Inexplicably, Lin Yong felt somewhat cheerful.
Furthermore, piecing together recent information about Yin Yang Sect and Qingming Palace, Lin Yong faintly speculated on something.
"Could it be, Jiang Yang and Ning Su..."
Lin Yong was deep in contemplation when a crimson light abruptly streaked across from above, landing in the field and revealing two figures.
Leading was Wei Qingyun of the Red Sun Sect, holding a wine gourd with a noticeable amount of alcohol scent about him.
"Boss Wei, you seem to have arrived quite late, haven’t you?" Cao Yuanzheng slightly furrowed his brow, showing some displeasure in his expression.
He was hosting the Fierce Moon Selection, and Wei Qingyun had carelessly arrived so tardily; the other factions here to watch definitely noticed, which has surely dented the Fire God Alliance’s prestige!
Wei Qingyun, however, casually laughed it off: "Haha, when you meet a kindred soul over drinks, a thousand cups isn’t enough. I just happened to drink a few more with an agreeable drinking buddy; sorry about that, everyone."
Cao Yuanzheng, Lin Yong, and the others then looked behind Wei Qingyun, only to see a small, unkempt old man with graying hair.
He appeared much older than Cao Yuanzheng, similarly reeking of alcohol.
"This...?" In the southern audience seats, Su Yuan was somewhat stunned upon witnessing this scene, "Teacher?"
Luo Bingtong was also slightly surprised, looking towards the northern high platform.
The old man beside Wei Qingyun turned out to be Yang Yifeng, who had gone to the tavern earlier.
Drinking and drinking, actually drinking together with the Boss of the Red Sun Sect?
And now, even following him to the VIP seats on the northern high platform?
It’s absolutely ludicrous!
Su Yuan felt both amused and helpless, though his gaze grew slightly solemn, becoming a bit more alert.
Although he didn’t know what was happening, if his teacher was caught off guard, it would be trouble.
However, his teacher was not someone who acted recklessly; he wouldn’t have gone if he wasn’t confident.
Cao Yuanzheng scrutinized Yang Yifeng, but couldn’t discern anything. There seemed to be a slight Star Power fluctuation within the latter, but it was utterly weak, not like someone skilled.
Cao Yuanzheng asked, "Boss Wei, who is this gentleman?"
Yang Yifeng quickly replied, "Greetings, alliance leaders and bosses, I’m just humble old Zheng Chusheng."
Wei Qingyun laughed heartily: "Old Zheng got along with me very well; we hit it off at first sight. It happens he also wanted to watch the Fierce Moon Selection, so I brought him along."
Cao Yuanzheng, Lin Yong, and the others furrowed their brows slightly, examining Yang Yifeng closely.
They saw that his aura was lethargic and frail; though possessing some Star Power, it was exceptionally weak, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary elderly cultivator.
"Could he really be an ordinary person?" they wondered internally.
Still, considering it was Wei Qingyun, it wasn’t surprising; he could drink and chat all night with those of the lower three levels...
Zhou Yi shook his Water and Fire Treasure Fan with a laugh: "Boss Wei, as the boss of the Red Sun Sect, don’t let yourself be deceived by any Jianghu charlatans, or the joke will be on you..."
Wei Qingyun’s expression was indifferent as he casually replied with a smile: "No need to worry, Master Zhou. Old Zheng, come, let’s continue drinking over there!"
"Haha, sure~"
Wei Qingyun took Yang Yifeng to a corner where they resumed their drinking and hearty conversation.
Cao Yuanzheng and the others frowned but said no more.
Just as their attention was focused on Yang Yifeng, murmurs suddenly erupted from the audience seats.
"That person is truly formidable; even the Yin Yang Sect experts can’t withstand him!"
In the Competition Space, cold air surged, and Teng Jinghua, wielding an Ice Cold Long Sword, had confronted an expert from the Yin Yang Sect.
The two exchanged blows, and Teng Jinghua’s close-quarter combat left the opponent in a miserably awkward situation.
"Yin Needle Burst!"
The Yin Yang Sect expert extended his left hand, causing Water Element to surge explosively and, in an instant, unleash a myriad of all-pervasive Yin Water Cotton Needles!
Yet Teng Jinghua, with acute perception and quick reflexes, swiftly drew back while raising a hand to form a layer of solid ice.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
All the incoming Yin Water Cotton Needles were corroded by the cold before even coming close, ultimately solidifying on the ice wall.
"Block?"
The Yin Yang Sect expert sneered; he intended to force the opponent into a defensive retreat, thus executing the Absolute Killing Sword Technique!
He held the longsword horizontally, as the sword’s water light converged towards the tip, creating an intensely sharp sensation.
It was precisely the renowned sword move of the Yin Yang Sect—Dripping Water Penetrates Stone!
But Teng Jinghua didn’t even give him a moment; with a tap of his left hand, the defensive solid ice before him surged forward to strike the Yin Yang Sect expert.
The Yin Yang Sect expert sneered, hastening his charge to pierce through the ice and the advancing Teng Jinghua simultaneously!
"Dripping Water..."
"Boom!" In mid-air, the ice suddenly exploded, countless ice crystals bursting out to strike the Yin Yang Sect expert abruptly.
"Ah!!"
While charging, the Yin Yang Sect expert cried out in agony, even his left eye was shattered.
In the blink of an eye, Teng Jinghua, wielding his sword, leaped in for the kill.
The Yin Yang Sect expert, with only his right eye open, hurriedly swung his sword to block, yet was knocked back by a powerful strike!
"Pfft!"
The Yin Yang Sect expert spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face ashen, gritting his teeth, and hastily flipping his hand to extract a talisman to escape.
However, at this moment, fragments of ice on his arm suddenly spread again, freezing it up to the segment.
"Huh??" The Yin Yang Sect expert’s expression froze.
Then, with a "boom!" the ice burst exploded once again, severing the expert’s left hand holding the detachment talisman!
In the next moment, snow and frost surged, and Teng Jinghua, wrapped in icy snow, pierced his sword through the expert’s chest amidst his shocked eyes!