Chapter 2627 - 2616: Courting Death
Elder Li had originally thought that once he finished explaining Elder Wang’s situation, Ye Chenfeng and the others would tactfully follow him.
Who knew Ye Chenfeng still stood where he was, and Nanshan Old Demon and the rest were completely following Ye Chenfeng’s lead.
It seemed Elder Wang hadn’t done anything wrong in this whole matter. Back in that Artifact Refining duel, after winning, Elder Wang had even spared Elder Zhao. From that it could be seen Elder Wang was someone whose nature wasn’t bad and who valued old ties.
Having at least shared some acquaintance with Elder Wang, asking Ye Chenfeng to just leave like this—he really couldn’t do it. The ruthless side of him was only for his enemies.
Elder Wang also had his own connections in the Soul Instrument Pavilion, but the few Artifact Refiners who were close to him were only Seventh Rank, and they couldn’t guarantee they would definitely beat Elder Zhao. So at a time like this, none of them were willing to wade into this muddy water.
As for Artifact Refiners above Seventh Rank, they were all in the inner sect of the Soul Instrument Pavilion, and under normal circumstances had no time to pay attention to outer sect affairs.
At this moment.
On the high platform above the Refinement Ground.
Elder Wang, covered in blood, his eyes full of unwillingness, his mouth still constantly overflowing with fresh blood.
Up to now there wasn’t a single person willing to stand up for him. His heart had gone completely cold. Where were those so‑called friends from the past? He simply couldn’t see any trace of them here.
Besides desolation, his heart was filled with rage, especially when he saw a middle‑aged man and a beautiful‑looking woman.
That middle‑aged man had his arm wrapped around the beautiful woman, and the woman was snuggled against the middle‑aged man with a face full of smiles.
That middle‑aged man was the Elder Zhao who had just defeated Elder Wang. As for the other beautiful woman, she was Elder Wang’s original wife, Liu Yanrong, the very woman Elder Wang and Elder Zhao had once fought over, who in the end chose Elder Wang.
Just now, when Elder Wang lost to Elder Zhao and the kneecaps of both his legs were shattered, Liu Yanrong hadn’t stepped out to say a word. She only watched coldly from the side, as if Elder Wang wasn’t her husband at all.
In the end, after Elder Zhao bared his feelings to Liu Yanrong, she threw herself into Elder Zhao’s arms without hesitation. This made Elder Wang feel as if he’d been struck by five bolts of lightning all at once.
Even the woman he loved could abandon him so easily—who in this world could he still trust? There simply wasn’t anyone willing to stand up for him.
Facing Elder Wang’s furious gaze, Elder Zhao laughed and said, "I said long ago I would be the final winner. Now I’ve done it."
"Yanrong is in my arms as well. You can only be trampled beneath my feet. Just look at how pathetic your life is. Up to now there still isn’t a single person willing to stand up for you."
Liu Yanrong met Elder Wang’s gaze and only said one sentence: "I only like the strong."
Elder Wang, hanging in midair, laughed at himself nonstop, his mouth ceaselessly spilling blood. So he had never really seen through this woman Liu Yanrong; so it had always been one‑sided on his part. Liu Yanrong had never loved him at all—back then he was simply stronger than Elder Zhao, that was why Liu Yanrong chose him.
Elder Wang, covered in blood, sank into despair.
Right at this moment.
Ye Chenfeng stepped toward the high platform. Elder Li hadn’t expected Ye Chenfeng to choose this, and this time he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. Just as he wanted to shout, Nanshan Old Demon and Shen Xiutian blocked him.
Elder Li’s strength was, after all, only at the Divine Venerable Realm. If Nanshan Old Demon and Shen Xiutian struck regardless of consequences, although the Soul Instrument Pavilion would definitely seek justice for him afterward, maybe even kill Nanshan Old Demon and the others, once he was dead, none of that had any meaning.
"So you people intend to oppose the Soul Instrument Pavilion? So you intend to meddle in Elder Wang’s affairs?"
"Fine. Since you insist on courting death yourselves, why should I try to stop you? Do as you please."
Elder Li roared, his anger blazing.
Nanshan Old Demon, Shen Xiutian, Fang Duo’er, and Song Lanruo all had worry in their eyes. Shen Xiutian especially understood that Ye Chenfeng was a supreme Alchemist. In his view, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t possibly also be an Artifact Refiner. If Ye Chenfeng intervened in this matter, there would certainly be no good outcome in the end. They simply couldn’t oppose the entire headquarters of the Soul Instrument Pavilion!
Nanshan Old Demon was unfamiliar with Ye Chenfeng. He sent Shen Xiutian a voice transmission: "Is he an Artifact Refiner?"
Shen Xiutian answered, "Benefactor is an Alchemist."
This reply was not only transmitted to Nanshan Old Demon, but also to Fang Duo’er and Song Lanruo.
After hearing Shen Xiutian’s answer, Nanshan Old Demon, Fang Duo’er, and Song Lanruo all had a slight change of expression. If Ye Chenfeng was already an Alchemist, then he was almost certainly not an Artifact Refiner. Cultivating both pill and artifact together was practically nonsense.
Watching Ye Chenfeng walk toward the high platform, Nanshan Old Demon and the others no longer had time to stop him. Shen Xiutian hastily sent Ye Chenfeng a voice transmission: "Benefactor, please think this through carefully! But no matter what you choose, I will stand behind you."
Ye Chenfeng’s steps did not pause. As long as he could beat Elder Zhao in the Artifact Refining duel, the Soul Instrument Pavilion would have no reason to make things difficult for them. At most he would just draw some attention. Besides, his appearance was altered now; everything was still within his control.
Ye Chenfeng walked up onto the high platform.
All the Soul Instrument Pavilion members around focused their attention on him. Under everyone’s gaze, Ye Chenfeng personally brought Elder Wang down.
Elder Wang, covered in blood, seeing someone stand up for him—someone who’d only met him yesterday, Ye Chenfeng—suddenly felt a mixture of emotions, intensely moved. From despair he was pulled back a little. "You shouldn’t have come up. You shouldn’t get yourself involved in this matter."
Elder Wang spoke while continually spitting blood from his mouth.
The cultivators of the Soul Instrument Pavilion around them, seeing that someone really dared step onto the high platform and bring Elder Wang down, couldn’t help but start a chorus of comments.
"Who is this brat? Is he a Disciple of our Soul Instrument Pavilion?"
"I saw this kid in the pavilion yesterday. He seems to have just come to our Upper World from the Middle Realm."
"Someone who isn’t even a Disciple of our Soul Instrument Pavilion actually dares to meddle in our pavilion’s affairs? Who does he think he is? He’s just from the Middle Realm. Is he an Artifact Refiner?"
"Even if he is an Artifact Refiner, how strong could he be? He’s only from the Middle Realm. He’s purely courting death."
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The murmurs rose nonstop. Facing these comments, Ye Chenfeng’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. He merely shrugged his shoulders, then turned his gaze to Elder Zhao.
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