Meanwhile, Ye Qingfeng also didn’t move from his position, cause seeing that Mo and his two subordinates were not advancing to attack him, he finally calmed down a little and took a few long and deep breaths. His chest rose and fell slowly as he steadied himself.
"So, Master... I"ll definitely die today if you don’t come up with a plan for me."
He finally shifted his attention inward. Naturally, his master didn’t respond right away, which irritated him even more in this tense moment.
Then a sigh resonated within his mind, accompanied by a feminine voice.
"I guess there’s no way out for you now, Qingfeng," she said with a soft, resigned sigh. "So just leave everything to me."
"What do you mean, leave everything to you?" Ye Qingfeng asked in a dumbfounded expression in his mind. His expression also changed outward.
"I mean you can’t win," she replied calmly. "And you can’t run either. What I’m about to do might help us survive."
Her tone lifted slightly, almost careless. "But if we die... then we die."
She let the words settle before adding lightly, "I’m already dead, after all. If you die, I’ll simply follow someone else who can be useful." A quiet chuckle also echoed in his mind.
Ye Qingfeng didn’t have the strength to argue anymore. Somewhere deep inside, he had already accepted this outcome. He let out a long, slow breath, as if releasing everything he had been holding back.
"Please... just take care of my sister and do whatever you want to do."
She chuckled warmly at his reply, teasingly asking, "Oh? So You really trust your master that much?" Of course, he answered without hesitation. "You’re still alive even after death. I read about it a long time ago in my clan’s library. Only a Rank Five or above cultivator can exist without a body after dying."
She stopped teasing him, her tone becoming slightly more serious. "But there’s a catch after this, I’ll fall into deep sleep, and it won’t be brief. So don’t try to fight it, she continued. "Whatever I do next will trigger your instinct, your body and your soul will resist it, so just accept it willingly."
"What are you going to do?" Ye Qingfeng asked.
"Possess your body," Of course she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "What? You don’t like it?" I’ve been living inside yours all this time, she added with a smirk. "Now that it’s your turn, don’t tell me you’re gobbling out now."
Ye Qingfeng couldn’t find words to respond, overwhelmed as the sensation struck him all at once.
At this Moment.
Mo finally spoke, Junior Brother Qingfeng, he said his tone was almost gentle. "There’s no need to drag this any further." He gestured lightly toward the surroundings. "This exchange has already gone far enough. If you return to the clan now, quietly, I’m willing to forget what happened here."
His gaze stayed on Ye Qingfeng. "With your talent, the elders won’t throw you away so easily. At worst, you’ll just face some punishment ."
Ye Qingfeng didn’t bother to respond. Instead, his demeanour shifted instantly—his breathing grew steady and unshakable. His stance relaxed subtly, and with a calm, deliberate motion, he lowered his sword to hold it with a single hand, the other hand resting casually near his hip.
Mo looked at Ye Qingfeng as if he were looking at an idiot. He had already given him a clear way out. A chance to survive and leave this place with his life intact. Any rational cultivator would have seized it without hesitation.
Yet Ye Qingfeng stood there without even the slightest reaction, not a twitch in his expression. Mo’s gaze lingered longer than it should have, the longer he watched, the more uncomfortable he felt. Something about that stillness didn’t sit right with him.
His voice dropped, turning even colder. "Don’t misunderstand your situation, Ye Qingfeng," he said, "You might not care about your own death, but if I were to inform the clan about your sister—"
He didn’t get to finish.
A quiet chuckle slipped out of Ye Qingfeng’s mouth. At first, Mo thought he had misheard it. Then Ye Qingfeng laughed again this time louder.
He really tried to suppress it, but the sound only grew more unrestrained. Ye Qingfeng bent forward slightly, clutching his stomach as if the laughter itself was hurting him. His voice echoed across the mountains, sharp and wild, carrying without restraint.
Was it relief or madness? Mo couldn’t tell, but he felt it was something to mock. His pupils dilated for the first time, breaking his usual composure. Ye Tuo and Qin Mo looked at Qingfeng as if he truly lost his mind. Yet, beneath that, an unexplainable unease grew.
Cold sweat formed at their temples. They had been fighting Ye Qingfeng for a long time, aware of his exhaustion and depleted spiritual reserves. And yet this laughter didn’t seem like that of someone who is cornered.
Mo’s patience finally shattered. He fixed Ye Qingfeng with a piercing glare, raising his voice sharply. "Looking for death!"
Ye Qingfeng finally stopped laughing and slowly straightened. The madness vanished from his face, leaving behind an unreadable, tranquil expression that made the air grow heavier around him.
Without hesitation, Mo pressed on irritation evident in his tone. "Do you know why I"ve held back killing you outright until now?" He sneered, his gaze sweeping over Ye Qingfeng’s form. "Because I believed you were hiding something. A treasure or some trump card of sorts."
"But a fool like you, who doesn’t even know when to bow, would never stumble upon a treasure,"
Ye Tuo swallowed hard, then mustered his confidence and stepped forward. "You truly dare to mock Senior Brother Mo’s generosity," he shouted. "You truly are courting death. Three against one." And you’re alone—completely drained of spiritual energy."
Mo glanced at Ye Tuo and smiled faintly. He shook his head, as if disappointed.
"What a pity." Then he raised his hand and ordered
"Kill him."