The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 53 The Righteous Hero - Zhang Yi

"Feng Ling, today is your death day!"

Several discordant shouts shattered the tranquility of the forest. Three panting figures looked up at the extraordinary-looking man above them.

After passing through several dense forests and chasing for nearly five miles, they finally caught up with Feng Ling in a bamboo grove beside a main road. Even with the flying magic carpet as a cheat, Wang Tao and the others were exhausted.

At this moment, the sun is shining brightly under a clear blue sky. The gentle sunlight filters through the sparse bamboo leaves, and the swaying, serene bamboo shadows make one feel drowsy. It is truly a rare and beautiful day in autumn!
It's a pity that these few people who don't know how to appreciate it ruined it...

"I've been waiting for you for a long time! Leave your heads behind and you can get lost!" Feng Ling lay leisurely on a few bent green bamboos, a blade of grass in his mouth, and glanced down at the three of them indifferently.

He scoffed inwardly, "A bunch of rabble, I should be the one saying that!"

"Arrogant! Get down here and die!"

Wang Tao and his two companions nodded and exchanged glances, then suddenly unleashed their power: "Hah! Sweep through the enemy lines... Sever!"

"Oh!"

Several bamboo stalks, each as thick as an arm, snapped in two with a snap, their leaves fluttering and falling.

A figure tumbled down from the ground with astonishing speed.

Seeing this, Wang Tao and his companions were overjoyed and hurriedly raised their swords, a sinister glint flashing in their eyes.

"Come on, kid, I'll give you a chest-piercing stab! I'll make you feel amazing..."

Staring intently at the figure about to crash his back into the sword tip, Wang Tao grinned wickedly, his fair face contorted with malice.

"Sigh, what a pity about such a handsome guy..."

Hu Mei'er's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she silently murmured a sentence to herself, feeling a little melancholy.

"Stupid!" Feng Ling rolled his eyes and glanced over. Then, with a surge of air, his body miraculously froze in mid-air.

We're still a long way from that sword tip!
With sword raised and head tilted back, revealing a burning gaze, the three guys who were waiting for a windfall of Feng Ling flavored filling were completely dumbfounded: "Damn it! He's tricked us! Let's go!"

Realizing that the three of them were acting like fools, Wang Tao, feeling ashamed and angry, leaped into the air, with the other two following closely behind.

"The Realm of Climbing Clouds?"

Feng Ling carefully sensed the faint floating airflow beneath him. Although it was not yet obvious, it still filled him with joy.

Meanwhile, three sharp sword energies attacked from below. Feng Ling swiftly flipped over to dodge them, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Good! I'm in a good mood today, so I'll play with you. I'll give you a thirty-move head start!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Four figures circled in the air for a long time without any results. Finally, they landed in frustration, panting heavily, their clothes swaying even without wind.

"I'm over thirty, it's my turn!"

Feng Ling landed calmly and steadily, just about to raise his right hand to summon the Fire-Tipped Spear. Unexpectedly, several mocking voices interrupted his movements.

"Wait a minute! You arrogant fool, there are still sixty moves left! It's the three of us, thirty moves each! You have to keep your word." Li Si looked arrogant and disdainfully despised Feng Ling.

Wang Tao was secretly anxious about Feng Ling's predicament when he heard this. His eyes lit up, and he glanced at the quick-witted Li Si. He immediately echoed approvingly, "That's right! That's right. Those thirty moves just now were for Junior Sister Hu. Now we have our own moves!"

I have never seen such a shameless person!
It's amazing that they can say such shameless and scoundrelly things without blushing or skipping a beat!
"Then bring it on! I don't have time to waste on your nonsense!"

Feng Ling laughed in anger, put his left hand behind his back, pointed his right hand at the three of them one by one, and then put his right hand behind his back as well.

Such an arrogant attitude goes beyond mere contempt; it's downright disdain!
"Bastard, bastard, bastard..."

Enraged, Wang Tao and his men charged at Feng Ling from three directions.

Several sharp swords, wielded with fierce and powerful strokes, were as ruthless as cleavers, cutting through the bamboo along the way, leaving behind smooth and neat sections of bamboo stumps.

Judging from their crazed state, they wouldn't stop until they had hacked Feng Ling to death with their blades.

“It’s this rhythm, slow and fast, slow and fast!” Feng Ling carefully sensed the subtle pauses in everyone’s sword moves, immersing himself in a profound artistic conception. Each seemingly slow sidestep was able to miraculously dodge the opponent’s close-range swift blade.

Feng Ling multitasked, quickly dodging with each step.

The three layers of sword shadows were dazzling, and the situation looked extremely dangerous, as if Feng Ling would be beheaded in the blink of an eye.

"What kind of skill is it to outnumber the weak?"

Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoed through the woods.

Immediately, a tall, slender figure leaped into the air, drawing his sword and appearing like lightning in front of Feng Ling, knocking back Wang Tao and the other two with a single strike.

Nine-Turn Ghost Spirit Master?
Feng Ling stopped, a slight thought stirring within him, and secretly observed the man who had suddenly appeared. In this mortal world, encountering a ninth-rank ghost spirit master was no easy feat.

The other party must at least be someone of great importance, and judging from his presence within the jurisdiction of the Jade Purity Sect, he is most likely from a subordinate force of the Jade Purity Sect.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in my business!" Wang Tao and his men were furious, raising their longswords and pointing them directly at the newcomers, revealing their thuggish nature.

Wang Tao thought he was almost about to defeat Feng Ling, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere and ruined his plans.

The newcomer was handsome and dignified, exuding an aura of righteousness; he was clearly a man who lived by his honor and sought revenge.

He sheathed his sword, looked at the three men, and replied loudly and respectfully, "I do not change my name or surname, I am Zhang Yi!"

"Damn it, I don't care who you are! Anyway, eat our Yi Jian first..."

Wang Tao and his two companions, their faces fierce, charged forward again with swords drawn, their ferocity undiminished. However, this time they faced a different opponent.

Faced with the three rabid dogs charging at him, Zhang Yi's face suddenly darkened.

"You three are utterly rude! Well then, I, Zhang, will teach you a lesson today!"

As he spoke, Zhang Yi exerted all his strength, swiftly twirling a sword flower, and then a powerful sword aura suddenly swept out.

Immediately afterwards, with several howls of pain, Wang Tao and the other two were sent flying and tumbling to the ground.

This outcome was within Feng Ling's expectations. If Zhang Yi, a ninth-rank cultivator, couldn't handle Wang Tao and the other two newly promoted eighth-rank cultivators, then he would have truly wasted his life.

"Thump!" Wang Tao and the others rolled twice on the ground before stopping, their sword-wielding hands numb from the shock.

"Damn it! You bastard Zhang, you're ruthless! You just wait and see!" Li Si, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, got up and started threatening.

"Hmph! Let you keep jumping around for a while longer. When my second senior brother arrives, you'll have your turn to cry and wail!"

Wang Tao wiped the trace of blood from his face in shock and anger, and then made a blatant threat.

"Oh? I hate being threatened more than anything in my life. You bunch of scoundrels, do you still want to be beaten?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, and finally he casually touched the long sword in his hand.

Looks like he's about to make his move again!

"Hmph, let's go..." Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Tao led Li Si and the other man away in a panic. As their figures were about to disappear at the entrance of the bamboo forest, they did not forget to throw out a harsh word: "You just wait!"

"Fine, I, Zhang, will wait!" Zhang Yi said with disdain, which angered Wang Tao and his companions so much that they quickened their pace.

Perhaps Wang Tao and his group wanted to reunite with their second senior brother as soon as possible so that Qi Cheng could deal with Zhang Yi, who was like a dog catching a mouse, and then they could kill Feng Ling together.

"Is this young hero alright?"

After Wang Tao and his companions had completely disappeared at the edge of the bamboo forest, Zhang Yi turned to look at Feng Ling and asked with a smile and concern, "Are you hurt?"

Feng Ling shook his head to indicate that he was fine, then cupped his hands and stepped forward to politely thank him, saying, "Thank you, brother, for your righteous help!"

Feng Ling is unlikely to be in any good or bad condition; if anyone should be worried, it should be Wang Tao and the others.

If it weren't for Zhang Yi's sudden appearance and disruption, Wang Tao and his companions would have perished after those sixty moves.

"That's good, that's good!" Hearing that Feng Ling was unharmed, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly cursing how chaotic the world was and how people's hearts had become so corrupt.

"Uh..." Feng Ling was slightly taken aback. This caring tone was so similar to that of the gentle and refined Senior Brother Zhi Shan that Feng Ling even had a slight illusion when looking at the person in front of him.

"It is our duty to help those in need!" Seeing that Feng Ling was still in a cupped-hands posture, Zhang Yi thought he was upset that his words were not in accordance with his own, so he quickly waved his hands and explained.

That carefree demeanor easily wins people's favor, and even Feng Ling couldn't help but admire him in his heart: humble and straightforward!
Zhang Yi glanced at Feng Ling's attire and asked, "I still don't know how to address you, young hero?"

"My name is Feng Ling!"

Feng Ling responded politely, thinking to himself: Just who is this Zhang Yi? His speech and behavior are so proper.

"Haha! Judging from Young Hero Feng Ling's appearance, he should be younger than me, so I'll take the liberty of calling you my worthy brother. What do you say?"

Zhang Yi laughed heartily, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Ling, quietly awaiting his reply.

"Brother Zhang Yi, you're too kind. It's an honor for Feng Ling to befriend such a chivalrous person as Brother Zhang!"

Feng Ling raised an eyebrow and readily agreed. His words were absolutely sincere, without the slightest hint of pretense.

Feng Ling once longed for a life of chivalry and revenge in the martial world. Unfortunately, his identity as an assassin destined him to remain in the shadows.

Therefore, he was unable to fulfill this long-cherished wish in his previous life. Now, reborn in this world, Feng Ling has found a sense of the martial arts world.

To be precise, it is a perfect fusion of mystical cultivators and chivalrous wanderers who seek revenge!
"Uh, Brother Fengling, you flatter me!" Zhang Yi waved his hand modestly at first, then asked Fengling, "Where are you headed, Brother?"

He guessed that Feng Ling must not be a local, otherwise he would not have gone to the direction of the Desolate Land!

"I've heard that there's a bustling city called Sunset City a few dozen miles away, and I'm about to head there."

Feng Ling responded casually, saying he had no need to hide such trivial matters. Unexpectedly, his casual remark struck gold once again.

"Wow, what a coincidence!"

Zhang Yi was slightly surprised, but then his face lit up with a smile, and he said happily, "My home is in Sunset City. It seems that I am really destined to meet Brother Feng Ling! Why don't we go together and visit my home?"

Zhang Yi thought to himself: This Brother Feng Ling is handsome and talented. He is destined for great things. If I don't befriend him now, when will I ever get the chance?

"How can this be so embarrassing..."

Feng Ling gave Zhang Yi a meaningful look, then abruptly changed the subject.

He chuckled and agreed, "Then I'll gladly accept your offer, Brother Zhang Yi!"

Feng Ling thought to himself: Since I have no relatives or friends in Luoyang City anyway, I might as well visit his home and see what kind of person he is. Besides, experiencing the lives of different social classes in a secular town would be a kind of worldly experience!

Thinking this through, Feng Ling agreed and immediately traveled with Zhang Yi.

"Brother, you are truly a generous man! Look, it's already noon. I'll treat you to a good drink in the nearby town today!"

"Thank you so much, Brother Zhang Yi, for the expense!"

Feng Ling walked side by side with Zhang Yi, looking somewhat awkward, because he... was short of money!

If Zhang Yi hadn't offered to treat him, he wouldn't have dared to bring up the idea of ​​treating everyone to dinner...

"Brother, you're not from around here, are you?"

"How can Brother Zhang Yi be so sure?"

"Brother, I heard you say you wanted to go to Sunset City, but you're going in the wrong direction..."

"..."

"Cough cough..."

The person coughed awkwardly a few times, turned around, and made a "please lead the way" gesture.

Life is not about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because we persevere.

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages offer you a pure land for your souls.

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