Chapter 60: Ding! Congratulations, Host! You Have Successfully Killed the Child of Destiny…
“AAAAAA!!”
Ye Tang let out a mighty roar, channeling a huge surge of Spirit Power into his spear, and with a savage burst of energy, shattered the chains on his weapon.
He spun around like a caffeinated squirrel and hurled himself at Bai Feng. Bai Feng’s eyes flashed with black and white light—seriously, was he trying to be an emo ninja?—and Ye Tang suddenly felt like his brain had been smacked with a giant hammer, blacking out for a second.
Thud!
When he came to, he saw a bamboo sword lodged right in his chest. Wild Spirit Energy went berserk inside him, tearing him apart from the inside out. A rickety talisman floated down and burst into an intense sword Qi, while glowing lines beneath his feet lit up like a neon sign. Chains exploded onto the scene, wrapping him up tighter than grandma’s shawl, while stabbing roots and sword Qi slashes attacked from all directions.
“You b*stard!!! I’ll k*ll you a thousand times over!!” Ye Tang’s eyes burned red with rage, the surrounding Spirit Power pouring out like a volcano of fury, swirling with sinister black gas, making him look like some evil entity from a Saturday horror movie.
“F***, how many times does the Child of Destiny need to “pop” before he’s dead? This guy is harder to k*ll than cockroaches under a microwave!” Bai Feng cursed, unable to hold back.
But Bai Feng’s keen eyes caught on Ye Tang’s weirdness—this wasn’t just luck saving him, not by a mile. Was he wielding some strange weapon? Hmm. That weapon in Ye Tang’s hand was unlike anything Bai Feng had seen, and initially it was the weapon’s Spirit Power that forced his attack back.
As Bai Feng studied Ye Tang, Ye Tang was staring daggers at him, bl**d dripping from countless wound holes. Black Spirit Gas poured forth, sealing him up in a dark cocoon, while Spirit Power within him started to ‘burn’ fiercely, growing even more intense.
Just when Bai Feng thought he’d pounce again, Ye Tang used that colossal surge of power to turn on his heel and dash away in another direction.
The Child of Destiny ran away!
“Not so fast! If I don’t wipe that smirk off his face, wouldn’t all this Luck Points I just gained be wasted?” Bai Feng thought swiftly, prepared for the strategized escape of this selfish little brat. As a master of Illusions and Array formations, he’d prepared more than just a basic illusion.
Meanwhile, other Array techniques kicked into overdrive. Chains, terrain alterations, the Five Elements Cage, Earth Spikes, Sword Qi: k*ll Mode—everything was hurled at Ye Tang.
“d*mn it, guess I have no choice now!” Ye Tang glanced at the two monster beasts still battling in the cave. The fight was chaotic and he hadn’t summoned them earlier, but now he had a new Plan B.
A wicked smile twisted across his face: “Bai Feng, if you don’t want to be dragging your sister and senior brother’s corpse back home, then keep coming at me! Burning Spirit Fire, now!!”
“Are you done talking?” Bai Feng’s eyes welled with bl**d tears. He clenched an empty bottle, swallowing all the pills inside in one gulp.
Suddenly, the scenic forest outside had transformed—not into a lush woodland, but into a barren Gobi Desert under a bl**d-red moon.
“What? Where the hell am I?”
Ye Tang found himself nailed to a wooden cross, his spear tossed aside, face pale with terror as he struggled desperately.
“You’re still grosser than I imagined,” Bai Feng picked up a sharpened green bamboo stick and stabbed it straight into Ye Tang’s heart. “Welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay!”
“Ah!! You can’t!! I’m a genius of the Ye Family, the senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect!! How could I d*e at the hands of a waste like you?!” Ye Tang’s body once again erupted with black light, and suddenly, his spear—which had fallen to the ground—appeared right in his grasp.
“Oh, so that thing is helping you?” Bai Feng said with a raised brow.
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in his ear, and he felt his right arm suddenly lighten—a clean cut, chopped clean off. His arm thudded to the ground.
“Bye-bye.”
Ye Tang raised his head, but what he saw began to blur. The line between reality and illusion blurred and overlapped like a bad TV signal.
There, shining faintly with white light, was a beautiful bamboo sword—like a shooting star falling from the sky.
The scene in front of him kept enlarging—the bamboo sword, the glow, the promise of escape. As Ye Tang’s vision painfully contracted, he was unable to move his body at all, feeling as if he was still nailed to the wooden cross.
‘I… I can’t d*e here… I still have…’
No miracle occurred. His eyes widened in terror, a fresh bl**d hole opening on his forehead.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully slain the Child of Destiny, Ye Tang. Based on his cultivation and strength, reward: 8,888 Luck Points and the Immortal Fire: Burning Spirit.]
[Ding! Luck Points have surpassed 10,000! Reward: Yin-Yang Pattern Fragment *1. System upgrading now.]
Don’t worry, during the upgrade, you can still use the system!
Perplexed, Bai Feng exhaled, ignoring the system notifications for the moment. He drew a common sword from his storage bag and decisively chopped Ye Tang’s head off, ensuring the Child of Destiny was truly dead.
Then he turned to the spear on the ground—though Ye Tang’s right arm was gone, this wicked-looking spear was still clinging tightly to his grasp, probably the reason Ye Tang was so hard to k*ll: that sinister-looking spear.
“Better destroy this stuff,” Bai Feng muttered.
It looked cursed just sitting there, and its mysterious power was probably no good to keep around. Besides, he wasn’t hurting for weapons.
He summoned the flames of the system’s reward—Flaming Spirit Fire—and leapt onto the spear. The fiery red flames soared, emitting a piercing scream as they bit into the weapon.
“Yep, definitely got problems.”
He intensified the flames, causing massive amounts of black Spirit Gas to billow out of the spear, which in turn darkened further and ignited. Bai Feng watched as the black smoke coated the spear and turned it into a smoking ruin.
Satisfied, he also burned the corpse of Ye Tang along with the spear, until only a pile of ashes remained. He sighed heavily and sat down, the blackness clouding his vision.
He rubbed his eyes, feeling fuzzy, like he’d been staring through an overly strong pair of glasses.
“F***, could the Yin-Yang Pattern also have eye-bleeding side effects? If I keep using it, am I going to go blind?” he mumbled.
[Ding! The host is merely exhausted. Rest for a few days and you’ll recover. Don’t confuse the system’s rewards with anime clichés!]
Bai Feng: “……”
System: “Are you really upgrading? Why can’t I even complain without crashing?”
Oh well. That’s a relief.
Suddenly, Bai Feng heard footsteps approaching. He turned, only to see blurry figures walking over.
“You, are you okay?”
“Junior Brother, what happened? What’s going on here?”
Two voices sounded at once. Bai Feng strained to tell them apart—one was timid and high-pitched, probably Su Lan Qian, and the other was chattering endlessly. Yep, definitely Yu Yao.
“Your eyes are bleeding, too?”
Yu Yao hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe Bai Feng’s face, only to realize—wait, what’s wrong with his eyes? They looked a bit gray-white, and he seemed to be staring right past her.
“Junior Brother, your eyes…”
“It’s nothing. I overused my Spirit Power. Just need a few days of rest,” Bai Feng waved dismissively. “Now, please let me rest.”
“Oh, okay! We’ll head back to the cave now!” Yu Yao lifted her hand to help him, but then paused—she was a bit short, so she looked to Su Lan Qian, “Sister Su, can you lend a hand?”
“Sure, sure.”
Su Lan Qian nodded quickly, nervously extending her hand to steady Bai Feng’s arm.
Meanwhile, Yu Yao kept gripping her sword tightly, alert for trouble. Fortunately, once inside the cave, no new enemies appeared.
Outside the cave, Yu Yao watched the two monster beasts that had stopped fighting. With Ye Tang dead and the wicked spear shattered by Bai Feng, no one was giving secret commands. The beasts, now soulless shells, simply stopped attacking.
“Is someone controlling these beasties?” Yu Yao wondered, lost in thought. She’d thought her luck had saved her from detection earlier, but now she suspected a deeper scheme: “Looks like Bai Feng chased away or even took down that guy—maybe even more than that?”
Sigh. Her senior sister’s face fell—she was totally useless today, having to rely on her Junior Brother for protection.
Getting angrier, she swung her sword and decapitated both beast bodies before rejoining the cave.
By now, Bai Feng was resting with Su Lan Qian watching over him. Curious disciples gathered outside. The bedding and clothes underneath were unrecognizable—probably left behind by someone—and a pile of pills from their senior siblings sat on the side.
“Junior Brother, I’m in!”
Yu Yao tiptoed inside, only to find Bai Feng and Su Lan Qian sitting quietly. She tilted her head—was she arriving too late?
Actually, Su Lan Qian was the first to notice Bai Feng and rushed out directly. Bai Feng recognized her immediately—
“Senior Sister,” he nodded politely, although he couldn’t quite tell who the other figures were. “By the way, how did you find me?”
Yu Yao didn’t know what Bai Feng was thinking but was glad he recognized her instantly.
“Hehe, actually, we just sensed a fight outside. Sister Su said it was you, so we rushed out in a hurry. Then I followed. Say… did you give her something to help locate you? I didn’t realize you were outside, or I wouldn’t have let you fight alone!”
Next to her, Su Lan Qian looked a little embarrassed; she knew the reason Bai Feng was nearby was simple—episodes of violent fluctuations had caused her silent Heart Demon to go quiet, perhaps to somehow help him.
