Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1199: Misunderstanding

That is precisely why he possessed such immense confidence.

Ye Fengsheng's face remained as usual. What are a few esteemed masters compared to many masters? In his eyes, they were like mere ants. Even if Pei Qi from the "Source Scripture" defeated him, why should he care whether one is a worldly monk? Do you have the power to connect with the heavens? Can you even master the ancient skills?

If not, why should I fear you?

On the other side, the face of the Purple Cloud Fairy from Wuzhen changed drastically. His eyes flickered with deep fear, and his feet unconsciously stepped back a few steps, finding a position to escape at any moment. Subsequently, his twitching face barely managed to present a heavy expression, and he said, "Lu Chuan, you didn't mention that those few Danxin Buildings were about to arrive."

Ziyun Immortal is not foolish, but also quite shrewd. Since he knew his limits, being able to survive until now owed to loyalty.

He knew that years ago, the young leader of Danxin Building had already stood at the highest point of the foundation, far stronger than himself. Now, after so many years, entering Jiedan is not impossible.

What ability does he have to act so recklessly in front of a monk in the field of alchemy? Isn't this asking for trouble? If misunderstood as being Ye Fengsheng's accomplice, wouldn't my life be over?

The man sneered, "You still dare to say you aren't working with Ye Fengsheng, calculate, if not, why worry about this young master?"

"You Daoyou, look..."

Ziyun Immortal ignored it, looking at Ye Fengsheng with a forced smile: "Since this is the conflict between you and Danxin Building, settle it yourselves. I'm an outsider, and it's inappropriate to get involved with you."

Already aware of the mindset of the untrustworthy, Ye Fengsheng waved him off: "You may leave."

Ziyun Immortal nodded in thanks. A sidelong glance at the Danxin Building disciples and the faltering Lu Chuan seemed a reminder: "Taoist Ye.

"I see you don't dare."

The speed of Ye Fengsheng's previous display left Lu Chuan shocked, and his response made Ye Fengsheng quite pleased.

"Click."

Lu Chuan, looking him in the eye, said, "I'm not afraid of you," and after a simple and clear bone cracking sound, he was kicked away by Ye Fengsheng. Drawing a parabolic line in mid-air, he landed heavily on the ground. When the bones in his body creaked, his head twisted at a strange angle, continually turning, and those lifeless pupils slowly spread, like those who have died and can no longer die again.

If Purple Cloud Fairy were here, he would've turned his head away, fainted. He knew Danxin Building's young master was coming, how could he expect Ye Fengsheng to dare kill someone from Danxin Building! Especially in the center of Luchuan City, at the Danxin Building!

The closest disciple of Danxin Building to Lu Chuan widened his eyes. His eyes were stained with blood. He looked at Lu Chuan's body, lying on the ground in a strange shape. His eyes and corners almost split apart.

Within two minutes of this group's arrival, an elder leading brother was first to die. They were all unable to calm down. If they hadn't lost control of themselves, they would've risked their lives against Ye Fengsheng.

"Mr. Ye, when is he coming?"

Jing Chu's mind remained clear. Although he hadn't seen many dead people, ever since Ye Fengsheng brought him here this morning, his heart was acutely aware.

There was an ominous foreboding in this place. Seeing Ye Fengsheng about to kill, his emotions barely fluctuated. Instead, he was more concerned about what Danxin Building's young master was doing at his place right now.

"Don't worry," Ye Fengsheng calmly said, seeing Jing Chu's thoughts. "He's coming."

"Ah?"

The brother and sister of the Jing family were perplexed.

Ye Fengsheng looked up, gazing in the direction of the Jing family. He opened his mouth, and a cold voice slowly resonated:

"Ye Fengsheng is here, where is the young master of Danxin Building?"

The voice was like thunder. The Jing siblings were under Ye Fengsheng's care. But the disciples in Danxin Tower felt deafening, temporarily losing their hearing.

"Haha!"

A burst of laughter echoed from the sky, a shadow indistinctly appeared from the blue sky: "Ye Fengsheng, you truly dare!"

Almost upon hearing the voice, the Jing siblings instantly stood up from their seats, looking at the distant sky, yet seeing nothing.

"It's only his voice. Judging by the distance, it'll take him five minutes to arrive. Don't worry."

Saying this, Ye Feng's tone was slow, methodically holding and gently playing with the clay teapot before him.

The siblings glanced at each other, doubtful but not daring to ask questions. They quietly sat down again, as if their claws were caught, still pretending to be calm.

Each minute tortured the Jin siblings, worrying for their family. About seven minutes later, a man dressed in a white robe with four horizontal stripes embroidered suddenly descended from the sky, standing in front of Ye Fengsheng.

A person clad in ancient clothing, with long hair untied, standing quietly, exuding intense spiritual waves, seemingly like a high monk.

He was in his thirties. Due to his own status, he had a certain special aura filled with immortal spirit. Whether he noticed the awkward demeanor of his disciples around him or not, his eyes flickered with a cold, cruel glare.

From his details, it was clear this person must be in his fifties. Ye Fengsheng almost instinctively glanced at the nearby Jing Ya, struggling to suppress a corner of his lips from drawing a smile.

Realizing this, Jing Ya became even more suspicious.

"Are you Ye Fengsheng, the one who killed Chen Zi and disrupted my military formation?"

At first glance, determining who had just spoken from the sky, the leader of Danxin Building concealed the ferocity in his eyes and questioned Ye Fengsheng with his mouth, but his gaze turned to Jing Ya, filled with gentleness and deep affection.

Jin Ya only felt goosebumps. She searched her memory carefully but couldn't recall when she had met such a person.

Ye Feng nodded, asking, "The young master of Danxin Building? You arrived much later than I expected."

After washing up, the young master of Danxin Building didn't look at Ye Fengsheng but instead gazed tenderly at Jing Ya and announced his name: "Lu Ze."

Ye Fengsheng ignored it, saying, "You're a loyal thief of the building. You wish to win Jin Ya's entrance. After being pierced by me, would your Daoist Chen under you regret it, decide to fight me. Now he's been killed by me. Since you are Great Leader Ling Al, you should render it.

Since it's Danxin Building, it naturally guides by fire. The essence of fire gained by the master responsible for training is driven by a halo. With the roar, it flew madly. Waves of heat directly assaulted Ye Fengsheng.

In his heart, he had thought of dozens of methods to evade Ye Fengsheng's voice. What he didn't expect was that the boy, less than an arm's length from him, stood in place, not dodging. He let the white flames in his palm burn over his cheek, instantly engulfing it completely. He appeared like an intense fireman, one couldn't even discern inside who was.

"Mr. Ye!"

Seeing this, Jing Ya was filled with anxiety, crying out. She instinctively wanted to charge forward to save Ye Fengsheng but was held back by Jing Chu.

Surrounded by the white flames, Ye Feng did not cry out nor scream; he only raised a fist, swiftly punching Lu Ze's cheek, emitting the sound of "whirring" fiery tremors.

Lu Ze didn't expect this. As he felt the fire wave about to come, he screamed. Before he had time to dodge, he was shattered by Ye Fengsheng's blow. His body shot like a great wave, knocking down countless disciples of Danxin Building who couldn't stand up, emitting the sound of "Zizi" tearing fabric.