Chapter 448: Wonderful FengCheng

Sure enough, after a few glances, Jin Xiaoqin asked Gu Xiangsi beside her, “Where did your junior sister go?”

It was only then that Gu Xiangsi realized she hadn’t seen Ye Wenxin. After franctically searching the crowd, she noticed that both Long Qing’er and Ye Wenxin were missing.

“Forget about Ye Wenxin for now! Elders, let’s join forces and kill this demoness. We shall rid the Martial World of its greatest threat!” Someone who recognized Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng spoke up, clearly overestimating the group’s ability.

Naturally, there were still many who were confused, unsure who this so-called demoness even was.

Ye Wenxin simply stood there. She didn’t flee, determined to uphold the imposing Demon Lord’s reputation no matter what. As long as Fairy Fengya wasn’t here, she could do as she pleased.

With that thought, Ye Wenxin grinned even more radiantly, and the crowd grew even more wary of her.

“So, who exactly is she? She’s really beautiful.”

“Watch what you’re saying. That demoness is Gu Qingcheng!”

Amidst the murmured conversations, someone finally blurted out Ye Wenxin’s true identity. The crowd collectively gasped, their earlier admiration instantly transforming into fear. Ye Wenxin was still smiling; she was a stunningly beautiful woman, yet everyone regarded her as a demon.

But Jin Xiaoqin was the only one who was relieved after hearing this woman’s identity, leaving Ye Wenxin puzzled as to what her friend with benefits was thinking. However, she couldn’t afford to focus on that too much, lest she reveal any unnecessary weaknesses.

At that moment, Ye Wenxin noticed Abbess Jiunan unhurriedly coming to stand amidst the crowd. She calmly blended in, as if their earlier conversation had been nothing more than a figment of Ye Wenxin’s imagination.

The crowd grew larger in no time, but no one dared to rush forward to meet their doom.

Ye Wenxin had grown bored and spoke again, “So, are you all going to uphold justice or not? If you don’t act soon, I might have to.”

The crowd’s expressions darkened, and once again, a chill ran down their spines. Finally, someone could no longer contain themselves and shouted, “Gu Qingcheng, give me back my husband’s life!”

While Ye Wenxin was still confused as to when and where she had killed this woman’s husband, her hand had moved instinctively. Brilliant, dazzling flowers bloomed on the female cultivator’s body, draining her completely.

The flowers spread contagiously, blooming on the bodies of those near the woman, accompanied by more intense screams of agony. Fear gripped the crowd; none of them were willing to die in a vastly one-sided fight. Ye Wenxin had only intended to make an example of the woman, and in a cold voice, she said, “Does anyone else want to throw their life away?”

The crowd hesitated, no longer daring to act rashly. Ye Wenxin was satisfied with the result of her intimidation, sensing that her strength had recovered to around eighty or ninety percent. When she was about to leave, a figure, dressed in plain white, suddenly descended from the sky.

If Ye Wenxin’s appearance had been stunning, the arrival of this woman in white would make it impossible for anyone to look away. It was as though she had been waiting in the distance for a long time and grew impatient, before finally making her slow entrance.

This blatant unconcerned demeanor could only belong to Fairy Fengya.

She captured everyone’s ardent attention with a mere glance. Ye Wenxin, too, stole a few more glances before speaking coldly, “Rumors say that Fairy Fengya is the most beautiful in the world. Seeing you today, I can say they do not exaggerate.”

She took the reins of the conversation. Fairy Fengya cast a placid glance at Ye Wenxin, and seemed to have found nothing unusual. Judging by her demeanor, she had long forgotten their one brief encounter in the Azure Wings Sect’s backwoods. Ye Wenxin wondered just how much Fairy Fengya knew about her situation.

“School Master Fengya, this person is Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng,” someone added, assuming that Fairy Fengya didn’t understand the significance of the situation upon seeing her indifferent expression.

Fairy Fengya finally looked at Ye Wenxin again and slowly spoke, “So, you’re Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, the best martial artist in the world?”

Never in her wildest dreams, did Ye Wenxin ever think she would hear this opening line like this. It seemed that Fairy Fengya was less interested in the killing, and more captivated by the idea of being the best in the world.

She took a fighting stance, as if eager to settle the score with Ye Wenxin right then and there. Ye Wenxin was at a loss for words, shocked to find that Fairy Fengya’s obsession with Demon Lord could be so simple. In an instant, Fairy Fengya was already thrusting her Cold Soul Sword towards Ye Wenxin.

In that moment, the weather shifted, and bone-chilling winds swept through the air, howling mournfully. Fairy Fengya moved like lightning amidst the icy gusts, unleashing her full strength against Ye Wenxin.

Ye Wenxin inwardly sighed in frustration. Blood-red blossoms emerged from her hands, transforming into crimson butterflies that collided with Fairy Fengya’s long sword. Ye Wenxin was a master in ranged combat, and though she had the umbrella sword to cover close-ranged, she couldn’t use it at the moment. All she could do was create distance to avoid Fairy Fengya’s assault.

Fairy Fengya didn’t fear the blood-red butterflies. She froze them in place with a simple slash of her Cold Soul Sword. However, the butterflies flapped their wings a few times before transforming into more vicious queen bees.

Fairy Fengya increased the pressure, and Ye Wenxin responded in kind. The battle between these two powerful individuals shook the heavens and earth. A fight between Tribulation stage cultivators was even more likely to bleed into the surroundings, tearing the land asunder, with flashes of lightning and the roaring of thunder, as if nature itself were proclaiming the terrifying might of their fight.

Yet Ye Wenxin was holding back, and was also aware that Fairy Fengya was merely testing her. She wasn’t sure if Fairy Fengya was underestimating the Demon Lord, or if she had some other intentions. Still, Ye Wenxin couldn’t afford to let her guard down, and she also wanted to truly gauge the gap in strength between herself and Fairy Fengya.

Fairy Fengya fought enthusiastically, her strikes growing faster, as if she had found a worthy opponent that could match her skill. She seemed to be savoring the battle, but to Ye Wenxin, this was more of a torment, a relentless assault on both her body and spirit.

Ye Wenxin no longer hesitated and unleashed her full power, only to hear the cries rising around her. She looked around, and saw that many had been caught in the crossfire of their battle—there were countless deaths and casualties.

Battles of the strong were often equated to the clashing of gods, but Ye Wenxin only now understood just how devastating these fights could be. After every such conflict, there was nothing left but suffering and ruin.

Meanwhile, Fairy Fengya lacked humanity, and paid no attention to the devastation around her. She seemed intent on pushing Ye Wenxin to unleash even more deadly moves.