C19 The Two of You Are too Tight!

Two cries of alarm reached Feng Yi's ears, stirring something within him. He immediately heard a series of shrill whooshing sounds.

Feng Yi, who had believed himself victorious, was caught off guard when Tian Ji's Flying Sword continued its relentless assault, aiming straight for his body.

"Not good!"

With a low growl, Feng Yi slammed his palms into the ground. The tremendous force of the impact propelled his body several yards away.

Yet, even with such effort, a wry smile crept onto Feng Yi's face as he remained within the Flying Sword's striking distance.

"Have I been defeated?"

A look of dejection washed over Feng Yi. Under the Flying Sword's onslaught, he realized that even if he survived, he would likely sustain grave injuries.

Overwhelmed by his sense of defeat, Feng Yi's concentration wavered, and he too passed out.

In the blink of an eye, just as the swarm of Flying Swords was about to impale Feng Yi, Elder Xu intervened. With a swift motion, he reached out and grasped the swords in midair.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A formidable power instantly seized the swords, clumping them together before Elder Xu whisked them away.

"This match ends in a draw!"

Elder Xu's gaze remained undisturbed, his voice utterly composed.

The outcome surprised the onlookers, yet it was deemed fair.

In that moment, the disciples' respect for Feng Yi deepened. His determination was unwavering, and he was unflinchingly harsh on himself, preferring to risk his own legs rather than concede defeat to Tian Ji.

"Prepare for the next match. These two will advance directly to the top fifty."

Elder Xu declared, then scooped up Feng Yi and Tian Ji from the blood-soaked ground. With a series of swift jumps, he vanished from sight.

Watching Elder Xu escort the pair away, Fatty Hong lost interest in the ongoing matches. He quickly followed, intent on assessing Feng Yi's condition.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, one person's anxious expression eased. It was none other than Feng Yi's Ms Fairy, Ye Qingcheng.

The earlier exclamations had come from Fatty Hong and Ye Qingcheng. As Ye Qingcheng witnessed the Flying Sword hurtling towards Feng Yi, her heart leapt to her throat. Had Wen Tianjiao not held her back, she might have dashed into the fray herself.

Seeing Elder Xu step in, she finally felt a sense of relief. Yet, a faint trace of concern lingered in her expression.

"Senior Sister Qingcheng, are you..."

Wen Tianjiao, standing nearby, looked puzzled as she gazed at Ye Qingcheng, whose face was tinged with a hint of sadness, and called out gently.

Ye Qingcheng realized she had let her emotions show. She quickly smiled and reassured her, "I'm alright, don't worry. It's just that I happened to meet Feng Yi a few years back."

Upon learning that Ye Qingcheng had known Feng Yi for years, Wen Tianjiao's curiosity was piqued. She grasped Ye Qingcheng's hand eagerly and pressed, "Senior Sister Qingcheng, please tell me, how did you two meet?"

With a charming smile, Ye Qingcheng playfully tapped Wen Tianjiao's forehead, teasing, "You're such a busybody. Actually, Feng Yi was able to join the Profound Heaven Sect thanks to a word from me."

Ye Qingcheng then briefly recounted the story of how she had rescued Feng Yi, which brought a smile to Wen Tianjiao's face.

"I never imagined Senior Sister Qingcheng and Junior Brother Feng Yi shared such a connection. It's no wonder you're so concerned about him," Wen Tianjiao remarked, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she smiled at Ye Qingcheng.

Seeing Wen Tianjiao's expression, Ye Qingcheng knew she was up to no good and quickly cautioned her, "In my eyes, Junior Brother Feng Yi is like a younger brother, nothing more. Don't read too much into it.

Instead of speculating, you should focus on how to capture Senior Brother Yun's affection."

With that, Ye Qingcheng's face broke into a playful grin, while Wen Tianjiao blushed with embarrassment.

"Senior Sister, with so many after Senior Brother Yun, you really must give me some advice," Wen Tianjiao implored, clinging to Ye Qingcheng's arm and pouting in a way that was irresistibly endearing.

"That's something you'll have to figure out on your own; I'm at a loss there!"

Ye Qingcheng, ever the ascetic, was hardly an expert in matters of the heart and could only gently deflect.

"Hmph, playing favorites, aren't we? You're so attentive to Feng Yi, yet you can't spare a thought for me," Wen Tianjiao huffed, feigning annoyance. Ye Qingcheng could only laugh and shake her head, no match for Wen Tianjiao's talent for charm.

The competition on the stage was in full swing, with the crowd continuously cheering on the participants. After several hours, the top fifty contenders had been determined.

Meanwhile, Feng Yi and Tian Ji, escorted by Elder Xu, arrived at a fragrant location within the Profound Heaven Sect, where an elder was diligently tending to a Pill Furnace, engaged in the art of pill refining.

"Elder Xuanfeng, these two disciples were injured during the competition. Could you please grant them two healing pills to help them recover quickly so they can join the upcoming grand tournament?" Elder Xu requested.

"Curse it, Little Xu, I was finally enjoying some peace, refining pills during the grand tournament, and you just had to come and disturb me!" Elder Xuanfeng grumbled, his brow furrowed in displeasure. Nonetheless, he gestured dismissively and tossed a porcelain bottle toward Elder Xu.

Elder Xu caught it deftly and administered a pill to both Feng Yi and Tian Ji. After massaging them for a short while, the two disciples regained consciousness.

"Feng — Yi!"

"Tian — Ji!"

Tian Ji, barely awake, caught sight of Feng Yi beside him and let out a low growl. He lifted his palm, ready to strike, but Feng Yi was not about to back down. He too prepared his Wind Lightning Palm, aiming it at Tian Ji.

"Enough, you two!" Elder Xu interjected with a cold snort, effortlessly intercepting their attacks. He swiftly tapped several points on their bodies, effectively immobilizing them.

"You certainly don't lack spirit," Elder Xuanfeng remarked sternly. "But if you disrupt my pill refining, you'll regret it!"

Just then, Elder Xuanfeng, still focused on his task, issued a low shout. A vast aura enveloped both disciples and even Elder Xu within its reach.

"Golden Core Stage!" Feng Yi and Tian Ji exclaimed in unison, promptly sealing their lips, not daring to cause any further disturbance.

The presence of an Old Monster at the Golden Core Stage was not to be taken lightly. These were the ranks of the Grand Elders of the Profound Heaven Sect. Provoking such figures could lead to the dire consequences Elder Xuanfeng had warned about.

Hours flew by, and at last, Elder Xuanfeng completed his pill refining. He dusted off his hands and stood, approaching Tian Ji and Feng Yi. A formidable aura burst forth, and an overwhelming pressure bore down on the two disciples, leaving them struggling for breath.

Elder Xuanfeng approached Tian Ji and Feng Yi, his brow furrowing at the sight of their disheveled appearance. "It's merely a sect competition, and yet you two have ended up like this. You're both just too inflexible!" he declared.

No sooner had his words fallen than Elder Xuanfeng lifted his hands, unleashing a powerful surge of Spiritual Force toward the heads of Feng Yi and Tian Ji.

Elder Xu cried out in alarm, "Uncle Master!"

Both Feng Yi and Tian Ji's faces were etched with terror as a sense of impending doom took root in their hearts.

"With you two in the Profound Heaven Sect, disaster is inevitable," Elder Xuanfeng pronounced. "What use is there in keeping you alive? You might as well be dead!"