Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1202: A Bit Disappointed

The boss seemed to have grasped the gist of it and chuckled, "Still hoping to find an Immortal?"

"You're just like me, always believing you're unique and one-of-a-kind. You will definitely encounter things others can't see. I've heard there are Immortals here, why don't you give it a try?"

The boss was straightforward. He said what he wanted to say. If his idea was shattered, he'd inevitably feel a bit disappointed. But Ye Fengsheng was different. Firstly, he wouldn't think like that. On the other hand, such an awkward thought wouldn't cross his mind if he was courageous.

Are you done? Are you afraid of being called out?

Seeing Ye Fengsheng's usual expression, he didn't show any displeasure. The boss smiled, aware that the young man in front of him was also a man of character. He just candidly said a few words:

"Every year, 80,000 people come here looking for Immortals. This Kunlun is indeed in Qilian. Qilian has Immortals. They want to see Immortals, and that's true, but it's much harder."

"Immortals are not like us. When things happen, one should seize the opportunity. If you're truly fortunate enough to be with an Immortal, you wouldn't be coming to Qilian Mountain; he'd appear before you. But if you're unlucky, like me, staying here for 20 years, never wanting to meet the so-called 'chance,' and you're not even afraid of my brother's jokes. Perhaps I passed by several Immortals and just didn't notice them across from me. It's possible. It's just that the chance hasn't come around, so when it happens, it's impossible to meet the right person."

"You said two words to my brother, that is destined person. I suggest you go shopping in the city. That's a real opportunity. Immortals will find you themselves. If not, don't go to the mountains alone, because I didn't know when I was young. There's only one mother-in-law in this city. She hasn't been to the mountains for years."

Ye Fengsheng feigned an embarrassed smile, putting on a nonchalant expression, "Brother, in these twenty years, have you really not seen an Immortal in the mortal world, or witnessed his Divine Power?"

Pushing the teapot, he said, "This tea is good tea, I can't drink it for free, let's count it together."

Upon hearing this news, I knew this young man hadn't suffered. He was a master who wouldn't look back even without hitting the southern wall. He lost some interest.

In the darkness, with the high winds and star-filled sky, the moonlight naturally dimmed. If Ye Fengsheng's realm wasn't high or profound, he might have felt a bit cold too.

Responding to this, the massive group seemed like a dragon. Their eyes filled with pure light. People from all over the world could see the "Kunlun Immortal" on his way. Most of them knew Ye Fengsheng's insights. The so-called "Kunlun Immortal" changed his traveling direction, rushing towards Ye Fengsheng.

Ye Fengsheng smiled slightly, gradually slowing down, waiting for him in place.

He wasn't truly a Kunlun person. This was mainly because his Taoist robe was too eye-catching. He carried a wooden sword on his back and hugged dust in his arms. He took off the trickster's clothes in lakes and rivers. He was lucky to resist such a Spirit. No need to think about it. He was just a Cultivator from Kunlun. This kind of powerful way of entering the world meant he just came down the mountain looking for himself.

It's better to meet by chance than to cut off directly.

The Spirit of Pang grew a wisp of blue smoke in the air. If not for the inappropriate time and place, it had already drawn countless people's attention.

After tracking Ye Fengsheng's trace, the Cultivator stopped rushing forward and stayed for a while. He stood looking at the stars from Ye Fengsheng's angle. Some seemed surprised to meet a colleague here. He glanced at the young man's appearance, was silent for a while. He seemed to want to wait for the less intelligent Cultivator to report to his family first.

But after waiting a long time without the little Monk saying a word, he became somewhat speechless. He wondered whether this boy hadn't been taught by elders before joining the WTO down the mountain. Didn't he know the world speaks with fists? His understanding of his own strength was far better than his elders, but he didn't know he should come over and greet him.

Seeing this boy was still, he fell silent for a moment. He didn't care much about the younger generation. He put down the elder status and began to say, "Where is the friend of Taoism?" How could he wander here at midnight?"

Ye Fengsheng smiled, listening to the outsider Cultivator's habitual opening line. He didn't answer that question, "Where did you come from? What are you looking for at midnight?"

At a glance, Ye Fengsheng's indifferent words added fuel to the fire. The Monk's sleeves trembled, and his powerful soul emerged like a dragon, roaring and tearing the night sky, coming towards Ye Fengsheng. Ye Fengsheng neither dodged nor retreated. With his empty hands, he directly grasped the Spirit. His eyes sparkled, water trickled in his palms. Without any clever force, he subdued the strong general with his power. The Cultivator opposite trembled, staggered. If he hadn't responded quickly enough, he would have released the Spirit, letting it flee like mist. I fear he would have been dragged down from the heavens by such force.

The excruciating pain in his arm shock shook the soul, and the incredulity in the Cultivator's eyes turned into deep fear. Facing the young man standing across, he asked, "Your Majesty, why stop me?"

Ye Fengsheng's face remained as usual, and he said loudly, "I'll try my luck. You came down the mountain to find me. Why shouldn't I wait for you here?"

"Wait..."

"Who are you? What's your name? How do you know I'm looking for you?"

There was a strange flash in his eyes. The Cultivator said such words, but in his heart, he was disgruntled and cursed. He thought he recognized the young man opposite him.

He was an expert not to be underestimated. Uncertain if he's associated with Kunlun or if he's seeking revenge or disaster. He was really unlucky to bump into this headless case. I'm worried he might be involved in this matter.

Ye Fengsheng sneered, "Kunlun People, like mice, hiding heads and tails. When in difficulty, do you not even dare to acknowledge your own sect?"

"Walking between heaven and earth, standing over the sun and moon, you want day and night to take Ye Fengsheng's head from Kunlun. Today, I present it to you, but do you dare to take it?"

"You misunderstood in Taoism."

Hearing Ye Fengsheng say he was related to this matter, the Cultivator's brain tensed. He hurriedly said, "I'm a Cultivator from Dongfang Hong Qilian Mountain Lotus Temple. I have nothing to do with Kunlun."

"Hmm?"

Ye Fengsheng raised an eyebrow at him, surprising him, "Are there other large schools at the foot of Kunlun Mountain?"

He really didn't expect the World Gate would open such a large hole, and Kunlun being a major sect in the world. As the saying goes, "How can you…"

In the depths of the dense forest, the long-unworn open area splashed muddy water and silt up into the sky, then fell back, either hitting the trunks or sticking to leaves, shaking everything around. Countless ancient trees, enough for two people to embrace, swayed violently.

The young man bowed, stepping two strides in the air. They seemed hurried, yet with some early knowledge, it was remarkably easy.

On the muddy and dusty ground, two gray silhouettes stood in the dark, embarrassed. The black soil they stirred all fell on their heads, staining the two monk-like "visitors from the sky" gray-white.