Chapter 354: Carving
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In the Imperial City, the Yue Family was considered by the city's inhabitants to be the most mysterious clan. They kept a low profile, and even the younger generation rarely heard tales of the Yue Family's glory. Only occasionally would they hear warnings from their elders: do not offend the Yue Family.
To the east of the Imperial City lay a mountain forest, with lush peaks and verdant greenery. Nestled among these mountains were palaces and courtyards—this was precisely where the Yue Family resided.
At that moment, within a bamboo grove on the Yue Family estate, two figures were playing chess. One of them had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his bearing spirited and majestic. The other appeared somewhat older, with white hair marking the passage of years, yet his gaze was sharp and penetrating.
"Father, Meng He has been a bit unsettled lately," the spirited middle-aged man said as he placed a piece down.
The white-haired old man did not speak, his eyes fixed on the chessboard as he hesitated over his move. After a moment, he finally set down a piece and said, "Though the piece is outside the game, it can still influence the board."
The spirited middle-aged man pondered for a moment, his own piece hovering in his hand, reluctant to fall. "Should we let her be, or... extinguish it?"
With that, he placed his piece.
"Let her have her way. As long as she doesn't go too far... Have you seen that child?" The old man lifted his head, a hint of desolation in his eyes, and asked.
The middle-aged man nodded. "His talent is no less than Lin Hai's. If properly nurtured, he would be a terrifying genius."
"What a tangled fate," the old man sighed. A figure appeared in his mind—a young, reckless silhouette.
"And how is Tian Chen?" the old man asked again.
This time, the spirited man shook his head slightly, offering only two words: "Not good enough."
"Let him be. Don't restrain him too much," the old man said, shaking his head as well.
"Father, what about that side?" the spirited man inquired.
The old man was silent for a moment, then stood up, his gaze fixed on the distance. "The ten-year deadline is approaching. Have Tian Ming return. Also, when Tian Ming dominates the Imperial City, propose the marriage!"
With that, the old man turned and left. Hearing his words, a sharp glint flashed in the spirited man's eyes, and he nodded silently. Now, with the Imperial City in a state of flux, it was indeed time for Tian Ming to return.
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Within the Peach Blossom Forest, Lin Feng pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out who he might be connected to.
"Teacher, you've helped me again," Lin Feng said to Yan Yu Pingsheng. It seemed he owed Yan Yu Pingsheng several favors.
"I didn't help you. I simply promised someone that at the Heavenly One Academy, nothing would happen to you." Yan Yu Pingsheng shook his head slightly, causing Lin Feng's gaze to freeze.
"Who?" Lin Feng asked.
"Let me take you somewhere instead." Yan Yu Pingsheng looked up, a questioning expression on his face. Lin Feng nodded, and then saw Yan Yu Pingsheng put away his guqin. With a slight tremor of his body, he stepped into the void.
"So fast." Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He stomped the ground, gathering his true essence, and his body shot forward like an arrow, chasing after the direction Yan Yu Pingsheng had gone.
Two figures, one after the other, traversed through the void.
Those in the Qi Martial Realm could leap a hundred meters high. Those in the Spirit Martial Realm, at higher levels, could ascend a thousand meters with a single breath and even tread the air briefly. As for Mysterious Martial Realm experts, as long as they had enough true essence to sustain them, they could walk through the air. However, lower-level Mysterious Martial Realm cultivators couldn't maintain this for long, as it constantly consumed their true essence, especially at extremely high speeds.
Yet Lin Feng saw Yan Yu Pingsheng ahead, hands clasped behind his back, moving at an inconceivable speed, flying through the air.
Yan Yu Pingsheng had already achieved true aerial flight. True martial arts masters could soar through the heavens and earth, destroy mountains and rivers—this was no empty boast.
Lin Feng chased with all his might. Yan Yu Pingsheng seemed to be deliberately testing him, pushing him to his limits.
At this moment, beneath Lin Feng's feet, the Yang Fire True Essence burned fiercely, like wheels of wind and fire, propelling him forward. At the same, sunlight fell upon Lin Feng, continuously absorbed by the Yang Fire on his body. True essence power flickered endlessly on Lin Feng, seemingly inexhaustible, allowing him to keep pace with Yan Yu Pingsheng.
But only Lin Feng himself knew how exhausting this was.
Lin Feng didn't know how long had passed before Yan Yu Pingsheng's speed finally slowed. A voice emerged from his mouth: "We've arrived. Let's descend."
With that, Yan Yu Pingsheng's body swooped downward.
Lin Feng looked down and saw a beautiful palace below, surrounded by towering halls. His heart jolted violently.
The Imperial Palace. The place Yan Yu Pingsheng had brought him to was the Imperial Palace!
Lin Feng followed Yan Yu Pingsheng as they landed on the ground. He felt a wave of exhaustion. Flying through the air—it felt amazing, but it was too draining, leaving Lin Feng feeling somewhat inadequate.
He carefully surveyed his surroundings. Before them lay what seemed to be a beautiful mountain villa. Within the Imperial Palace, there were not only majestic halls but also rivers, lakes, bamboo groves, and mountain peaks—as if it were a small world. The place Lin Feng was in was exceptionally elegant, not imposing or grand, but pleasing to the eye.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. He could clearly sense many eyes watching him from the shadows. The security was tight.
But Lin Feng quickly relaxed. This was the inner palace of the Imperial Palace, after all.
"Let's go in." Yan Yu Pingsheng stepped forward, strolling casually through the estate, crossing stone bridges and long corridors, as if he were very familiar with the place.
"It seems Teacher's identity is no simple matter either."
Lin Feng looked at Yan Yu Pingsheng's back and thought to himself.
After a while, Lin Feng and the others arrived outside an elegant stream forest. Ahead, some figures finally appeared. Many people were trying to enter the depths of the stream forest, but two female figures blocked their way, not letting anyone through. The young men had no choice but to linger outside.
At this moment, they also noticed Yan Yu Pingsheng and Lin Feng, their eyes freezing.
"Senior Yan Yu, can you take me into the stream forest?" someone pleaded with Yan Yu Pingsheng. But Yan Yu Pingsheng gently shook his head. "If she wishes to see you, she will naturally meet you."
With that, Yan Yu Pingsheng led Lin Feng deeper into the stream forest. This scene made the crowd's gazes freeze. Someone shouted, "Then why can he go in?"
"Because the person inside will surely want to see him."
Yan Yu Pingsheng replied calmly. As these words fell, Lin Feng clearly felt a chill on his back.
Stepping into the depths of the stream forest, Lin Feng found that three sides were mountain rock walls, smooth as mirrors. On the ground were trees and a stream. Here, mountains, water, grass, and trees were all gathered in one place.
Following the gurgling stream, Lin Feng saw a graceful figure standing before the rock wall, as if carving something. Perhaps because she was too focused, she didn't notice Yan Yu Pingsheng and Lin Feng's arrival at all.
Yan Yu Pingsheng smiled and nodded at Lin Feng, then turned and left, leaving Lin Feng behind. But he didn't need to say anything—Lin Feng already understood.
When he saw that this place was the Imperial Palace, Lin Feng had already guessed. In the Imperial Palace, only she would care about him. The one who had asked Yan Yu Pingsheng to protect him was naturally her.
Lin Feng lifted his steps, making no sound, and slowly walked toward the graceful figure. When he drew near, Lin Feng saw the pattern she was carving on the rock wall. His heart trembled slightly.
"It's still not right. It lacks spirit," a gentle voice came out. Then she raised her delicate hand, intending to erase the carved pattern.
"Am I really that handsome?"
The sudden voice made her hand freeze in mid-air. Turning around, she saw Lin Feng's figure, and her face instantly flushed with shyness.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, examined the pattern on the wall. It depicted a spirited and dashing young man with long hair flying in the wind, capturing the youth's unruliness and abandon. Who else could it be but Lin Feng?
"Lin Feng, how did you get here?" Duan Xinye asked. She had never expected Lin Feng to appear suddenly. It was unexpected, and also a pleasant surprise.
"Teacher Yan Yu brought me here," Lin Feng replied. Yan Yu Pingsheng had deliberately brought him here, and the meaning was clear. Lin Feng still didn't know the relationship between Yan Yu Pingsheng and Duan Xinye.
"Oh, that explains it." Duan Xinye murmured to herself. She also knew Yan Yu Pingsheng; he was trying to create an opportunity for her.
"Xinye, you and Teacher Yan Yu?" Lin Feng asked curiously.
"He is my teacher. My guqin skills were taught by him," Duan Xinye answered, putting Lin Feng at ease. No wonder Yan Yu Pingsheng could freely enter the Imperial Palace. As the teacher of a princess, Yan Yu Pingsheng's status was certainly not low.
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