The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 1341 - 1332: Ruins in the Northern Desolate Wasteland

Recalling the first time Song Chunmei, in the Underwater Palace of the Secular World, broke all the meridians and bones of Ye Chenfeng’s body.

Recalling the second time Song Chunmei, in order to threaten Lin Xinyi, used the Life and Death Compass, exhausting five years of cultivation, to find Ye Chenfeng again. This second time, Ye Chenfeng was still pitifully weak in front of Song Chunmei, and the image of Song Chunmei’s disciple Jiang Motian also appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, mocking him. In Jiang Motian’s eyes, Ye Chenfeng was just an ant, an ant he could crush with ease.

Ye Chenfeng, his face covered with dirt and dust, watched as Song Chunmei disembarked from a Flying Beast on the left. Beside Song Chunmei was a young man, whom Ye Chenfeng immediately recognized as Jiang Motian, although he had only seen Jiang Motian’s image once.

Ye Chenfeng sensed that Song Chunmei’s strength was at the Peak of the Third Heavenly Layer of the Creation Realm, while Jiang Motian’s aura was very unstable, indicating his strength was at the Initial Stage of the First Heavenly Layer of the Divine Thought Realm. Jiang Motian had likely just broken through to the Divine Thought Realm recently; otherwise, his aura wouldn’t be so unstable.

Following behind Song Chunmei were two men and a woman, likely disciples of the Yinming Sect, with strengths ranging from the First to the Fifth Heavenly Layer of the Ocean Gathering Realm.

As for the five people disembarking from the Flying Beast on the right, they were led by an old man in a grey long robe, who was also an inner sect elder of the Yinming Sect named Wang Muyan, with strength at the Initial Stage of the Third Heavenly Layer of the Creation Realm.

Beside Wang Muyan stood a young man who bore some resemblance to him, his grandson Wang Qian, whose strength was at the Late Stage of the First Heavenly Layer of the Divine Thought Realm.

The three youths following Wang Muyan and Wang Qian also had strengths ranging from the First to the Fifth Heavenly Layer of the Ocean Gathering Realm, and they too were disciples of the Yinming Sect.

Standing next to Song Chunmei, Jiang Motian gazed at the dirt-covered Ye Chenfeng and Qin Shuangshuang, with a flash of killing intent in his eyes, and demanded, "Who are you two?"

Ye Chenfeng struggled to restrain the surging anger in his heart, knowing that if he erupted here, facing Song Chunmei and Wang Muyan, the two Creation Realm experts, he and Qin Shuangshuang would have no chance of escaping alive.

Ye Chenfeng said hoarsely, "We are here to train in the Black Wind Mountain Range, and we just happened to be resting in this cave tonight."

"Training?" Jiang Motian showed disdain, the killing intent on his face growing even stronger, and said, "Why don’t I send you off!"

"Junior Brother Jiang, we’re here on official business this time, and besides, they just happened to be resting here. Is it really necessary to kill them all?" Wang Muyan’s grandson Wang Qian stepped forward and said.

Wang Muyan also nodded and said to Song Chunmei, "Elder Song, let’s just rest here for the night. You should better discipline your disciple; arrogance isn’t a good thing. We have to continue our journey tomorrow!"

Song Chunmei’s expression was icy, and it was obvious that although Song Chunmei and Wang Muyan were both elders of the Yinming Sect, it was clear at a glance that they weren’t on the same page.

Song Chunmei said coldly, "Motian, they’re just ants. Wouldn’t killing such small fry dirty your hands?"

"Yes, Master, I was rash." Seeing his master Song Chunmei speak, Jiang Motian, after glaring fiercely at Ye Chenfeng and Qin Shuangshuang for a moment, withdrew the killing intent in his body, abandoning any intention to act against Ye Chenfeng and Qin Shuangshuang.

Wang Muyan waved to Ye Chenfeng and Qin Shuangshuang, saying, "You two can go back to the cave to rest! We’ll only be staying outside for one night."

After hearing Wang Muyan’s words, Ye Chenfeng was the first to walk into the cave, with Qin Shuangshuang following closely behind him.

Once inside the cave, Ye Chenfeng leaned his back against the wall and unclenched his fists tightly held within his sleeves. As he released his fists, blood continually dripped from his palms; his palms had been pierced by his own fingernails, causing wounds in both palms.

Because Ye Chenfeng’s face was covered in dirt, Song Chunmei and Jiang Motian didn’t recognize him.

Ye Chenfeng knew that Wang Muyan and Wang Qian weren’t good people either. They weren’t intentionally helping them; it was just because they were at odds with Song Chunmei, instinctively opposing her.

If only Wang Muyan, Wang Qian, and the others had arrived this time, it is likely they would have mercilessly killed Ye Chenfeng and Qin Shuangshuang, because Ye Chenfeng had also detected a well-hidden killing intent from Wang Qian.

Qin Shuangshuang’s dirt-covered face had long since turned pale. She looked at Ye Chenfeng, whose palm was bleeding, and asked, "Ye Chenfeng, do you know those people outside?"

Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said, "I don’t know them, but they are my enemies. They are from the Yinming Sect, and one day I will personally destroy the Yinming Sect."

Qin Shuangshuang’s expression kept changing. She knew that the Yinming Sect was truly a fifth-rank sect. Although she had a hunch that Ye Chenfeng would rise to greatness one day, hearing him suddenly say he would destroy a fifth-rank sect made Qin Shuangshuang open her mouth in disbelief.

Ye Chenfeng did not see Lin Xinyi within Song Chunmei’s group, which made him frown and mutter to himself, "Xinyi, are you doing well in the Yinming Sect?"

"Ye Chenfeng, what should we do now?" Qin Shuangshuang asked.

Ye Chenfeng replied, "We should just go to sleep as usual. Although the two groups outside are both from the Yinming Sect, I can see they don’t get along."

After hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, Qin Shuangshuang felt slightly at ease, sat down on the ground, and prepared to rest against the stone wall for the night. Ye Chenfeng also sat beside her.

Ye Chenfeng’s hearing was incredibly sharp, and he could clearly hear the conversation between Song Chunmei, Jiang Motian, and Wang Muyan outside.

As Ye Chenfeng had suspected, Song Chunmei and Wang Muyan indeed did not get along. The Yinming Sect’s triannual Saint Heir selection was to take place in a year, and this time, the candidates with the best chance of becoming the Saint Heir were Jiang Motian and Wang Qian. This explained their discord!

Outside the cave.

Song Chunmei, Wang Muyan, and the others lit two bonfires.

Wang Muyan looked at Song Chunmei and said, "Elder Song, although you brought Lin Xinyi into the Yinming Sect, that doesn’t mean Lin Xinyi must become your disciple Jiang Motian’s woman. Lin Xinyi has cultivated our sect’s supreme cultivation technique ’Three Absolutes of Emotion’, and I think my grandson is more suitable for Lin Xinyi."

Song Chunmei coldly replied, "Elder Wang, as long as your grandson can defeat my unruly disciple in the Saint Heir selection a year from now, I’m sure the Sect Master will agree to let Lin Xinyi become your grandson’s woman. However, this Saint Heir position has already been claimed by my disciple."

Sitting next to Song Chunmei, Jiang Motian stared provocatively at Wang Qian, who disdainfully said, "Junior Brother Jiang, you’ve only just broken through to the Divine Thought Realm. I really don’t know where your confidence comes from?"

Seeing the atmosphere grow increasingly tense, Wang Muyan, not wanting a confrontation now, hurriedly said, "Alright, everyone, let’s each say a little less. This time we are heading to the Northern Desolate Wasteland, where a ruin has appeared, supposedly created by a powerful figure from the Ancient Era."

"Currently, only the Yinming Sect and four other sects know about the ruins in the Northern Desolate Wasteland. According to reports from the Northern Desolate, the number of people who can enter these ruins is very limited, and only those below the Second Heavenly Layer of the Divine Thought Realm can enter; otherwise, they will be killed by the laws within."

"It is said that a Creation Realm expert who first entered the ruins was instantly reduced to ashes by the laws within, and the entrance to the ruins was again sealed by a barrier. According to messages received, it will take about a month to break the barrier again."

Wang Muyan continued, looking at Song Chunmei, "Elder Song, I think we should temporarily put aside our grievances. Once our disciples enter the ruins, they must unite, or else other sects might take advantage of us."

After hearing Wang Muyan’s words, Song Chunmei nodded in agreement and said, "Alright, Elder Wang, let’s temporarily set aside our prejudices against each other."

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