Chapter 190：Trylle Series by Amanda Hocking

Song Yufei retreated to the back of the crowd, then asked in horror, "Fairy, did you see what happened in the fog?" Even his spiritual awareness couldn't penetrate the thinnest layer of the fog barrier, really strange.

Zong Yi had warned the stunning woman not to use her spiritual awareness to spy on Fang Xinghai anymore, otherwise she would be scattered. This wasn't alarmist talk, the woman knew that Zong Yi had that kind of strength, so she had quietly hid in the jade pendant. At Song Yufei's question, she coldly said, "These are just Jindan Qi battles, I'm not interested."

The woman was a dignified Mysterious Immortal, her cultivation base was countless times higher than this group of children, so naturally she had no interest in a few small Jindan Qi disciples. Song Yufei believed her bravado and no longer asked, but his fear of Fang Xinghai grew a little deeper.

He'd thought that with a fight with Mo Yu, he would also be injured, but his appearance was unscathed, even his spiritual power was not consumed. What kind of magic weapon did he use?

Song Yufei immediately sneered, when it came to magic weapons, he wasn't lacking, and everything he owned was high level.

Afterwards, two groups of disciples went up, the fight was very intense, much more interesting to look at than Fang Xinghai's fog. Zou Yiming carefully wiped down his fate spirit sword while sweeping a knife sharp look at Fang Xinghai, his whole body exuding a war hungry atmosphere.

But Zhou Yun Sheng didn't even give him the corner of his eye, his was staring at the handkerchief Zong Yi was using to wipe his fingertips, dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a low voice.

"Dirty." Zong Yi spread out his palm and burned the handkerchief.

Zhou Yun Sheng thought about it a bit, then understood, he'd used that hand to pinch Mo Yu's chin. So many reincarnations, yet still so possessive. He sighed inwardly, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

After the two rounds were over, Zou Yiming jumped into the arena to wait for his opponent.

Zhou Yun Sheng also jumped in, then made a 'you first, please' gesture.

Zou Yiming and Mo Yu were indeed brother and sister under the same master, he immediately swung his sword, attacking without preamble. Zhou Yun Sheng's figure faded away, instantly exploding into thick fog.

This trick again, he's not done yet? Why does that Fang Xinghai always hide his head? The disciples in the audience sighed. However, if they knew that Fang Xinghai had fog spiritual roots, they wouldn't complain about this. If you can't use fog as a weapon, then what can you use?

Zou Yiming's mind was extremely firm. He didn't randomly attack like Mo Yu, he just stood still in the thick fog, quietly feeling out the surrounding atmosphere. A figure surfaced, it was the long dead Fang Wen Guang, and when he split the figure with his sword, he realized at once that this was an illusion and no longer wasted his spiritual power.

"Fang Xinghai, if you have the ability, come out to face me with actual combat, don't use these ghost tricks." He sneered at the void.

"If that's what you want." The man's cold voice suddenly appeared behind him, making Zou Yiming immediately spin to attack.

When he swung his sword, Fang Xinghai's body instantly turned into fog, not even a trace of his breath was left. Zou Yiming frowned, slowly realizing that the other side's techniques were not as simple as they seemed.

"Carry on." Zhou Yun Sheng appeared at Zou Yiming's side with a dagger, effortlessly drawing a thin line of blood down his arm, then he disappeared. Fog spiritual roots were most adept at concealment, so their attacks were destined to be sneaky, rather than fighting face to face.

Zou Yiming thrust his sword, only to stab into a mass of fog. He began understanding why his junior sister had had to use the two sword spells. When you couldn't find your opponent's position, only an AOE attack was effective, but it also consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Fang Xinghai just needs to wait until his enemy's exhausted, so naturally, he easily won.

Zou Yiming repeatedly told himself not to be fooled, but he still couldn't find Fang Xinghai's location. He seemed to be a part of the fog.

Zhou Yun Sheng patiently played with Zou Yiming, slashing his neck, dantian, his heart and other key areas, all shallow cuts, nothing fatal.

For Zou Yiming, this violent sword cultivation base warrior, the most annoying opponent wasn't a weak one, but one he couldn't even find. Just like Mo Yu, he gradually lost his reason, inch by inch, using more powerful sword spells one after another.

The disciples watching the battle only saw the constant flashing of the light sword in the thick fog and had to use their imaginations to fill in a wonderful fighting scene. But in fact, Zou Yiming was an arrow at the end of its flight. His spiritual power was gradually depleting, he was covered in cuts, but he hadn't even touched a hair on Fang Xinghai's head.

Zhou Yun Sheng lost his playful heart, he condensed his body and quietly appeared behind Zou Yiming. He fingers shaped into a claw, he pierced Zou Yiming's dantian, instantly destroying his Gold Core. To perform this series of moves, not to mention disturbing the air, he didn't even expend an inch of his spiritual power. As long as he was in his fog, he could come and go as he pleased, silent.

Blood sprayed out from Zou Yiming's mouth, he kneeled on the ground, struggling to support his body with his fate spirit sword. He would never allow himself to collapse in front of others. He looked back, wanting to ask Fang Xinghai where he was hiding, but the blood was filling his throat, so he could only let out a grunt.

The once genius talent had now become a waste, even if he built up his cultivation base again, he would never be able to reach the height he should've reached.

Zhou Yun Sheng shook the blood off his hand and sighed, "You stood on the sidelines while my brother was murdered, but I only destroyed your Gold Core as repayment, you should thank me for my kindness. The debt between us is cleared."

He raised his hand and the fog returned to his body, then he lightly jumped to his master's side and stood in position, smiling faintly at Song Yufei, hiding in the crowd.

To tell the truth, his appearance was very beautiful, beautiful enough to bewitch, one smile from him could hook in a person's three immortal souls and seven mortal forms. But to Song Yufei, his smile was not stunning, it only inspired dread.

The disciples in the audience were in an uproar at the sight of Zou Yiming's horrible outcome, but when they remembered his part in Fang Wen Guang's death, they fell silent. Cultivators were most afraid of karma, and this was a living example.

Chi Xiao Zhenren secretly pushed down his anger and ordered people to carry Zou Yiming out. Today, he lost both his beloved daughter and his head disciple, he even lost his dignity. He feared that in the future, he would become the sect's laughing stock. But even so, as long as the Grand Elder didn't fall, he had no way to get rid of Fang Xinghai.

The peak masters gained a new understanding on Fang Xinghai's strength. He really was worthy of being the Grand Elder's last disciple, his promise was immeasurable ah!

"He has fog spiritual roots, you need to avoid his fog during the fight. Without the fog, he has nothing to rely on. There are very few cultivators with fog spiritual roots, so I'm not familiar with this cultivation method, I can only say this much, so you need to be attentive." The stunning woman in the jade pendant suddenly opened.

Song Yufei's eyes lit up and he secretly nodded.

While another group of Jindan Qi disciples fiercely fought on stage, Taiping Zhenren called Song Yufei to his side and slowly said, "Fang Xinghai should have fog spiritual roots, so just leave his fog and he can't do anything to you. But I have to remind you, don't go overboard." Here, he looked up and glanced at the Grand Elder.

Grand Elder was holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping the left-over blood off his small disciple's fingers. He clearly only needed to use a Dispel Dirt Talisman to remove it, but he insisted on cleaning it by hand, anyone could see how much he pampered and deeply loved Fang Xinghai. Offending Fang Xinghai ultimately meant offending the Grand Elder. Cultivators greatly feared facing retribution because they'd struck down a strong person's protégé, and if that person was the strongest in Grand Heaven World, their protégé was also untouchable.

Song Yufei obediently nodded, but his heart was even more resentful. He'd thought that having a Mysterious Immortal to protect him would be incredible, who would've thought that this Mysterious Immortal wasn't even a match for a Dasheng Qi cultivator, really useless!

Whatever, if you want something done you have to do it yourself, one day, he would make every cultivator, including the Immortal Emperor and Immortal Seniors in the Immortal World, prostrate at his feet.

"After these two fights, perceptive people should be able to guess your spiritual roots, you have to be careful." Zong Yi burned the handkerchief, squeezing his small disciple's slender fingers, and said in a soft tone.

"It's alright, I still have a lot of techniques I haven't used yet, Song Yufei can't do anything to me." Zhou Yun Sheng's tone was relaxed.

Zong Yi shifted his grip, tightly interlocking their fingers.

Zhou Yun Sheng glared at him then glanced around, fortunately, everyone was watching the fight. He pulled down his sleeve to cover their hands, so others couldn't notice. He didn't want to expose his relationship with Zong Yi yet.

After the fight, Song Yufei rode into the arena on a flash of lightning, then looked toward his master's seat.

Zong Yi let go of his small disciple, patted him on his back and said, "Go on, don't play around so much, end it quickly and come back."

Zhou Yun Sheng loudly promised and jumped into the arena, he waved at Song Yufei and said, "You first, please."

"No, please go first junior brother." Song Yufei politely bowed, and when he looked back up, he had been shrouded in a thick dark fog.

[Junior brother- The other disciples call ZYS Shishu Zuxian which I think is a respectful way to refer to a younger disciple of a master who's a higher rank than yours.]

This again! The disciples in the audience complained, but after a while, a few people guessed, "He uses this thick fog every time, do you think junior brother has fog spiritual roots?" That was a junk spiritual roots, rumors said that the cultivators could only reach Jindan Qi. Song Yufei seemed to be late stage Jindan, and he also had lightning spiritual roots, the strongest one, they feared that junior brother would fall head first this time.

Song Yufei stood in the fog, his expression had no trace of panic.