121: Yellow Sand Gate

Chapter 1: I was flamed too severely, so the author just deleted everything and rewrote it~

If you're interested, you can go take a look~

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Lin Feng led Yao'er into a tavern named “Huangsha Building.”

“Boss, a private room.”

The waiter, sharp-eyed, saw Lin Feng’s extraordinary demeanor, and the Fairy Yao'er behind him was even more exceptionally beautiful. He immediately greeted them with a beaming smile.

“Alright, two Immortal Masters! Upstairs please, the elegant room is quiet!”

At the same time, in a private room by the window on the second floor, a young man dressed in a luxurious yellow robe was clinking cups with two attendants.

The young man inadvertently glanced, and his gaze froze on the graceful figure who had just walked up the stairs.

The wine cup in his hand paused in mid-air, and his Adam’s apple unconsciously bobbed up and down.

“Hiss…”

The young man beckoned a waiter, and a Low-Grade Spirit Stone popped out from his fingertip.

“Go, check the background of those two.”

The waiter, having received a benefit, grinned from ear to ear. Before long, he scurried back and whispered a few words into his ear.

After listening to the report, the greedy expression on the yellow-robed young man’s face grew stronger, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“An unfamiliar young Cultivator? Heh heh, a nobody who popped out of nowhere, dares to bring such a peerless beauty to my Kumen Island.”

He swirled the wine in his cup, and calculating light flickered in his eyes.

“This woman’s beauty, I’m afraid, is even better than those Cauldrons of Brother Qingyang. After I’ve had my fill, I’ll give this woman to Brother Qingyang. Wouldn’t that be another favor?”

The more he thought about it, the more pleased he became. He immediately got up and, taking his two attendants, swaggered towards Lin Feng’s private room.

Lin Feng’s Divine Sense had already detected them, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, simply pouring tea for himself.

Yao'er sat opposite him, her heart still anxious for her Senior Sister’s safety, and she hadn't noticed the commotion outside.

“Bang!”

With a loud bang, the private room door was kicked open from the outside, and splintered wood flew inwards.

The Huangsha Gate Young Master walked in arrogantly, his hands clasped behind his back, his chin held high.

He glanced at Lin Feng, who sat motionless, and seeing no hint of panic on the other party’s face, he assumed he was scared silly.

He became even more pleased, his gaze directly bypassing Lin Feng and falling unbridledly on Yao'er’s face.

Upon closer inspection, that face was even more naturally enchanting, a blend of purity and charm that made his breathing hitch.

“Tsk tsk, I truly like this one!” He made no attempt to hide his desire, extending his tongue to lick his lips.

“This Fairy,” the Huangsha Gate Young Master showed what he thought was a dashing smile, “This place is crude. How about accompanying this Young Master to the private room next door for a few drinks?”

Yao'er’s heart tightened, and she subconsciously looked at Lin Feng.

Seeing Lin Feng’s calm expression and lack of movement, her heart suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Could it be… Senior also fears the power of the Huangsha Sect?

That’s right, this is, after all, the Huangsha Sect’s territory. For Senior to travel so far for her was already a great kindness. How could she force him to make a deadly enemy of the local power for her sake?

Her mind raced, and she was already prepared to get up and play along.

However, just as she was about to make a move, she felt a gentle yet irresistible force press her down onto the seat, unable to move.

“Miss Yuan, pour the wine.”

Lin Feng’s calm voice sounded, completely ignoring the three people beside him who looked like clowns.

Yao'er was startled, then a strange sense of security welled up in her heart. She softly “Hmm’d,” picked up the wine pot, and with a slight lift of her slender hand, refilled the clear wine in the cup before Lin Feng.

This scene completely ignited the Huangsha Gate Young Master’s rage.

This was naked contempt!

“You dog!” He roared, his face contorted, “How dare you put on airs in this Young Master’s territory! Today, I will cripple your cultivation, and then, right in front of you, I will properly play with your female companion!”

Before his words finished, he had already taken a sudden step forward, a brilliant yellow light bursting from his right fist, carrying a sharp whooshing sound, and smashing directly towards Lin Feng’s face.

“Huangsha Fist!”

This punch was his full power strike at the Peak of Foundation Establishment cultivation. The fist wind surged, raising a phantom of sand and dust, its might quite impressive.

Yao'er’s heart instantly leaped to her throat as she nervously watched Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, however, didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Just as the large fist was about to touch Lin Feng’s face, a bizarre scene occurred.

The fist seemed to have a mind of its own, drawing an extremely unnatural arc in mid-air, suddenly changing direction, and brutally smashing into the Huangsha Gate Young Master’s own face.

“Crack!”

“Pfft!”

The Huangsha Gate Young Master was sent flying backward by his own powerful punch, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam mixed with seven or eight broken teeth. Half of his cheek was swollen high, and his eyeballs were bloodshot and bulging, making him look extremely horrifying.

“I… I…” He covered his face, his mind blank, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

From childhood, he had run rampant on Kumen Island; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

“What are you standing there for?! Attack him! Cripple him!” He shrieked hysterically at the two terrified attendants behind him.

The two attendants exchanged glances, their faces full of bitterness.

Their Young Master, at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, suffered such a bizarre and huge loss. What good would it do for the two of them, who were at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, to go up?

But they dared not disobey the order, so the two could only brace themselves and, one from the left and one from the right, simultaneously attacked Lin Feng.

The person on the left delivered a fierce whip kick, sweeping directly at Lin Feng’s lower body; the person on the right threw a straight punch, attacking Lin Feng’s chest.

However, it was exactly the same as before.

That whip kick and that straight punch, when they approached within three feet of Lin Feng, seemed to be pulled by an invisible large hand, once again strangely changing their trajectory.

“Bang!”

“Aow—!”

A muffled thud accompanied a shriek so shrill it sounded inhuman.

The right attendant’s fist solidly slammed into the chest of the Huangsha Gate Young Master, who was lying on the ground.

And the left attendant’s whip kick, without deviation, precisely hit the vital spot between his two legs.

The Huangsha Gate Young Master twitched violently all over from the pain, arching his body like a cooked shrimp, making hoarse sounds, unable to even scream.

“You… you dog… you just wait!” Under extreme pain, the Huangsha Gate Young Master’s face was distorted, and he hissed intermittently, “My… my good friend… the Qingyang Sect Young Master… is in my sect… wait until I invite him over… he will surely… surely tear you to pieces! And your woman will be… Ah ah ah ah—!”

Before he could finish his harsh words, two crisp bone-cracking sounds suddenly echoed in the private room.

“Crack! Crack!”

The Huangsha Gate Young Master’s two arms were twisted backward into a pretzel shape at an unnatural angle, the pale white bone splinters piercing through flesh and exposed to the air, dripping with blood.

At this point, he finally dared not say another word.

Boundless fear drowned all his anger and malice.

He looked in terror at the green-robed man who hadn’t moved an inch from beginning to end, using his hands and feet, scrambling miserably towards the private room door.

The two attendants were also scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and they quickly helped their Young Master up, tumbling and crawling out of this private room, which was like a purgatory.

The clamor subsided, and the private room returned to tranquility, with only a faint smell of blood.

Lin Feng picked up the wine pot and filled Yao'er’s empty wine cup.

He pushed the wine cup towards Yao'er and said gently, “Miss Yuan, he knows the Qingyang Sect Young Master, which is why I spared his life just now. Please don’t mind.”

Yao'er held the wine cup, her hands still trembling slightly.

She looked at Lin Feng’s calm face, her shock immeasurable.

She replied, somewhat overwhelmed, “Senior… Senior can just call me Yao'er. Senior is truly thoughtful; to be able to help Yao'er is already something I’m extremely grateful for!”

“Then let’s eat first.” Lin Feng smiled, as if nothing had happened just now, “I think we’ll soon meet that Qingyang Sect Young Master.”

With that, he called out towards the door.

“Innkeeper, serve the dishes!”

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At this time, Han Li is around 92 years old, and he will emerge from Core Formation at 127 years old.

Purple Spirit should be born a few years later, and in the original work, Wen Siyue should be even later by several decades.