Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1211: Wandering on the Mountain

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Tian Yumeng was very pleased. He wanted to ask Ye Fengsheng if he was free tonight. However, upon noticing Ye Fengsheng's seriousness, he wisely kept his mouth shut and exited the room. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"What? Have you grown old with that White Fox?"

The moment the door closed, Yu Tonghe sneered mockingly.

"What do you want?"

Ye Fengsheng glanced at him lightly. If the old man still wanted to feel uncomfortable at this time, he really wouldn't mind giving him a ride. As I said earlier, Kunlun has many monks returning to rob and commit suicide. They can completely change people. No need to mess with such an old person.

"The two monks you encountered last night did not intend to kill you."

Yu Tong and his crafty, yet life-cherishing self weren't cynical but said slowly, "They were initially sent by our sect to track the White Fox. When confronting the monks of Lotus Temple, only half were attracted by the names you reported, for them to change their minds, set an ambush and kill them?"

"Oh?"

Ye Fengsheng raised an eyebrow, "You Kunlun already know there are four White Foxes on the way?"

"Of course!" Yu Tong said arrogantly, "Though I am not a member of Kunlun, the world's heart is in Kunlun, the White Fox's district, why wouldn't you know?"

"Really?" Ye Fengsheng sneered, "If I hadn't said anything, you Kunlun people wouldn't know that I've reached Qilian."

"Everyone knows now!"

Yu Tonghe retorted, "Your classmates are on their way back! You must die!"

Ye Fengsheng sneered, "You Kunlun people truly share a common enemy. Your hearts must die for generations."

Yu Tonghe declared, "The general trend! The Junzi promised a thousand gold. In Kunlun, I can carry a mountain on one shoulder! If you're dead, then you'll be killed and die!"

"See,"

Complying casually, then Ye Feng said, "How long has the White Fox been in Qilian Mountain?"

I looked closely.

Smart people don't need to talk much, but smart people can misunderstand each other's words. Fortunately, Ye Fengsheng's clever self only gave Yu Tonghe loyalty to Kunlun. Yu Tong lived here like a prisoner, but not too smug.

Yu Tonghe knew that Ye Fengsheng was safe before he got to Kunlun. Therefore, he would not let go. But Ye Fengsheng mistakenly took "hard" as "Yu Tong," "loyal" as "Kunlun." Therefore, some proud and loyal elders would generate two points of admiration.

Strictly speaking, Ye Fengsheng, this person easily motivated, has already lost, but this is also a harmless trifle.

After the arc of his mouth disappeared, Ye Fengsheng looked at Yu Tong and said, "You'll come with me."

Yu Tong shook his head. "No way."

Ye Fengsheng repeated, "I said, you'll come with me."

Yu Tong remained silent, finally reading his imprisonment from Ye Fengsheng's firm demeanor. Ye Fengsheng was neither asking for his opinion nor inquiring, but declaring his decision in the simplest terms.

So he could only quiet down, sipping little by little the tea from the pot.

Of course, Ye Fengsheng wouldn't wait until tomorrow. From his previous expression, Yu Tong could also see the relationship between Ye Fengsheng and the White Fox. So when night fell, without Ye Fengsheng's help, he had already fallen asleep.

It wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but he knew that something in his body belonged to Ye Fengsheng. Staying put meant survival. If he left suddenly, he would die.

He was unwilling to lose his life so recklessly.

Ye Fengsheng marveled at the old man's insight, but didn't dwell on it. After jumping out of the window, the young man's figure disappeared into the night sky.

Qilian Mountain is composed of many parallel mountain ranges and broad valleys, stretching in the northwest and southeast directions, characterized by high mountains and a semi-humid mountainous climate. Long winters, cold and dry, brief summers, cool and moist, high and deep mountains obscure the peaks which can barely be seen; lands are occupied, sparsely populated. Ordinary people wouldn't even consider living in such a place. It is precisely these advantageous conditions that allow many monks to reside here long-term, seemingly inseparable from the Fake God.

Due to the complexity of the terrain, the entire mountain range winds and twists, with many mountains clustered together like lotuses surrounded by deep ravines and unpredictable mountain streams, harboring countless poisons, hiding fierce animals. In such harsh environments, slight carelessness might lead to broken bones as the best death.

Even regular clan cultivators wouldn't wander aimlessly in the mountains. They typically stay in familiar places; however, the appearance of the four-tailed White Fox disrupted their usual lives, sniffing out opportunities one after another from the mountains.

Had they been other fierce beasts, they wouldn't have been so interested. A single rare White Fox is enough to attract everyone's interest, especially if it boasts four tails and could take on human form while making pill wells, making them drool even more.

The lifespan of a White Fox is brief, difficult for those not fated to achieve much. Let's not mention the four reversals. Even three tails are extremely rare. A quarter of the tail can be made into a pill

No matter the changes, it could arouse greed in these mountain monks.

Perhaps they feared being killed by the White Fox, or they really couldn't catch it. At this point, they could only drive the White Fox "to the ends of the earth," besieging without attacking to avoid causing greater damage.

Ye Fengsheng had been controlling this spirit. Clearing Heart Formula and Purifying Heart Formula ran wildly within him. Wherever he went, wind followed, grass moved within his heart, less than ten miles. Because of this, after going through most of the mountains, he grew increasingly impatient.

"Hmm?"

When his heart stirred, Ye Fengsheng stopped descending, glanced in the direction of the perception. In front, in the desolate mountain, there were traces of artificial development. The fallen trees testified to a fierce battle there, especially the residual aura waves, which bore a very familiar flavor capable of resonating with the well-known pupils within him.

Narrowing his eyes, then gazing outward. The massive open ridge of the mountain, ferocious cracks on the ground, the traces left by blows of diverse attributes and spiritual energy, enough to cause heart-palpitations.

After flashing through the scene a few times, Ye Fengsheng retained his inner emotional fluctuations, concealed his body, and gazed at the crowded mob ahead with a glint of coldness in his gaze.

These figures, denoted by g.

"How could this be?"

Brow furrowed, Ye Feng's voice suppressed the turmoil within his pupils. Quickened steps reached Ying Luo's side. I don't know if you recognize the person's face. Scarred Ying Luo didn't launch another attack but allowed Ye Feng's voice to approach and support him.

His eyes swept back and forth across her wounds, watching the golden-red blood continuously flow. Ye Fengsheng stayed silent for a moment, somewhat resigned.

If it were for other reasons, it might aid her in resolving the power not belonging to her body. But now the power envelops her body. The current chaos stems from uncontrolled and wanton expansion of energy, overflowing from her blood and bones; in other words, her body is like a balloon filled with air, already starting, I'm left helpless.

Under this circumstance, injecting the soul once more, I'm afraid it might disperse instantly, leading to death!

Ye Fengsheng pondered, patted Ying Luo's blood-smeared cheek, opened her eyelids, attempting to awaken this lost person, "Are you still awake?"

But just as the words fell, the golden pupil of Ying Luo's right eye erupted with a powerful wave, directly targeting Ye Fengsheng. If Ye Fengsheng hadn't reacted quickly enough to dodge in time, even those two eyes could not be salvaged.