The Fantasticks

"Do you remember that the Founding Ancestor prophesied that our Heavenly Sword Sect faced the danger of being wiped out and had been unable to break the deadlock for a long time?" Ye Tiansheng asked.

"I remember," Duan Qingfeng nodded.

Ye Tiansheng went on, "Then what do you think, has our Heavenly Sword Sect broken through this crisis of being wiped out?"

Duan Qingfeng's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean...?"

"That's right, the deadlock of our Heavenly Sword Sect has been broken!"

Ye Tiansheng stroked his beard and laughed, "And this is also the most open-minded thing about that gentleman."

"His style should be called a saint of the times, and his mind is as broad as the heavens."

"Because even in the situation where Peng Xianer was so short-sighted, he did not kill everyone. He only destroyed our Heavenly Sword Sect's sect entrance as a minor lesson. Not only that, he even used this lesson to solve the deadlock of our Heavenly Sword Sect. On top of that, he gave me an opportunity!"

"So how is this not a saint of the times?" Ye Tiansheng asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, Duan Qingfeng suddenly realized.

It was true as Ye Tiansheng said. Although the foundation of their sect was destroyed, the members of the sect were unharmed. Also, the deadlock that had been unsolvable for thousands of years was resolved.

Originally, he had been stuck in grief over the destruction of the sect entrance. At this moment, the gloom finally dispersed.

Ye Tiansheng looked at Yi Feng with admiration and said, "So now when I think back to when that gentleman pushed over that deadlocked game of chess and told me there was no point in sticking to a dead game, we might as well start a new one, I finally understand the true meaning!"

"It turns out he was reminding me that our Heavenly Sword Sect should be reborn!"

"It's fortunate that I did not act rashly at that time, otherwise I would have walked into an inescapable abyss!"

"That's right!"

Duan Qingfeng was also full of emotion.

What he originally thought was a catastrophe for the Heavenly Sword Sect turned out to be a blessing and rebirth for the Heavenly Sword Sect!

"Old Ancestor, forgive my ignorance, but what about that drawn game?"

Duan Qingfeng couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Ye Tiansheng sighed and said solemnly, "That should be considered the final warning from that gentleman!"

"Because he could have easily defeated me, but in the end he finished with a drawn game. This is equivalent to telling us that he has countless ways to wipe out our Heavenly Sword Sect, but he is willing to leave us a way out. This is giving us a way out, then asking us to take good care of ourselves!"

"Therefore, we must not fail to live up to the kindness of our predecessor. At the same time, we must rectify the sect and prevent things like Peng Xianer from happening again!"

"Also, when rebuilding the sect entrance, we should build a statue of the saint modeled after that gentleman for people to worship. Anyone from the Heavenly Sword Sect who approaches must bow three times."

"Yes, sir."

Duan Qingfeng nodded solemnly, his gaze full of gratitude towards Yi Feng.

Because this gentleman was truly a saint. He had the kindness of rebuilding their Heavenly Sword Sect, and deserved all of this.

And in his heart, he also felt deep remorse for his previous resentment towards Yi Feng.

Watching Yi Feng leave, he bowed deeply.

Two days later.

Because the Heavenly Sword Sect was not far from Meixian City, Yi Feng had already returned to Meixian City and gathered with Old Man Wang and others.

After resting for a day, Yi Feng was ready to continue the journey with everyone. After all, he was still concerned about his disciple's wedding.

Yang Tianyu and others all bid farewell to Yi Feng, reluctant looks on their faces.

"Everyone, thank you all this time, but I still have urgent matters to attend to, so I will take my leave for now," Yi Feng said softly.

"Safe travels, Master. We respectfully see off the senior," they all said respectfully.

"Oh right, how can I contact you all in the future?" Yi Feng suddenly remembered to ask.

Hearing this, they became extremely excited.

After all, the fact that Yi Feng was talking about keeping in touch obviously meant he had accepted them!

Thinking of this, they all took out a Sound Transmission Jade Tablet and said, "Master, you can contact us anytime through this."

Looking at the jade tablet in his hand, Yi Feng was quite surprised.

He knew what this was, similar to cell phones in his previous life, but only cultivators and local tyrants with money could use something like this.

Those who pursue art are indeed all rich people!

After putting away the jade tablet and bidding farewell, Yi Feng and his group headed towards Xiajiang.

After traveling for over half a month, they finally arrived at their destination, Yun Family in Hanchang City, Xiajiang.

On the 15-foot tall red lacquered front gate, red silk tassels and big red lanterns hung on both eaves, and red silk was wrapped all around the courtyard walls, a joyous scene.

Yi Feng gathered his sleeves and stood outside the gate, thinking about the news he had heard along the way, worry on his face.

The Yun Family was marrying off their daughter, tomorrow.

The bride was none other than Zhong Qing's first love, Yun Mengtian.

As soon as he heard this news, Zhong Qing's eyes turned red as he clenched his fists tightly, not saying a word.

"Disciple, don't worry, your Master is here," Yi Feng comforted him.

Then he directly went to visit the Yun Family.

After going through some trouble, Yi Feng finally brought Zhong Qing to the Yun Family's living room.

At the head.

A middle-aged man was drinking tea, Yun Sheng, the current head of the Yun Family, and also Yun Mengtian's father.

Suddenly, he put down his teacup and glanced at Yi Feng and Zhong Qing, asking, "You two came from Pingjiang City?"

"That's right," Yi Feng nodded with a smile.

"It seems my Yun Family has no connection with you, sir. Since you've come from so far, please state your purpose!" Yun Sheng asked directly.

Yi Feng stroked his nose, chatted for a while, then directly explained his origins.

After speaking, Master and disciple stared at Yun Sheng intently.

Especially Zhong Qing, full of nervousness.

"Hahaha..."

But Yun Sheng just laughed and looked at Yi Feng, asking, "Sir, don't tell me you're joking? Can't you see my daughter is getting married tomorrow?"

"I know, and that's precisely why I'm in such a hurry," Yi Feng explained. "But my disciple and your daughter do have feelings for each other. I hope Master Yun can respect the wishes of the younger generation."

"Hahaha, respect the wishes of the younger generation?"

Yun Sheng laughed mockingly, looking sideways at Zhong Qing and asking, "Let me ask you, you said your disciple wants to marry my daughter, what can you offer, or rather, what qualifications does your disciple have?"

"To be frank, I did come prepared this time," Yi Feng said. "I have 50,000 gold coins here as a betrothal gift for Master Yun."

"Hahaha, 50,000 gold coins?" Yun Sheng laughed. "You really think nothing of my Yun Family? You want to marry my daughter with just 50,000 gold coins? You are thinking wishfully."

"Is it not enough...?" Yi Feng frowned.

This really was all his net worth.

"Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you. Hurry up and go!"

Yun Sheng waved his hand and stood up, "I might as well tell you, the one my daughter is marrying is Ye WuChen, the young master of the Ye Family. Ye WuChen himself may not be that outstanding, but his Ye Family is the number one family in Hanchang City. His older brother Ye Tianci is even the deputy chief of the Blowing Snow Mountain Villa."

"So even if I agree, the Ye Family will not agree. You might as well give up this idea, lest you bring disaster upon yourselves."

After speaking, he signaled to two of his subordinates.

"Let's go, let's go."

Seeing this, the two subordinates hurriedly pushed Yi Feng and his disciple out the door.