Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1249 - 10249: Complex Lines

Ye Fengsheng held a Black Sword in his hand, the hilt embedded with fierce gold, as if someone was sketching. Golden lines appeared on the sword's black body, flourishing like branches and leaves, blossoms vibrant and vivid.

The sword's blade trembled slightly, bathed in golden light. No matter how thunder flashed in the sky, the golden light remained brilliant as ever, especially since Ye Fengsheng wielded the precious sword.

Due to the slight movement of his palm, countless golden petals bloomed around the leaves.

"Strong."

Like a complete beast, the sword with a dark body emitted a magnificent glow. Before the leaves and phoenix could raise their hands, the blade suddenly quivered, tracing a golden petal in the air. The tip pointed straight at the sky, as if praying to the heavens, condemning their injustice.

In an instant, the sword's golden light illuminated the entire sky. Sunlight pierced the sky, cutting through the clouds. It seemed as if to compete with the Heavenly Thunder.

The Heavenly Thunder was pointed at by the sword tip but did not move. Dark clouds scattered and fled first, fearing the rising golden sword tip would shatter them into fragments, crush them to nothing.

"Ye Fengsheng's longevity is his merit. It's unfair to break your heavens. Yangzhou is full of life. Can you do any reckless thing?"

The young man in the sky didn't open his mouth, but a cold voice sounded from the Blade. No one was moved by the golden light.

Thunder flashed past, pouring like a galaxy into the clouds. Ye Fengsheng stood holding the sword. The tip pointed directly at the thunder. The golden light seemed essential, penetrating the sky from the thunder's sound.

The Heavenly Thunder shattered, and the waterfall split into inch-wide bolts like broken porcelain. The falling pieces. Amidst the faint, there seemed to be a shout. Ye Fengsheng's voice was heard. The sword pointed to the sky. It was composed of golden light, filled with light. Countless golden lotuses floated down from the sword.

"How can you talk about the Heavenly Dao while senselessly killing innocents!"

Harvey questioned the sky, as Ye Feng clang holding a dagger, sliced through the darkness.

Golden light cut through the sky, as if to divide the unfair heavens into two. Among the disciples of Yangzhou, only one golden line pierced the sky.

Awe!

Thick clouds still rolled, but the fractures pierced by golden sunlight were quickly covered by new dark clouds. Apart from the golden light, nothing happened in the sky.

Ye Fengsheng's eyes fixed on him, rebuking, "If you don't cultivate yourself, Heaven will kill you." I, Ye Fengsheng, first cultivate myself, then my body. Now, I wish to use thousands of life spans to extend longevity. To exchange for the Heavenly Dao's discernment, if the Heavenly Dao cannot cultivate itself, what would you do?"

As clouds rolled, a brighter light emerged from them. The thunder above did not fall, yet an unprecedented pressure already overwhelmed those below.

"You don't cultivate yourself, but expect the world to cultivate you. So domineering, simply bestowed by the heavens!"

Ye Fengsheng said angrily.

Amidst the dusk, Ying Luo was unconscious, but a fierce golden aura still emanated from her. A young person with skin and muscles covered in cracks looked at this face. She remained silent for a long time. Then, she leaned down, placing her lips on the young person's nose tip, like a whale sucking water, one that never reaches its depth, one that never absorbs entirely.

Under her pull, the fierce golden aura slowly left Ye Fengsheng's body. After this effort, Ying Luo no longer cared about the spirit she absorbed. She hurriedly tore away Ye Fengsheng's clothes, embedding complex lines upon his chest.

Rage no longer flooded, fierceness was no longer suppressed. The young person's skin and muscles blossomed, red muscle exposed to the air. At first glance, they breathed cold air. They were frightened by the pain.

Ying Luo couldn't find a better way. She slowly raised her head, looking at Xu Siyu in the distance. At this time, she dared not approach. The charismatic Danfeng, in her eyes, was indifferent.

If it weren't for these people, why would Ye Fengsheng use such thunder to punish them?

Ying Luo did not know whether she should take responsibility. She only knew her friends were striving to save these talents, people who once threatened and terrorized Ye Fengsheng, helping them under self-righteous conditions, bringing them to the brink of death.

It was not Xu Siyu dealing with these sorts of people. Even Xu Li, long ranked at the top, inexplicably broke out in goosebumps. Cold hair stood on end. An unprecedented indifference seeped from the spine into the heart. With the flow of blood, his limbs grew cold.

"Yes, send Mr. Ye to the hospital first."

Xu Siyu finally gathered his courage. He hurriedly stepped forward twice, speaking to Ying Luo guarded by Ye Fengsheng, "There are many people here who saw Mr. Ye. More people will come looking for him later. If more people gather, we can't escape."

Ying Luo disliked looking at the woman. Ye Fengsheng could joke with the woman's arrangements. She couldn't. She wanted to directly kill this woman, but her gaze fell onto Ye Fengsheng's unconscious face. She hesitated for a moment. She decided to let Ye Fengsheng and Lei Fengsheng play more meaningfully. So she abandoned the idea of killing.

Winning isn't easy. After saving so many, and killing so many, he'd still save them for nothing?

Though Ying Luo wasn't human, she clearly reasoned through this basic logical relationship.

Seeing Ying Luo not react, Xu Siyu smiled, but the smile seemed somewhat bitter. She thought it was obvious: she had been exposed by an Immortal before. The reason she hadn't spoken was merely to save face. In the end, maybe the Immortal considered herself a friend and discovered her friend empowered because of her. What she knew felt inhumane, making her feel amused.

This wasn't disappointment or regret. Just because of her ignorance did she know the other side.

Behind Ying Luo came Ye Fengsheng's voice, blood dripping from unseen places on his clothing. She approached Xu Siyu coldly: "Lead the way."

Xu Siyu nodded, not without discomfort, turning to leave.

After the great wind, scarlet was everywhere. Walking amidst the red leaves above, Ying Luo did not know Ye Fengsheng's voice was so bright.

Xu Li and the others retreated five steps in fright, timidly not daring to step forward.

As the saying goes, "Man cannot shake the sky." Now, the youth, to a certain extent, was shaking the thunderous sky with a short sword. Those who begged the sky were still echoing in their minds, making one feel energized.

Then they thought, they merely wanted to threaten such a Fairy. Without any reason, a never-before-seen panic emerged in their hearts. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

So anxious! Fearful and scared!

Holding Ye Fengsheng, Ying Luo suddenly reached out her hand, red leaves entangled in midair, turning into a bright red cloak behind Ye Fengsheng.

"This has a hint of heroism. It's a win."

Like murmuring, Ying Luo continued forward. Xu Siyu and Xu Li trembled at her side, exchanging glances, appearing more humble.

Initially, blood was needed for transfusion but there was no such plasma in the hospital, requiring retrieval from the city where the blood bank was located. The attending doctor wanted to sew Ye Fengsheng's wound, but was stopped by Ying Luo. She knew Qiu Juan was concerned about the scar on her neck. Since Ye Fengsheng could go with Qiu Juan, she would certainly care. If sewn, the wound would leave a scar, but she couldn't go again.