Chapter 962: My own way!

Until the end, Wei Feng grabbed Shui Zeyu's hair, lifted his head up, and forced him to look at him.

His face was grim, and he gnashed his teeth as he said, "Don't you have a woman you love very much? I tell you, I will definitely get her and make her my woman! I want you to see with your own eyes how I humiliate you even in your grave!"

Wei Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, and the madness in his eyes became more and more intense.

At this moment, the barrier was completely broken open with enough cracks.

Wei Feng suddenly threw Shui Zeyu's body to the ground and rushed towards the gap without looking back. His resentful voice echoed in the increasingly narrow treasure house.

"Shui Zeyu, when I get the inheritance, it will be the end of your Shui family!"

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Ye Tianming sat in the stone chamber. On the stone wall in front of him, light and shadows flowed, replaying everything that happened in the treasure house.

He watched Wei Feng beating Shui Zeyu's body like a madman, listened to his vicious curse, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"I really didn't expect that Wei Feng, a genius of his time, would have such an ugly side." Ye Tianming shook his head, his tone full of sighs and disappointment.

He originally thought that no matter how despicable Wei Feng was, he would not be so cruel to a dead person.

But he was wrong. When people face interests, any disguise will be torn apart, revealing their truest and ugliest side.

He looked at Shui Zeyu, who had been tortured beyond recognition, and felt a pity in his heart.

Thinking back to our previous meeting, Shui Zeyu still looked like a handsome young man.

He was dressed in a moon-white robe, his black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, he had sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, red lips and white teeth, his temperament was as gentle as jade, otherworldly, like a banished immortal, not stained by a trace of dust.

But now, Shui Zeyu's once handsome face was pale and bloodless.

His eyes were closed and his eye sockets were sunken, as if accusing him of the pain and unwillingness before death.

The white robe that he was so proud of was now soaked in blood, like a blooming red spider lily, weird and desolate.

His messy hair was covered with blood clots, covering most of his face, and a few purple scars could be vaguely seen.

His originally upright body now lay twisted on the ground, with his limbs bent at a strange angle, as if silently telling of the atrocities inflicted on him by Wei Feng.

“I never thought that the once favored child of heaven would end up like this!”

Ye Tianming sighed softly.

Shui Zeyu’s death also made him see more clearly the true face of the so-called genius.

Although Wei Feng did not die, in order to escape, he disregarded morality, robbed others of their credit, launched sneak attacks, and did all kinds of despicable things.

Ye Tianming sighed, "Practicing Taoism is really cruel."

He sat cross-legged in the stone chamber, his eyes filled with loneliness.

In pursuit of power and immortality, countless monks have set foot on this thorny road.

But in the end, how many people can get what they want?

More people are just stepping stones for others' growth and eventually die in obscurity.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has been the case since ancient times."

Ye Tianming murmured to himself, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He wants to find a path of his own, a path that leads to the top!

Ye Tianming withdrew his thoughts and looked fixedly at the last two people left in the light curtain, with a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

In the treasure house, Yun Yifei and Lin Mengqi were still making their final struggle. The two of them joined forces and poured out their spiritual power without reservation, trying to shake the indestructible barrier.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the barrier just trembled slightly, causing ripples before returning to normal.

Lin Mengqi's face turned pale, her body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground.

Yun Yifei was quick to support her and asked with concern, "Meng Qi, are you okay?"

Lin Mengqi shook her head, trying to hold back the blood surging in her body, and said with a wry smile: "I'm fine, but this barrier is too strong. With the strength of the two of us, I'm afraid..."

At the end of her speech, her voice became lower and lower, and her tone was full of despair and unwillingness.

Yun Yifei held her hand tightly and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Mengqi, don't worry, we will definitely find a way."

Although he said so, Yun Yifei knew in his heart that with their current strength, it was simply a pipe dream to want to break the barrier by force.

After a moment's silence, Lin Mengqi's gaze fell on the quaint box not far away, which contained the Yin-Yang Heart Pill that could help them break through to a higher level.

"Yifei..." Lin Mengqi's voice trembled a little, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, "If...if it is destined that only one of us can leave here, what will you choose?"

Yun Yifei was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Lin Mengqi to suddenly ask such a question.

He looked at Lin Mengqi, his eyes full of affection, and said softly: "Silly, what nonsense are you talking about? We will definitely leave here together."

“But…” Lin Mengqi bit her lip and looked at the Yin Yang Pill. “There is only one of this pill…”

Yun Yifei followed her gaze and instantly understood what she meant.

The Yin-Yang Pill, after being taken, can merge the cultivation of two people into one. The person who takes the Yang Pill will see his cultivation skyrocket, while the other person will become a useless person and die here because he sacrificed all his cultivation by taking the Yin Pill.

"You want to..." Yun Yifei's face turned a little ugly. He held Lin Mengqi's hand tightly and suddenly stopped talking.

Yun Yifei's eyes were so gentle that they seemed to be able to squeeze out honey.

He lowered his head slightly, resting his forehead against Lin Mengqi's forehead, and spoke in a gentle tone like a whisper between lovers: "Mengqi, what pill do you want to take?"

Lin Mengqi's eyes were slightly red, and her heart was bitter: "Yifei, I... I am willing to give everything for you, including my life. I only hope that you can live well and carry on with my hope..."

A hint of joy and excitement flashed across Yun Yifei's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

His tone became even gentler.

"Meng Qi, why do you think so? I would rather die here than let you get hurt in the slightest."

Yun Yifei's words were like a warm current, and Lin Mengqi's voice was choked with sobs.

"But...if we don't take this pill, we will all die here."

She raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes, "If we are gone, what's the point?"

Lin Mengqi's tone was firm and resolute. She loved Yun Yifei so much that she was willing to give up everything for him, even her own life.

In her opinion, as long as Yun Yifei is alive, it is more important than anything else.

Yun Yifei was silent. He closed his eyes, as if he was enduring great pain. After a long time, he opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Meng Qi, are you really... willing to do this for me?"