# Chapter 166: Dreamlike Destruction
"Arrogant!" Being shown such contempt by a junior, Old Man Fang flew into a rage.
"Uncle Fang, don't waste words with him. Kill him now. If he doesn't die, he will surely kill me in the future!" Feng Baiyi propped himself up with one hand on the ground, his face full of resentment and fear as he shouted.
Old Man Fang let out a cold snort, then suddenly leaped into the air. He reached out his right hand and grabbed straight for Yun Che's throat. One such grab would be enough to snap Yun Che's neck in an instant.
Yun Che prepared to dodge, but as soon as he moved his profound force, an unbearable, excruciating pain tore through his chest. His eyes grew dark. Staring at Old Man Fang's life-taking claw drawing closer and closer, he growled in his heart, "Mo Li, kill him!"
Several months had passed since Mo Li had incinerated the flame dragon and her soul poison had taken effect. The three-month period during which she absolutely could not use profound force had long since passed. By now, Mo Li could use her profound force for very short periods of time... With Mo Li's power, even killing a King Xuan dragon would take but an instant, let alone an Earth Xuan cultivator. Though every time she made a move, her poison would flare up to some degree, under these circumstances, relying on Mo Li's strength was the only way to break the deadlock.
"There's no need for me to make a move!" Mo Li refused outright. "Someone will naturally come to save you."
"Huh?" Yun Che was taken aback. By now, Old Man Fang was less than three yards away. The next second, he would crush Yun Che's throat.
In that instant of crisis, Old Man Fang's murderous eyes suddenly widened to their limit. His body, which had been charging forward at full speed, came to a dead halt. And in his line of sight, a blue light seemed to emerge from the void itself, streaking past his eyes before embedding itself in the soft grass between him and Yun Che.
It was a small, delicate dagger, yet it radiated a dreamlike ice-blue color. That shade of ice blue seemed to instantly drown out all other colors in heaven and earth, making it appear incredibly dreamlike and dazzling.
And if one looked closely, they would find that it wasn't a dagger at all, but a small, blade-shaped piece of ice. Yet after landing, the ice showed no sign of melting. It stood embedded at an angle in the ground, radiating a cold blue light.
Old Man Fang, a cultivator at the Earth Xuan Realm, stared at the blue light on the ground. Fear flickered in his aged eyes, and he instinctively took a step back. The blue light before him was incredibly magnificent, but it stirred a deep dread within his heart. And in the moment before the blue light had fallen, he had clearly felt a chill that penetrated his entire body and pierced straight to his soul. It was this soul-stabbing coldness that had made him stop dead in his tracks, not daring to advance any further.
Yun Che too could clearly feel the astonishing oppressive force radiating from the blue light before him. The tension in his heart had just begun to ease when it was replaced by a stirring excitement... Could it be... could it be...
"Might I ask which senior is here? Please show yourself," Old Man Fang said, taking a deep breath and clasping his hands toward his surroundings. There was a hint of deference in his tone, and he no longer dared to attack Yun Che... He guessed that the person in the shadows was most likely a secret protector of the young man before him, and moreover, their profound force level was at least a full major realm above his own. With such a protector, the young man's background was definitely unusual—perhaps even surpassing his own young master, Feng Baiyi.
The night was silent and deep. After he called out for a long time, there was no response at all.
"Uncle Fang," Feng Baiyi shouted from behind. "I've investigated Yun Che's background. He's just from a small city called New Moon City. Not only does he have no family background, he doesn't even have parents. There's no way he could have any protector! But this man is full of tricks. That blue thing must be some scheme of his. Don't let him bluff you, Uncle Fang. Kill him now! If you don't kill him now, one day, I will die by his hands!"
Feng Baiyi's words made Old Man Fang hesitate. He glanced sideways at Yun Che's expression and saw that after Feng Baiyi finished speaking, a trace of panic clearly appeared on Yun Che's face... Though he hid it well, Old Man Fang's sharp old eyes caught it clearly.
The blue light on the ground still radiated an icy deterrent force, but now that he "knew what was what," Old Man Fang was no longer afraid. His face darkened. "You little brat, daring to toy with an old man like me. Die!"
With that, he swung his arm, bypassing the blue light embedded in the ground, and reached for Yun Che again...
*Ding...*
An extremely faint sound rang out, so soft it was like a fine needle dropping to the ground. And the moment that sound arose, Old Man Fang's body froze in place in a bizarrely unnatural way. His outstretched right hand was less than a foot from Yun Che's throat, yet it was as if an unbridgeable chasm separated them, preventing him from moving even a fraction of an inch forward.
Old Man Fang's eyes bulged wide, his pupils contracting to the size of pinpricks. His mouth gaped open, but he could not make a single sound. And on his body, a cold blue light began to spread slowly, starting from the center of his body and rapidly covering his entire form—spreading to his limbs, his head, the tips of his hair, his clothes...
In the span of two breaths, his entire body was enveloped in an ice-blue glow, transformed into a motionless ice sculpture.
*Whoosh...*
A gentle night breeze blew by, brushing past Yun Che's ear and lightly sweeping across Old Man Fang, who had been turned into an ice sculpture. The old man's body was instantly carried away as a cloud of ice-blue dust, scattering far into the distance—from head to toe, he vanished completely in the blink of an eye. All that remained in the night sky were patches of ever-thinning ice-blue light.
Yun Che stared blankly. His throat moved with difficulty as he swallowed hard. In his entire life, this was the first time he had witnessed such a magnificent, almost breathtakingly beautiful method of killing. But it was also cruel to the extreme. After his death, Old Man Fang didn't even leave a complete corpse—he left behind not a single trace.
Feng Baiyi, standing across from him, slowly collapsed to the ground. His entire body shook violently, his face deathly pale with sheer terror. Suddenly, he let out a shrieking cry, and drawing on some unknown source of strength, he scrambled to his feet and fled desperately, shrieking in fear like a mad dog whose courage had been shattered.
"Trying to run?"
Yun Che wasn't about to let him escape right before his eyes. Without moving his body, he flung both arms, and the Overlord Giant Sword shot through the air with a heavy wind roar. Its thick, dull blade tip effortlessly pierced through Feng Baiyi's body, pinning the fleeing man firmly to the ground.
Yun Che didn't immediately go to retrieve his heavy sword. Instead, he looked around and shouted excitedly, "Little Fairy! Little Fairy, where are you? I know it's you! Come out now!! Little Fairy!"
His shouts met with no response.
Back then, Little Fairy had promised him that after two months, she would protect him for three months. Now, exactly two months had passed since she left. She had returned as promised and saved him from the deadly danger just now.
"Little Fairy, come~ out~ now~! You're back, and you're still playing hide-and-seek with me... I already know it's you! Get out here! At least let me thank you properly..."
"Hey! Little Fairy!"
"..."
After Yun Che called out for a long while, Little Fairy's soft, ethereal voice finally came from the night sky—chilling to the bone: "I only agreed to protect you for three months. I did not agree to meet with you, nor did I agree to comply with anything you ask. Don't waste any more effort."
After that, no matter how much Yun Che shouted or spoke, there was no further reply.
"Sigh... This Little Fairy is really tsundere. She came, but she absolutely refuses to show herself." Yun Che let out a breath and muttered to himself, "Since no matter how much I call, you won't come out, then... hehe... I'll just wait for you to show yourself on your own."
A thought struck him. Yun Che raised an eyebrow and smirked. He stopped calling for Little Fairy, walked over to Feng Baiyi's corpse, pulled the Overlord Giant Sword out of his body, and used his profound force to clean the bloodstains off.
"Why couldn't you just stay home and live your carefree life as a young master? Had to come out and court death." Yun Che sneered disdainfully and removed the Space Ring from Feng Baiyi's finger.
The contents of Feng Baiyi's ring were many and varied: a purple-gold card with eight hundred Purple Mysterious Coins, a copy of the *Azure Dragon Spear Art*, a family-transmitted profound art called *Collapsing Dragon Art*, a bunch of jade and pearls, some medicinal pills, and several sets of his clothes, among other things.
After going through Feng Baiyi's belongings, Yun Che also learned his identity—the son of the General of the West, Suppressing the Frontier.
He and Murong Yi's father—one was General of the West, Suppressing the Frontier; the other was General of the North, Pacifying the Frontier. Their families were well-matched and both commanded military power. No wonder they were family friends across generations.
Yun Che released his Phoenix Flame, burning Feng Baiyi's and Xue Lang's corpses along with all traces left behind. In the glow of the flames, Yun Che sheathed his heavy sword and walked away slowly, but the direction he took was not toward the Cangfeng Mystic Palace—it was toward the northern part of the city.
Feng Baiyi bringing Xue Lang to kill him—there was no way that had nothing to do with Murong Yi.
"Courtesy demands reciprocity... I never allow anyone who wants to kill me to continue existing in this world!"
Yun Che muttered darkly to himself. His internal injuries had not yet healed, making it unsuitable for him to act tonight. But he had just killed Feng Baiyi. The fact that Feng Baiyi had "disappeared" would surely be discovered tomorrow, and who knew how things would develop then. A long night brings many troubles. The sooner the people who deserved to die died, the better... This was also one of his life principles!
Yun Che asked someone at random for the location of the General of the North's Mansion. His figure passed through layer after layer of night. By the time he arrived at the gate of the General of the North's Mansion, he had changed into a set of clothes taken from Feng Baiyi's Space Ring, and even his face had become identical to Feng Baiyi's.
His arrogant eyes and demeanor, as well as his lazy posture, were exactly the same as Feng Baiyi's.
As soon as the guards at the gate of the General of the North's Mansion saw "Feng Baiyi," they hurriedly came forward to greet him. "Young Master Feng, you've come. Have you come to see our young master?" they asked deferentially.
"Mm!" Yun Che answered with his nose in the air, then pointed at one of them. "I'm here so late because I have something very important. You, come inside with me. Don't ask why. Lead the way."
Once inside the General of the North's Mansion, he had no idea which room was Murong Yi's bedchamber, so he had to have a guard lead the way.
"Yes, yes!" The guard dared not refuse. "Young Master Feng, please follow me."