Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 702 - 348 Taoist Ancestor Shows His Spirit

Chapter 702: Chapter 348 Taoist Ancestor Shows His Spirit

Feng Yichen returned faster than expected.

Before dawn the next day, he arrived dust-covered at Sect Leader Qi’s courtyard gate.

"Master, hurry up, slaughter a pig to reward me!"

Feng Yichen rudely picked up a sweetly sleeping piglet. Ignoring its squeals and struggles, he directly tossed it into the Sect Leader’s resting chamber.

"You little brat, are you staging a rebellion?"

Qi, who hadn’t yet fully dressed, cursed as he emerged holding the little pig by its ear, glaring angrily at his impudent disciple.

But when his eyes fell on the sword strapped to Feng Yichen’s back, his brows furrowed tightly:

"What happened? Why is the Skyfall Sword broken?"

Feng Yichen dove straight into the room, grabbing the teapot off the table and chugging two mouthfuls of tea. He used his sleeve to wipe his mouth and grumbled:

"Yan Changqing is a complete lunatic. Do you know what he’s been up to? He went to the Endless Abyss in the Ten Thousand Mountains, stormed into the Demon Clan Alliance Leader’s lair, pried open the coffin of the Ancient Demon Emperor, and took the clan’s forbidden treasure, the Demon Heart Pill.

Then he ventured into the ancient ruins of the Seven Killings Battlefield and destroyed all the Evil Souls used to forge the Seven Kills Blade. From now on, using the Seven Kills Blade to confront the Asura Queen is utterly impossible.

He even went to the forbidden site of Wuchan Temple and almost shattered their Supreme Golden Buddha."

Feng Yichen rambled on, visibly shaken. "This guy is planning to go against the whole world! And you, old man, told me to follow him for a few days of trial training. Trial training my ***!

Luckily, I ran fast enough, otherwise forget the Skyfall Sword breaking—I’d be split in two myself.

I haven’t even married yet; I can’t afford to die young.

By the way, remember I told you about a girl I met in the Capital? She wore red and was absolutely gorgeous! She’s my love at first sight! Have you sent anyone to investigate yet? Hurry up and arrange a marriage proposal for me!"

"Get to the point!"

Qi impatiently interrupted him.

Feng Yichen had planned to complain a few more words, but seeing his master’s rare angry face, he shrank his neck and replied earnestly: "Anyway, I think Yan Changqing has a death wish. He’s already headed to the Capital and might challenge Zhao Wuxiu to a duel."

Qi placed the piglet back in its pen and squatted by the feed trough, his brows tightly knit.

What is Yan Changqing trying to do?

Does he truly intend to unleash the Shura to wreak havoc on the world?

Feng Yichen squatted beside Qi in an equally ungainly manner and asked: "Master, are you planning to join the fun?"

"Join the fun my ***!"

Qi scolded, "When Immortals fight, mere mortals suffer. Do you know how hard it’s been for me to live this long? You brat want to join the chaos—then go ahead."

Feng Yichen shook his head vigorously on the spot:

"I’m still young, with a promising future ahead. I still want to get married. I’m not joining any chaos."

Qi vigorously rubbed his wrinkled, orange-like face, stood up, and sighed: "The peaceful era is bound to end. Changing eras, changing skies... I’d like to see what kind of sky they plan to change to. Damn it, every single one of them is insane."

The usually refined and harmonious old Sect Leader couldn’t help but curse.

He abruptly turned and stared at Feng Yichen, saying:

"Since you’re already here, today you’ll partner with Jiang Mo to enter the forbidden zone for the Taoist Ancestor’s test. Remember, you must strive to obtain the Taoist River Map! Whether you can become a Saint amidst future chaos depends entirely on this!"

"Victory guaranteed!"

Feng Yichen thumped his chest. "If I fail to earn the Taoist Ancestor’s recognition, I’ll gladly eat sh*t."

...

Jiang Shouzhong was still in bed, holding the clingy little demoness in his arms when he heard the loud banging on the courtyard gate.

"Brother Jiang!"

"Brother Jiang, wake up!"

"Your Brother Feng is calling you to wake up!"

"Feng Yichen?" Jiang Shouzhong opened his eyes, surprised. "That guy came early?"

Jiang Shouzhong dressed and stepped outside, looking at Feng Yichen, who stood grinning mischievously outside the fence. He mocked: "Someone’s rather full of themselves now, eh? Back then when you almost got chopped down by me, you were as cowardly as a grandson."

"As they say, times change, fortunes shift. There’s no rule that destiny must forever favor Brother Jiang, right?"

Feng Yichen beamed brightly.

Jiang Shouzhong opened the gate and eyed the scruffy stubble on Feng Yichen’s face, sneering: "How come you’re looking more and more like a depressed uncle? Did someone bed your beloved goddess, leaving you such a mess?"

"Your goddess is the one who got bedded."

Feng Yichen suddenly caught a whiff of the rouge fragrance on Jiang Shouzhong and glanced toward the house with a knowing smirk. He teased: "While other wanted criminals hide in dog kennels or mountain ravines, you, honorable fugitive, seem to live quite comfortably—with a lady for company, enjoying life to the fullest."

He patted Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder: "Come on, let me see if Young Master Jiang’s beauty is as enchanting as they say."

Just as he spoke, Qu Hongling, still dressed but unkempt, rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked out of the house.

"So early? The sun isn’t even up yet."

Qu Hongling yawned softly, tidying her dress.

A woman right after waking up—the most beautiful sight indeed.

The girl’s gaze fell on Feng Yichen, and she asked: "Are you the disciple from Zhenxuan Mountain everyone has high hopes for, Feng Yichen?"

Feng Yichen didn’t respond.

At this moment, he seemed frozen like a statue, standing motionless.

When he visited the Capital to investigate the Taoist River Map, he had happened upon the crimson silhouette standing alone by Cloud Lake, a vision that had filled a young man’s heart to the brim.

Feng Yichen felt his heart soar, certain that his love had arrived.

But now, that vibrant crimson silhouette had turned to grayscale, erasing all his vivid memories and expectations.