CHAPTER 569: 560

Qin Feiyang couldn’t even be bothered to respond to him.

Because Wu Yan would soon realize just how idiotic his previous idea had been.

And indeed, within a hundred breaths, Wu Yan’s face darkened.

He was horrified to discover that the pressure from the rear was almost the same as from the front!

In fact, if one were to compare precisely, the pressure from the rear was even slightly greater than that from the front!

How could this be possible?

Wu Yan found it somewhat difficult to accept.

Qin Feiyang said, "If you can’t figure it out, look at the ground."

Wu Yan looked down and saw a lot of blood on the ground. Seeing this blood, he finally understood.

Throughout this night of bloody battle, everyone had sustained injuries.

With injuries, there would naturally be bleeding.

So, wherever the team passed, they would leave a trail of blood on the ground.

And these skeletons, upon seeing the blood on the ground, would go berserk, swarming over and pursuing them frantically!

Furthermore, bringing up the rear meant fighting skeletons while retreating, which undoubtedly hampered their movements.

Meanwhile, those at the front only had to charge forward without needing to look back.

This was why the pressure at the rear was greater than at the front.

There was also the most crucial point: three people were clearing the path at the front, while only two were covering the rear.

Relatively speaking, the front would be a bit easier.

Thus, Wu Yan began to regret his decision.

But, concerned about saving face, he was too embarrassed to bring it up and could only brace himself to endure.

Qin Feiyang shook his head and focused on dealing with the pursuing skeletons.

A moment later, just as he was entangled with more than a dozen skeletons, another skeleton悄然潜伏到他身后, its bone claw lunging straight for his back.

Qin Feiyang’s eyebrow twitched. He whipped his hand back, directly shattering the skeleton’s skull and extinguishing the flames within its eye sockets.

But the dozen or so skeletons in front of him seized this opportunity to swarm him.

Qin Feiyang hastily retreated.

However, one skeleton’s bone claw caught his shoulder. Not only was his clothing torn, but a chunk of flesh was also gruesomely ripped from his arm.

The intense pain made his face twitch uncontrollably.

Simultaneously, a surge of anger welled up inside him!

But this anger was not directed at the skeletons; it was directed at Wu Yan!

Just now, although Wu Yan had also been fighting skeletons, he was only dealing with three of them and could have easily freed up a hand to help kill the one that had sneaked up behind Qin Feiyang to ambush him.

Yet Wu Yan had been completely oblivious.

If not for his quick reflexes and strong combat awareness, Qin Feiyang would likely have died under that skeleton’s claws.

However, he didn’t voice his dissatisfaction directly and endured it silently.

But then, the same situation occurred several more times.

He finally couldn’t bear it any longer. His patience snapped, and he roared, "Get to the front! Stop getting in the way here!"

"I’m getting in the way?"

Wu Yan instantly glared at him, furious.

"Get lost!"

Qin Feiyang bellowed and then ignored him completely.

Dealing with such a person, even saying one more word felt exhausting.

Wu Yan stared at Qin Feiyang coldly for a moment, then sneered, "Did you think I wanted to cover the rear with you?"

With that, he flicked his sleeves and departed.

Soon, Fatty returned to the rear, chuckling. "What did he do to provoke you? You actually drove him away directly?"

Qin Feiyang said, "He completely lacks awareness. Fighting alongside him can be described in one word: tiring."

"Master Fatty feels the same," Fatty declared. "Just now at the front, Dongfang Wuheng’s combat awareness was barely acceptable, but that Xui Yang was simply a pig. There were several times he could have lent a hand, but instead, he just stood there傻傻的. If it weren’t for fear of affecting morale, Master Fatty would have started cursing long ago. An old saying puts it perfectly: it’s not the god-like opponent you should fear, but the pig-like teammate." Fatty said, shaking his head.

"Xui Yang also lacks combat awareness?"

Qin Feiyang was taken aback. He couldn’t help but glance towards Dongfang Wuheng at the front. Being stuck with two pigs... this person must really be suffering! How on earth did these two manage to cultivate to the Eight-star War Emperor realm?

He also couldn’t understand how those two had managed to cultivate to become Eight-star War Emperors.

As time passed, the blood-red sun finally climbed up from the horizon.

Although its light wasn’t very intense, it was much brighter than during the night.

And just at this moment!

The skeletons surging from all directions actually began to burrow into the ground. In the blink of an eye, they had all vanished.

"What’s going on?"

Everyone stopped, looking around in bewildered surprise. Not a shadow of a skeleton could be found.

Was this a dream?

But the skeletal remains on the ground proved that all of this had indeed happened.

But why would this happen?

Everyone was completely baffled.

Someone cautiously asked, "Can we rest now?"

Dongfang Wuheng scanned the surrounding ground. Seeing no anomalies, he hesitated for a moment, then said, "Regardless of what’s happening, everyone, rest and recuperate quickly."

As soon as he said this, some people immediately collapsed onto the ground, completely disregarding their usual image, panting heavily.

"This is killing Master Fatty!" Fatty, for his part, flopped directly onto the ground, groaning weakly.

Qin Feiyang took out four healing elixirs, each with three Elixir Patterns. He consumed one himself and gave the other three to Fatty, Ren Wushuang, and Shen Mei respectively.

"Thank you."

Shen Mei looked at Qin Feiyang gratefully, but she didn’t stand on ceremony, accepting it and putting it directly into her mouth.

The others around looked at Fatty and the two women with envy.

The healing elixirs they took were mostly without Elixir Patterns, their effects several times weaker than those with three Elixir Patterns.

Naturally, the speed at which their injuries healed couldn’t compare.

In the current situation, a healing elixir with three Elixir Patterns was undoubtedly a life-saving divine pill.

Unfortunately, they could only watch with envy.

Suddenly, an exceptionally biting, sarcastic voice sneered, "I thought some people considered themselves so high and mighty, but it turns out they also curry favor with others."

"Hmm?"

Qin Feiyang’s eyebrow shot up.

The speaker was Wu Yan.

Fatty, who initially had no energy to speak, immediately rolled over and sat up upon hearing this, looking at Wu Yan. "Who are you talking about?"

"Who I’m talking about, everyone knows in their hearts," Wu Yan said. "If Ren Wushuang weren’t the Mansion Master’s granddaughter, and if Shen Mei weren’t Elder Shen’s granddaughter, would Qin Feiyang have given them healing elixirs? I wonder if everyone has noticed, Qin Feiyang has been hovering around them this whole time. It makes sense. They both have powerful backgrounds. If he can win their hearts, he’ll be able to bask in their glory, perhaps even cutting short his struggles by several centuries. Don’t deny it; we can all understand. After all, no matter how talented someone is, without backing, it’s impossible to establish oneself anywhere."

Wu Yan chuckled, his face filled with ridicule.

"Are you finished?"

Qin Feiyang rose to his feet and walked towards Wu Yan, a faint smile also on his face.

"What? Did my words hit a sore spot, making you angry out of shame?"

Wu Yan sneered, not to be outdone as he stared back.

"Say whatever you like," Qin Feiyang said with a gentle smile. "I’ve tolerated you for a long time, and I don’t plan to tolerate you any longer."

Fatty crossed his arms, remarking playfully, "Master Fatty has never seen someone so unafraid of death as you."

"You really want to make a move?"

Wu Yan’s pupils constricted. He hastily got up and ran behind Dongfang Wuheng.

"Can’t you just behave yourself?"

Dongfang Wuheng glared angrily at Wu Yan, then turned to Qin Feiyang with a smile. "Junior Brother Qin, Wu Yan was just joking. Don’t take it so seriously!"

Qin Feiyang said flatly, "I didn’t see him joking. Senior Brother Wuhen, please step aside."

Dongfang Wuheng sighed. "Junior Brother Qin, you see the current situation. We can’t afford internal strife now. Can you, for my sake, let him off this once?"

Qin Feiyang shook his head.

If he wasn’t provoked, he wouldn’t care about anything. But once provoked, not even the Heavenly King himself coming down could stop him.

Fatty chuckled. "Senior Brother Wuhen, he was the one who started the trouble. So even if there’s internal strife, we can’t be blamed."

"Then blame me?" Dongfang Wuheng said, a clear note of anger now in his voice. "It seems it really is my fault. I’m this incompetent captain, and I don’t want to be the captain anymore. How about this: since the Mansion Master and Wang Hong aren’t here, let’s re-elect."

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Initially, everyone thought being the captain was a cushy job, but only after arriving here did they realize that being captain was a thankless task where you couldn’t please anyone.

"Senior Brother Wuhen, my grandfather personally appointed you as captain. It won’t be that easy to shirk the responsibility!" Ren Wushuang was the first to break the silence.

"Junior Sister Wushuang, I also very much want to be a good captain, but as you’ve seen, who is willing to listen to me?" Dongfang Wuheng said helplessly.

Ren Wushuang swept her gaze over the crowd, then looked at Dongfang Wuheng. "How about this: if you make the correct decisions and people don’t listen, I’ll tell Grandpa when we get back, and they’ll have to bear the consequences themselves. Of course," Ren Wushuang added with a smile, "this also applies to those who deliberately stir up trouble."

A chill ran down everyone’s spine.

With the Mansion Master’s own granddaughter supervising, they really couldn’t act recklessly in the future.

Dongfang Wuheng cupped his hands. "Thank you for your support, Junior Sister Wushuang."

Ren Wushuang smiled, then looked at Qin Feiyang. "Let it go. It’s not worth bickering with someone like him."

"Alright then!" Qin Feiyang nodded. He looked at Wu Yan and said, "This is the last time. Don’t fall into my hands again."

With that, he turned and walked towards Ren Wushuang.

So obedient to a woman’s every word, truly a disgrace to men, Wu Yan sneered inwardly.

Witnessing this, most of the people present inwardly looked down on Qin Feiyang.

When Qin Feiyang reached Ren Wushuang, she frowned and said, "Little Brother, why don’t we just announce our relationship directly? That way, you won’t be mocked by them."

Qin Feiyang said indifferently, "There’s no need. Because a clown will always just be a clown."

"Alright then!" Ren Wushuang nodded.

"Okay, everyone, hurry up and tend to your injuries!" Dongfang Wuheng instructed. "Junior Brother Qin, Dong Zhengyang, Murong Xiong, Lu Xingchen, come with me for a moment. I have something to discuss with you."

He then walked towards a small hillock not far away.

Qin Feiyang and the other three followed.

After Qin Feiyang left, Shen Mei patted Ren Wushuang on the shoulder and whispered with a giggle, "Wushuang, how do you plan to announce your relationship with Qin Feiyang? As siblings, or something else?"

Dark lines seemed to appear on Ren Wushuang’s fair forehead out of annoyance. She said crossly, "If you keep talking nonsense, our sisterhood is over!"

"Was I talking nonsense?" Shen Mei covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "What nonsense did I say? I think you’re the one overthinking things!"

Her teasing made Ren Wushuang’s face flush as red as fire.