Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 212 - 149: The Fairy of the Nine Heavens Descends to the Mortal World

Chapter 212: Chapter 149: The Fairy of the Nine Heavens Descends to the Mortal World

Mountains crumbled and the earth split open.

Trees snapped, soil churned, the ground sank, and the sky was clear without a cloud.

With the collision of Li Fire and Cold Frost at the center, Scarlet Flames spread outward, melting all the ice and snow within hundreds of meters.

But it wasn’t melting; it was sublimation.

White fog created by the high temperature obscured vision, making it impossible to see what was happening in the distance, but soon a figure emerged from the mist.

"Jiang Feng."

"Jiang Feng!"

"Where are you, where are you..."

The figure slowly walked out of the fog.

After shouting a few times, she suddenly fell to the ground, legs giving out, and coughed violently while covering her mouth.

"Huff~ Huff, Jiang, Jiang Feng!"

"Cough cough cough... If you’re still alive, just make a sound..."

Her voice was tinged with a cry.

Cen Yueyue was never so panicked before; now, without a drop of Spiritual Energy in her body and her Divine Sense weakened to the extreme, she couldn’t sense Jiang Feng’s presence and could only search for him based on her memories.

She even regretted agreeing to that little rascal’s plan; her eyes were filled with tears and a sense of grievance, but she continued searching for the young man’s traces on the battlefield.

Neither Li Fire nor the Vermilion Bird should be something a Core Formation Stage cultivator can control. Logically, only at the Nascent Soul Stage would one barely qualify to communicate with that formidable being and have the right to invoke Li Fire.

The result of forcibly employing the power of Li Fire was her current completely drained body. It must be said that Cen Yueyue’s physical strength was incredibly strong, almost comparable to her cousin who practiced solely Body Cultivation.

Engaging with a Nascent Soul Stage master for a whole day resulted in only minor injuries for her, and even the forced use of Li Fire had only depleted all her Spiritual Energy.

Had it been an ordinary Core Formation Stage cultivator, they’d probably have exploded and died by now.

After searching in vain, Cen Yueyue could no longer hold back her tears and sat down on the ground.

"Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng! Didn’t you say you wanted to be my live-in son-in-law? I... I’ll give you a chance, okay..."

Tears ran down her cheeks. Despite showing combat skills and a calm mind that far surpassed her age during the two days of fierce battles, she was only eighteen this year.

Even in terms of mentality, she was less mature than Yan Yurou, who was two years her junior.

While wiping her tears, a similarly weak but intermittent voice immediately stopped the girl’s tears.

"If, if you don’t move, I’ll never have the chance to be... to be a..."

"Jiang Feng! You’re still alive? Where are you!"

She hastily wiped her tears with her sleeve, instantly showing a joyous smile; the saying that women change faces faster than flipping a book wasn’t wrong.

Fearing anxiously on the spot, she even sorted out her hair, trying to look less flustered. However, she saw no one around, only churning soil everywhere.

"Where are you?"

She voiced a soulful question.

But the weak male voice continued to sputter out a sentence.

"Could you... could you stop spinning around, I... I’m really going to die, little ancestor, could you just look down at your feet..."

"Ah!"

She screamed.

Yes, someone was lying motionless on the ground, covered in soil from being blown away during the battle, nearly burying his whole person underground.

Without a second thought, she dug him out from underneath the ground, which showed that Cen Yueyue’s physical constitution was indeed much higher than Jiang Feng’s; despite the ordeal, she still had the strength to dig... no, to dig out a person.

Her movements were swift, and the more she unearthed the young man, the grimmer Miss Cen’s expression became.

Jiang Feng’s current state was indeed pitiful, his back gaped open, flesh turned inside out, with three deep gashes nearly tearing his upper body apart.

Even though the power of the Tiger Spirit invoked for the second time had greatly diminished, not quite at the Nascent Soul Stage, but at least it was of the top-grade Core Formation Stage.

Under that full-strength strike of the Spirit Tiger, even his Magic Treasure couldn’t withstand the desperate attack, and the ripped wounds suggested at least three tiger claws had dug in deep.

Blood was still pumping out of the wounds, and white bones could be seen.

"Wait for me, I have golden sore medicine, Elixirs."

"Uh-huh..."

Watching the girl’s frantic actions, Jiang Feng just nodded weakly. Despite his pale lips and golden-paper-like complexion from excessive blood loss, he was still smiling.

"Jiang Feng, stay conscious, this isn’t your life flickering back!"

Seeing someone with such an optimistic expression, Miss Cen’s worried and chaotic demeanor was rather endearing and made someone caught between laughter and tears.

"Can’t you wish something good for me; it’s just that my wounds are too big and there’s too much blood loss, why do you always expect the worst for me?"

She pouted, but once she realized Jiang Feng wasn’t in mortal danger, her mood visibly improved. Pouring all the golden sore medicine on the man’s back, she tore off the hem of her skirt without caring that it was a garment she had stolen from her mother.

She hastily bandaged the wounds and the cloth together, stopping the bleeding as fast as possible, while her pale legs paced anxiously in front of the young man.

However, just then, the young man propped himself up from the ground, struggling to stand.

"What are you doing, be careful, you’re badly hurt..."

He just waved his hand, braving dizziness and nausea, looked towards the depths of the white fog, then grinned.

"Old dog, you’re quite tough to survive all this."

Vague figures gradually approached from afar.

Heavy footsteps, limping, the right hand hanging limply at the side, its joint twisted at an eerie angle, broken backward.

The body was charred black, whether it was that aged face or his arms, all burned to the point of peeling flesh, a sight that instantly turned Miss Cen’s fine features deathly pale!

"It’s impossible, this can’t be."

"I, I already pierced his heart chamber with Phoenix Feather, given his condition then, it was absolutely impossible to block, even a Nascent Soul Stage body couldn’t have withstood the Phoenix Feather."

"How did he..."

As if in response to Cen Yueyue’s words, Wu Mingsheng’s bosom echoed with a clanging noise as something fell to the ground.

It was a Heart Protector mirror full of cracks and nearly punctured; just by its color and pattern, it was likely at least a fine piece.

"You two are quite capable."

"Since taking over as the Fan Yin Sect Master, I have yet to be pushed to such a desperate situation, this high-quality Heart Protector, I thought I’d never need it in this life."

"Ha ha, hahaha... Unbelievable, I step into the Nascent Soul Stage and you two pushed me to this extent, truly remarkable."

Jiang Feng and Cen Yueyue’s performance had earned the heartfelt admiration of the Fan Yin Sect Master, who spared no lavish praise for the two of them, yet this so-called praise sounded like a murmur from King Yan to their ears.

Staring intently at the man coming through the white fog, despite his disheveled appearance, sluggish movements, both an arm and a leg broken, there was no doubt that a rich Spiritual Energy was still emanating from him.

This was the advantage brought by cultivation and age, also known as foundation.

Glancing around.

Miss Cen shakily picked up the somewhat deformed flying sword on the ground, it was clear that even in such an extreme situation, she was unwilling to sit and wait for death, even her palms holding the sword were trembling fiercely.

In the end, she needed both hands to hold it steady.

But could this truly counter a badly injured Nascent Soul Stage expert?

Heavy shoulder.

The girl slowly turned her head, as Jiang Feng placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her behind him, the attentive girl seemingly noticing something abnormal.

Jiang Feng’s expression... had a hint of unfamiliarity, even the pupils seemed to burn with something terrifying, his tall figure directly shielding the girl in front.

"You do have a sense of compassion towards women."

"Now, I no longer doubt what you said earlier, it seems likely that my unruly disciple was jealous and eventually brought disaster upon herself."

"But... the two of you, shall stay here today..."

Eyes closed.

Splash!

Lakeside waves beat against the shore with a dull thud.

Inside the Dantian, the boy originally standing at the edge of the lake, stepped forward.

Underwater, a pair of eyes seemed to be staring at him, even without the Serpent’s head emerging from the water, he could still feel that...

Scorn.

Mockery.

As if mocking the boy’s overestimation of himself, mocking that the other could only resort to such a disgraceful way to die together.

"This girl fascinates you this much?"

A profound voice unexpectedly surged from the lakebed without warning.

Somewhat astonished, but not surprised, ever since Yu Ying’s Divine Soul was destroyed by the Serpent, he had realized that the revival of Demon Night True Monarch’s remnant soul was inevitable.

That fellow sister’s soul, probably made for a full meal for the Serpent.

Faced with the Serpent’s ridicule, Jiang Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the dark Spiritual Energy constantly winding around his lower leg and crawling upward, he chuckled nonchalantly, yet those words truly irked him.

"You know jack shit."

"Get out of the way! Be careful!"

The girl’s scream woke him.

Eyes regained clarity, Cen Yueyue was pulling his arm, retreating constantly, and in front of them was the overwhelming Frost Palm, oppressive in its intent, although Wu Ming’s current strength was less than a tenth, he still could easily take down dozens of Foundation Establishment practitioners.

The ocean in his eyes was boiling.

Expressionless, without a trace of fear, he knew the consequence of tapping into that sea of Spiritual Energy was nothing but self-combustion.

A terrifying momentum suddenly erupted from Jiang Feng’s body, blood vessels, tendons, and muscles bulging in an instant, ready to explode on the spot the next moment.

Blood streaming from the seven orifices, he looked up, the pupils filled with blood veins were chilling to behold!

I can die, but before my body bursts, I must protect her...

Whiz!

The sound of cutting through the air passed by his ear, piercingly painful; he could even hear a mysterious melody that seemed to carry with it as it flew past.

His expanding body slowly relaxed under this force, that originally-swelled Spiritual Energy about to burst his body also crazily surged into the Dantian along the veins.

The blood in his eyes also disappeared at a noticeable speed, before he could react, the fearsome "Demolishing Demon Frost Palm" had unexpectedly disintegrated in an instant!

Hum——

The lingering sound of the qin reverberated, a beautiful woman in flower-green clothing cradled a pipa, plucking the strings like a Fairy descending from the heavens.