CHAPTER 718: CHAPTER 585: UNEXPLAINED PALPITATIONS

Ye Lingyue, while speaking, pinched Wu Zhong’s hand not too lightly nor too heavily.

She had no idea that the person before her was Wu Zhong.

Wu Zhong was originally very angry, but when Ye Lingyue’s little hand pinched him, his heart stirred, and he quickly grabbed her hand in return, tightening his grip in an extremely teasing manner.

Since Little Yueyue said she trusted her, then he might as well trust her.

Ye Lingyue felt somewhat embarrassed, though others couldn’t see her at the moment, she couldn’t help but blush.

In Wu Zhong’s arms, Little Zhiyo looked up quizzically and glanced at "Miss Feng," feeling that something was off about Miss Feng today.

Just as Little Zhiyo was about to make a retort, Wu Zhong’s eyelids twitched, giving Little Zhiyo a cool and detached look.

Little Zhiyo shivered and shrank its head back, not daring to make a sound.

"I don’t care what your relationship is with that woman, but since the kid behind you is my son, the Family Head of the Feng Residence, then he’s under my control." Feng Lan was unwilling to even utter the name Qing Feng.

From the moment he found out Qing Feng was already dead, his heart would wrench tightly in pain whenever he heard Qing Feng’s name.

He attributed this pain to the inexplicable marital tie with Qing Feng, the woman who, from the moment he met her, always acted unpredictably, causing him endless headaches.

That woman, even in death, made him feel miserable at the thought of her.

"If that’s the case, then if I don’t act as your son, if I don’t become the Family Head of the Feng Residence, then I have nothing to do with you, right, old man?" As soon as Wu Zhong heard this, he threw out the sentence indifferently.

Wu Zhong’s words were indeed shockingly provocative, jolting both Earth Venerate and Ye Lingyue.

The Empress and Chen Tuo were also stunned, whether it was the way "Feng Xun" spoke, or the fact that "Feng Xun" directly called Feng Lan old man.

"You little brat! Who are you calling an old man!" Upon hearing this, Feng Lan’s temples throbbed with anger.

He had been in a coma for over ten years, and his appearance had only aged a bit more than Feng Xun’s, not old at all.

Feng Xun did not acknowledge him as his father, and now even called him an old man.

He didn’t stop to think that without this old man, there would be no him, this brat!

"Prince Feng, you must not act recklessly." Earth Venerate, although annoyed with Feng Lan, did not expect it to escalate to a complete rupture between Feng Xun and Feng Lan.

"Reckless? I’ve thought it through very clearly. Don’t assume everyone is dying for a position in the Feng Residence or for that title of Prince Feng. Whoever wants it, take it. I’ve been sick of it for six or seven years." Wu Zhong finished speaking, patted his behind, sweetly grabbed Ye Lingyue’s hand, and swiftly jumped out of the window.

"You little rabbit, where are you going!" Feng Lan was so angry he almost had a stroke.

He took a long stride, ready to chase, but Earth Venerate was not to be underestimated either; in her hands suddenly appeared a pair of Emei Needles. As the Emei Needles moved, flashing cold light, several rapid strikes were aimed in quick succession.

With the appearance of the Emei Needles, Primordial Power gushed forth, and even Feng Lan was forced back several steps.

In those few steps, Wu Zhong had already disappeared from sight.

Feng Lan’s handsome face flared with rage. He stomped his foot and the hard ground of the palace cracked open. With a reach of his hand, a long blade placed aside was now in Feng Lan’s grip.

Primordial Power instantly surged into the blade.

The blade hummed with a long chant, resonant like a bell, unceasing and clear.

A domineering wave of Sword Energy, like a flash of lightning followed by thunder, slashed towards Earth Venerate.

Feng Lan wielded the blade in a manner that was entirely different from when Feng Xun had used the "Imperial Chanting Blade" previously at Chuyun Palace.

The wind of the blade howled ferociously, tearing through everything within a mile, ripping even the air apart with its overbearing force.

Earth Venerate’s brows furrowed slightly; although she was exceptionally talented, she had been lazy when she was younger and started practicing martial arts several years later than Feng Lan. In terms of Primordial Power, she could not compare with Feng Lan.

Just as Earth Venerate was about to be injured by Feng Lan, Feng Lan’s brow twitched suddenly and he forcefully retracted the power in his hand, pulling back the energy of the blade.

But at that very moment, a streak of light flashed past, striking the spine of Feng Lan’s blade, causing him to feel a jolt through the weapon.

Suddenly, another person appeared before him—it was neither Heavenly Venerate nor anyone else!

"Sister apprentice, are you alright?" Heavenly Venerate, taking advantage of the situation, pulled Earth Venerate towards him, taking her hand and checking anxiously for any injuries.

Had it not been for his observation today that Earth Venerate appeared unsettled and, after returning to her residence, had stealthily visited Earth Venerate’s living quarters, he wouldn’t have noticed that Earth Venerate was missing.

He immediately guessed that Earth Venerate had come looking for Feng Xun.

However, what surprised Heavenly Venerate was the encounter with Feng Lan here.

Although Earth Venerate had not been injured by the Emperor Blade Chant, the tyrannical Sword Energy had caused turbulence in her internal energy. Coupled with the agitation she felt upon seeing Feng Lan again, her hands were now ice-cold, and her withered face even paler.

Upon seeing Heavenly Venerate, Feng Lan’s expression darkened slightly.

Here was a middle-aged man, who, although not as handsome as himself, possessed an air of elegance and erudition, the demeanor of a learned scholar.

Feng Lan had no recollection of this man in his memory.

Yet, for some reason, seeing the middle-aged man almost embracing Earth Venerate evoked an uncomfortable feeling deep within him.

There was a strong impulse to immediately step forward and separate the two.

"Since when has Beiqing’s Imperial Palace become a place where people can come and go as they please? And who might you be? You’d best stay out of my affairs with her," Feng Lan forcefully suppressed that impulse and squeezed out a sentence.

"The great former Prince Feng, would you really stoop to bullying a feeble-minded woman?" Heavenly Venerate replied irritably.

Had he arrived any later, his sister apprentice would have been injured at the hands of Feng Lan.

Feng Lan, since you have forgotten the past and awakened once more, then all of Qing Feng’s ways shall no longer relate to you.

A shiver ran through Earth Venerate’s heart, and her soul felt obscured; indeed, Feng Lan had just attempted to kill her.

The Feng Lan who once treasured her like a precious gem had truly forgotten her completely.

"I didn’t intend to harm her!" Feng Lan roared in anger.

He had already withdrawn his blade. All his life, Feng Lan did not kill children or women.

Although he was unsettled by this strange woman in black, he did not intend to harm her; he never would... he would never injure her.

"It’s good that you’ve come, Heavenly Venerate. Did you know what your sister apprentice just did?" The Empress also noticed a strange atmosphere among the three.

Although she despised Earth Venerate for aiding Feng Xun in escaping, after all, the person was from Tongtian Pavilion.

The predictive power of Tongtian Pavilion was very important to Beiqing and to the entire mainland.

"Your Majesty, it is difficult for two tigers to share one mountain. Since the former Prince Feng has awakened, what’s the point in keeping Feng Xun as Prince Feng? Your Majesty, why push people too far?" The bland tone of Heavenly Venerate caused a gloom to settle in the Empress’s heart.

The things she had done in the past were ultimately not something that could be concealed forever. Heaven knows, Earth knows, and so does Tongtian Pavilion.