Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 824 I've long heard of your name, but fate has prevented us from fighting (Part 2)
The blazing sword, its flames roaring, crashed into Yan Feiqing's figure. From the start of the fight, Pei Ye had buried countless dragon-shaped flame flowers on the sword platform, waiting for Zhu Rong's sword to detonate them.

Knowing from the outset that swordsmanship alone would be insufficient to penetrate his Limitless Sword Stance, seeking a breakthrough through spiritual cultivation became a necessary attempt. From this perspective, the two were on equal footing.

Just as Pei Ye knew nothing about Yan Feiqing's techniques, although Pei Ye had demonstrated this terrifying fire control in countless places, he had never seen Yan Feiqing again after he stayed under the tree by the West Pond every day.

I just know you can use thunder, and you know I can use fire.

Yan Feiqing blocked Pei Yelong's sword with his own, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He drew a line with his fingers, and a faint aura spread out, forming a wandering circle. The flames that touched it immediately began to disintegrate... but it was no match for the speed of the attack.

After absorbing the Qilin Fire, the Chi Fire reached a maximum temperature of four Li. The so-called one Li becomes orange, three Li becomes vermilion, four Li becomes white, six Li becomes green... But Pei Ye still used the three Li Fire. Firstly, the temperature of the three Li Fire was still sufficient, and the four Li Fire would not bring about a qualitative change; secondly, drawing the Qilin Fire into golden threads and weaving them into the Vermilion Lotus Fire could significantly increase the difficulty of the Qingwei Qi dissociation.

The fire will come even faster.

Pei Ye pressed down on Yan Feiqing with his sword, and fire rushed over the two of them like a waterfall. The Wuji pattern behind Yan Feiqing shattered layer by layer, and her clothes and hair billowed restlessly, with the ends all ignited.

Pei Ye stared intently at him, waiting for his new technique to counter, but the next moment he was slightly taken aback. Yan Feiqing completely released the blockade of Qingwei Qi, tightening it all around him, allowing the flames to engulf him in an instant.

Pei Ye's heart and lungs clenched. On the sword platform, there was a burning human figure.

But the next moment, his clenched heart never opened again.

A vast, boundless, and endless fiery domain centered on it, obscuring the entire world.

—Heart Sword: Questions of Fire!
Yan Feiqing's calm eyes were close at hand. He stared at him quietly. Pei Ye had no doubt that he was suffering from excruciating pain, but those eyes remained so serene that they almost gave one a sense of coolness.

Pei Ye dodged the sword, but Yan Feiqing retrieved it. With the help of the fiery domain, Yan Feiqing used his Heart Sword to break Ling Xuan.

Pei Ye almost roared in pain, the unimaginable burning agony from the inside out was completely inescapable.

The real-world fire domain collapsed in an instant, and the second half of "Zhu Rong" also lost control, but not many viewers really cared, because countless people were also dragged into this mental sword technique.

Yan Feiqing pushed away the sword that the boy had pressed against his neck and pressed him forward step by step. Pei Ye staggered back in pain, and under Yan Feiqing's gaze, the fire on his body burned brighter and brighter.

The Heart Sword: A battle between two hearts. My Heart Sword is what I have experienced and what I have figured out; if you can't overcome it, you lose.

Pei Ye was still unaware of the outcome, but he slowly raised his head, trembling.

Amidst a sea of ​​fire, Pei Ye held his sword horizontally, gazing into Yan Feiqing's indifferent eyes.

Even as the flames raged, the boy's eyes remained crystal clear, as if sculpted from glass.

And so, in the fiery domain, a truly breathtaking scene unfolded.

Amidst the rage, a drop of cold, translucent liquid fell, the flames that touched it solidifying like thin paper, turning into ice shards, clustered together, as if they would scatter across the sky with a gust of wind.

Wherever it passed, all shadows vanished, and of course, the light of the flames disappeared as well.

Transforming into a realm of utmost stillness and beauty, the ground turned into thin ice, beneath which lay icy water, jade trees, and frosty stones… In just three breaths, a world of ice and jade was created. It spread upwards from Yan Feiqing's feet, transforming her into a translucent and crystalline form.

[The clear mirror reflects my icy world]

The Winter Sword Platform was divided into two realms, red and white. In the fire realm stood Yan Feiqing, whose body was without shadow, while in the ice realm, Pei Ye, whose body was engulfed in flames, slowly stood up straight.

The two men faced each other, swords drawn, no more than five feet apart.

The fire could not burn away Pei Ye, nor could the clear mirror judge Yan Feiqing.

Yan Feiqing looked at the motionless boy in the flames, and the motionless boy in the flames looked at him.

"What kind of sword is that?"

"What kind of sword is that?"

"It's really crazy to burn yourself with fire."

"This is the process of refining one's mind and nature to create a golden elixir." Yan Feiqing looked around and said, "Your sword is a hundred times more beautiful than you."

"..."

Yan Feiqing silently watched the young man gradually becoming more at ease in the fire: "Want to cultivate immortality together?"

"Do not."

The two Heart Swords shattered simultaneously, the flames and ice jade flowing away together. The two fell onto the Winter Sword Platform in reality. The fire domain had dissipated by more than half, and the Zhu Rong Sword had collapsed. Pei Ye immediately slashed his sword, dodging Yan Feiqing's blocking force, and used [Returning Wind] to create distance.

But Yan Feiqing did not let him leave. He raised his scalded hand, cupped it slightly towards Pei Ye, and softly recited, "Heavenly decree, imprison."

Nine bright white bolts of lightning emanated from Pei Ye's body, encircling him like flower buds and forming a solid cage.

Pei Ye's sword strike abruptly stopped, like a bird making a beautiful tail flick in the air.

Pei Ye looked at Yan Feiqing, who was three zhang away.

The Taoist priest looked rather disheveled, with a cold face, several inches of hair missing, and most of his Taoist robe burned, with tattered gray-black cloth and broken straps fluttering in the wind. His undergarments were still barely white.

The fire of the Crimson Lotus produces no smoke and won't blacken a person's face, but burning clothes does produce some smoke, so even a white face will mostly turn gray.

Pei Ye chuckled.

But Yan Feiqing didn't react at all, only looking at him with a faint disdain. Pei Ye then realized that his appearance was probably not very good either, so he wiped his face, suppressed his smile, and gripped his sword tightly again.

Yan Feiqing is in a bad situation, while Pei Ye is in a very bad one.

Yan Feiqing's loss of form was largely due to his previous match against Tianmu, in which he was exhausted and severely injured. Although he took a pill and received a transfer of internal energy before leaving the match, his mental state was not at its peak.

Then, enduring the fiery sea of ​​crimson lotuses and using and resisting the Heart Sword were exhausting tasks.

Overall, he can still play for a long time and beat many people, and the Qingwei Immortal Embryo has not been broken through.

Pei Ye's injuries were similar to Yan Feiqing's, which wasn't a big deal. He had suffered far more serious injuries in the past, but he was now somewhat at his wit's end.

Most of his true energy had been dissipated by Qingwei Qi in the previous battle, and more importantly, he had almost run out of Chi Fire.

He was not a sorcerer; he relied on the Chi Fire Source and the Black Chi to supply his flames.

Chi fire is a means of countering thunder magic.

Yan Feiqing could not summon lightning of the scale of the Fire Domain, but he could certainly unleash it at will, endlessly.

Yan Feiqing looked at him and could probably tell that the boy was very close to a desperate situation.

He showed no reluctance, and his eyes swept over the colorless flames of the "Qingwei Divine Fierce Secret Technique" that burned into Pei Ye's mind, but they were all blocked by the [Heart Simplified].

Pei Ye originally intended to sever the lightning prison with his sword blade stained with crimson, but then changed his mind and summoned nine crimson lotuses, using them without any pity to burn away the lightning.

'At this moment, we mustn't let him see through us. Lei Fa didn't gain the upper hand just now, so he might try other methods now—preferably swordplay. I've already seen how the Limitless Sword Formation shattered…'

Yan Feiqing looked at him, raised her hand to form a hand seal, and chanted softly, "The Thunder Lord descends."

Those eyes suddenly turned white.

Lightning burst forth from his pupils, splashing across his body. The gray in his clothes and hair no longer looked ugly, but danced fiercely. Yan Feiqing was surrounded by lightning, and his longsword turned into a dazzling white.

—He knows all too well how to win.

A swordsman who never makes a mistake, the battle situation is clearer to him than anyone else, and traps and schemes have no effect on him.

Pei Ye sighed softly, feeling sorry for the Chi Fire he had just wasted.

Without the Chi Fire, one must face the pure and subtle Qi directly.

This is precisely something that cannot be fought against.

True Qi drives your body and your sword, enabling countless mysteries, but all mysteries vanish before the pure and subtle Qi of the Immortal Embryo.

Yan Feiqing slowly floated up, and bolts of lightning, several meters long, appeared out of thin air in all directions, striking and surging towards him. This scene was truly awe-inspiring. The pure and subtle true energy also revealed its ethereal shape amidst the lightning. The pure energy continued from the ends of his torn clothes and hair, dancing lightly without wind, as if trailing faint ribbons, truly exuding an ethereal charm.

Pei Ye looked up at this magnificent scene. The man generously displayed his Qingwei Immortal Body, which he hadn't shown on the Tianmu Arena. Yan Feiqing raised his hand, and Pei Ye's heart clenched in horror. He retreated rapidly, and in the next instant, several bolts of lightning descended from the sky.

Pei Ye swiftly dodged three attacks, two were blocked by the ejected Zhu Lian, one was caught by his sword, and the last one struck Pei Ye squarely. His true energy defense instantly collapsed, and he staggered several feet, gritting his teeth, his limbs stiff as iron for a moment.

—This is not the power that the Pulse Realm should possess!
Of course, he also possessed a lot of power that a cultivator at the Pulse Realm shouldn't have, and some of it could have ended the fight within three breaths if he had used it.

But Pei Ye clearly distinguished between different types of medicine. Some were suitable for use here, while others, even if defeated, were not suitable for use to gain victory.

He had long since learned to accept deserved failures and not to strive for undeserved victories. Although he spoke and laughed as usual, he was indeed more proud than anyone else.

You can only cultivate to the eighth level at most, so I will never touch the ninth level; the "Qingwei Yuanjiang" is something you have cultivated for more than ten years, and the Immortal Hunt is my companion along the way. Apart from that, I will not use any other immortal authority; as for the divine name, that is a power that I control, not my own power.

Pei Ye stood here to defeat Yan Feiqing, not to win against Yan Feiqing.

A torrent of lightning swept in, while the immortal at the center stood calmly. Pei Ye straightened up, his body trembling slightly, and his true energy rapidly soothed the discomfort in his muscles and bones.

To be honest, we were almost at our wits' end.

Chi Huo failed to break through his Ling Xuan realm, and Xin Jian also fought to a draw. He lacked suitable methods for the Mind Realm, and his True Qi was no match for him.

This Taoist priest, Zaozi, has always cultivated this flawless path from the very beginning. Unlike Zhao Jiajia's pursuit of perfection, his path is one of seamless integration and naturalness. Now that he has cultivated the legendary "Qingwei Yuanjiang," he is even more invincible.

Such a wondrous scene unfolded on the Winter Sword Platform: Yan Feiqing stood in the air, surrounded by thunder dragons and flashing lightning, ethereal and otherworldly, truly like a celestial being descended from heaven. With each flick of his finger, thunderbolts fell as commanded.

Pei Ye's pale and colorless figure hid below, the embers of fire still lingering on his body. Every now and then, he would use his sword to withstand a blazing white lightning bolt, which would explode on the stage, creating a shower of sparks and white light. He certainly looked disheveled.

"Senior Brother Yan went too far..." Jiang Yin'er stared at the stage.

"What if, what if he can't catch it? Can he take the lightning back?" Changsun Jue clasped his hands tightly together.

"I don't have that ability," Cui Zhaoye said.

"What if Pei can't catch it?" the girl asked worriedly.

Cui Zhaoye didn't respond. At this moment, she leaned on the railing, her lips tightly pressed together, staring intently at the battle without moving.

Not just a few young girls, but the emperor, the Prince of Yan, the heirs, countless martial arts sects and wandering figures, and hundreds of thousands of eyes from Tianshan, Shaolong, the Sword Cultivation Academy, the Imperial Academy, and so on, were all focused on this place.

This match was already incredibly exciting. One side was fluid and natural, while the other was sharp and proactive, creating a satisfyingly clear distinction between the two. Whether it was the young man riding a dragon or the clash between the Ice and Fire Heart Sword, both were completely unprecedented and imaginative. Even many swordsmen already on the Dragon Ranking couldn't imagine that such swordsmanship existed in the world, and they were stunned for a long time.

It was no surprise that Pei Ye could not defeat Yan Feiqing.

The young man is by no means weak. His victories over Yu Qing and He Yaoyao have already proven his unparalleled swordsmanship talent. However, he is only eighteen years old. When Yan Feiqing was eighteen, he was still outside the top thirties on the Fu Ranking.

Yan Feiqing is simply too strong.

In terms of temperament, talent, inspiration, and combat ability, this disciple of Qingwei is a peerless master in the world.

"Qingwei Yuanjiang" is not a power that should appear in the Pulse Realm. Yan Feiqing obtained it too early. He could only fully master it after ascending to the Heavenly Tower. He has only just stepped into the threshold now, but it is already enough to sweep through the Winter Sword Platform.

Just by looking at the quality of that Heart Sword technique, you can tell that even if Deer Tail stood here, he still couldn't defeat him.

Although the current generation of the Dragon Lord Dongting lineage also senses spiritual energy and can be called a sorcerer, their manipulation of spiritual energy is entirely for the purpose of assisting in swordsmanship. Clearly, they cannot be compared to Yan Feiqing, who has reached the pinnacle of both paths.

At this moment, the young man with the single sword seemed to have no chance of winning against such a person. It's not surprising that a human can't defeat an immortal; it's expected that Yan Feiqing would face Yong Ji in a fierce battle.

People now recognized the name "Pei Ye," and countless eyes had seen him. After just three sword fights, he was no longer some indeterminate figure from the rumors, but stood real on the stage.

Even if he stops here, it is enough for him to become famous in the martial arts world and gain countless fans. From today onwards, everyone is looking forward to his next sword fight and the next Feather Scale Trial.

But Pei Ye actually has one more chance to try.

He gazed at Yan Feiqing in the air, whose body was surrounded by thunderous and pure energy, and who appeared to have no flaws.

But there is actually an opportunity.

Yan Feiqing is not a true immortal after all; even immortal lords can be defeated by Grandpa Yue.

He wasn't truly without gaps or weaknesses; he simply couldn't pass through using his true energy and spiritual power.

Then why not just use a sword?

Since the profound mystery has become a check and balance, why not just abandon it altogether—it's been several months since I've experienced this mortal body?
Actually, I miss it quite a bit.

The heavy torso, the heavy hands and feet, the heavy sword—all evoke a real, fragile, and lifelike feeling.

With this mortal body, amidst a sea of ​​myriad lightning bolts, he sought a fleeting moment of immortal slaying... Of course, even a slight glancing blow would mean certain death.

Thus, using the sword stance as a bridge, one seeks to once again reach that state of "naked heart revealing the blade".

Pei Ye's eyes gradually focused only on the figure in the sky. He narrowed his eyes, never imagining that he could find such a thrilling excitement on the Feather Scale Winter Sword Platform.

"...Don't you see," the young man's long sleeves burst into flames, he looked up at Yan Feiqing, his eyes were like a dream, and he pointed with his fingers, "the Kunwu ironworks are ablaze with flames and smoke, the red light and purple aura are both dazzling!"

The true energy disappeared from his body, and Zhu Lian also disappeared.

But another gentle breeze seemed to drift slowly from his clothes and hair.

His body moved like a gentle breeze, his sleeves like raging fire; the boy's body visibly became heavier, yet it seemed as if he had undergone a rebirth. He stood unsteadily on the stage, his posture distorted and crooked without the aid of his inner energy, his injuries causing him to stagger.

A bolt of snow-white lightning struck down, leaving him no time to react or dodge.

But as he looked up, he raised his hand, and in the instant his forearm was charred, he caught and slashed with the sword. Countless swordsmen around the Winter Sword Platform suddenly stood up. The boy's heavy body was like a willow leaf lifted by a gale, and in an instant he was lifted several feet into the air—he used the power of lightning to complete a [Returning Wind]!
He shot straight toward Yan Feiqing high in the sky, the lightning dancing wildly like silver snakes, biting and binding him. The clumsy and heavy body of the boy moved back and forth in it, and no matter which direction the lightning came from, as long as it touched his longsword, it would send him to the place he wanted.

His body was as stiff as a puppet, but the sword in his hand was like a magical artifact; the moment it touched him, it would instantly make his body fly and move with agility.

The lightning and fire almost set his body ablaze. Pei Ye, as if riding the wind, arrived in front of Yan Feiqing with his clothes and hair flying wildly.

Yan Feiqing drew his sword, but for the first time felt a chill run down his spine—the boy's body was as sluggish as if still, but his sword strike was too fast.

With a sharp clang, Yan Feiqing's neck was slashed open. He pursed his lips slightly, his eyes meeting, and the next moment, a burst of clear light, like scattered snowflakes, exploded out.

Pure air, thunder, sword light... the two fell together, the decree of the Pure and Subtle Immortal Embryo was all-encompassing.

It was hard to imagine that a Pulse Realm cultivator could unleash such a powerful and dense attack. The sword platform was filled with dazzling colors, clear light like lotus blossoms, and thunderous roars.

But all of this was stopped by the young man's single sword. He moved with a smile, as if he were drunk and dancing, and approached Yan Feiqing step by step.

He could die at any moment, and he would not die at any moment.

Sword Stance - [Heart Armor]

As long as your meridian tree hasn't burned out.

Everything that could be touched stopped before the sword.

When Yan Feiqing's blazing, dangerous eyes were almost within reach, Pei Ye touched the [Naked Heart, Blade] again within three breaths.

Three feet is the distance between the two swordsmen.

Yan Feiqing drew his sword, Pei Ye parried the move, Yan Feiqing drew his sword again, Pei Ye broke through the Wuji Sword Stance, Yan Feiqing drew his sword a third time, Pei Ye knocked his sword to the ground.

Yan Feiqing grabbed his wrist and struck the boy's sword away with lightning speed.

Before the sword hit the ground, leaving damp patches on the grass, a flash of light left a shallow but deep bloodstain on Yan Feiqing's neck.

The sword swiftly swirled and returned to Pei Ye's left hand from behind.

The three breaths ended.

There was a three-breath silence on the stage. Yan Feiqing released her grip on his hand and took three steps back.

In a level tone: "I lost."

(End of this chapter)