Imposter Young Master
Chapter 960 - 965: Yang Fei’s Fall

Chapter 960: Chapter 965: Yang Fei’s Fall

The pink A-line T-shirt matched with a black bodycon skirt was cool and simple.

Feifei was dressed very cool, but Yang Gang’s heart was scorching hot.

Since he had tricked Gu Xiaorou into bed six months ago, Yang Gang hadn’t touched another woman.

"Feifei, the Longqi Empire is lacking a little heir," Yang Gang said with ill intentions. "As the old saying goes, without a crown prince, the empire is unstable."

"I am still young, no rush," Yang Fei replied calmly.

Now Yang Fei was no longer the naive girl who was easily duped by Yang Gang five years ago; she saw right through the wicked plans in his heart.

"You may not be in a hurry, but the citizens of the empire are," Yang Gang said as he unconsciously moved closer to Yang Fei and whispered hot breaths into her ear: "Moreover, does a queen not need a man?"

Feeling the hot breath by her ear, Yang Fei also felt somewhat flustered.

Does a queen not need a man?

The answer was obviously no.

Even a queen with high status and great power is a woman at heart.

She too longs to be cherished, to be loved, and craves the embrace and comfort of a man.

These days, Yang Fei had gradually understood her own feelings.

She liked the man before her, even more than she had imagined.

She knew he belonged to her close friend, yet her feelings were still wildly growing.

Yang Fei bowed her head in silence, not saying a word.

Yang Gang felt a bit embarrassed: "Uh, sorry."

Just as he was about to move away, Yang Fei suddenly looked up, then reached out her arms to wrap around Yang Gang’s neck, and her lips covered his.

In a fierce mental struggle, she finally set aside her pride and reserve.

She wanted to become his woman.

Yang Gang was slightly stunned at first, but then came to his senses and began to respond to Yang Fei.

Neither of them spoke; the room was filled only with a man’s heavy breathing and a woman’s soft moans...

Time passed, and when everything stopped, there was an oval-shaped stain of red on the bedsheet.

Yang Fei curled up in Yang Gang’s arms, her face still flushed, she murmured tenderly, "Ever since I met you, it feels like I’ve started down an irredeemable path of degradation."

Yang Gang held Yang Fei, with a faint smile about to speak when he suddenly froze.

At that moment, in his sea of consciousness.

A spiral of thick black substance approached, and it was only when it got close that Yang Gang noticed it was entirely made of numerous arcane and incomprehensible runes.

Without giving Yang Gang time to think, the black light pierced straight through the automatic defenses of his sea of consciousness and merged into his soul. Instantly, his soul was surrounded by micro-lightning as the black ink-like substance directly merged into it and then distributed itself according to some rule.

Then, a dark speck shot in like a meteor, embedding itself in the center of his soul, acting as the finishing touch. The chaotic, rippling black substance slowly gathered around the dark crystal point, forming a blurry star pattern.

Yang Gang was shocked: "What on earth is this..."

Seeing Yang Gang’s abnormal expression, Yang Fei quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Without responding to Yang Fei, Yang Gang said in astonishment, "The power of faith..."

Yang Gang could clearly feel innumerable dark light points converging from all directions. These dark light points seemed to have a life of their own, all swarming toward the stellar pattern in Yang Gang’s soul.

As more and more dark light points flooded in, Yang Gang could feel his strength growing rapidly.

Seeing Yang Gang with a vacant expression, Yang Fei thought he was being controlled by someone’s superpower and quickly stretched out her right hand to try to invalidate the superpower.

But!

"Ah!" Yang Fei suddenly cried out in alarm.

Yang Gang finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"My powers are invalid," Yang Fei said in a panicked tone.

"Aren’t you supposed to be able to invalidate superpowers?" Yang Gang asked in surprise.

"No, I can’t invalidate superpowers anymore!" Yang Fei explained.

Yang Gang blinked and produced a spoon in his right hand: "Try it, see if you can invalidate it?"

Yang Fei held the spoon Yang Gang had conjured in her right hand and shook her head.

Yang Gang wondered to himself: "Could it be because I broke Feifei’s barrier, that her powers have become ineffective? Or is it that Feifei’s barrier was the seal of my own strength?"

Yang Fei looked at her hands, her expression one of frustration.

Yang Gang smiled, embraced Yang Fei, and said in a calm voice, "Even if you have no powers, it’s okay, because I will protect you."

"Mhm," Yang Fei murmured, nestling her head into Yang Gang’s chest.

Before long, Yang Fei had state affairs to attend to, so she got dressed and left.

Yang Gang, on the other hand, continued to study the pattern of stars in his sea of consciousness.

In fact, Yang Gang had roughly guessed that this must be the divine skill of Hajis from a previous life. However, Yang Gang had only inherited Hajis’s power; he had inherited none of Hajis’s memories.

At this moment, the stellar pattern branded on his soul was gradually becoming clearer, the flat image slowly transforming into a three-dimensional stellar scene. He could even see through this tiny pattern, the core star sitting at the center, slowly rotating.

Reflected in his eyes was a black curtain of light, covered with cocoon-like stripes, densely packed across the entire surface; these stripes, with the passage of time, gradually took on various forms—some became mountains and rivers, others lakes, and some solidified into the Earth...

Yang Gang was astounded; this was nothing short of the process of creation.

After obtaining the power of faith, as the Celestial Sound Religion ’conquered land after land’ in Pandora, Yang Gang’s strength began to skyrocket geometrically.

Because the god worshiped by the Celestial Sound Religion was none other than himself. The faith of the followers of the Celestial Sound Religion all turned into power that flowed into Yang Gang.

Another three months passed.

One day, the Longqi Empire was suddenly visited by a person who, without a word, launched a solo attack on the Imperial Palace.

This individual was extremely powerful, annihilating five elite Mecha Squads of the Longqi Empire within a matter of minutes, all by himself.

When Yang Gang heard the commotion outside and emerged from his closed-door practice, the imperial guards of the Longqi Empire were in complete disarray.

"What happened?" Yang Gang asked, stopping a guard who was in a state of panic.

"Mo Qing from the Thirteen Protectors of the Dark Moon Sect is here!"

Yang Gang frowned: "Where’s His Majesty?"

"His Majesty has already taken refuge."

Yang Gang waved his hand dismissively: "You go take refuge, too."

Having said that, he walked straight ahead.

Seeing this, the guard hurriedly said, "The Thirteen Protectors of the Dark Moon Sect have very strong individual strengths, and on the whole continent, it’s hard to find a match for them. You should run for your life too. Wait until the main force arrives to besiege him together."

Yang Gang, as if he hadn’t heard, walked straight out of the palace.

In the sky above the square, a man in a black robe stood in the air.

Upon seeing Yang Gang, he bellowed, "Found you, the source of my unrest is you!"