Chapter 1624 - 1500: Grief
If it were a normal recovery, it would take several years. Even with an elixir from the Ancient Martial World, it wouldn’t be so easily restored.
On the Futu Sword, Ye Qingfeng’s speed increased and reached its limit, like a fiery red lightning shooting rapidly through the sky.
In his heart, there was a vague unease; it came from the unease within his divine soul, a benefit from the peak cultivation of his past life.
He could sense a trace of karma.
This was the power of the soul; even reincarnating, Ye Qingfeng had mastered the force of karma.
Previously, Ye Qingfeng’s coldness towards Dugu Xiao came from being in a hurry, while that guy was entangled in trying to spar with him.
If it weren’t for wanting to quickly return to East River City, Ye Qingfeng would’ve pursued to kill Dugu Xiao and his Protector.
"Boom!"
Even though Kong Ningshuang used her strongest move, exchanging life for life, she was already repelled by Ma Gu, with huge waves surging crazily around.
"Ningshuang, though your talent is terrifying, you’re younger than me and not my opponent." Ma Gu held a long spear and shook his head slightly.
Ma Gu, with the strength of a Half-step War Emperor, his combat power even approaching an Intermediate War Emperor.
Whereas Kong Ningshuang was only a High-level War King.
"Ma Gu, you will die, I guarantee it!" Kong Ningshuang stared at Ma Gu with a stirring killing intent in her eyes!
"I don’t fear your hatred, as long as you can remember me! As for dying, even if your entire Immortal Heart Sect were to act, do you think you could kill me?" Ma Gu sneered coldly.
"Someone will surely cut you down!"
"You’re talking about that young man." Ma Gu sneered, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "The one I happened to save, named Ye Qingfeng."
"Ridiculous, do you think a young man from the mundane world could shake our entire Luosheng Sect?"
"They say love can make a person foolish. Have you become this naive since you fancied that Ye Qingfeng?"
White clothes fluttered; Kong Ningshuang’s eyes flared a coldness from deep within, piercingly chill, "You will regret it, I promise!"
"Young master, we should go now. This is a peerless genius; other sects of the Four Directions Pavilion are also coveting, we must leave swiftly to avoid further trouble!"
Just then, Elder Pan spoke from the side.
"Alright, let’s go!"
Ma Gu sneered lightly and said, and Elder Pan hesitated no longer, leading Ma Gu to fly straight into the sky.
"In this world, there hasn’t been anything that makes me, Ma Gu, regret!"
Cold and arrogant words came from afar.
Kong Ningshuang was not a War Emperor Warrior; she could no longer catch up.
An hour passed.
The sky was somewhat gloomy.
After flying into East River City, Ye Qingfeng felt increasingly uneasy in his heart, as if something had shattered inside.
Was it Shui Yiyi? Or Ye Bufan?
Above Sky No.1 Villa, Ye Qingfeng’s divine sense frantically expanded, touching his villa.
It had already become ruins.
Ye Qingfeng’s heart trembled violently.
In the villa’s courtyard, a figure appeared ethereal and transcendent, standing still.
She wore fluttering white clothes, her black hair like ink, and her fair skin more smooth than milk, like an unparalleled fairy.
At this moment, a trace of sadness appeared on this delicate face, seemingly losing her soul, an indescribable sorrow.
Underneath her was another woman, with a fresh and elegant demeanor like a daffodil, untouched by dust.
She was covered in blood, laying on the ground, her eyes gently closed, as if asleep.
"Yiyi, it’s me, forgive me!"
Kong Ningshuang uttered a few words, as if speaking to herself.
It was her, who failed to protect Shui Yiyi; Ma Gu was from the Ancient Martial World, so was she; it was people from the Ancient Martial World who killed Shui Yiyi, she also bore responsibility.
At this time, a red-glowed breeze, a figure like lightning descended.
A tall and slender young man.
Kong Ningshuang’s expression moved slightly.
"Who is it?"
Ye Qingfeng’s voice was calm, like millennial cold ice, without a trace of emotion.
"Ye Qingfeng, sorry, it’s all my fault, it’s me..." The moment she saw Ye Qingfeng, Kong Ningshuang felt a pang of guilt.
Even though Shui Yiyi’s death had nothing to do with her, she already felt guilty and frightened!
"Tell me, who is it!"
Boom!
Ye Qingfeng’s voice abruptly raised, and suddenly, killing intent emerged, a sky-covering killing intent, as if material, enveloped the entire villa.
Even Kong Ningshuang found it hard to breathe!
"Ma Gu, Ma Gu of Luosheng Sect, the one who drove Wan Potian away from your company that day!" Kong Ningshuang hastily exclaimed.
"Die! He must die!"
Killing intent boiling, Ye Qingfeng only felt a surge of hot blood burning in his heart, it was anger, it was fury, wanting to burn his entire body.
A red glow suddenly flashed from Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.
His fists tightened, making a "crack crack" sound, seemingly about to crush all his fingers.
"Ye Qingfeng..." Kong Ningshuang didn’t know what to say, her expression somewhat hesitant.
"Leave!"
Cold words uttered, Ye Qingfeng remained absolutely calm, looking at the delicate body on the ground, that familiar face, squatting down, he slowly held her.
"I’m sorry, I couldn’t save Yiyi; her internal organs were damaged by spiritual power, I couldn’t save her!"
Kong Ningshuang spoke again.
Ye Qingfeng held the beauty in his arms, her elegant face, gently closed eyes, visible slender eyelashes, yet, they would never tremble again.
She seemed to have just fallen asleep.
Beside Shui Yiyi, there was a line written in blood.
"Ye Qingfeng, your medicinal herbs were taken by that person, I couldn’t keep them, I’m sorry.
I know, they must be very important to you.
So, I quietly used my body to press down on the last herb.
I hope it’s still useful for you!"
Ye Qingfeng lifted Shui Yiyi’s body; beneath her was indeed a completely snow-white Ice Condensing Strange Yin Grass.
Ye Qingfeng’s body trembled.
On the brink of death, Shui Yiyi’s concern was quietly using her own body, to leave him an Ice Condensing Strange Yin Grass.
How could you be so foolish!
Ye Qingfeng’s heart felt torn apart; these medicinal herbs, they’re no longer important to me!
You are what’s most important!
In his space ring, he had dozens of spiritual medicines; Ice Condensing Strange Yin Grass was truly not important to Ye Qingfeng!
Taking the Ice Condensing Strange Yin Grass, Ye Qingfeng tightly grasped it; the snow-white herb had half of red, that was Shui Yiyi’s blood.
Looking at it quietly, Ye Qingfeng only felt his blood continuously boiling.
Pain!
As if a thousand steel needles pierced Ye Qingfeng’s heart, his heart seemed stabbed, his divine soul seemingly scorched by foreign fire!
Why, why are you so foolish!