CHAPTER 500: CHAPTER 500: A BLACK SHEEP?_1

Qin Feiyang also raised his head to look at Dong Zhengyang, his eyes glinted sharply.

Although Dong Zhengyang had taken the first step into becoming a War Ancestor, he hadn’t opened the Door of Potential. Half a year had passed, and his cultivation level had barely advanced.

But it couldn’t be denied that with Dong Zhengyang’s current strength, he indeed had the qualifications to claim supremacy.

Dong Zhengyang glanced at Qin Feiyang, scanned the surrounding crowd, and said expressionlessly, "I vaguely overheard... it seems someone wants to challenge me?"

"Senior Brother Dong, it’s Qin Feiyang who wants to challenge you."

"He just heard you were promoted to King and is unconvinced. He even boasted he’d pull you down from your throne."

"That’s right! We all feel indignant for you, but look at what he did to us."

"Senior Brother Dong, this person is too arrogant, you must teach him a lesson!"

Xui Yang and Wu Yan roared in righteous indignation.

"Making things up out of thin air—they’re utterly shameless!"

Ren Wushuang was furious.

But Qin Feiyang remained composed, unaffected in the slightest.

A harsh glint flashed in Dong Zhengyang’s eyes. He looked down at Qin Feiyang and asked, "Are you the one challenging me?"

"What do you think?"

Qin Feiyang countered with a question.

Dong Zhengyang cast a deep glance at Qin Feiyang before descending onto the square and walking towards him.

On seeing this, the corners of Wu Yan’s and Xui Yang’s mouths curled into icy smirks.

But just as everyone expected Dong Zhengyang to confront Qin Feiyang, he walked right past him.

"What’s going on?"

The entire crowd was stunned.

SMACK!

Before anyone could react, a crisp slapping sound echoed across the square.

The crowd looked over and saw Dong Zhengyang standing before Wu Yan, his arm raised, continuously slapping Wu Yan across the face.

Wu Yan was dumbfounded.

Xui Yang was likewise dumbfounded.

SMACK!!!

The scene was utterly silent, only the loud, incessant slaps echoing through the air.

In no time, Wu Yan’s face swelled, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

SMACK!

After slapping Wu Yan more than a dozen times, Dong Zhengyang suddenly put more force into a blow, sending Wu Yan flying. Wu Yan rolled pathetically on the ground, screaming incessantly.

WHOOSH!

Then, Dong Zhengyang shot up into the sky and landed in front of Xui Yang.

Xui Yang, seeing the situation was dire, immediately tried to flee in terror.

But against a War Ancestor, could he, a mere War Emperor, have a chance to escape? Obviously not!

BOOM!

Dong Zhengyang released his powerful aura, instantly immobilizing Xui Yang in mid-air. Then, without any mercy, he delivered several slaps.

SMACK!!!

Finally, Xui Yang was also sent flying, rolling to a stop beside Wu Yan, howling in agony.

"I despise people like you the most—those who are incompetent yet love to sow discord by instigating others."

"Do you think I’m a fool?"

"This is the first and last time!"

"If anyone dares to scheme against me again, I’ll make sure they leave the inner hall lying down!"

Dong Zhengyang scanned the entire crowd, his cold gaze making everyone shudder!

The scene was deathly quiet.

Throughout this entire process, Qin Feiyang’s expression remained calm; Dong Zhengyang’s actions seemed to be entirely within his expectations.

Wu Yan and Xui Yang were seething with rage.

They had wanted Dong Zhengyang to teach Qin Feiyang a lesson; they never imagined that they themselves would be the ones to receive a harsh lesson from Dong Zhengyang instead.

Having been slapped repeatedly in public, Xui Yang lost all reason and roared at Dong Zhengyang, "You’re just a spineless coward!"

"Hm?"

Dong Zhengyang looked down at Xui Yang, a chilling light in his eyes.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"The destruction of the Dong Family was single-handedly caused by Qin Feiyang! You not only don’t avenge your clan members but even help him! How can you face your deceased relatives?"

Xui Yang roared furiously.

"This is between Qin Feiyang and me, our private grievance. Does it require your interference?" Dong Zhengyang retorted, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

WHOOSH!

He swooped down, landing before Xui Yang, and kicked him squarely in the lower abdomen.

AARGH!

Instantly, Xui Yang let out a bloodcurdling scream like a stuck pig. He was sent flying like a meteor, and with a loud BOOM, crashed into a mountain peak on the opposite side.

Then, Dong Zhengyang turned to look at Wu Yan.

"No need for you to act, I’ll do it myself."

Wu Yan’s eyes quivered. He then fiercely slammed his head onto the ground, instantly feigning a bloody head wound and collapsing as if unconscious.

HUH!

Qin Feiyang was taken aback, but then he shook his head and chuckled.

This time, Xui Yang and Wu Yan had truly tried to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice bait; their ploy had backfired spectacularly.

The others, however, were extremely puzzled. What exactly was going on?

First Lu Xingchen. But Lu Xingchen’s situation was rather special.

Perhaps because he had faced death once, he had a more detached perspective on matters and no longer wished to contend with Qin Feiyang.

But now, why was Dong Zhengyang behaving the same way?

The three who were once mortal enemies now seemed like friends. Just what had transpired between them?

At this moment, Dong Zhengyang suddenly turned to Qin Feiyang, his gaze incredibly sharp.

Qin Feiyang also lifted his head to look at Dong Zhengyang, his expression as calm as ever.

The two of them just looked at each other like that.

The atmosphere gradually grew somewhat tense.

But in the end, Dong Zhengyang said nothing. He turned around and flew towards the cultivation hall.

"Wait."

Qin Feiyang spoke at this moment.

"Is there something you need?" Dong Zhengyang frowned, asking without turning his head as he paused in mid-air.

Qin Feiyang replied, "I’d like to speak with you privately."

In truth, his main purpose for returning to the inner hall was to find Dong Zhengyang.

"Follow me." Dong Zhengyang mused for a moment, then said faintly before soaring into the sky and flying into the distance.

Qin Feiyang swept his gaze over the crowd. A peculiar light flashed in his eyes as he quickly pursued Dong Zhengyang.

Meanwhile, atop a distant mountain peak, a woman in colorful attire stood facing the wind. Her jet-black long hair fluttered in the breeze like a beautiful butterfly, showcasing her unparalleled elegance.

Behind this woman stood two middle-aged men.

One was dressed in purple robes, tall and imposing, with a dignified appearance, though his face was somewhat gloomy.

He was the Hall Master of the Martial Palace.

The other, in a long white robe, exuded an ethereal air. His slightly weathered face always carried a faint smile, making him seem very amiable.

He was the Hall Master of the Elixir Palace.

All three were gazing towards the Elixir Fire Palace.

When Qin Feiyang and Dong Zhengyang had departed, the Hall Master of the Martial Palace also retracted his gaze. He turned to the woman in colorful attire and said, "Hall Master, you’ve seen it, haven’t you? This Qin Feiyang is simply lawless. If he isn’t constrained soon, I’m afraid no one will be able to manage him in the future."

"I don’t like the sound of that," the Hall Master of the Elixir Palace stated.

"Youth is meant to be a bit wild; otherwise, it’s a waste. He’s just a child; such a personality is normal at his age. Besides, hasn’t everyone been young once? If I’m not mistaken, when you were his age, you were even more arrogant than he is!"

The Hall Master of the Martial Palace’s eyebrows shot up as he said angrily, "Can you not always argue with me for argument’s sake?"

"I’m not trying to argue; I’m discussing the facts," the Hall Master of the Elixir Palace replied. "Besides, looking at the root of the matter, it was Wu Yan and the others who were at fault. If they hadn’t provoked him first, would Qin Feiyang have attacked them? Most importantly, Xui Yang publicly slapped Leng Ruoshuang. Such an act is an utter disgrace to manhood. I believe Xui Yang is the one who should be severely punished without leniency. Moreover, Qin Feiyang is a member of my Elixir Fire Palace. How he should be handled is hardly for you to decide, is it? Furthermore, as the Hall Master of the Martial Palace, you repeatedly target a disciple and even tattled on him to the Chief Hall Master. Don’t you find such actions beneath your dignity? To be blunt, I feel embarrassed for you," the Hall Master of the Elixir Palace said coolly, his eyes full of disdain.

"You..." The Hall Master of the Martial Palace fumed.

The woman in colorful attire glanced at the two and said, "Alright, alright. You two have been bickering for a lifetime; aren’t you tired of it yet?"

The Hall Master of the Martial Palace glared at the Hall Master of the Elixir Palace, then cupped his hands towards the woman and said, "Hall Master, I don’t wish to argue with him. I just want to implore the Hall Master to remove these bad apples."

"Bad apples?" The Hall Master of the Elixir Palace frowned, a clear hint of anger now on his face. "If Qin Feiyang is a bad apple, then there are no good people in this inner hall."

The woman in colorful attire nodded. "Compared to those children from noble families, Qin Feiyang is indeed a sensible child."

The Martial Palace Hall Master’s expression changed, and he quickly said, "Hall Master..."

"Enough." The woman in colorful attire waved her hand impatiently. "We shouldn’t meddle in the disciples’ affairs. As long as they don’t cause any fatalities, it’s fine. Besides, the inner hall has been peaceful for too long. I can no longer see any fighting spirit or drive in them. The Nine States War is about to begin. If this goes on, I’m afraid our Spirit State will end up losing miserably. Why not let this boy, Qin Feiyang, stir up their fighting spirit!" she added.

"The Hall Master is wise indeed." The Hall Master of the Elixir Palace cupped his hands and said with a smile.

The Hall Master of the Martial Palace, however, snorted coldly, extremely displeased in his heart.

「Now, about Qin Feiyang and Dong Zhengyang.」

The two landed on a deserted mountain peak, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Dong Zhengyang gazed down at the mountains and rivers below, his expression still cold as he said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Qin Feiyang said, "I won’t beat around the bush. Do you know the current whereabouts of Dong Qing and the others?"

"What? You still intend to exterminate them?" Dong Zhengyang abruptly turned his head to face Qin Feiyang, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Qin Feiyang said, "If I wanted to exterminate them, I could have killed them back then. I’m just wondering why they vanished without a trace."

Dong Zhengyang looked at him deeply, then shook his head. "I don’t know where they are now either. I’ve also been trying to find out during this time, but there are no clues at all."

"You don’t know?" Qin Feiyang frowned. "Something’s not right."

Dong Zhengyang nodded. "It is indeed not right. Dong Qing is my biological younger sister, and we are very close. If nothing unexpected had happened, she would definitely have informed me of her whereabouts at the first opportunity."

Qin Feiyang asked in surprise, "What are you implying?"

"I suspect that, most likely, they’ve met with disaster."

"To be honest, I’ve always suspected you. Was it you who killed them?"

"But now, it seems I was overthinking things," Dong Zhengyang said.

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly. "If it were truly me, I wouldn’t deny it to your face."

"Knowing your personality, that’s true." Dong Zhengyang sneered. Then, he suddenly looked at Qin Feiyang and asked, "You came to ask me about this—do you have some clue?"