10.Yang Yiyi

"Flying treasure!"

As Ye Changkong looked at the spiritual light rainbow in the sky, his expression became solemn.

For a martial artist to be able to manipulate a flying treasure, they must first have broken through the seventh meridian, the Controlling Spirit Meridian, of the nine major meridians of martial artists.

This meant that the person in the sky was at least at the seventh level of the Pulse Condensation Realm.

In an instant, the spiritual light approached Ye Changkong and flew over him.

It was a young woman dressed in green. She had bright eyes, beautiful features, and draped herself with a glowing ribbon that shone brightly like a rainbow in flight, making her look like a fairy.

However, the condition of the green-clad woman seemed to be unstable. Her figure kept swaying and her speed was getting slower and slower. The glass-like radiance on her body became increasingly dim as well.

"It's fortunate that she's not here to kill me." Ye Changkong breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw several faint lights converging in the direction where the girl came from, gradually shining brighter and brighter.

"She must be being chased just like me."

"We can't stay here for long. Let's leave quickly."

The arrival of those people would lead to a huge battle. Ye Changkong's low cultivation and serious injuries meant even minor involvement could cost him his life.

After finally finding a safe place to rest, he now had no choice but to leave.

However, he had only taken a few steps when the green-clad woman, who was faltering in mid-air like a kite without a string, suddenly fell right in front of him.

Plop!

Blood spurted out of her mouth as she stumbled towards Ye Changkong, begging for help.

"Save me..."

With a sigh, Ye Changkong reluctantly decided to help the girl. He couldn't just let her die in front of him.

He dragged the fragile woman into a nearby small cave and blocked the entrance with a few rocks.

Afterward, he rested and started to heal his wounds using his ancient secret technique that provided powerful regeneration abilities.

The next morning, Ye Changkong observed the girl more carefully.

Her face had some blood on it now, but her breathing was steady, and she would soon wake up.

"Did you save me?" The green-clad girl placed her jade hand on Ye Changkong's shoulder and sat up slowly, glancing at the jade badge hanging from his waist. "Are you also a disciple of the Qingyun Sect?"

Ye Changkong nodded. "Yes, but I'm just an outsider."

"An outsider is not bad." The girl smiled charmingly. "If it weren't for you yesterday, I'd be in big trouble. By the way, my name is Yang Yiyi. You can call me Yiyi. And you?"

Watching the girl's enchanting face and lively smile, Ye Changkong was inevitably charmed by her beauty.

Her sunny and spirited smile was so similar to that of Qing'er, who he met in Luofeng City.

"Hey, isn't it impolite to stare at a girl like that?" Yang Yiyi waved her hand in front of Ye Changkong's face.

"Cough, cough, my name is Ye Changkong," he awkwardly smiled and quickly changed the subject. "By the way, who are they? Why are they chasing you?"

"They're after the opportunity on me." Yang Yiyi was furious. "Half a year ago..."

It turned out that when she was here practicing half a year ago, she found a spiritual pool beside a mountain stream.

The spiritual pool was extremely mysterious. Every two months, it was filled with dense spiritual energy, providing great benefits to martial artists' cultivation.

With the help of this spiritual spring, Yang Yiyi broke through two meridians in succession, entering the eighth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm.

This time, she wanted to use the spiritual spring to break through the ninth meridian.

But for some reason, just as she was about to leave the Qingyun Sect, she was targeted by four people.

Yang Yiyi was smart enough to realize that she was being followed by three men and one woman, so she led them around the Clear Wind Beast Ridge.

After they were discovered, the three men and one woman no longer tried to hide and forcibly demanded to know about the opportunity on her.

As a result, she was hunted down and fled to where she was now.

"I can't understand why they are so sure that I have an opportunity on me." Yang Yiyi complained.

After hearing Yang Yiyi's story, Ye Changkong's mouth curved into a cold smile.

"Their noses are more sensitive than dogs."

"In recent years, how many opportunities have been snatched away and how many people have died at their hands in the Qingyun Sect?"

Without asking the names of those three men and one woman, Ye Changkong already knew who they were.

Initially, those four people were just the most loyal dogs around Chu Yifan, doing the despicable deed of snatching away opportunities.

Now that Chu Yifan had left the Qingyun Sect, they had become the most valued genius disciples of the sect.

"Breaking through a meridian every two months for two consecutive times, unless one has an astonishing talent, it is certain that they have an opportunity. Qin Feiyu, Tang Feng, Luo Xin, and Liu Yan, it's not difficult for them to guess." Ye Changkong sneered, "With them in the Qingyun Sect, ordinary disciples will never have a chance to succeed!"

They were like vampires in the Qingyun Sect, sucking up the blood and sweat of others' hard work.

They were the real parasites of the Qingyun Sect!

"Were you also harmed by them?" Yang Yiyi was surprised by Ye Changkong's appearance.

From Ye Changkong's expression and her personal experience, she had no doubt about Ye Changkong's words.

After several years in the Qingyun Sect, it was the first time she had heard such a ridiculous thing.

"And then what?" Ye Changkong sneered. "In three years, from being a gatekeeper disciple to becoming the most remarkable figure in the sect, do you think it was because of his own opportunities?"

"How could they do this? I used to admire Chu Yifan and idolize him as my role model. How could he be so ruthless, it's simply inhumane!" Yang Yiyi cursed Chu Yifan and his group with the most venomous words she could think of.

"Why doesn't anyone in the sect deal with them?" Yang Yiyi was dissatisfied.

"Do something? They killed those people and there's no evidence left, how could anyone deal with them? You and I are probably the only ones who survived their hands." Ye Changkong laughed, "If there's a chance, I will make them pay!"

As he suppressed the flames of hatred in his chest, Ye Changkong took a deep breath.

"Yeah!" Yang Yiyi nodded forcefully. "For our common goal, I'll take you to find that spiritual pool. With the help of the spiritual spring, I believe you will soon enter the inner sect. When the time comes, we will punish those vile people together."

Yang Yiyi stood up and pulled Ye Changkong's wrist outside the cave. (To be continued...)