Chapter 107

“Chapter 107: Qin Fei’s Breakdown”

Xiao Yang never expected that this guy Chu Guiyuan would also end up in the Blood Pool.

What about Chu Xiao and the others?

Xiao Yang glanced at the mangled corpses hanging in the Blood Pool; Chu Xiao wasn’t among them.

Of course not, that guy has to give Chu Guiyuan a big green hat in the future, so how could he possibly be dead this early?

“Rumble…”

At this moment, the Blood Pool trembled, with countless rocks and debris cascading from the cave’s roof.

The entire Blood Pool seemed on the verge of collapse.

“Senior Brother, hurry and get out!”

Voices filled with urgency came from the exit, Song Qiang was frantic.

“Xiao Brother, just give me a hand!”

Chu Guiyuan was equally panicked.

“Hold on, why are you butting in line? First come, first served, you know?”

The old man shouted angrily at Chu Guiyuan.

But then he turned around with a fawning smile to Xiao Yang and said, “Young friend, what do you think of my disciple’s looks? I can’t say she’s as beautiful as a fairy, but she does have the kind of appearance that would make fish sink and birds fall. If you save us, I, Liu Qingyun, will make sure to give her to you, how’s that?”

The old man pointed at a young woman hanging nearby.

“What are you talking about, old man?”

The young woman glared at him, utterly displeased.

Xiao Yang looked at the girl and saw she was indeed beautiful, her large, bright eyes shining with intelligence.

The most impressive part was that even in such a life-threatening situation, she remained remarkably calm.

This kind of courage was nothing like Jiang Ting, who was a sheltered flower in a greenhouse.

“Hey, you old coot, how shameless can you be to sell out your disciple to save your skin? How disgraceful!”

Chu Guiyuan cursed.

“Senior Brother, hurry out! We’re running out of time!”

Everyone had managed to escape except for a frantic Song Qiang at the exit.

At that moment, cracks began to streak across the rocky walls surrounding the Blood Pool.

The massive cave was about to collapse at any moment.

Xiao Yang wasn’t worried.

He felt a pang of disappointment; his younger disciples only cared about saving themselves, while only Song Qiang worried about him. Even his childhood friend, Jiang Ting, had probably already escaped.

True feelings are revealed in times of crisis; the ancients certainly didn’t lie!

After all, he, Xiao Yang, was their lifesaver.

“You don’t understand, this young friend is bold and exceptional. He must not be a mere subject of the Blood Pool; for my disciple to marry him would be her good fortune.”

“Young friend, no matter what, please save us first. Everything is negotiable; if necessary, she can even be a concubine!”

The old man was desperate; he didn’t want to die here.

“Wait a minute, who did you say you are?”

Xiao Yang suddenly had a revelation; he finally recalled who this old man was.

“I’m… no, I am Liu Qingyun,”

the old man said seriously.

“Liu Qingyun? The biggest con artist in the Northern Region?”

Xiao Yang gawked at the old man.

He was the leader of the Qingyun Sect, the big fraud who roamed the Northern Region!

The Qingyun Sect was once known as one of the three great sword sects in the Northern Region, alongside the Qingyang Sword Sect and the Fuyiao Sword Sect.

But hundreds of years ago, the Demon Sect suddenly attacked the Qingyun Sect, annihilating all the sect’s experts and leading to its swift decline.

Now, even their mountain head was seized by bandits.

Liu Qingyun could only bring his disciples along, scheming in the Northern Region.

In the future, he must deal with the Demon Sect; the Qingyun Sect would be critical.

With this thought, Xiao Yang waved his hand, and with a flash of Sword Light, he cut the webs binding the old man and the young woman.

Then, with a wave of his sleeve, the two were wrapped in an invisible force and flew toward the exit.

“Young friend, I keep my promises; just wait to marry your wife, haha…”

Song Qiang caught them.

“Take them out; I’ll be right behind you!”

Xiao Yang called out loudly to Song Qiang.

“This…”

Song Qiang hesitated.

“Just go! I can’t be trapped here!”

Xiao Yang waved at Song Qiang.

“Yes, Senior Brother, be careful!”

Song Qiang said no more, taking the old man and his disciple and bolting out.

“Xiao Brother, Xiao Brother… help!”

Chu Guiyuan was in a real panic now.

If Xiao Yang didn’t step in to save him, he might very well meet his end in this Blood Pool.

“That guy Liu Qingyun is willing to give his disciple to me; what do you have? What do I gain from saving you?”

Xiao Yang said with a semblance of a smile, looking at the Chu Guiyuan tightly ensnared by spider silk above the Blood Pool.

“Rumble…”

At that moment, a deep sound rang out, and the cracks on the cave walls multiplied.

Xiao Yang pretended to turn away to leave.

“Xiao Brother, save me! I’m not really Chu Guiyuan!”

Chu Guiyuan cried out, seeing the cave ceiling about to collapse.

“What?”

Xiao Yang froze; he wasn’t Chu Guiyuan?

How is that possible?

In the Northern Region, who would dare impersonate the Holy Son of the Guiyuan Martial Sect?

After all, the Guiyuan Martial Sect was the second strongest sect in the Northern Region.

Except for the Fuyiao Sword Sect, which ruled over the Yuanwu Immortal Domain, the Guiyuan Martial Sect was the strongest.

Impersonating the Sect Holy Son of the Guiyuan Martial Sect for con artistry? That’s basically asking for death!

“I’m really not Chu Guiyuan; I’m his twin brother, Chu Guixi,”

Chu Guixi hurriedly explained.

“What? There’s this kind of backstory?”

Xiao Yang was stunned; this was a huge secret since he hadn’t known it in his past life.

The Holy Son of the Guiyuan Martial Sect actually had an identical twin brother?

He recalled all the encounters with Chu Guiyuan in his past life; there indeed seemed to be something off.

In his last life, when he stormed the ancient immortal cave, Chu Guiyuan had clearly taken a fatal blow from him and should not have survived.

But a few days later, the guy bounced back up and appeared before him as if nothing had happened.

He thought Chu Guiyuan had some miraculous medicine for resurrection.

Could it be that this time he killed Chu Guixi instead of the real Chu Guiyuan?

“Liu Ruxian was clearly my companion; why should I let him have her? The position of Sect Holy Son was mine to start with! Why should I give way? Just because he awakened the Xuanwu Sacred Body? Why should he get it?”

Chu Guixi became increasingly agitated.

What on earth? There was this kind of juicy backstory between the two brothers?

Chu Guiyuan was being too greedy—he wanted both the woman and the title of Holy Son?

This Chu Guixi was quite a pitiful guy himself.

“Xiao Brother, I don’t want to die! I’m unwilling! I want back everything that belongs to me! I want it all back!”

Chu Guixi wailed.

Xiao Yang never imagined the Holy Son of the Guiyuan Martial Sect would be such a despicable person.

In his past life, he deserved to be killed by Chu Xiao and Liu Ruxian.

At that moment, the cave ceiling above the Blood Pool shattered, large rocks tumbling down.

The rocks smashed into the Blood Pool, splattering the blood-like water everywhere.

“Xiao Brother, save me…”

Chu Guixi, hanging above the Blood Pool, screamed as he began to plummet.

Xiao Yang charged forward, grabbed the thread binding Chu Guixi, and bolted toward the exit.

“Xiao Brother, from now on, you’re my real brother…”

Chu Guixi exclaimed, a mix of surprise and joy.

“Bang!”

His forehead crashed into a rock, shattering it and causing a large bump to form on his head.

Xiao Yang pulled Chu Guixi just as they burst out.

“Rumble…”

With a massive crash, the entire cave collapsed, burying the Blood Pool under heaps of debris.

At the same time, in a nondescript house in Black Wind City.

Qin Fei’s mouth was stuffed with a rag, followed by panting like a wild beast.

He had been forcibly put upon by his uncle’s two disciples.

A single pristine tear rolled down his cheek.

Two figures quietly appeared outside the house.

It was Ming He and Yin Yue.

They poked through a broken window to take a look inside.

“What the hell, that’s hard on the eyes!”

Ming He cursed softly.

Qin Fei caught sight of the two figures outside the window.

“Wuwuwu…”

Qin Fei tried to cry for help, but his mouth was muffled, making it impossible to utter a sound.

He recognized them, but Ming He and Yin Yue didn’t recognize Qin Fei.

Because at that moment, Qin Fei had been reduced to a state of a battered mess from the brutal treatment by his uncle’s two lust-driven disciples; even if he stood right in front of Ming He and Yin Yue, they wouldn’t recognize him.

“Li Kuang’s disciples are way too thirsty, even going for guys?”

Ming He said, shuddering all over.

“Ugh, how filthy…”

Yin Yue frowned.

“From now on, if we eat with these two, we’ll need to use separate chopsticks.”

Ming He said with disgust.

They didn’t realize that Li Kuang’s two disciples had been ensnared by Yin Yang Ecstasy Smoke.

They just figured these two were up to no good again.

Even guys? Gross!

Can’t you two losers come and save me already?

Qin Fei was screaming internally, completely falling apart.

His people were right outside; they saw him being overwhelmed, yet there was no way to cry for help.

These two were just making snide remarks outside.

Qin Fei was so furious he could barely hold himself together, Bile rising as he was left utterly helpless.

He wondered, oh heavens, why make him see hope only to plunge him into despair again!