strictlysupreme Chapter 72 Enmity and Feud Intertwined in the Abyss, Sword Pointing at Flying Clouds with Unrelentin
Chapter 72 Enmity and Feud Intertwined in the Abyss, Sword Pointing at Flying Clouds with Unrelentin
"stop!"
Just as Han Yi was about to lose his life at Zhao Lingfeng's hands, Wang Weiwei appeared.
With a flick of her hand, several fine needles shot out, their cold glint instantly neutralizing Zhao Lingfeng's fatal attack.
Zhao Lingfeng's eyes were filled with anger and threat when he saw that Wang Weiwei had ruined his plans.
"Miss Wang, what do you mean?"
Wang Weiwei said gently, "This young master is my friend. I hope Fellow Daoist Ling Feng will give me some face and spare his life!"
Zhao Lingfeng laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Hmph! He was trying to kill me just now, and now you want me to release my enemy? Don't you think you're ridiculous? If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or I'll take care of you all!" A haughty expression appeared on Zhao Lingfeng's face. His Flying Cloud Sect was much stronger than Wang Weiwei's Wang family. I don't believe Wang Weiwei would dare to offend the Flying Cloud Sect for a young man.
Without another word, Wang Weiwei flashed forward, instantly closing in on Zhao Lingfeng. Her hands moved swiftly, unleashing a barrage of fine needles at him. She was determined to protect Han Yi today; she refused to believe the Flying Cloud Sect would target the Wang family for a mere inner disciple. The needles gleamed coldly in the air, like countless shooting stars. Zhao Lingfeng hurriedly tried to defend himself, but found Wang Weiwei's attacks exceptionally fierce, and he gradually found himself at a disadvantage.
Zhao Lingfeng's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't expected Wang Weiwei, who seemed so delicate, to be so decisive in her actions.
While recovering from his injuries, Han Yi watched the battle between Wang Weiwei and Zhao Lingfeng from a distance. He hadn't expected that this seemingly frail young lady from a prominent family could actually out-cultivate Zhao Lingfeng.
The Black Wind Stronghold's experts, initially at a disadvantage due to their lower cultivation levels and fewer numbers, were quickly overwhelmed by the Flying Cloud Sect disciples. However, with Wang Weiwei's guards and the old servant joining the battle, they quickly gained complete control of the Flying Cloud Sect side. The guards wore serious expressions as they each engaged a Flying Cloud Sect disciple, giving some of the Black Wind Stronghold's wounded brothers a chance to rest. The old servant then faced off against the Flying Cloud Sect disciple wielding a staff.
Wang Weiwei made her move again, the fine needle in her hand shining brightly with spiritual energy surging.
With a "bang!" Wang Weiwei's attack sent Zhao Lingfeng flying, crashing heavily to the ground. However, Wang Weiwei didn't continue her attack but instead spoke calmly.
"Fellow Daoist Lingfeng, I'm sparing your lives out of respect for the Flying Cloud Sect. I hope you'll take care of yourselves."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lingfeng struggled to his feet and prepared to leave with the remaining disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect. Han Yi, however, had already recovered most of his injuries thanks to the blessing of the Zhu You technique. He glared angrily in the direction Zhao Lingfeng had left. Wang Weiwei intended to let this group go, but Han Yi had no such intention. Once he recovered, he would definitely go and intercept and kill Zhao Lingfeng and the others.
After Zhao Lingfeng and his men fled in panic, Han Yi stood there, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge. He slowly raised his head, looking in the direction Zhao Lingfeng and his men had gone, and silently vowed that he would not rest until he avenged this grudge.
Han Yi stood up and bowed to Wang Weiwei, saying, "Thank you for saving my life, young lady. I will remember this kindness forever."
Wang Weiwei nodded slightly, her expression still aloof: "No need to be polite, we can be considered friends."
"Miss Wang, I have a question. This Netherworld Forest is filled with miasma, making it easy to lose one's way. How did you find my location?" Han Yi was curious that Wang Weiwei not only didn't get lost in the miasma but also managed to find his trail. Han Yi didn't believe it was a coincidence; even if there was a special connection, it was impossible for her to save him twice in a row.
"It's because of it."
Wang Weiwei looked at Han Yi with a calm expression. She took out a small, exquisite object from her storage bag and gently held it in her palm. It was a magical artifact shaped like a compass, emitting a faint glow.
"This is a navigation compass, a common magical artifact. With it, we will naturally not lose our way in this Netherworld Forest," Wang Weiwei explained softly.
Han Yi's eyes widened in amazement as he carefully examined the navigation compass. The magical artifact was covered in mysterious runes, and the shimmering light seemed to hold boundless secrets.
"I never imagined such a magical treasure existed in the world!" Han Yi exclaimed, thinking that if he had this treasure, he wouldn't have gotten lost in the Netherworld Forest so many times.
Wang Weiwei looked at Han Yi, as if she had thought of something. She took out another navigation wheel from her storage bag and handed it to Han Yi.
"Young master, take this! This place is extremely dangerous, and it will keep you from getting lost."
Han Yi's eyes lit up with surprise, and he quickly clasped his hands in thanks before accepting the compass without hesitation.
"Thank you very much, Miss Wang. I will always remember this kindness."
Wang Weiwei nodded slightly and said no more. Han Yi carefully put away the steering wheel, his gratitude towards Wang Weiwei growing even stronger.
"We parted in such a hurry last time that I don't even know your name, sir. May I ask how I should address you?"
"Just call me Yihan!"
He looked at Wang Weiwei and asked again, "Miss Wang, may I ask what brings you to the Netherworld Forest this time?"
Wang Weiwei's expression turned serious. "We have come to the Netherworld Forest to search for a rare herb—the Netherworld Spirit Grass. This herb is of great importance to me, which is why we have risked entering this miasma-filled place."
After a moment of contemplation, Han Yi immediately expressed his opinion, "Miss Wang, you have saved me from danger twice and now you have given me the compass. I have no way to repay you and I wish to lend you a hand. I also know a little about this Netherworld Forest, so perhaps I can be of some help."
Wang Weiwei hesitated slightly, then nodded and said, "Alright, since Young Master Yi is so inclined, then let's travel together." If it were based on Han Yi's previous cultivation level, Wang Weiwei wouldn't have wanted him to come along. After all, the place she was going to was near the center, and the dangers there were far greater than those on the outskirts. She didn't want this handsome young man to go and lose his life. Now, after only a few days, Han Yi had already reached the initial stage of Foundation Establishment—such talent was unheard of. Han Yi now possessed the strength to protect himself, so going along wouldn't be a problem.
"Miss Wang, please wait here for a moment, I'll be right back." At this moment, Han Yi's injuries had fully recovered, and his dantian was full of spiritual energy. It was time to settle his grudge with Zhao Lingfeng.
"Young Master, are you still going to Zhao Lingfeng?"
Wang Weiwei looked puzzled; she couldn't understand why Han Yicai, having escaped from Zhao Lingfeng, would still dare to seek revenge.
"Young master, Zhao Lingfeng and his group are quite powerful. Your journey to seek revenge may be dangerous."
A fierce glint flashed in Han Yi's eyes, and he clenched his fist tightly.
"If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being!"
Wang Weiwei frowned slightly, wanting to persuade him further, but was stopped: "Don't worry, young lady, I know what I'm doing and won't act rashly!"
Having said that, Han Yi turned and sped off on his sword, quickly traversing the miasma-filled Netherworld Forest. Using his newly acquired navigation compass, he accurately pursued the direction in which Zhao Lingfeng and the others had fled.
His figure gradually disappeared into the miasma, leaving Wang Weiwei and the others standing there, gazing in the direction he had gone, their expressions complex. Wang Weiwei sighed softly, secretly worried about Han Yi's safety. Meanwhile, Han Yi's heart was burning with the flames of revenge; he quickened his pace, determined to make Zhao Lingfeng and the others pay a heavy price.