After Changing to the Ruthless Way, the Brothers Cried and Begged for Forgiveness-Chapter 469: Fei Hong, You Broke the Rules
Ancestor Fei Hong could no longer bear it, he gave a heavy snort.
Ancestor Sui Bian pressed the advantage and was about to say more when a black shadow fell from the sky, pierced through the vines, and slammed into the ground with a bang. His gaze shifted, the big front teeth he had just tucked away were once again bared to the air.
At that moment, all the vines on the ground vanished, turning into a single seed that floated in midair. Ripples visible to the naked eye spread across the empty sky, a palm slowly reached out of that strange fluctuation and gathered the seed into its grasp. Then Yu Zhao’s figure surfaced out of the void.
Yu Zhao stood in the center of the dueling platform without a scratch, while Du Wu Xiang was on one knee, breath ragged; the outcome was obvious.
The crowd erupted inwardly; yet for the sake of Ancestor Fei Hong’s face they dared not voice their shock, and could only trade glances.
“Fei Hong, about this…” Ancestor Sui Bian could not hold down the curl at the corner of his mouth.
Ancestor Fei Hong’s face froze over: “The match is not over.”
Ancestor Sui Bian’s eyes bulged. [Since when did this old lad learn to lie with his eyes open? It’s all so clear and he’s still putting up a front. Honestly… wait—no, something’s off!] He sharply looked to Yu Zhao and Du Wu Xiang.
Yu Zhao’s fingers, which had been closed, suddenly burst apart for no reason at all. Thick blood sprayed like fireworks, flesh spattered, and a suffocating reek of iron flooded out. Before he could recover from that bloody shock, a black shadow shot out of the gore like a ghost. In the next instant a large hand clamped Yu Zhao by the throat, then wrenched forward with explosive force. Her feet left the ground; like a kite with a cut string she was dragged wherever that shadow moved, scraping a line of blood across the floor.
That black shadow was none other than Du Wu Xiang.
Ancestor Sui Bian almost bit his tongue in fright. This was Du Wu Xiang—then the one kneeling moments ago… an Illusion Arts clone?
Ancestor Fei Hong’s complexion shifted from gloom to light. Ancestor Sui Bian cast him a sideways look; he seemed to say nothing, and yet it was as if he had said a thousand words.
The other Elders collectively exhaled. Now the situation finally matched their expectations.
Du Wu Xiang gripped Yu Zhao’s throat with one hand. With the other he reached behind and, when his palm came forward again, a crystal-clear ice needle lay on it: “Yu Zhao, you lost.” With cold malice flashing in his eyes, he stabbed for her temple.
“Heh.” A cold scoff sounded by his ear.
Du Wu Xiang sensed something, his eyes flew wide with fear, and the Yu Zhao in his grasp melted into a puddle of blood that poured through his fingers. At the same time a huge force seized his hand and wrenched his strike backward; the ice needle plunged straight toward the space between his own brows.
“Stop!” The shout fell, Du Wu Xiang’s body was flung backward, and the ice needle in his hand shattered with a crack into powder and vanished. Yu Zhao staggered and revealed herself, stepping out of the void.
“Fei Hong, you actually interfered in a match between juniors! Shame on you!” Ancestor Sui Bian, livid, swung a fist at Ancestor Fei Hong’s ancient face without a second thought.
Perhaps feeling guilty, Ancestor Fei Hong did not counter; he raised a shield and blocked. When his punch met resistance, Ancestor Sui Bian grew even angrier and was about to add a few more when Elder Qun Fang caught his sleeve: “Sui Bian.”
Breathing hard, Ancestor Sui Bian looked at Elder Qun Fang. Meeting that faintly pleading gaze, he softened despite himself: “Qun Fang, for your sake I won’t touch him, but he owes me an explanation!”
“I will handle it,” Elder Qun Fang agreed at once.
By then Du Wu Xiang and Yu Zhao had come forward and stood before everyone. “Father, I am sorry,” Du Wu Xiang bowed his head, voice trembling; each word seemed to squeeze past his teeth. Not only had he lost, he had forced his father to stain his reputation to save him. He wished he could crawl into a crack in the earth.
Ancestor Sui Bian didn’t spare him a glance; he reached out, pulled Yu Zhao in front of him, and looked her over: “You’re not hurt?”
Yu Zhao shook her head: “Ancestor Fei Hong is a senior; he held back.”
Seeing her safe and steady, Ancestor Sui Bian immediately had the leisure to make trouble for Ancestor Fei Hong again. But Elder Qun Fang spoke first, displeasure in her tone: “Fei Hong, you broke the rules.”
“This time Wu Xiang lost the match. I let fatherly concern make me forget the proper bounds; I am willing to make amends,” Ancestor Fei Hong said crisply before so many eyes, wearing the right shade of apology.
Ancestor Sui Bian snorted twice. A few words to take the matter and tuck it away? Not that easy.
“By chance, Yu Zhao also cultivates the Illusion path. I have a magic tool to gift her,” Ancestor Fei Hong added.
“What is it? Ordinary tools won’t catch Yu Zhao’s eye!” Ancestor Sui Bian said.
“She should like this.” Ancestor Fei Hong stirred a thought.
A pair of silver bells appeared in the sun before them. They gleamed with a chill light; delicate bells etched with faint lines that were like mountains and rivers, like the tracks of the stars. A breeze slipped by, the bells brushed and chimed, their clear tone ethereal and remote, with a bewitching pull, as if the sound could burrow through the ear straight into the soul.
Du Wu Xiang’s head snapped up, face flushing; he opened his mouth but swallowed the words.
Ancestor Sui Bian’s eye was razor-sharp; his hand shot out, and he snatched the bells, clamping them tight. He cleared his throat: “Ahem. Since you admit fault, then for old times’ sake we won’t pursue it. This match goes to Yu Zhao; she will represent the Lingyin Sect in the sect debate.”
“Naturally.” Ancestor Fei Hong dipped his head, then turned to Elder Qun Fang: “With Sui Bian and Yu Zhao here, my son and I will not linger to disturb you further. We take our leave.”
“Fei Hong…” Elder Qun Fang began.
“Please stay.” Ancestor Fei Hong smiled faintly and, without a pause, led Du Wu Xiang down the mountain.
Elder Qun Fang glanced at Ancestor Sui Bian, uncertain. Ancestor Sui Bian waved carelessly: “Go on, go.”
Grateful, Elder Qun Fang nodded and flashed after them. The Heng Nan Sect Master and the other Elders traded looks, at a loss, and Ancestor Sui Bian shooed them off as well.
When they were gone, he thrust the bells into Yu Zhao’s hands, eyebrows dancing: “Now this is a fine thing. Fei Hong really took a loss this time, hahahaha.” Just thinking of Ancestor Fei Hong’s expression earlier made him want to laugh.
Yu Zhao received the two bells and immediately imprinted her own Divine Sense upon them. The bells’ information flowed into her Sea of Consciousness: this pair was called the Soulcalling Bells. Driven by Soul Force, they could confuse the mind and unsettle the will, and if worn on one’s person they also served as a warning. Beyond that, they had a special function: Message Transmission. Even separated by ten million li, the two bells could communicate without obstacle, and each could locate the other’s position.
Chapter 469: Fei Hong, You Broke the Rules
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