Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Chapter 47 The Pinnacle Moment

“Sssss…”

The power of Sifan was like a strong correction fluid, which only generated a golden glow when wiping over the eaves of Yonghe Palace.

With a few strokes, the inky square bricks, carved beams, and golden halls all turned into stubborn golden glows. The deeper Sifan wiped inside, the thicker the gold became, from the initial pale gold to a full, deep gold crystal wall in the end.

Embedded on the deep gold crystal wall was half of an amber walnut shell, about ten feet in diameter.

The amber walnut shell, crystal clear. Inside, nine streaks of purple flame twisted and rolled; if one looked past the purple outer flame, trembling within were nine wooden and copper items. But the flames were too bright to see clearly.

The essence and mystery of an entire Yan Fu Fruit, the kernel which bears infinite vitality, were this very thing.

Amid the flowing halo, whether it was Feng Yi's Yellow River waves or the red-backed man falling from the space opened by the mountainous black wings in the sky, there was still a considerable distance.

The one who carefully avoided the “traces of Sifan” and stood in front of Yonghe Palace was Lady Dan.

Her fingers caressed the massive walnut shell, her eyes flickering as if calculating something.

However, as soon as she saw the yellow waves slamming over, Lady Dan didn't hesitate and swiftly retreated out of the courtyard.

The red-backed man dived and landed, his feet stomping into the white stone bricks, innumerable earth spires breaking through the smooth ground. His back, arms, and chest were densely covered in seeping blood wounds. He shook his head, flinging off the droplets of blood like beads of sweat from the tips of his hair. Then, looking up, his fierce eyes landed on Feng Yi, whose lower body had turned into mighty turbid waves.

Feng Yi, distracted, pressed the handle button fiercely, as Sifan's power hastened the wiping motion. The amber walnut embedded in the golden crystal wall loosened considerably, and within a few breaths, the rustling sound became continuous.

“Crack~”

As the amber walnut shell rolled down, Feng Yi's eyebrows shot up, and the surging froth and the yellow tide pierced through Zhaotai Gate, the Hall of the Heavenly Kings, Yongyou Palace, Falun Hall, and Wanfu Pavilion, leaving a vast ocean in their wake!

Natural disaster.

As the river water flooded, Feng Yi grasped the amber walnut and rushed towards the sky without hesitation.

“You really honor me, truly honor me!”

Feng Yi's expression turned maniacal: “I thought I'd encounter Old Man Kang's troops, but I didn't expect…”

All of a sudden, a pair of dense eyebrows appeared right in front of Feng Yi, almost hitting him in the face.

The waves splashed!

The giant waves of the Yellow River kept rolling towards the sky, falling down like a torrential rainstorm.

“Everyone get out of the way!”

In front of Meridian Gate, the three characters 'Li Yan' burst like spring thunder from his tongue.

The men from Wushan jolted. Amidst the ruins and the stark white traces crisscrossing half the sky, they each found shelter from the muddy rain.

The image of the old man struck squarely by the Yellow River waters, reduced to mere bones, was vivid in everyone's minds.

Splish-splash-splash~

The torrential rain ceased.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, a series of tearing sounds came from behind the muddy waves, like thunder rolling.

During the chaos, Li Yan did not evade and, along with Lady Dan, remained exposed beneath the turbid tide.

“How about that? Can I do it?”

“…Fifty percent.”

“Ha, that's pretty high.”

“Li Yan, where there's life, there's hope.”

The man shook his head: “When it comes to the crunch, you've got to let go.”

He pulled the woman into his arms and kissed her cold lips lightly.

The light was brilliantly green as Li Yan took off the Copper Coin and threw it to Cha Xiaodao, who was underneath the collapsed archway.

“Give it back after it's over. If you can't, take it with you.”

Li Yan tied the soap belt around his waist, pulling both ends tightly to knot it.

“You…”

Before Cha Xiaodao could finish speaking, the muddy torrential rain fell.

Li Yan, facing upward, stood still, surprisingly not causing even the slightest ripple!

[Punishment Division Soap Belt (Night)]

Quality: ???

Killing pigs is a trifling matter, killing people is nine rivers up.

The symbol of the Yinsi Criminal Code, wearing this belt, you will become “Xi Yi.”

Cannot be taken out of this Yan Fu event.

[Xi Yi]: Can only interact with things that are in a “Xi Yi” state. The wearer retains basic clothing when walking in Yan Fu, but cannot use any weapons. The Seal Space cannot be used.

Atop the collapsing eaves of Yonghe Palace, Feather Lord tightly gripped Feng Yi's neck.

Feng Yi, who could transform into the mighty Yellow River, could not stir a single wave within Feather Lord's grasp, struggling for his life like an ordinary person, kicking wildly and desperately clawing at Feather Lord's forearm.

“The new 'Living' Suffering, you're just this?”

Feather Lord's grip tightened bit by bit. His face was full of roguishness, his smile malevolent no matter how one looked at it.

“Even if you were placed among the Six Ministries Walkers, you wouldn't be among the top tier.”

An amber walnut shell plummeted straight down, landing beside the two men.

Boom~

The amber walnut shell, as wide as a measure, hit the ground, splashing water and countless bricks and tiles.

With eyes rolling back, Feng Yi loosened his grip, a handle slid out from his sleeve, and he pressed it hard.

Feather Lord's pupils contracted, as a deathly pale scratch took the place where he had just been, and as soon as Feng Yi's neck was freed a little, his hand erupted in agony.

“Aaah~”

Feng Yi clutched his right hand, howling in pain.

More than ten meters away, Feather Lord tossed aside his bleeding severed palm, weighed it, and then crushed the handle into powder.

As the irregular circuit board slid down from Feather Lord's clenched fist, Feng Yi found himself at a dead end in just two breaths' time.

Feng Yi fell silent, his wrist throbbing as the red blood turned into murky river water in no time at all.

“Using 'Peng' to hold the gap, with just flesh and blood, I'm completely defenseless.”

His heart felt heavy.

“Sifan's power? It all depends on who wields it.”

Feather Lord's voice was clear and forceful.

“Die for me!”

Feng Yi could not see Feather Lord's move, but a ferocious fist had burst forth in front of him, unleashing fierce wind from all sides!

Beneath their feet, the distance of over a hundred zhang, the white stone slabs sank more than a foot!

Blood scattered, forming large and small sticky dots.

A voice that no one had heard before echoed across the battlefield.

“Mr. Feather, I've heard that over the past two years, half of the Ten Masters have been replaced, how come you're still not dead?”

With teeth bared and eyes fiercely bulging, a traditional Nuomu mask, meaning “to open the mountain,” took Feather Lord's blow head-on.

“Hatred, Estrangement, Separation?”

Feather Lord suppressed his gaze. Blood kept dripping through the gaps in his fingers.

“You recognize me even with the mask on, I'm indeed flattered~”

“Your voice is like a rusty kitchen knife scraping across dog urine moss, I cannot mistake it,” Feather Lord spat.

His eyes flickered to the right, towards that amber walnut shell.

As expected, at some point, two primitive characters in the shape of fierce beasts had been drawn on the shell of the Yan Fu Fruit.

Sifan.

In the midst of a patch of deathly white, an inexplicable black hole burst forth, like a tree hollow or a cavity, eliciting such keywords.

The cost was, within the fruit's core, one of the nine purple flames had extinguished…

“Well done, Ah Feng.”

“If you didn't come soon, you'd be waiting to collect my corpse…”

A wretched look spread across Feng Yi's battered face, filled with bitterness.

Listening, Feather Lord chuckled, “I've been wondering, you were thrashed by me two years ago, who gave you the confidence to be my match?”

“I don't need to be your match, I just need… to hold you back!”

One after another, black wormholes burrowed out of the white marks.

A fist punched through the black hole, sharply flipping the middle finger at Feather Lord.

“Cao Yuanchao, do you still remember me?”

The voice was extremely muffled.

Eight Sufferings, Unobtainable!

One, two, three, as far as the eye could see, there were still five such black holes!

Apart from 'Death' Suffering which no one wished to inherit.

All Seven Sufferings had arrived!

Chapter end