Yang Qichen’s gaze swept over, and suddenly he saw a beautiful girl, dressed in school uniform, youthful and pretty, with a delicate face, her eyes sparkling with light, slowly approaching from afar.
Yang Qichen walked straight up, looking at the beautiful female student as he called out.
"Who are you calling ’miss’?"
The female student glared fiercely at Yang Qichen, and she was none other than Ye Yashi.
"No? Then, what should I call you, a beauty?"
Yang Qichen couldn’t help saying.
Ye Yashi pursed her lips and humphed dismissively.
Hearing Ye Yashi’s words, the two middle-aged men’s faces darkened, ready to take action, but Yang Qichen stopped them.
"I like your temperament, miss; it’s flavorful!"
Yang Qichen took off his glasses and watched Ye Yaxin with a wicked smile on his face.
Yang Qichen had a handsome face and a charming smile, coupled with the temperament of a martial artist, like a dashing young master, indeed attracting the attention of female students. However, this was completely useless on Ye Yashi.
Ye Yashi said directly and decisively, turning around and leaving.
In Yang Qichen’s eyes, a playful smile spread across his lips as he watched the departing Ye Yashi, his eyes alight with interest.
"Interesting, you’ll be mine before long; still unripe, perfect for me to thoroughly enjoy,"
Yang Qichen’s eyes gleamed with a wicked light as he muttered to himself.
In the blink of an eye, night fell.
In Ye Yashi’s villa at Haitang Garden, the bright moonlight shone through the windows into the room, where Little Xue stood in front of the window, her entire being bathed in the moonlight, emanating a divine aura.
Suddenly, Little Xue let out a pained cry, her face contorted, her eyes flickering with two indescribable expressions.
"Who am I? I am the true master of this body!"
A voice full of nobility and a chill emanated from Little Xue’s mouth, and at that moment, she exuded an unapproachable charisma, like an empress perched high above, overlooking all life with majestic might, and the bone-chilling coldness she radiated made people dare not approach her.
At that moment, Little Xue seemed to have switched into someone else entirely, giving off a palpable sense of dread.
"No, you’re not; I am!"
That voice of Little Xue resounded again, her expression fierce as she struggled.
Soon, Little Xue’s demeanor returned to normal, the noble and chilly temperament disappeared, and she became normal again.
At that moment, a knock on the door was heard.
"Little Xue, what happened to you? Are you okay?"
Ye Yaxin’s voice came from outside the room.
"I’m fine," Little Xue said indifferently.
Ye Yaxin spoke, then said no more.
Little Xue’s eyes sparkled with light, her thoughts unknown.
Meanwhile, in the Miaojiang Miao Tribe’s Phoenix Village.
After dinner, Xiao Yifeng lay quietly in his room; suddenly, the oil lamp that was lit went out with a whoosh, plunging the entire room into darkness.
An unusual hissing sound arose as a small black snake suddenly appeared in the room and quickly slithered towards the bed, climbing onto it.
Not far from Xiao Yifeng’s room was a small grove where a figure clad in black hid, eyes fixated on Xiao Yifeng’s room.
"Why is there no movement? Could he be dead already?" the figure in black wondered, a glint in his eyes as he guessed.
"Are you looking for this?"
A voice abruptly emerged behind the black-clad figure, causing his face to change instantly; he sharply turned his head, only to see Xiao Yifeng unexpectedly standing behind him, holding the small black snake in his hand.
Seeing the snake, the figure’s face changed, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yifeng, revealing an incredulous expression: "You..."
"To think a mere snake could kill me; you’re surely underestimating me," Xiao Yifeng snorted coldly, his palm exerting force suddenly, causing the small black snake to burst apart, its dark blood splattering around in a somewhat macabre and nauseating scene.
At that moment, the figure in black’s expression tightened, and with a wave of his hands, a series of black Gu insects shot towards Xiao Yifeng.
Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flashed with surprise as an aura of terrifying Star Gang Qi erupted from him, colliding with the Gu insects and scattering them all.
At this point, the figure in black charged towards Xiao Yifeng with peak Gang Qi Realm strength, sweeping out with a fierce palm.
Xiao Yifeng swayed slightly, swung his right hand out, and instantly caught the other’s throat, crushing it without any mercy. Though their realms were the same, there was a vast gulf between their strengths.
Having dealt with this foe, Xiao Yifeng released a strand of Crimson Earthfire and instantly incinerated the corpse to nothingness.
Xiao Yifeng had no need to inquire who the man was sent by; having only just arrived at the Miao Clan, and the only one bearing a grudge and wishing harm upon him was Lei Tuo, the Young Master from Leigong Stockade.
With a slight smile and a hint of disdain in his eyes, Xiao Yifeng returned to his room.
While Xiao Yifeng continued to rest, atop the mountain backing the Miao Clan, outside the Witch God Temple—considered forbidden by the Miao people—
an old man in white robes with white hair appeared here. His eyes swept over the Witch God Temple, a smile playing on his lips as he walked straight in.
"Who dares to be so bold as to barge into the Witch God Temple!"
As soon as the old man entered, a voice as deep as a bell, imbued with immense authority, echoed inside the temple but didn’t carry outside, as if the Witch God Temple was an isolated space, the booming voice not reaching beyond its confines.
In the temple, another old man, clad in peculiar garb, with mystic patterns painted on his face, wielding a staff, appeared, emanating an aura of ancient and enduring essence, as if he had endured countless eons.
"Who are you? To barge into the Witch God Temple and blaspheme the spirit of the Witch God, this is a capital offense!"
The elder of the Witch God Temple fixed his gaze steadfastly on the old man who had burst in. The intruder glanced at the Witch God, then at the towering and august humanoid statue exuding an invisible majesty at the temple’s center, with a sparkle of recollection and fascination in his eye.
"I had not expected the Witch God to have left a legacy in this world, or could it be that the Witch God originated from this very world?"
the old man murmured to himself, lost in thought.