C14 The Pill Given to Him at Midnight!

Arrogance taken to the extreme!

Audacity pushed to its limit!

Feng Yi stood there, ice-cold, his piercing gaze like a shard of ice, making onlookers feel as though they had plunged into an icy abyss.

For a moment, the arena fell silent, as if Feng Yi's presence had subdued the crowd.

"Feng Yi, you may step down now to rest and tend to your injuries. Your matches for today are concluded with you undefeated in all five bouts," Elder Xu's voice reached both Feng Yi and the audience.

Yet Feng Yi's brow furrowed, and he turned to address Elder Xu with a respectful fist salute, "Elder, I require no rest. Moreover, taking a break now might be unfair to my fellow Senior Brothers."

"You... Very well, if that is your wish, then so be it!"

Elder Xu dropped the subject and announced to the disciples below, "On the seventh arena, Feng Yi claims his third consecutive victory!"

Like a star ascending, Feng Yi radiated a captivating brilliance, becoming the center of discussion among the many disciples.

Still, there were those eager to seize an opportunity, especially now that Feng Yi was wounded. It seemed like the perfect moment to defeat him.

"I'll take him on!"

A low growl echoed as a figure dashed onto the stage.

Clad in a white robe, he was an Inner Sect disciple whose cultivation had reached the Seventh Level of the Qi Condensation Stage.

"Senior Brother, I welcome your guidance!"

Feng Yi's voice barely faded before his form vanished. The disciple tensed, summoning his Flying Sword to encircle himself defensively.

Should Feng Yi attack, he risked being sliced by the sword.

Alas, the disciple's hopeful strategy was met with a harsh reality.

Just when he thought himself unbeatable, Feng Yi's palm swept past the Flying Sword and struck his ankle with precision.

Crack!

The unmistakable sound of snapping bone filled the air as the disciple's ankle was shattered by Feng Yi's blow.

"Ah!"

Clang!

A piercing scream erupted as the disciple clutched his leg, collapsing to the ground, his Flying Sword clattering beside him.

"Feng Yi — Four consecutive victories!"

Elder Xu called out with a commanding voice, sweeping his hand through the air. The disciple who had been lying on the ground was lifted by an immense force and set down outside the ring, where he was caught by onlookers.

Having bested his opponent, Feng Yi maintained his icy demeanor as he scanned the crowd around the ring, awaiting the next challenger.

Suddenly, a rotund figure with a beaming smile appeared before Feng Yi.

"I'm up for the challenge!"

The newcomer, Fatty Hong, announced as he blinked rapidly at Feng Yi. Seeing the lull in the action, he had eagerly jumped into the fray.

"Feng Yi, please go easy on me."

"You—"

Feng Yi barely got a word out before—

"Ah!"

Fatty Hong was sent flying backward, screaming in agony as he tumbled out of the ring.

Even as he fell, Fatty Hong managed to roll several times, standing up dust-covered and bowing respectfully to Feng Yi from below the stage.

"Senior Brother Feng Yi is truly formidable. I concede," he declared.

A chorus of jeers erupted from the crowd, with many disciples flipping the bird at Fatty Hong. His antics, however, had brought the crowd to life.

"Feng Yi—five wins in a row!"

Elder Xu announced, his face breaking into a grin.

With a light spring in his step, Feng Yi descended from the stage, radiating an aura of chill that seemed to ward off approach. The disciples parted ways, clearing a path for him.

"Feng Yi, when did you secretly get so strong? Your palm and footwork are to die for. You've got to teach me some of those moves sometime, let me have my moment of glory," Fatty Hong said, undeterred by the others as he sidled up to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi gave Fatty Hong a look that mixed amusement with resignation and replied softly, "Honestly, I don't even know what to say to you. Better to watch the other Senior Brothers' matches."

The area was alive with shouts and applause as several disciples achieved their fifth consecutive victory, gearing up for the next day's contests.

Ultimately, from the tens of thousands of competitors, more than two hundred Outer Sect Disciples and twenty Inner Sect Disciples emerged victorious.

Feng Yi didn't step foot outside his cave dwelling that night, but as midnight approached, the sound of footsteps echoed at the entrance of his abode.

Feng Yi's cultivation had reached Level Seven of the Qi Condensation Stage, sharpening his senses considerably. Hearing a disturbance outside, he called out, "Who's there?"

"Junior Brother Feng Yi, it's me, Ye Qingcheng!" A gentle voice drifted from outside the cave.

"Ms. Fairy!" Feng Yi called out, transforming into a blur of green as he swiftly made his way to the cave entrance.

"Ms. Fairy, what brings you here?" Feng Yi's face lit up with excitement, his eyes brimming with admiration.

Ye Qingcheng smiled warmly and said, "I brought you this. After seeing you get hurt in today's contest, I thought this Healing Pill might aid in your recovery." She handed a porcelain bottle containing the Healing Pill to Feng Yi.

Without hesitation, Feng Yi accepted the bottle and tucked it away, trusting Ms. Fairy implicitly.

"Ms. Fairy!" he exclaimed, suddenly at a loss for words, which left him feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Feng Yi, congratulations on making it into the top 200 of the Outer Sect. Keep pushing forward. If you break into the top 100, you'll be promoted to the Inner Sect. Once you're an Inner Sect Disciple, you'll gain access to the Profound Heaven Sect's advanced Dao Arts," Ye Qingcheng said, her laughter softening the moment.

"Rest assured, Ms. Fairy, I'm determined to make it into the top 100 and become an Inner Sect Disciple," Feng Yi declared confidently.

"Now, you should go back and heal. Take the pill and circulate its power through your body for seven complete cycles. Your injuries should fully heal," Ye Qingcheng advised, then turned to leave.

"Ms. Fairy, with the moon so enchanting tonight, perhaps we could enjoy its beauty together?" Feng Yi suggested impulsively, but immediately regretted his forwardness, his face flushing with a guilty expression as if he had been too bold.

Catching Feng Yi's flustered look, Ye Qingcheng's smile turned mischievous. "Moonlight? Take another look; where's the moonlight tonight?"

Feng Yi glanced upwards and, as expected, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds—no moon in sight.

I despise the moon!

He silently cursed to himself, his face awash with embarrassment.

"You see, after so many years apart, I just wanted to catch up with you, Ms. Fairy. If you're busy, please don't let me keep you. I wouldn't want to impose."

Hearing herself referred to as 'Ms. Fairy,' Ye Qingcheng felt a tenderness stir within her, and her departing steps halted.

"Alright then, let's 'admire the moon' as we talk," she agreed.

Ye Qingcheng's smile was captivating, leaving Feng Yi utterly enchanted.

"Feng Yi, I'm not sure if guiding you on the path to immortality was the right choice. You must understand, once you've embarked on this journey, it's as vast as the ocean. It's still possible for you to turn back," she mused, her gaze lost in the cloud-filled void.

But Feng Yi's resolve was unshakable. "Ms. Fairy, my aspiration is to attain immortality, to be by your side for all my days, through any catastrophe, even if the heavens crumble and the earth splits asunder."

Moved by his earnest declaration, Ye Qingcheng's gaze softened as she looked at him. "You're still so innocent. Well, it's late. We should head back and get some rest."

With those final words, Ye Qingcheng lightly stepped into the air and soared away. Feng Yi remained transfixed until her silhouette had vanished completely.

"Ms. Fairy, rest assured, as long as I live, I will always be by your side."