Chapter 1649 - 1525: Ling Yanchen
The Judge Lei Bao, heavily injured, drained of blood, nearly dead!
"How is this possible, was it really done by a young man in his early twenties?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this is too devilish, how can a martial artist from the secular world be so devilish, is this a Heavenly God descending?"
"What, was it Ye Qingfeng from Panwu Land before? I even searched for him on behalf of the Soul Devouring Hall, luckily, I didn’t encounter him, otherwise, I’d surely be dead now!"
Martial artists in the Ancient Martial World were all shaken, terrified, and some even broke out in cold sweat, feeling immensely fortunate.
Among them were people who had tried to hunt down Ye Qingfeng, and at this moment, they were extremely fearful, filled with deep terror.
Undoubtedly, Ye Qingfeng’s reputation spread throughout the Ancient Martial World. War Emperor strong people from over a dozen sects died at his hands, making Ye Qingfeng the enemy of nearly half of the Ancient Martial World.
And killing the Captain of the Good and Evil Envoys was a provocation to the entire Ancient Martial World!
"This time Ye Qingfeng is doomed, no matter how devilish he is, offending the Good and Evil Envoys is ultimately a dead end!"
"What a pity, having all that strength but no cunning or skills, not knowing when to advance or retreat, wasting all that talent for nothing!"
Everyone shook their heads feeling sorry for Ye Qingfeng; of course, many sects were extremely indifferent, hating Ye Qingfeng to the core, eager for the Good and Evil Envoys to kill Ye Qingfeng immediately.
However, soon, news spread out.
Ye Qingfeng, dead!
Yes, the head of the Divine Guard struck personally and killed Ye Qingfeng; this exceptionally talented devil has ultimately fallen.
There was a stir in the Ancient Martial World, no one expected Ye Qingfeng to die so easily.
"What a pity, he ultimately died, such an earth-shattering talent, an unparalleled genius; if he could have survived, his future achievements would be unimaginable!"
"Heh heh, it’s all his own doing, cold-blooded and heartless, such a person would have been a disaster for our Ancient Martial World had he lived!"
The remarks spread in the Ancient Martial World, as they stepped into the transmission array, returning to the Ancient Martial World.
And this news would surely continue to circulate in the Ancient Martial World, many sects yet to come out, this battle would create a significant stir in the entire Ancient Martial World.
A legendary battle!
In other words, even if Ye Qingfeng died, the Ancient Martial World would have his legends.
Of course, in those legends, Ye Qingfeng’s image would likely not be good, mostly seen as a monstrous criminal committing heinous acts!
Who knows how much time has passed, Ye Qingfeng finally slowly opened his eyes.
Ye Qingfeng began to ponder, recalling, gradually remembering falling down with Kong Ningshuang.
"Unexpectedly, Kong Ningshuang would risk herself to save me, is it because of Shui Yiyi?" Ye Qingfeng lightly murmured.
But now, around him, there was emptiness, where was Kong Ningshuang?
Ye Qingfeng surveyed his surroundings; it was a clay house, appeared rather shabby, but fortunately still relatively clean.
Where is this place?
Ye Qingfeng frowned, unfortunately, after using Daylight Slash multiple times, his Divine Sense was already overloaded, temporarily unable to use it.
"Little brother, you’re awake?" At this moment, a voice with slight delight sounded.
Ye Qingfeng looked up and saw a delicate girl walk in.
Ye Qingfeng was slightly startled.
This girl he knew, or rather, had seen before.
She was once, in East River City, wanting to sell herself to Ye Qingfeng, offering twenty thousand yuan for sale.
However, in the end, Ye Qingfeng showed kindness for the first time, giving this girl fifty thousand yuan at once.
Later, when picking up Professor Tian Shi from the hospital, Ye Qingfeng had that fat man help this girl pay her father’s medical bills, and even sent a bottle of elixir.
Unexpectedly, encountering this girl here.
"Little brother, you’ve been unconscious for a week, scared me to death, everyone thought you were dead, fortunately, you finally woke up!"
The little girl approached, smiling gently.
Her eyes were very beautiful, like crescent moons in the sky, paired with that subtle smile, dimples appeared on her small face, extremely cute.
Though dressed plainly, it couldn’t hide the little girl’s natural beauty.
"Come, open your mouth, quickly drink the herbal medicine." The little girl brought over a bowl of black herbal medicine, emitting a foul smell.
"No need, I don’t need it!" Ye Qingfeng shook his head directly.
This little herbal medicine is useless to him; he only needs to wait for natural recovery.
"Little brother, are you afraid of bitterness?" The little girl immediately showed a smile, her eyes bright, looking extremely cute.
"Don’t be afraid, I have rock candy in my room, after you drink the medicine, I’ll feed you a piece of rock candy."
Eating rock candy...
Ye Qingfeng was speechless inside, was this treating him like a child?
He wasn’t afraid of bitterness; it’s just that the herbal medicine is useful for ordinary people, not for him.
Ye Qingfeng’s mouth twitched, his body moved, intending to get up.
"Hiss—"
Ye Qingfeng took a sharp breath, with just a slight movement, it felt like his bones were about to break, his bloodline and energy surged chaotically.
Pain intolerable, Ye Qingfeng broke out in cold sweat directly.
"Ah, little brother, don’t move, your injuries aren’t healed yet." The little girl worriedly exclaimed, quickly saying, "Hurry and drink the medicine."
The little girl’s commanding tone was quite cute.
But Ye Qingfeng was the Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable, extremely indifferent, no one could command him, how could he listen to a little girl’s instructions and do useless work?
In the end—
Under Ye Qingfeng’s desperate resistance, the little girl pinched Ye Qingfeng’s mouth and poured the herbal medicine in.
"What’s your name?" After drinking the medicine, Ye Qingfeng asked.
Ye Qingfeng was someone who held grudges; getting the name first was good for revenge.
"I’m Ling Yanchen!" The little girl said.
Ye Qingfeng had quietly memorized this name, awaiting revenge.
"Little brother, how about you?" Ling Yanchen asked.
"Me?" Ye Qingfeng was slightly dazed, then said, "Feng Qingye."
"Feng Qingye? Such a strange name." Ling Yanchen said with slight surprise.
Indeed, in modern society, the surname Feng had almost disappeared.
"Little brother, you rest first, I’ll go cook."
Ling Yanchen got up and walked out of the room.
Ye Qingfeng slightly frowned, as if Ling Yanchen hadn’t recognized him.
He had told Ling Yanchen his name was Ye Qingfeng.
He turned his head slightly, seeing a mirror, and understood the reason.
At this moment, he was completely disheveled, covered in wounds, looking like a beggar.
Unlike his previously refined self, there’s a world of difference, no wonder Ling Yanchen couldn’t recognize him.