Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Fei Hong, You Broke the Rules
Ancestor Fei Hong could not stand it anymore and let out a heavy snort.

Ancestor Sui Bian tried to press his advantage and was about to say more when a dark shadow fell from the sky, pierced through the vines, and crashed into the ground with a loud bang.

His gaze shifted, and the big grin he had just put away spread across his face again.

At this moment, all the vines on the ground vanished and turned into a single seed that floated in the air.

In the empty air above, rings of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out. A hand slowly reached out from the strange waves and closed around the seed.

Right after that, Yu Zhao’s figure appeared from the void.

Right now, Yu Zhao stood unharmed at the center of the Dueling Platform, while Du Wu Xiang was on one knee, his aura unstable. The result of the fight was clear at a glance.

The crowd buzzed in an uproar, but because of Ancestor Fei Hong’s face, they did not dare shout out. They could only trade looks with one another to share their shock.

Sui Bian’s lips curled up so much he could not press them back down as he said: “Fei Hong, look at this…”

Ancestor Fei Hong’s face was as cold as frost: “The match is not over yet.”

Ancestor Sui Bian’s eyes widened.

[Since when did this old fellow also learn to lie with his eyes wide open?]

The situation was already so obvious, yet he still refused to admit it.

Really… wait, something is wrong!

Ancestor Sui Bian suddenly looked sharply at Yu Zhao and Du Wu Xiang.

He saw Yu Zhao’s hand, which had been closed, suddenly explode without any warning. Thick blood burst out like fireworks, and bits of flesh flew. A strong smell of blood spread through the air.

Before he could recover from that bloody scene, a dark shadow shot out of the ball of flesh like a ghost.

The next second, a large hand clamped around Yu Zhao’s throat like lightning. That hand tightened, then dragged her body forward at great speed.

Yu Zhao’s feet left the ground. She looked like a kite with its string cut, dragged along by the dark shadow and leaving a long line of blood on the ground.

That dark shadow was none other than Du Wu Xiang.

Ancestor Sui Bian was so shocked he almost bit his tongue.

This was Du Wu Xiang, so the one kneeling on the ground just now was… an Illusory Clone?

Ancestor Fei Hong’s dark expression cleared.

Sui Bian gave Fei Hong a sideways glance.

He did not say anything, but it was as if he had said a thousand words.

The other elders all let out a long breath.

Now the scene in front of them finally matched what they had expected.

Du Wu Xiang held Yu Zhao’s throat with one hand. His other hand reached behind his back, and a clear ice needle appeared in his palm.

“Yu Zhao, you lost.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand holding the ice needle stabbed toward Yu Zhao’s temple. A cold, vicious light flickered in his eyes.

“Heh.”

A cold snort suddenly sounded by his ear.

Du Wu Xiang seemed to sense something. His eyes widened in fear, and he saw the Yu Zhao in his grip turn into a pool of blood that slipped out through his fingers.

At the same time, a huge force grabbed his hand and twisted his attack around.

The ice needle stabbed down hard toward the center of his own forehead.

“Stop!”

With the shout, Du Wu Xiang’s body flew backward. The ice needle in his hand shattered with a bang and turned to dust.

Yu Zhao staggered and showed herself as she stepped out of the void.

“Fei Hong, you actually interfered in a match between juniors! Shame on you!”

Ancestor Sui Bian shouted in rage. Without even thinking, he threw a punch at Fei Hong’s old face.

Ancestor Fei Hong probably also felt a little guilty. He did not strike back. He only used a shield to block.

Once that punch was blocked, Ancestor Sui Bian grew even angrier and was about to follow up with a few more blows when Senior Qun Fang grabbed his sleeve: “Sui Bian.”

Ancestor Sui Bian glared at Senior Qun Fang in anger. When he met the faintly pleading look in her eyes, he finally softened.

“Qun Fang, for your sake, I can stop hitting him, but he must give me an explanation!”

“Alright, I will handle this matter.” Senior Qun Fang agreed at once.

At this time, Du Wu Xiang and Yu Zhao walked to stand in front of everyone, one behind the other.

“Father, I am sorry.”

Du Wu Xiang hung his head. His voice trembled, and every word sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

He had not only lost. He had also forced his father to sacrifice his reputation to protect him. Right now he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Ancestor Sui Bian did not even look at him. He reached out to pull Yu Zhao to his side and looked her up and down: “Are you alright?”

Yu Zhao shook her head: “Ancestor Fei Hong is a Senior. He held back.”

Seeing that she was fine, Ancestor Sui Bian once again had the mood to cause trouble for Ancestor Fei Hong.

But Senior Qun Fang spoke first, her tone displeased: “Fei Hong, you broke the rules.”

“In this match, Wu Xiang lost. I let my love for my son cloud my mind and forgot the rules for a moment. I am willing to make it up.”

In front of so many people, Ancestor Fei Hong admitted his mistake very directly. The apology on his face was just right.

Ancestor Sui Bian snorted twice.

[So he wants to brush this off with just a few words? No way.]

“It just so happens that Yu Zhao also cultivates the Illusion Dao. I have a magical artifact I can give her,” Ancestor Fei Hong added.

“What is it? Ordinary magical artifacts are not good enough for our Yu Zhao!”

“She should like this one.”

Ancestor Fei Hong moved his mind.

A pair of silver bells appeared quietly in front of everyone.

In the sunlight, they shone with a cold light. The small bell bodies were carved with faint lines, like mountains and rivers, and also like the paths of stars.

A light breeze blew past, and the bells bumped against each other and rang with a clear sound. The sound was empty and distant, as if it had the power to charm people’s hearts. It seemed able to slip into a person’s ears and go straight to their soul.

Du Wu Xiang suddenly raised his head. His face turned red, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Ancestor Sui Bian’s eyes were sharp. He quickly reached out and snatched the bells away, holding them tightly in his hand.

He cleared his throat: “Ahem, since you know you were wrong, then for the sake of our past relationship, we will not keep pressing the matter. Yu Zhao won this match, so she should represent Lingyin Sect in the Sect Dao Debate.”

“Of course.”

Ancestor Fei Hong gave a small nod, then turned to Senior Qun Fang and said: “With Sui Bian and Yu Zhao here, my son and I will not stay and bother you any longer. We will take our leave.”

“Fei Hong…”

“Please stay.”

Ancestor Fei Hong gave a faint smile, but he did not stop walking. He led Du Wu Xiang down the mountain.

Senior Qun Fang looked over at Ancestor Sui Bian with some hesitation.

Ancestor Sui Bian waved his hand carelessly: “Go on, go on.”

Senior Qun Fang gave him a grateful nod and flashed away to chase after them.

The master of Hengnan Sect and the other elders exchanged looks, not sure what they should do.

Ancestor Sui Bian simply sent them away as well.

Once everyone had left, he handed the pair of bells to Yu Zhao and said with bright eyes: “This is a real treasure. Fei Hong really took a big loss this time, hahaha.”

Just thinking about Ancestor Fei Hong’s face earlier made him want to laugh.

Yu Zhao took the two bells and at once left her own Divine Sense mark on them.

The information inside the bells quickly flowed into her Sea of Consciousness.

This pair of bells was called the Soul Summoning Bells. When driven by Soul Force, they could confuse a person’s heart and disturb their mind.

Worn on the body, they could also serve as a warning.

Besides that, they had one more special ability: message transmission.

Even if two people were separated by tens of millions of li, they could talk freely through the bells without any barrier, and they could also learn the location of the other bell.