Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 88 Three moves won't defeat you, I, Ye Jinming...

Finally, the footsteps stopped in front of the tea pavilion.

A figure stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a dark red robe with gold trim, wearing a golden crown. His handsome face carried the majesty of someone who had long held a high position, as well as a hint of sinister malice that was hard to detect. He was none other than Bei Chen Yuan Huang, the leader of the Yi Liu Black Sect!

The moment he looked at Ye Jinming, a hint of suppressed anger flickered between his brows.

Ye Jinming did not stand up, but simply cupped his hands in a gesture of respect from afar, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

"It is truly an honor to welcome the leader of the Northern Star Sect. I am Ye Jinming, and I extend my greetings upon our first meeting."

As he finished speaking, he casually tapped the stone table with the palm of his left hand.

"Buzz"

Another celadon teacup on the table, already filled to the brim and at the perfect temperature, seemed to be drawn by an invisible force. Suddenly, it spun and flew into the air. Not a drop of tea spilled from the cup, but it carried a concentrated and powerful spiral force, like a cannonball, tearing through the air and emitting a low whistle, heading straight for Bei Chen Yuanhuang's face as he stepped into the courtyard!

It's both a gesture of offering tea and a way of intimidating someone!

"Hmm?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang's eyes narrowed. He knew this trip would not go smoothly, but he did not expect the other party to be so direct, testing him as soon as they met.

He snorted inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. His right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers forming a claw. Without dodging or avoiding, he grabbed the spinning teacup that was flying towards him!

He was confident in his profound skills and wanted to use absolute power to receive the attack and suppress the opponent's arrogance.

"Snapped!"

As soon as he got the teacup, Bei Chen Yuan Huang's expression changed slightly!

He felt a strange, spiraling force coming from the cup. It wasn't a violent impact, but rather like a deep-sea whirlpool, carrying a strong rotating and penetrating force. Instantly, it made his arm go numb, and his internal energy was slightly stagnant!

He involuntarily took a half step back to barely dissipate the immense force and firmly grasp the teacup in his hand, but the tea inside shook violently and almost spilled.

Such exquisite control of force! Bei Chen Yuanhuang was secretly amazed, and her gaze toward Ye Jinming became more stern and solemn.

He steadied himself, downed the slightly rippling tea in one gulp to calm his turbulent blood, then coldly snorted, "Good tea! Here you go!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and threw the empty cup back!

The teacup seemed to move slowly, but it contained a subtle and vicious corrosive force that silently and directly struck Ye Jinming's vital point on the chest!

If struck, not only will the cup shatter and the person be injured, but the hidden force will also invade the meridians, causing continuous damage.

Ye Jinming seemed to have anticipated this, and remained calm and unhurried. He swiftly unfolded his black fan, and instead of directly meeting the object, he gently welcomed and swirled it with a mysterious arc, like a gentle breeze brushing against a willow or flowing water around a stone.

"bite""

With an extremely slight crisp sound, the moment the teacup touched the fan, the subtle, hidden power attached to it was completely dispelled and dispersed by this gentle twist.

The teacup itself, as if guided by invisible threads, traced a graceful arc along the fan surface, then floated lightly and steadily back to its original position on the stone table. With its rim facing upwards, it spun twice before coming to a complete stop, as if it had never left.

Ye Jinming closed his black fan, lightly tapped it in his palm, and looked at Bei Chen Yuanhuang, whose expression had darkened slightly, with a half-smile: "Sect Leader Bei Chen, why the great temper?"

Seeing how easily Ye Jinming had deflected his counterattack, Bei Chen Yuanhuang became even more cautious, his expression growing colder. He took a few steps forward and sat down on the stone bench opposite Ye Jinming, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Hmph! You captured and imprisoned my strategist Yi Liu, and even sent someone to deliver a message, demanding that I, the Emperor, come personally to ransom him. If you were in that situation, would you have a pleasant expression?"

Ye Jinming spread his hands innocently and explained seriously, "I'm truly sorry. But the truth is, your sect's strategist, Huanyu Qizang, for some unknown reason, inexplicably attacked me in the wilderness, his moves ruthless, intending to kill me. I was merely acting in self-defense. Who knew he was so unskilled and was instead subdued by me. Sect Leader Beichen, do you think this is my fault?"

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat accusatory, before directly accusing, "It's all thanks to my decent strength and good luck; otherwise, I'd probably be a corpse feeding wolves in the wilderness by now. After all, I can be considered a hero who assisted the Ping Shan Lian Emei sect in slaying the Yama Drought Demon and ridding the Bitter Realm of a great scourge," right? The way the strategist Yi Liu acted makes it hard not to suspect—is your sect harboring ulterior motives, or perhaps have some shady connection with those remnants of the Demon Realm?

"Absurd!" Bei Chen Yuanhuang slammed his hand on the stone table, causing the teaware to tremble. He glared at Ye Jinming, "The Universe's Wonders would never attack you without cause. You must have provoked us first, or you have other plans! As for colluding with the Demon Realm? That's utter nonsense. My Yi Liu has long since severed ties with the Otherworldly Demon Realm!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not is not something you, the leader, can decide on your own words." Ye Jinming slowly poured himself another cup of tea.

"Where is the Man of the Universe's Wonders? Do you dare to let him out for a face-to-face confrontation?" Bei Chen Yuan Huang immediately asked.

"My esteemed strategist—" Ye Jinming said with a slightly troubled expression, "He is getting old and has a regular schedule. He is currently taking a nap in the inner room."

"Taking a nap?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang was almost laughing in anger. Unable to contain her rage any longer, she abruptly stood up, her aura surging as she pressed down on Ye Jinming. "Ye Jinming! Do you take me for a three-year-old? Hand him over to me, or this matter will not end well!"

Ye Jinming remained seated, his black fan waving lightly, seemingly unaffected by the oppressive aura. He simply sighed, "Master, you see, this is pointless. I tell the truth, but you refuse to believe me. Doesn't that just present your side of the story?"

"That's not important at all!" Bei Chen Yuanhuang said sharply. "What's important is that I must take the person with me!"

"Well—" Ye Jinming put down his teacup, raised his eyes to look at Bei Chen Yuanhuang, his gaze suddenly turning cold, and his tone carrying a hint of indifference and dominance: "Indeed, it doesn't matter anymore. Because, as for the truth, only the victor has the right to write it. And now, I am the one who holds the initiative."

"The victor? Very well!" Bei Chen Yuanhuang laughed in fury, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Then let me see who will truly write this victory today!"

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his palm and rose up. The power of the Northern Island Dragon Qi and the Yi Liu Evil Yuan in his body suddenly erupted, condensing into a strange palm print that was red and mixed with dark green. It carried a triple force of poison and domineering power, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on Ye Jinming's head!

A gust of wind swept through, breaking flowers and trees in the courtyard, shaking the stone table, and causing the tea set to jingle.

"Like attracts like." Ye Jinming shook his head and sighed softly, his Xuan fan still waving slowly and steadily. The fan surface traced mysterious trajectories, and a soft, long, and flowing energy spread out silently. It was not a direct confrontation, but rather like the most flexible net, wrapping, dividing, and guiding the violent palm force layer by layer, and finally disappearing into nothingness.

The violent air currents in the courtyard subsided instantly, leaving only the ruffled flowers and plants and the slightly swaying branches and leaves.

"Yi Liu is truly domineering! He demolishes other people's homes at the slightest disagreement. His manners as a guest need improvement!"

Amidst the teasing, Ye Jinmingxuan's fan snapped shut and then suddenly unfolded again in the direction of Bei Chenyuanhuang!

"Buzz"

Bei Chen Yuanhuang felt the scenery before her eyes blur and distort, as if space itself had been violently kneaded by an invisible hand.

The next instant, the solid feeling underfoot disappeared, and the wind whistled in my ears.

He looked closely and realized that he was no longer among the elegant pine trees amidst the ashes, but in a vast wilderness outside the green mountains!

A few feet away, Ye Jin stood calmly with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering.

"Spatial magic?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang's pupils contracted, then she snorted coldly, a look of disdain on her face. "Is this all you've got?"

Before he finished speaking, his hands suddenly formed a mudra, and he began chanting incantations.

In an instant, from his center, countless streams of pale green, pungent-smelling poisonous mist surged forth from the ground beneath his feet like thick smoke from an erupting volcano, spreading out instantly and enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius!

The poisonous fog churned, within which various hideous phantoms of venomous insects appeared, emitting hissing sounds that sent chills down one's spine. Grass and trees withered upon contact, rocks changed color upon contact, and the air became thick and deadly.

"The Yi Liu Gu poison technique?" Ye Jinming stood at the edge of the poisonous fog, his black fan lightly covering his mouth and nose, his tone indifferent. "Is this all you rely on? It seems that the Yi Liu Sect Leader has nothing new to offer besides using poison and bullying others."

"You'll see once you try!" Bei Chen Yuanhuang, standing at the heart of the poisonous fog like the master of all poisons, her eyes icy cold, said, "The 'surprise' I've prepared for you doesn't end there!"

Ye Jinming said with a mocking tone, "If that's the case, then what can you possibly do to fully display your abilities?"

Bei Chen Yuan Huang's hand seals changed again, and dozens of strange dark green light spots suddenly lit up in the pervasive poisonous mist, connecting with each other and instantly forming a huge and complex three-dimensional poison array in the air!

The array shone brightly, and a powerful spatial sealing force descended, firmly locking down the space in this area, making the air seem to freeze.

A smug smile appeared on Bei Chen Yuanhuang's face. His voice, carrying the arrogance of someone who had already won, came through the poisonous fog: "Ye Jinming! I know you have a skill for unpredictable spatial travel, but now, this space has been completely sealed and imprisoned by my 'Ten Thousand Poisons Locking the Void Formation.' Your reliance is useless!"

"Oh?" Despite being trapped under the double seal of poisonous fog and array, Ye Jinming remained unmoved, merely shaking his head slightly, his tone tinged with disappointment and disdain: "A sealed space? I thought the arrival of the Yi Liu Sect Leader would bring me some unexpected surprises," but this is all?

Looking at Bei Chen Yuanhuang, who thought she had the situation under control, Ye Jinming suddenly had a thought, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then Ye Jinming slowly took a few steps forward, walking close to Bei Chen Yuanhuang, and showed no signs of discomfort despite being enveloped by the poisonous mist.

He then said with a hint of sarcasm, "Speaking of which, I suddenly thought of a sentence that I think is particularly suitable to give to you, Pope, at this moment."

Bei Chen Yuanhuang was startled to see that he could ignore the poisonous fog, but she still managed to remain calm thanks to the array that sealed him off: "What are you saying?"

"Three moves—" Ye Jinming extended a finger and gently shook it, his tone calm yet carrying an air of domineering confidence.

"Um?"

"I can't defeat you in three moves—" Ye Jinming paused, his eyes shining brightly. The Jinghong Sword had already been drawn half an inch from its sheath without anyone noticing, and its clear sound pierced the sky.

"I am Ye Jinming."