Chapter 7: Ten Thousand Bodies Cannot Invade, Suppressing the Saint Body

Chapter 7: Ten Thousand Bodies Cannot Invade, Suppressing the Saint Body

Qin Xuan's commotion drew the attention of more and more Disciples of the Yaochi Sacred Land.

"Isn't that Ye Feng, an Inner Sect Disciple from Thunder Prison Peak? He always seemed decent enough before, so why is he picking a fight with Fairy Qingxue's official fiancé this time?"

"What's so hard to understand? It's nothing more than him liking Fairy Qingxue and not wanting her fiancé to get there first."

"He is really overstepping his bounds."

"..."

The murmurs of the Holy Land Disciples made Ye Feng feel like he was sitting on needles.

He clenched his iron fists, gritted his teeth, glared at Qin Xuan, and shouted angrily, "Stop spouting nonsense! I am doing this to protect Fairy Qingxue's reputation!"

"Fairy Qingxue has a cold temperament, and Qingxue Pavilion has always forbidden men from entering. Even if you want to enter, you must obtain Fairy Qingxue's personal permission. Otherwise, a man and a woman alone together, what kind of decorum is that?"

Seeing the crowd gathering, Qin Xuan turned his head unhurriedly and asked with amusement, "Didn't you just say you had to allow it? Besides, how do you know I didn't get Mu Qingxue's consent?"

"Looking at your attitude, it's like I'm an adulterer caught in bed by the official fiancé."

"You say Qingxue Pavilion is never open to outsiders. With so many people watching here, let me ask you one thing: have you, Ye Feng, ever been inside this Qingxue Pavilion?"

Qin Xuan sneered in his heart. Ye Feng's excuses were just made up on the spot. Although Mu Qingxue was cold by nature, she wouldn't have zero interaction with her fellow Disciples.

In the outer pavilion of Qingxue Pavilion, there were still times she drank tea and exchanged cultivation insights with fellow Disciples.

Ye Feng said loudly and righteously, "I only entered Qingxue Pavilion to have a cup of tea with Fairy Qingxue's permission. I act upright and sit straight; I can withstand any scrutiny!"

Mu Qingxue had always been indifferent and had no intention of looking for a Dao Companion. When he was with Mu Qingxue, he always kept a certain distance and only discussed cultivation matters. How could there be any inappropriate actions?

Slap!

Catching the opportunity, Qin Xuan stepped forward and slapped Ye Feng across the face, making his head buzz.

"Still daring to be stubborn? My fiancée adheres strictly to the ways of a virtuous woman. You, a young man full of desire, alone with my fiancée in a pavilion—what are your intentions?"

He threw a heavy accusation at him, "Taking advantage of when I, her fiancé, am not around, you repeatedly seduce my fiancée."

"No wonder Mu Qingxue mentioned your name, Ye Feng, repeatedly on the way here. So, the two of you have long harbored secret feelings for each other!"

On the way here, he hadn't even spoken more than a few words to Mu Qingxue.

Naturally, it was impossible for her to mention Ye Feng.

Qin Xuan said this deliberately, merely to add weight to the self-righteous chips in Ye Feng's mind.

To make him feel that Mu Qingxue had feelings for him.

To make him increasingly unwilling to accept the situation, impulsive, and subsequently act irrationally.

Ye Feng's face burned with pain after being slapped twice, but his heart felt sweet.

Just as he had expected, Mu Qingxue also harbored secret feelings for him.

Because of this, he could not tolerate Mu Qingxue and Qin Xuan being in the same room even more.

This engagement must be broken.

At all costs, he, Ye Feng, would possess Mu Qingxue!

Taking advantage of the moment Ye Feng was lost in his own reverie, Qin Xuan stepped forward decisively and slapped that swollen cheek again, coldly snorting, "Remember your status. You and Mu Qingxue are merely fellow Disciples! But I am her fiancé, her future husband!"

He turned his head, strode towards Qingxue Pavilion, and his voice, meant to kill and condemn the heart, drifted lightly into Ye Feng's ears, "If you recognize your status and treat me with respect, in the future, it's not impossible for me to let the child of mine and Qing Xue call you Junior Martial Uncle."

Boom!

The sentence was like a thunderbolt striking his head.

The rage in Ye Feng's chest shot straight to his crown.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Qin Xuan's back.

Thinking that this Qin Xuan might one day be on top of the Fairy Qingxue he dreamed of day and night.

The fierce glint of malice made him unable to endure any longer.

"Qin Xuan, the words of parents and the arrangement of matchmakers—that set is already outdated! Qing Xue has her own choices; she has the right to choose her future husband."

Ye Feng's entire body erupted with cracking sounds like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

He could tell that the Qin Xuan in front of him had a higher Realm than him, with cultivation in the Supernatural Realm.

Even so, he was not afraid at all.

Possessing the Wind-Thunder Saint Body, he was capable of fighting against the Supernatural Realm.

Today, he must prove himself!

The watching Holy Land Disciples, seeing Ye Feng reveal his Saint Body, all had eyes full of envy.

"That is the Wind-Thunder Saint Body, allowing Ye Feng to fight against the Supernatural Realm from the Peak of the Unity Realm!"

"It is precisely this Wind-Thunder Saint Body that once allowed Ye Feng, while at the Unity Realm, to kill three demonic cultivators at the third level of the Supernatural Realm."

"This Qin Xuan is going to be in trouble!"

Ye Feng's Yuan Qi surged around him; with every gesture, gales howled, and the power of thunder crackled.

Holy Land Disciples within several miles hurriedly circulated their Yuan Qi to resist.

Those with low cultivation, merely facing the aftermath of the Wind-Thunder Saint Body, were shaken until their faces turned red.

"I said before, you cannot enter Qingxue Pavilion without Fairy Qingxue's permission."

"You turned a deaf ear to my warnings. Today, I will let you know the consequences of not listening."

Ye Feng struck decisively, showing no mercy.

He was suppressing Qin Xuan, and even more so, taking revenge for the three slaps earlier.

Leaving only an afterimage in place, Ye Feng had already lunged in front of Qin Xuan, punching out with expanding Yuan Qi.

Gales howled, and thunder exploded.

This punch from Ye Feng at the Peak of the Unity Realm was enough to kill a third-level Supernatural Realm cultivator!

"Your temper is like a powder keg, igniting at the slightest touch. Truly worthy of being a Child of Luck. Pity you met me."

Qin Xuan turned around, wearing a gentle smile as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Looking at this earth-shattering punch aimed at his face, he swatted it away casually.

The moment his palm touched Ye Feng's arm, the Hongmeng Bone in his chest faintly bloomed with light. The gale and thunder power attached to the Wind-Thunder Saint Body vanished instantly upon touching Qin Xuan.

Without the boost of the Wind-Thunder Saint Body, Ye Feng was merely at the Peak of the Unity Realm, putting him at a disadvantage in terms of Realm.

Bang—

Qin Xuan slapped Ye Feng's fist away, raised his left hand, and cleanly and neatly gave Ye Feng another big slap, "I gave you face!"

"Impossible, how could this happen?"

Slap!

Qin Xuan raised his hand and slapped him again, "You filthy rat living in a dark ditch—I, the official fiancé, wasn't even holding it against you, yet you dare to attack me!"

Ye Feng's eyes widened, filled with unprecedented fear.

His Wind-Thunder Saint Body, which he had always been proud of, seemed to be suppressed; he couldn't mobilize it at all.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! You humiliate me in every way; today, I will never let you go."

Ye Feng roared out of control.

The power of thunder exploded continuously, and snakes of lightning surged around him.

Qin Xuan flashed over, appeared before Ye Feng, and grabbed his long hair. The crackling lightning snakes shattered instantly.

He raised his foot, took off his long boot, pulled Ye Feng's head in front of him, and repeatedly struck Ye Feng's face with the boot.

Slap, slap, slap—

"I'll show you 'impossible'."

"I'll show you 'never let me go'."

"Look at you, like someone who dropped their pants halfway and exposed you—how dare you clamor in front of me, Qin Xuan? If I don't show you some color, you really won't know your own weight!"

Bang—Qin Xuan punched, sending Ye Feng flying toward the area where the crowd was thickest, and rebuked coldly, "From now on, if I hear you have any dealings with my fiancée again, I will take your life!"

Ignoring the horrified gazes of the Holy Land Disciples, Qin Xuan turned and walked towards Qingxue Pavilion, full of anticipation in his heart.

He had deliberately set the stage and accompanied Ye Feng in a good show.

With so many onlookers, plus the Child of Luck's tendency to act arrogant, he had really messed up big time in front of so many people.

Ye Feng must be wishing he were dead.

The Villain Points he harvested should be quite a lot, right?