Chapter 13: The Transformation of Mindset

  Rumor has it that Wan Feng picked up the stone, Hu Shuang thought for a moment and sneered: "Since you dared to take action today, you must have thought of a plan. If you are still alive, Shi Yan might protect you."

  "Hmph, but a dead man, who would still risk their life for him? At most, just hand over one of your precious items to him and he won't turn against me in the face of profit. Besides, I'm not necessarily afraid of him, hmph."

  Upon hearing this, Wan Feng's expression changed slightly. Hu Shuang's words were not unreasonable. If he died here, Shi Yan would definitely not seek revenge for him. The relationship between the two of them had indeed not reached that level.

  Just as Wan Feng was deep in thought, he suddenly changed color and looked at Ye Fei with a surprised and uncertain expression. After a long time, his face suddenly turned serious, and he measured Hu Shuang several times.

  "Hu Shuang, you and I don't have to be so desperate. I just escaped from Qian Duan Cliff and don't want to die so soon. At worst, I'll hand over the treasure and send it to you, and we can kill this person together. How about that?" Wan Feng said with a smile, looking at Hu Shuang.

  After a slight hesitation, Hu Shuang nodded slightly and said: "Alright, after all, we have known each other for a long time, and I don't want to hurt you. Since you are willing to hand over the treasure voluntarily, I will spare your life."

  "Leave the task of killing this kid to you, go ahead." As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Shuang raised his hand and beckoned, with a whooshing sound, a grey long spear steadily landed in his hand.

  "Alright, leave it to me." Wan Feng didn't hesitate at all. He charged towards the treasure in the distance and with a whoosh, his silver long spear spun around before hovering above his head.

  "Little one, this can't be helped. I'm also trying to protect my own life. You're going to die." As soon as he finished speaking, his magic power surged, and the silver long spear quivered slightly before shooting towards Ye Fei with a swift slash.

  Seeing this, Ye Fei's face changed, and he hastily recalled the Yuanguang sword, using it to block the silver long spear that was thrusting towards him from mid-air. Meanwhile, Hu Shuang merely smiled faintly, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

  He never intended to let Wan Feng off, but was waiting for the opportunity to reap the benefits. When Ye Fei fell, it was also the moment of Wan Feng's death, and his long gun had already been prepared in his hand.

  Suddenly, the two treasures paused slightly in mid-air and, with a flash of light, actually changed direction, shooting towards Hu Shuang from left and right, their coordination as if they had planned it out beforehand.

  "What?" Seeing this, Hu Shuang was stunned at first, but immediately a fierce expression flashed on his face. With one hand slapping his waist, a blood-red short blade of the primary stage law enforcement instrument flashed out and shot towards the two men's treasures along with the long gun in his hand.

  "Hmm, thanks to the two treasures on my body..." Before he could finish his sentence, Hu's face suddenly changed color. In front of him, a fireball the size of a foot was shooting towards him.

  "What? A massive fireball technique? How is that possible? No, it's a Spirit Symbol!" Hu Shuang shouted in terror. This kind of powerful fireball technique was equivalent to a full-force strike from a ninth-layer Qi Refining cultivator, almost comparable to a casual strike from a Foundation Establishment stage grandmaster.

  Not to mention that the treasure is now gone from his hands, even if he had a long spear in hand, he would still be unable to calmly take this blow.

  Thinking of this, he hastily made a hand seal, and with a whoosh, his feet burst out in a dazzling white light. Immediately after, his body shape retreated wildly to the back, several leaps away, and then escaped four or five zhangs far. And that fireball chased after him like a stubborn flea on the heel.

  "Halt, I'll give the treasure to... Ah!" Hu Shuang's words were cut off by a blood-curdling scream as the fireball struck him with unerring accuracy. A dull thud was followed by a burst of fierce flames.

  But Hu Shuang, who was struggling, rolled around on the ground like a man on fire, and the sound of his miserable cries kept coming out. This kind of spiritual symbol flame is not comparable to ordinary firewood, and it's not something that can be extinguished by simply rolling around on the ground a few times.

  Looking at the struggling Hu Shuang, Ye Fei felt a pang of sympathy in his heart. From young to old, he had never even slaughtered a chicken, let alone watch a living person die before his eyes, and it was even more unbearable that it was someone he had killed with his own hands.

  Murder! What a tremendous impact it would have on a fourteen or fifteen year old boy who had never known the ways of the world?

  "I actually... really killed him? Is this how it ends, just like that?" Ye Fei said somewhat absent-mindedly, his eyes vacant, his mood beginning to shift. His face struggled with a hint of turmoil.

  Seeing this, Wan Feng furrowed his brow and said, "It seems that Ye Fei is indeed a newcomer to the world. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this. He opened his mouth and said, "Young brother, this person is extremely evil and killing him would be a heroic act. Therefore, don't worry too much about it."

  "With a heart full of benevolence, the ones lying on the ground now would probably be our corpses. Moreover, we are not ordinary people, having entered the immortal realm, and killing each other for some treasures and spiritual materials is nothing new. If you don't kill him, then it will be yourself who dies."

  At the words, Ye Fei's eyes flashed with a hint of insight, and after struggling for a moment, he seemed to have understood something. He muttered to himself in a low voice: "You're right, but I can't die, I still have many things to do. You're right, I won't kill him, if I die, it's me who will be trapped by the immortal gate, losing control of my own body.

  The two of us didn't know each other, yet he also forced me to the point of death. Xianzhe, haha, it seems that you're not as noble and upright as you seem. After finishing speaking, Ye Fei's aura surged, his intention to struggle disappeared, and his face seemed to become more determined.

  "In that case, I'll put away my mercy. Not because I've become ruthless, but because I need to survive." With that said, Ye Fei raised his hand and pointed at a distant point.

  A buzz passed, and the green long sword's light flashed, under Wan Feng's astonished expression, War Slasher slashed towards that struggling Hu Shuang.

  A low groan escaped, and at this time Hu Shuang was already too weak to shout loudly. His shoulder had been pierced by a long sword, and fresh blood flowed out immediately, but the fierce flames of the spiritual symbols surrounding his body still could not be extinguished.

  Immediately afterwards, the Yuan Guang sword flew out in reverse, stabbing into Hu Shuang's body one by one until his body stiffened. Without any sound being emitted, the long sword flashed and appeared above Ye Fei's head.

  Wan Feng saw Ye Fei deal with a dying person in such a manner, his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say a word. He couldn't help but feel some emotion rising up inside him as he stared blankly at the white-clothed youth before him.

  At this moment, the young man's expression was extremely determined, as if he had suddenly realized something. Originally kind-hearted and never having left home much, the young man saw the cruelty of human nature, saw Hu Shuang's ferocity, and saw Wan Qi's hypocrisy and disguise.

  To survive, the young man had to adapt. He also had to change. After struggling and wandering between life and death, the young man's state of mind underwent a huge transformation.

  The truth is that I understood this principle when I was young, but I didn't want to believe it. I only wanted to reform the wicked with kindness, but now it seems there's no distinction between good and evil, just a difference between the strong and the weak.

  At this moment, Wan Feng suddenly felt that Ye Fei's body seemed to have undergone a subtle change, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was as if there was an added sense of maturity and weariness that only adults possessed, and he had no idea what kind of experiences the young man in front of him had gone through.

  Just as Wanfeng was deep in thought, Yuanguang's sword flashed a ray of light in mid-air and slashed towards him with a "whoosh" sound. Seeing this, Wanfeng's face changed color immediately.

  "Hey, stop right there! I'm here to get my black sword back. After all, it's mine." As he shouted loudly, Wan Feng controlled his silver long spear to resist the blue long sword. Who knows if Ye Fei still has that spirit symbol or not, but Wan Feng was worried to death.

  With a swish, the Yuanguang sword stopped suddenly when it was about ten feet away from Wanfeng's head, and did not collide with the long gun. Seeing this, Wanfeng looked somewhat dazed.

  "Wan Feng? It seems that Wan Qi is a fake name you used to deceive me? I let you go with good intentions, but you actually found someone to plot against me. What reason can you give me this time? How can I dare to let you off again?" Ye Fei said solemnly at this moment.

  With a flicker of his eyes, Wan Feng's face suddenly turned sour, and with a mournful expression, he said: "Young brother, let's not mention anything else. If someone took my things away, who would be willing to let it go? It's only human nature that I'm looking for someone."

  But I, Wan Feng, swear that I didn't intend to take anyone's life. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stopped Hu Shuang from attacking you either. This counts as me saving your life once, so you can't repay kindness with enmity.

  Finally, although I didn't know how you transmitted the sound to me earlier, I also followed your plan and attacked Hu Shuang at the same time, causing him to release all his treasures, which led to him being able to only use his body to harden the spiritual symbol's attack. Otherwise, there would have been a few chances for Hu Shuang to escape with severe injuries.

  Is it just because of these few things that you still want to cruelly kill me? Alright, Wan Qi is indeed my alias, and swearing what's more doesn't work, but I, Wan Feng, swear today that from now on I absolutely won't bother you again. And as for the Black Sword, I don't want it anymore either.

  "Hu Shuang's treasure, I don't want any of it either. From now on, we'll go our separate ways. I've saved you, so neither of us owes the other anything. Your mindset has changed so much, be careful or you'll become a demon cultivator in the future, humph." By the end, Wan Feng was actually getting a bit angry.

  Ye Fei's icy expression didn't change in the slightest as he stared intently at Wan Feng for a moment before finally relaxing his gaze.

  "Not bad, you still have some conscience, this time I'll let you off. In the future, it's best not to harm others, otherwise, who knows when someone will plot against you."

  Whether it's cultivating immortality or demonic cultivation, as long as the heart is upright and the body is upright, as long as there is no intention to harm others, those who offend me will be destroyed." After finishing speaking, Ye Fei pointed to the air, the Yuan Guang sword flashed with a ray of light, and the bloodstains on it disappeared. Then, it was put away by Ye Fei into his storage bag.

  Sheathing the gray long spear, he glanced at the spot where Hu Shuang had been reduced to ashes. A black leather pouch flashed slightly and flew into Ye Fei's hand - it was Hu Shuang's storage bag.

  At this moment, Ye Fei's face was somewhat pale, and he turned his head to glance at Wan Feng. To his surprise, he had kept the low-level magic tool that Hu Shuang had released last, and walked towards Wu Hua Town.

  Dazedly watching the departing Ye Fei, that back figure seemed somewhat desolate, with an air of temperament that didn't seem as dull as it appeared on the surface. Such a young man, what kind of realm would he reach in the future? Thinking of this, Wan Feng's eyes narrowed in contemplation. (End of chapter)