King of Creation
Chapter 571 - 564: The Power of Rumors

Chapter 571: Chapter 564: The Power of Rumors

In the southern part of Qinglan Martial City, outside the Longevity Sect headquarters, a martial artist hidden within a large tree was suddenly startled and abruptly opened his eyes to look behind him.

What came at him was an exceedingly fierce Sword Gang.

Pu!

The martial artist on duty for the Longevity Sect tonight widened his eyes dramatically, unable to even let out a scream before the fierce Sword Gang penetrated his forehead and then swirled around.

His proudly acquired Spiritual Body was like tofu in front of this Sword Gang.

As his body swayed, the Longevity Sect’s martial artist was about to fall off the tree when a shadow suddenly darted over, catching the body and preventing it from making any noise.

Shoo!

A dazzling red Talisman Light suddenly shot up into the sky, exploding into a large blood-colored light cluster.

"An enemy has invaded!"

Two hundred meters diagonally across from the big tree, inside a tree stump, there suddenly erupted an alarming shout, and with a grunt, the Longevity Sect Guardian Master clad in disguise sped towards the inner part of the headquarters at unprecedented speed, shouting as he ran.

The person in black who had just killed a secret agent of the Longevity Sect was momentarily stunned, not expecting the Longevity Sect’s guard to be so strict, actually employing a series of secret agents.

He had already eliminated a visible agent before, and now he had taken out a hidden one; had he still been discovered?

At the same moment the person in black was stunned, several hundred meters away, a brilliance suddenly darted out, taking advantage of the chaos to rush toward the interior of the Longevity Sect headquarters.

"Is someone else doing the same as me?"

This situation caused the person in black to be stunned again, then he resolutely transformed into a beam of light and once again darted towards the inside. Far off, a trail of light had already soared into the sky, rushing toward the scene of the incident.

Ye Zhen and Feng Qingyue were drinking. By chance, Duan Yingnian, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master of the Longevity Sect who was so frustrated today that he felt like vomiting blood, was also drinking dejectedly, accompanied by Divine General Pan, one of the Eight Divine Generals, with whom he was quite close within the sect.

"Come on, let’s have one, Old Pan!"

"Ah, Old Pan, about this matter, how should I report to the Sect Hierarch tomorrow so that it looks a bit better and I can avoid, or at least receive less, punishment?"

The hierarchy within the Longevity Sect was strict, but privately, Duan Yingnian’s address to Divine General Pan was quite casual.

"Old Duan, actually, I think you should seek an audience with the Sect Hierarch when you come back tonight. If something happens tonight, the trouble could be much bigger..."

Duan Yingnian looked slightly panicked out the window, "It shouldn’t happen so quickly, right? I also thought about seeing the Sect Hierarch tonight, but hasn’t the auction for the Demon Cloud Fruit gone smash? I need a foolproof way to calm the Sect Hierarch’s anger first, especially since my subordinates got killed by Ye Zhen not long ago, that incident already infuriated the Hierarch greatly. If something like that were to happen again today, I’m afraid..."

Suddenly, Divine General Pan gestured for him to stop, "Listen! What’s that noise outside?"

"What noise?"

Instantly, both concentrated their senses in their ears, trying hard to listen to the noises outside.

The next moment, Divine General Pan stood up quickly, took three steps in the span of two, and stepped outside, followed closely by Duan Yingnian.

Then, Divine General Pan and Duan Yingnian witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The red Warning Talismans, seldom seen even once a year at the Longevity Sect, were now like a meteor shower, incessantly flashing above the headquarters of the Longevity Sect.

Moreover, the Longevity Sect’s red Warning Talismans were specially made; once they flashed into the sky, they could stay suspended in the void for up to 15 minutes, giving directions to the rescuers.

At that moment, a series of talismans flying into the sky and then suspending there, were like a series of sky lanterns, almost lighting up the entire Longevity Sect headquarters.

"This...."

Next to him, the face of Duan Yingnian, the Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall of the Longevity Sect, suddenly turned pale!

"Quick, go for support, Old Duan, if you can capture one or two, you might find a way out!"

Divine General Pan roared, his figure soaring into the sky, rushing towards the direction of one of the suspending Warning Talismans, and almost simultaneously, streaks of light rose from all around the headquarters of the Longevity Sect.

That night, the headquarters of the Longevity Sect was unusually lively, filled with continous radiance....

.....

The sky full of Warning Talismans from within the Longevity Sect did not affect Ye Zhen and Feng Qingyue’s drinking mood at all.

Rather, the two seemed completely unaware and had not seen the signals at all, considering that the Longevity Sect’s headquarters were several hundred meters away from the Sun and Moon Divine Sect Main Temple—martial artists, no matter how powerful their Eye Power, couldn’t see a red beam in the night sky from several hundred miles away.

"Come, cheers, to recovering the Mystic Light Purple-Cyan Ring!"

Bang!

The two cups clinked together, and after drinking half of it, Ye Zhen suddenly looked at Feng Qingyue with a drunken, blurred eyes, "Recovered, how... what happened?"

"This....Mystic Light Purple-Cyan Ring, was originally....my mother’s thing...." Not using Spiritual Power and drinking from the Ziling Brew, Feng Qingyue’s speech was somewhat slurred.

"And your mother?"

"My mother?"

Feng Qingyue shook his head, apparently a bit stunned, then his gaze subconsciously fixed on the Mystic Light Purple-Cyan Ring on his right wrist, "Getting it, then...I’ll soon see my....mother!"

"Cheers!"

Having acquired the Mystic Light Purple-Cyan Ring, Feng Qingyue seemed quite excited, repeatedly lifting his cup, and Ye Zhen, who wasn’t refusing any offers, seemed to let go of all his sorrows since arriving in the True Spirit Domain with each cup of the drink.

"Brother, cheers!"

"Instructor Liao, cheers!"

"Luluo, cheers!"

With each bowl of wine he raised, Ye Zhen toasted to the bright moon in the night sky and drank it down in large gulps!

Each time Ye Zhen drank a bowl, Feng Qingyue did the same, toasting to the moon and then drinking deeply, but she soon became quite drunk.

However, the strong Divine Soul and physique still made a Martial Artist’s drunkenness different from that of ordinary people. Their consciousness remained very strong.

"Your brother? Where is he?"

"Who is Instructor Liao?"

"And who is Luluo?"

With each bowl Ye Zhen drank to the moon, Feng Qingyue asked a blurry-eyed question in her drunken state, but these were questions Ye Zhen would not answer, and at this point, an equally drunk Ye Zhen had no intention of answering.

He poured himself more wine and raised it toward the moon, "Caiyi, you’re there again. When will you... come back?"

"Who is Caiyi?"

Feng Qingyue asked again, still being ignored by Ye Zhen.

But a drunk is also a human, and because of the drunkenness, many emotions were amplified. Seeing that Ye Zhen repeatedly ignored her questions, a quite drunk Feng Qingyue lost her temper.

She fiercely clashed her wine bowl against Ye Zhen’s, splashing wine everywhere, drenching Ye Zhen’s face with it, "You... why won’t you... answer me? Who... is Caiyi?"

"Caiyi?"

His train of thoughts disrupted, Ye Zhen stared steadily at Feng Qingyue before him. Perhaps due to his longing, or perhaps the alcohol, gradually, Feng Qingyue’s flushed face from the wine seemed to turn into Caiyi’s face in Ye Zhen’s eyes.

"Caiyi, you.... have you come back?"

Ye Zhen trembled as he reached out with both hands, touching the face of the one he saw as Caiyi before him.

The slightly rough hands caressed Feng Qingyue’s cheek, bringing a sensation that made the intoxicated Feng Qingyue shiver violently, as if electricity was coursing through her body, a shudder so profound it spread throughout her whole body.

This also instantly sobered Feng Qingyue up considerably. While ordinary people might have truly passed out in such a state, a Martial Artist’s slight stir of Spiritual Power, although not completely getting rid of the drunken state, allowed their strong Divine Soul to sober up somewhat.

Fairly sober, Feng Qingyue became aware of the situation.

Seeing Ye Zhen touching her cheeks with both hands and gradually leaning in to embrace, about to kiss, and to her embarrassment, she realized she was also leaning in.

This shock made Feng Qingyue’s hand loosen, and the wine bowl she held fell to the ground.

Crash!

The sound of breaking pottery was like an alarm bell, sobering up the two intoxicated individuals further, especially Feng Qingyue.

"Ye... Ye Zhen, what are you... what are you doing?" A flustered Feng Qingyue, who had never experienced such a situation, was instantly panicked.

"I... what am I doing?"

A flicker of confusion passed through Ye Zhen’s eyes, then his eyes rolled back, his head dropped heavily, and he smashed onto the table in the pavilion, sending jars and dishes flying, the hands caressing Feng Qingyue’s cheeks dropping listlessly down.

He had completely passed out!

"Passed out?"

Looking at the unmoving Ye Zhen, the largely sober Feng Qingyue felt some puzzlement, but her face burned like fire, making her heart feel hot and uneasy. She tried to recall the events that just unfolded, yet they still seemed somewhat surreal!

The only thing she remembered was the sensation that rough palm brought to her heart, the shyness, and that face which was about to kiss her, right in front of her eyes.

Not thinking about it felt better, but as soon as she recalled, Feng Qingyue couldn’t help but cover her burning hot face.

"It’s good he passed out, otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to face anyone tomorrow! What was I doing today, drinking so much?"

Feng Qingyue stirred her Spiritual Power within, and the strong smell of alcohol immediately wafted out from her body, her eyes immediately becoming exceptionally clear, yet her cheeks still burned as if on fire.

"This guy is passed out, what should I do?" Feng Qingyue realized it was a big problem!

....

That night, Ye Zhen had a wonderful dream, dreaming of Luluo, dreaming of Caiyi coming back, extremely joyful. The saying goes, a short parting is better than a new marriage, a long reunion naturally involves much rejoicing.

In the dream, Ye Zhen held Luluo at times and Caiyi at others, joyfully, yet the dreaming Ye Zhen was somewhat unable to distinguish the person he was enjoying the time with, who was it exactly?

Was it Luluo or Caiyi?

Ye Zhen tried hard to see clearly who it really was.

Ultimately, when Ye Zhen used all his strength and finally saw clearly, he was shocked to find that the person in his arms was neither Luluo nor Caiyi, but Feng Qingyue....

"Something big happened, Ye Zhen, something big happened!"

At that moment, a frantic male voice suddenly burst into Ye Zhen’s ears, waking him up, and also awakening him from his beautiful dream, as the nude figure of Feng Qingyue in his dream vanished into smoke....(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)