Chapter 75: Yaoyao Has Been Captured
“Putting on an act!”
Yaoyao missed, her heart filled with anger. Her powerful Spiritual Sense directly crushed over.
The old man on the futon remained as still as a mountain. A Heavenly Spiritual Sense, like a surging divine sense, erupted from within him.
The two terrifying Spiritual Senses collided head-on like sharp points against a hide, instantly stirring up visible shockwaves that spread outwards. The stone walls of the chamber trembled, and cracks spread like a spiderweb, with gravel falling like raindrops.
The Spiritual Sense of the Shentong Realm itself carried the power to lift immense weight. Their collision naturally affected the real world.
“Mid-stage Shentong Realm Spiritual Sense, are you Ye Donglai?”
Yaoyao retreated after a single blow, her small face revealing a look of uncertain surprise. She inwardly cursed the Cat Owner for being unreliable.
“Indeed, it is this old man!”
The white-haired Ye Donglai slowly stood up from the futon.
“Didn’t you go to the Evergreen Convention?”
Yaoyao asked with confusion.
“I did go, but not entirely. Only a clone went. As for the reason, it was naturally to lure the snake out of its hole. I didn’t expect to actually catch it. Turns out the thief who’s been stealing the Nine Nether Demonic Cats all over the Cultivation World is a Cat Spirit, and its strength has actually reached Mid-stage Demonic Realm. No wonder no one could capture you.”
Ye Donglai eyed Yaoyao with great interest.
“What do you mean stealing? I’m just saving my own people. The Nine Nether Demonic Cat tribe, due to the special nature of their tears, has always been harmed by cultivators like you. It’s time for them to regain their freedom.”
Yaoyao retorted righteously.
“Noble, no need to say more! Unfortunately, you’ve fallen into my hands today. Not only will you be unable to save any of your kin, but you’ll have to die again.”
Ye Donglai’s smile remained undiminished, looking incredibly kind.
“Is that so? I’m very curious how you dare to speak such big words. Our strengths are neck and neck, it’s hard to say who will live and who will die.”
Yaoyao smiled noncommittally.
“Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough.”
Ye Donglai’s smile grew even brighter. With a thought, a purple feather appeared before him.
This feather was forged as if from iron, its surface gleaming, reflecting a hazy halo, as if purple flames were burning. The moment it appeared, the world immediately fell silent, and a pressure as heavy as a world-shattering collapse poured down from above.
“Bang!”
Yaoyao had no room to resist. She was instantly pressed to the ground.
Yaoyao, enraged, prepared to unleash her Spiritual Sense to resist. However, she was horrified to discover that the pressure from above was like a vast ocean, boundless and pervasive. The immense pressure squeezed her so hard that she couldn’t even project her Spiritual Sense out of her body.
“Rumble! Rumble!”
At the same time, deafening thunderous roars came from the sky, as if Heaven itself was angered.
Yaoyao felt a strong sense of crisis. She gave up on using her Spiritual Sense and desperately struggled, but still couldn’t move a finger.
‘I can’t break free! I absolutely can’t break free! What is this thing emitting such pressure? It’s actually this strong!’
Fear began to spread in Yaoyao’s heart, as this was beyond her comprehension.
Meanwhile, Ye Donglai walked forward as if nothing had happened, a playful smile on his face: “Stop struggling. This is a Heavenly Tribulation. Let alone you, even cultivators in the Heavenly Punishment Realm cannot resist it.”
‘This is impossible. Why can a mere ‘mortal’ like him use Heavenly Tribulation?’
Yaoyao thought with uncertain surprise.
“Looking at your expression, you must be very confused, right? This old man will let you die with clarity!”
Ye Donglai looked at the feather in front of him and explained: “This is the feather of a ferocious beast from the Heavenly Punishment Realm. When it appears exposed like this, it naturally attracts a Heavenly Tribulation. So, what you are enduring now is a well-deserved Heavenly Might!”
Yaoyao’s brow relaxed slightly, but she still couldn’t quite figure out why the old man in front of her wasn’t affected at all.
“As for me! This old man has collected a bit of ‘Heaven-Concealing Water’ in order to be able to survive tribulations in the future. Just dilute that stuff with water and sprinkle it on your body, and you can immediately evade the eyes of the Heavenly Dao. This is why I wasn’t affected.”
Ye Donglai, confident of victory, revealed everything.
“Rumble! Rumble! Crackle!”
At this moment, the thunderous roars from the sky became louder and louder, causing pain to the eardrums.
Yaoyao sensed imminent disaster, and her small body began to tremble involuntarily.
Ye Donglai bent down and grabbed Yaoyao by the neck, lifting the Cat Girl from the ground: “Don’t be afraid! This old man won’t kill you right away. This time, I’ve even brought out my ultimate treasure to deal with you, so you might as well die with some value.”
After saying this, Ye Donglai put away the purple feather in front of him. The pressure in heaven and earth gradually dissipated, and the thunderous sounds grew smaller and smaller.
Yaoyao regained her freedom, but due to the suppression of the Heavenly Might, she was extremely weak and had no ability to resist.
“Now tell this old man, where have you hidden the Nine Nether Demonic Cats you stole from the major sects?”
Ye Donglai immediately questioned her, holding her like a mere object.
Yaoyao weakly turned her head, a look of determination on her small face. Even if she died, she would not betray her people.
“Not talking? It doesn’t matter, this old man is bored anyway, and has plenty of time to waste with you.”
Ye Donglai wore a malicious smile.
… … …
Qi Huang was a little worried about Yaoyao, but she hadn’t heard anything from the Cat Girl since their last communication.
“Never mind, Ye Donglai is still in Yongning Prefecture anyway, so there shouldn’t be any big problems.”
Qi Huang comforted herself, after all, Yaoyao always acted as she pleased.
The next day, the first match of the fourth round began as scheduled. Because one of the participants was the Sixth Princess Lin Ran, all the remaining Immortal Sects came to observe the match.
Lin Ran’s performance was as outstanding as ever. Although her cultivation level was only Huashen Realm Layer 2, relying on her robust physique, she forcefully swept away opponents with higher cultivation levels, once again achieving the feat of one person supporting an entire sect.
Although this match was exciting, everyone knew it was just an appetizer. Tomorrow’s match between Qi Huang and Lü Er would be the focal point of this round. Whether they would fight to the death was the main topic of discussion.
As for the parties involved, Qi Huang and Lü Er both appeared calm, as each believed they had a sure path to victory.
The Shi Xin Sect, however, was as anxious as ants on a hot pan. With only one day left, if they could not find the Shentong Realm Body Protection Talisman, they could only pin their hopes on Lü Er defeating Qi Huang.
The next morning, the Immortal Alliance branch hall became lively. The disciples of various Immortal Sects arrived early, eager to witness this earth-shattering battle. Even outside the branch hall walls, tens of thousands of mortals stood, using ladders to peer inside, showing how influential this match was.
Shortly after, Qi Huang arrived at the venue with the members of the HongHua Sect. The crowd automatically parted, as if welcoming a highly esteemed female general.
Qi Huang felt no pressure and naturally enjoyed being the focus of attention.
Shortly after, Lü Er also arrived at the venue. The spectators’ emotions became even more excited, and they eagerly discussed what form this match would take.
… … …
“I don’t know what you’re all so excited about. I think not only will they not fight to the death, but they’ll also be showing off their affection.”
“You mean Lü Er won’t be able to make a move?”
“Of course. This kid’s lust has long been exposed. Facing such a delicate and beautiful young lady, if I can’t bring myself to do it, how could he?”
“I think so too.”
… … …
Among the spectators, seventy percent felt that the two would be all talk and no action, and would never fight to the death, primarily because Lü Er was too lustful.
As for the remaining thirty percent who believed they would fight to the death, they were also analyzing the outcome: would Lü Er, with his Immortal bloodline, secure a victory without suspense, or would Qi Huang, who had risen unexpectedly, break the iron rule of bloodline circles? Of course, the majority supported the former, not only rationally but also emotionally, as no one wished for a person with a low-ranking bloodline to sweep the Evergreen Convention.
Under everyone’s expectant gaze, the time for the match finally arrived.
“Next, please welcome competitor number three and competitor number four to the stage for their match,” announced a disciple of the Immortal Alliance on the arena.
