Brother Qi... Don’t be angry, I won’t bring it up again... Is that okay, Yingjun?"
"..."
Feng Yunqi was so angry he felt all disoriented, even his beard was askew, staring with eyes as if about to eat soone.
It took a while for him to calm down, just breathing hard.
He saw Xue Fuxiao placing the three of them together, before retreating so distance with him, setting up a soundproof barrier to speak, slightly easing his anger.
Xue Fuxiao indeed still had so sense.
"Is it still about the Sixth Fang?" Xue Fuxiao asked.
"Of course, beyond his matter, do you care about anything else?"
Feng Yunqi replied in frustration: "Dongfang Sansan actually ca up with a good idea, had him exhaust his last breath of Essence Qi, use Origin to stimulate potential, seeking life from death, experiencing the Emotion Tribulation in the world, fine, he ran out shadowlessly, returns half-dead, and even shattered my last piece of Heavenly chanism Jade..."
Feng Yunqi said gloomily: "Initially, Dongfang Sansan promised to take responsibility for this."
Xue Fuxiao was also gloomy: "Since Sansan said he’d take responsibility, then we will definitely be responsible. But whether this will succeed or not... we’re uncertain too, what with the Sixth Fang and you recklessly acting, can it be good? That kind of injury inflicted by the Heavenly Dao, could mortal power handle it?"
Feng Yunqi angrily shouted: "What do you an by recklessly acting? Had Dongfang Sansan not been ambitious, wanting to defy heaven, control various Cloud List checks globally, would the Sixth Fang suffer such severe harm? Initially, in terms of strength, Sixth Fang was among the top three on the Cloud Weapon List, why did he get hurt so badly, do you Guardians have no clue?"
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