Chapter 312: If You Want It, Just Come and Get It!
In the brief moment He Yī froze, Bai Feng was already rushing straight in front of him, sword outstretched, aiming for his chest.
“Playing gods and ghosts!?”
He Yī snorted coldly, first raising a broken spear to block Bai Feng’s attack. Then he swung forcefully, bashing Bai Feng back several meters.
He didn’t stop. He charged again, fully aware that his life hung by a thread—only by defeating this guy could he escape!
But just then, a crisp *click* of fingers echoed in his ear. Waves of spiritual energy rippled, making his heart flutter with unease. He paused again, but nothing happened.
“Is that all you’ve got—tricks?”
Having been toyed with twice in a row, his expression darkened a bit.
“But they’re pretty effective, aren’t they?”
Bai Feng grinned, snapping his fingers again. More spiritual waves surged. It seemed the *finger snap* was just creating a disturbance—disorienting the enemy with a quick burst of spiritual energy.
“Idiot. This kind of move only works once!”
“Wrong. It only tricks one big fool twice.”
“I hope your skills are as sharp as your mouth.”
Fury flared in He Yī’s eyes. He brandished his spear and lunged again. Suddenly, several array symbols appeared on the ground. Vines erupted from beneath, shooting straight at him. He hurriedly stopped, swung his hand, and smashed the vines apart—but more sprouted from underground the next second.
“Hand over your tiger, and I’ll let you and your friends go, deal?” Bai Feng stood behind the vines, speaking calmly.
He Yī glanced down at the still-unconscious tiger, his suspicion deepening. That tiger definitely ate something related to the Immortals.
But the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to hand over the tiger. He raised his head defiantly: “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. If you want it, come and get it!”
With that, he unleashed a huge burst of spiritual power, smashing the vines into bits.
“I knew I’d have to fight.”
White Feathers Mo wasn’t surprised by He Yī’s rejection. The ground beneath him flickered with more array symbols, countless sword energy swirling beside him.
He Yī sensed an overwhelming force pushing against his body. Though he kept a disdainful look, his heart sank—this array wasn’t conjured up in a second. That meant their movements had been discovered, and probably someone was hot on their trail—probably someone who’d followed them all along. That’s the only way to explain how they knew exactly where they were.
Thoughts flashed through his mind. But the pressure from the array increased—he couldn’t afford to think anymore.
No matter who the other guy was, he had to defeat him and get out with the tiger!
He pressed forward, charging at Bai Feng.
But this time, Bai Feng didn’t face him head-on. Instead, he relied on the array to keep him at bay.
He kept snapping his fingers repeatedly. At first, he was cautious; then he just ignored the noise altogether—especially since more than one person might be present. He needed to settle this guy and leave quickly.
Another crisp *click*—but this time Bai Feng ignored everything. He reached out with his broken spear and thrust it forcefully at Bai Feng.
At the last second, two sharp sword tips stabbed out from his chest. His face froze in disbelief as he turned stiffly to face the enemy piercing his chest.
They were two women—expressionless, yet radiating killing intent.
When did they? How had he not noticed?
As the swords slowly withdrew, He Yī collapsed to the ground, seemingly drained of all strength.
He couldn’t understand it. Even with grave injuries, how could a mere Transformation God approach and wound him—wasn’t that impossible?
But the rampant sword energy inside his body couldn’t be faked. Even if he was unwilling to believe it, he could only close his eyes, dejected.
“Brother, are you OK?”
Bai Yumo hurried over to Bai Feng, scrutinizing him nonstop until she was satisfied he was unharmed, then let out a small sigh of relief.
Nearby, Yun Yue Yao was more direct—she reached out and touched Bai Feng’s body without hesitation.
Bai Feng pushed her small hand away. “Nothing’s wrong. You guys arrived just in time.”
Bai Yumo still looked somewhat annoyed. “Next time, don’t do stuff like that. I could’ve handled him myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, next time I won’t.”
Bai Feng didn’t argue. He knew the power of the Celestial Bone and the Body Tempering Technique well. Even though this guy was a Transformation God, he was badly injured—initially, he might have had the upper hand, but over time, it’d be He Yī’s downfall.
But he didn’t have unlimited time, and the longer it dragged out, the more unpredictable things could become. To quickly handle these two monsters, he prioritized having Bai Yumo and Yun Yue Yao take down the underground-dwelling fellow first. Meanwhile, he used the array to delay He Yī, casting Illusion Arts to obstruct part of He Yī’s perception, enabling his allies to launch a sneak attack.
Of course, the main advantage was that both his master and sect leader watched from nearby—though it looked dangerous, it was actually quite safe.
“Alright, now for the highlight of this trip.”
Bai Feng turned to the tiger lying on the ground and a flicker of flames burst from his hand.
Just like with the Immortal Mark, after reaching the Transformation God, he could unleash more tricks without fear of others coveting them. Plus, the excuse was simple—he had recently visited Fairy Tian Yan’s Secret Realm. Sending the Immortal Fire into the secret realm was the plan. After all, the Nine-Tailed Fox ‘caught’ someone and obtained fire, so getting Immortal Fire wasn’t so unbelievable anymore.
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The Immortal Fire descended on the tiger’s body, seeping into its flesh. Bai Feng had no intention of killing the tiger outright—such an action would be too risky. Instead, he planned to start from the source.
But in the next second, the tiger’s eyes snapped open, and a surge of demonic energy burst from within.
“I honestly thought you’d be dead…!”
Bai Feng didn’t hesitate. He snapped his fingers again, and intricate array symbols radiated outward from him, spreading like vines. Four long swords materialized instantly, stabbing toward the tiger and pinning it to the ground.
“Roar!!”
The tiger let out a furious roar, its skin bulging and contracting repeatedly—like a internal force was struggling to break free.
Seeing this, Bai Feng pushed even harder. Fierce flames erupted within the tiger’s body, incinerating the demonic energy instantly.
Suddenly, a pale, white arm reached out from the tiger’s back, as if trying to crawl further out—but it was stuck.
The arm changed its mind and directly grabbed He Yī, who was all but dead.
But a sword’s light flashed—severing the finger and part of the hand with a clean cut.
The finger fell from the arm, losing all power, burned to ash in the Immortal Fire’s embrace.
Standing beside them was Chu Ning Yan with a bamboo sword in hand. She had just sliced off the finger, but her expression wasn’t relieved—more like heavy.
The severed arm quickly retracted, with flesh growing back toward the wound until a new finger sprouted.
She slightly frowned: “As expected, the Divine Monarch’s pursuits are not exactly virtuous.”
