Chapter 1664 - 1540: Superstition
Ling Yanchen’s face grew even paler. Could Brother Feng really be this cruel and bloodthirsty, having killed so many people? Is he truly a Great Demon?
"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately!" a police officer shouted sternly.
They were also astounded, having never witnessed such a bloody scene before. This young man, could he have killed so many people?
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s body slightly paused. His complexion turned even paler, looking utterly powerless.
"Brother Feng!" Ling Yanchen immediately called out with some distress.
"Yan Chen, why do you still care about him? He killed so many people; he must be an astonishing Demon. We need to leave quickly!" Zhou Peng hurriedly shouted, trying to pull Ling Yanchen away.
"Brother Feng is seriously injured. He’s definitely experiencing a flare-up of his injuries right now. If he doesn’t rest, he will certainly die!" Ling Yanchen said anxiously, a pained look on her pretty face.
She still remembered the deep scars on Ye Qingfeng’s otherwise perfect physique, his body covered in terrifying scars that nonetheless invoked sympathy.
"I told you to drop your weapon, immediately!" the same police officer shouted sternly. Ye Qingfeng still held the Futu Sword in his hand. Although its light and flames were suppressed, it still appeared remarkably mystical, with a chilling killing intent.
"I didn’t expect to pass out again. My injuries are indeed severe." Ye Qingfeng shook his head slightly. The battle at Miwu Mountain, where he forcibly activated the Divine Skills of the Devouring Sky Pearl, had cost him too much.
His wounds had only just begun to heal when he used the Heaven and Earth Power at the Moon Worship Sect, causing his injuries to worsen unexpectedly.
"But compared to the gains, these injuries are nothing much." Ye Qingfeng muttered softly.
A gleam flashed in his eyes as he sat up, slowly mobilizing the Heaven and Earth Power to repair his body. As long as the injuries healed, he would be able to further advance his power.
"Heavenly God, your clear water is here."
At this moment, a figure entered holding a bowl of clear water, but it wasn’t the young man from before; it was actually a girl.
Ye Qingfeng took the clear water and drank it. The girl stood at his side, staring blankly at Ye Qingfeng, as if scrutinizing him.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
"Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to see the Heavenly God." The girl seemed a bit scared and quickly shook her head.
"No need to call me Heavenly God. I am Feng Qingye. Since you saved me, I need to stay here for a dozen days to recover from my injuries." Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.
"Sure, Heavenl... Senior Feng, you can stay as long as you want." The girl immediately showed a happy expression.
Ye Qingfeng truly stayed at this sibling’s home as he needed a quiet place to heal.
Over these few days, Ye Qingfeng also learned the names of the siblings. The brother was called Yan Ming, and the sister was Yan Jiao.
Besides the two siblings, there was also a sick mother at home who needed their care.
Previously, her brother Yan Ming became a follower of the Moon Worship Sect, hoping to receive the protection of a Heavenly God to help their mother get better.
As for saving Ye Qingfeng, apart from kindness, they naturally had some selfish motives, hoping that Ye Qingfeng could save their mother’s life in passing.
After all, they had personally witnessed Ye Qingfeng slaughtered everyone in the Moon Worship Sect, including the Sect Hierarch, and even the Heavenly God couldn’t stand against him.
They even believed that Ye Qingfeng was a true Heavenly God.
These past few days, the siblings took meticulous care of Ye Qingfeng, even if driven by some selfish motives, it was still commendable.
Curing their mother was merely a trivial task for Ye Qingfeng, which he didn’t mind.
"Give this bottle of Elixir to your mother to take. Her illness should be completely cured within a week."
A week later, after finishing cultivation in the courtyard, Ye Qingfeng directly took out a bottle of Elixir from the Space Ring.
Seeing Ye Qingfeng pull out an Elixir bottle out of thin air, Yan Jiao was shocked, but quickly calmed down. Senior Feng, being a Heavenly God-like figure, was naturally expected to be this powerful.
"Senior Feng, is what you say true? Can my mother’s illness really be cured in a week?" Yan Ming was shocked and exclaimed incredulously.
"Brother, of course, it’s true. This is Senior Feng; he’s much more powerful than that so-called Heavenly God. There’s no need to doubt his Elixir."
Yan Jiao wrinkled her nose and said with a snort.
"Yes, yes, Senior Feng is the true Heavenly God. Your Elixir is truly an Immortal Elixir!" Yan Ming said, exceedingly excited.
He had believed in the Moon Worship Sect, donating tens of thousands and regularly offering blood, yet his mother showed no improvement.
But Senior Feng directly took out an Elixir, claiming that in a week, his mother would be cured.
"Senior Feng, thank you so much. Truly grateful. Whatever you need, my sister and I will do it without hesitation!" Yan Ming said, extremely moved.
"This is what you deserve, just a small matter. Alright, you can leave now, I need a quiet place to heal."
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand to dismiss the two.
Soon, he closed his eyes again, immersing himself in cultivation. With the help of the Healing Pills, his healing speed was much quicker than when he was at Ling Yanchen’s place.
Two days later, a woman stepped into Yan Ming’s house.
"Yan Ming."
The woman had short hair, was slightly chubby, but had fair skin, and her looks were just average.
"Xiao Tong, what brings you here?" Seeing the slightly chubby, fair-skinned woman, Yan Ming immediately smiled.
"Hello, Sister Xiao Tong." Yan Jiao also greeted her.
"Yan Ming, you haven’t been looking for me for a long time, so I came to see if you’ve found another woman." Xiao Tong glanced at Yan Ming, scanning around as she spoke.
"How could I? Xiao Tong, you know I only like you." Yan Ming quickly said, scratching his head and giving a pleased smile. "I’ve just been busy these past few days, that’s all."
"What could be more important than me? You know my brother’s already against us being together. If you keep treating me poorly, then we’ll just break up."
The woman snorted unhappily.
"How could I ever treat you poorly? You’re the most important to me." Yan Ming immediately tried to please her.
Xiao Tong shook her head inwardly. Yan Ming was indeed good to her. Honestly, they had been together since two years ago, and back then, both their families agreed to their union.
But later, Yan Ming’s mother fell ill with a strange illness that couldn’t be treated. Yan Ming then foolishly believed in the Moon Worship Sect, donating all his family’s savings bit by bit, which infuriated Xiao Tong.
Her family no longer approved of them being together either; she couldn’t marry a superstitious man.