Chapter 442: Chapter 441 Trapped
Watching Immortal Yan approach step by step, Yang Fei felt a heavy heart.
The voice suggested she was a very young woman, but her initial attack was dominated by such a tyrannical poison. Moreover, daring to break into the Duanmu Family’s territory alone indicated she was no ordinary adversary.
Now that she had discovered his identity as a Taoist inheritor, she would never let him off easily.
He could not fall into this woman’s hands.
As Yang Fei used his True Yuan to suppress the spread of the poison within his body, he was secretly building up his strength, preparing for a desperate strike.
Immortal Yan was extremely confident in her Poison Technique. After delaying for such a long time, she believed that even if the young man before her was powerful, he could not escape the influence of the Bone Erosion Powder.
She slowly walked towards Yang Fei and stopped less than three meters away, then extended her finger from afar towards a major acupoint on Yang Fei’s chest.
Mere control by the poison was not enough, she also wanted to seal the acupoints around Yang Fei’s body.
At that moment, Yang Fei, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly rose to his full height.
He was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, he was beside Immortal Yan and threw a punch, creating an explosive boom through the air.
Po Gang!
With the amount of True Yuan within Yang Fei’s body at that moment, executing the Po Gang technique was difficult, and the even more powerful Tide technique was out of the question.
Even if he tried to use it, its power would be greatly reduced and not as effective as the Po Gang punch.
Immortal Yan had been on guard against Yang Fei, and although his sudden resistance rattled her, she did not panic.
However, Yang Fei’s speed took her by surprise, and in haste, she flipped her jade palm to counter.
"Boom!"
In the muffled sound of impact, the two separated upon contact.
Immortal Yan’s body floated lightly, flying more than ten meters away. Her internal energy churned, and she couldn’t hold back a mouthful of blood within her black mask, sustaining internal injuries.
Yang Fei fell to the ground, his face filled with regret.
Although he had inflicted serious damage with that strike, the woman was too alert. Her palm contained poison, further invading his body.
Not only that, but her deep cultivation allowed her to be prepared. Despite being hit and sent flying, she had turned her retreat into advance, dissipating most of the force. Although she was injured, it was not significant.
In contrast, after using that move, not only was the True Yuan in Yang Fei’s body completely eroded by the Bone Erosion Powder, but another more tyrannical poison had invaded, leaving him feeling weak all over and despairing.
Immortal Yan tore off her mask and threw it on the ground.
Yang Fei looked up, and within the dimly lit forest, a woman with cold frost on her pretty face and blood at the corner of her mouth was furiously glaring at him.
"I planned to be gentle with you, but you turned out to be so troublesome, even injuring me. I will make you suffer immensely," she said through gritted teeth, staring at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei felt utterly weak, with the Bone Erosion Powder corroding him, his True Yuan out of control. He was unable to regulate his inner energy to contain the poisoning of his body by another substance, feeling his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
After a short while, Yang Fei closed his eyes with great unwillingness.
After all, he was only human, and Immortal Yan’s poison was too overpowering; he couldn’t withstand it this time.
Watching Yang Fei fall and not get up, Immortal Yan still did not approach.
She carefully sensed for a while, confirmed Yang Fei was truly weak with scattered True Yuan, and only then did she walk over to him.
"Bang bang!"
She kicked Yang Fei’s body harshly twice, and upon hearing a few unconscious groans from him, Immortal Yan cursed, "Bastard, you’re the first to injure me after being poisoned by my Bone Erosion Powder. I’ll make sure you’re tormented to death."
After speaking, she couldn’t help kicking Yang Fei another two times, then crouched down to seal his Martial Meridian Acupoints. Picking up Yang Fei, she disappeared into the night with light and nimble movements like a civet.
When Yang Fei regained consciousness, he felt sore and weak all over, and his body was hollow, unable to gather even a trace of True Essence Inner Breath.
Recalling the scene before he lost consciousness, his heart raced with anxiety, but his face remained calm.
Looking around, he found himself lying on a large bed.
The wooden bed was wide, and in front of it was a screen painted with a landscape of Jiangnan in the misty rain.
He couldn’t see the outside scenery, but Yang Fei could imagine that this was a very elegant room.
It seemed there was no one in the room. Yang Fei withdrew his gaze and concentrated on feeling the condition of his body.
It was fortunate.
All his limbs were there, without any external injuries.
He tried to operate the Cultivation Technique and mobilize his True Yuan, but he discovered that several important acupoints in his Martial Meridian were sealed, making it impossible to execute the technique, and his Dantian felt desperately empty, as if the True Yuan he had cultivated over ten years had vanished completely.
This sent Yang Fei into a bit of a panic.
Wasn’t it just poisoning?
The toxin was certainly domineering, capable of eroding True Yuan, but it was not supposed to dissolve True Yuan to the point of disappearance.
Two years ago, after being injured, he had finally just recovered to his peak condition, even making advancements, and yet before he could revel in his strength, he was struck down even harsher, reduced to a mere commoner?
His heart felt hollow.
If not for the experience of being seriously wounded two years prior, he would have never accepted this cruel reality.
But things as they were, Yang Fei still tried his best to remain calm.
While the True Yuan seemed to have disappeared, the powerful force of the Divine Soul within his Sea of Consciousness was still present.
Although he had also suffered backlash when he attacked the old ancestor of the Duanmu Family, leaving his Divine Soul weakened and not yet recovered, he knew that with some meditation, he would regain his strength—this was his last trump card.
After some time, Yang Fei completely calmed his mind and closed his eyes to meditate.
However, not long after he had closed his eyes, footsteps could be heard from outside.
The footsteps were extremely light, but Yang Fei found that despite the loss of his True Yuan, his hearing remained intact.
Creak...
The wooden door opened with a noise.
Immortal Yan entered the room, her white fitted long dress swaying, and casually closed the door behind her.
Her fair and enchanting face bore a smile as she gracefully circled around the partition and approached the bed. Her phoenix eyes fixed on Yang Fei, who lay on the bed with his eyes closed, she chuckled, "Stop pretending, I know you’re awake."
Yang Fei’s eyelids twitched, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, then did not look away again.
Immortal Yan held his steady gaze without shyness, her radiant smile bloomed, "Am I not beautiful?"
Yang Fei instinctively nodded, then felt embarrassed and snorted, "Not as beautiful as my wife."
Immortal Yan giggled, "Qin Yanyang? Indeed, she’s very beautiful, and talented to boot—quite remarkable."
Yang Fei was startled to realize that she knew Qin Yanyang was his wife.
But he quickly came to terms with it.
Although the Hidden Sect World maintained its own existence, many from the Hidden Sect still wandered the outside world in secret, and thus the Eight Great Forces could hardly keep anything from becoming known here.
Himself and Qin Yanyang were considered prodigies in the outside world, so it wasn’t surprising that individuals from the Hidden Sect World were aware of his marital relationship with Qin Yanyang.
"Who are you, and which force do you come from?" Yang Fei asked.
Immortal Yan laughed and shook her head, "You’re a prisoner at the foot of the steps, I should be the one asking questions, shouldn’t I?"
Yang Fei found this response eerily familiar.
These were the kind of things he used to say to others.
What goes around comes around, alas!
"However, telling you won’t hurt. My name is Immortal Yan, I’m from the Poison Sect," Immortal Yan said with a smile.
Yang Fei was surprised she actually answered his question, and looked at her with curiosity.
Immortal Yan continued, "You’ve been unconscious for two days, and a lot has happened during that time. I believe you’d be quite interested."
Yang Fei expressed his astonishment, "Two days?"
Immortal Yan nodded.
Yang Fei was secretly shocked.
In the past, he would never have been susceptible to being poisoned by someone. But this time, not only was he brought down, but he had also been unconscious for two days. He had truly capsized in the gutter.
"Aren’t you curious about what has happened in these two days?" Immortal Yan asked.
Yang Fei, lacking enthusiasm, said, "It’s nothing more than news about me causing a big commotion at the Duanmu Family in Muyun City and causing a sensation in the Hidden Sect World."
"Giggling, you’re pretty clever, and quite self-absorbed," Immortal Yan acknowledged with a smile and nod. "You did guess right to a degree, but there’s one thing you definitely can’t imagine."
Yang Fei, now confined, had no interest in such matters and was too lazy to inquire further.
Seeing his disinterest, Immortal Yan became visibly annoyed.