Chapter Fourteen: You Xiyue Has Caused Trouble

Feng Qinghe and his companions, as the outstanding figures of the younger generation of the Feng clan, attracted much attention as they walked through Fengyang City.

News of Yuan Yibai, the young master of the Yuan clan, visiting the Seventeenth Layer Continent, quickly reached the ears of Feng Yan Hua, the clan leader of the Feng family.

Among the five great families, their heirs are future clan leaders; even in the council of elders, they sit in the highest positions and are revered by all. In the lower continents, one can hardly ever see them.

Feng Yan Hua, excited, dressed carefully and, accompanied by a group of clansmen, hurried to the main street of Fengyang City to welcome Yuan Yibai.

Feng Ling’er and her friends were dumbfounded; even during the clan’s New Year celebrations, the Feng family was never this well represented.

“Young Master Yuan, you are truly a rare guest.”

Yuan Yibai was accustomed to such scenes and replied with a polite smile, “I’m merely accompanying a friend.”

“A friend?” Feng Yan Hua scrutinized the group of young people before him, recognizing only one unfamiliar face—You Xiyue.

“Yes, that would be Qinghe’s master,” Yuan Yibai explained with a smile.

“Master?” Feng Yan Hua was even more puzzled, his smile fading as he squinted and questioned, “Qinghe, when did you take a master? Your fourth uncle was unaware.”

Having already concluded that his own father had fallen victim to the ‘special care’ and ‘highly respected’ fourth uncle before him, Feng Qinghe nearly lost his composure. He struggled to suppress his anger and, pointing to You Xiyue, introduced, “This is the master I sought during my journey to the lower world.”

Feng Yan Hua then took a closer look at You Xiyue. Though her cultivation was inscrutable, she appeared to be no more than a girl of a dozen years.

How could she be Feng Qinghe’s master, and also a friend of Yuan Yibai?

Though Feng Yan Hua could not make sense of it, he was, after all, an ancient phoenix of ten thousand years.

Since she was a companion of Yuan Yibai, he dared not slight her. Addressing You Xiyue kindly, he said, “Little one, your cultivation is beyond my ability to discern. Surely you have been guided by a great master—so young and accomplished, your abilities are profound. To accept Qinghe as your disciple is his good fortune.”

You Xiyue gave a perfunctory nod, out of consideration for Feng Qinghe, acknowledging Feng Yan Hua.

Feng Yan Hua noticed her indifference, but before he understood her background, he dared not offend her. Turning to Yuan Yibai, he smiled, “Young Master Yuan, shall we return to Feng Manor? I have prepared rooms for you both.”

“Very well, thank you for your hospitality.”

“You honor us with your presence—it is Feng Manor’s privilege.”

Yuan Yibai glanced at You Xiyue, waiting for her to lead.

You Xiyue pressed her lips together and walked ahead.

Seeing Yuan Yibai give her such respect, Feng Yan Hua grew even more curious about You Xiyue.

Feng Manor stood atop the main peak of Mount Fengqi. The immortal estate, set on the summit, was shrouded in thick clouds, obscuring starlight; the wind brushed softly, murmuring like distant waves, the manor appearing faintly from afar.

The entire Mount Fengqi belonged to the Feng clan, unlike the Qinglan Sect, which deployed protective formations only on a few main peaks. Here, five Golden Immortals had combined their strength to lay a protective array from the very entrance of the mountain.

Feng Yan Hua walked beside Yuan Yibai, making idle conversation, while You Xiyue strode ahead without so much as a glance back.

Just as Feng Qinghe remembered the protective array, You Xiyue’s right foot was already stepping forward.

“Master!!”

His shout came too late.

You Xiyue had already stepped inside.

Of course, it was impossible for her to be hurled away as other intruders were, thrown hundreds of miles by the array.

The instant You Xiyue’s right foot landed, a shimmering golden barrier began to tremble.

Immediately, the entire Mount Fengqi shook violently, as if the earth were crumbling and the heavens collapsing.

From the spot where her foot landed, the barrier began to crack, the fissure running straight to the top. With a few sharp, cracking sounds, fragments exploded into light, twinkling like scattered stars, dissolving into nothingness—the protective screen vanished.

The trembling ground gradually ceased.

The members of the Feng clan stared in utter shock.

This protective array had stood for a hundred thousand years, occasionally needing repairs, but never had an outsider breached it.

Today, it was destroyed by a single step from You Xiyue.

“My ancestor,” Jun Yang, perched on You Xiyue’s shoulder, peered stealthily at the stunned Feng clan members behind them, whispering in her ear, “I think we’ve caused some trouble.”

“Ah…” The suddenness of the event startled You Xiyue, who hastily withdrew her leg. “Sorry, I didn’t notice.”

Was this really just carelessness?

Feng Yan Hua was momentarily speechless.

Feng Qinghe regarded his master with a complicated expression, while Feng Ling’er and Feng Yuechi had their mouths agape in astonishment.

“Pfft.” Yuan Yibai couldn’t help but laugh, breaking the long silence. “Your destructive power is impressive—one step and their mountain-protecting array is shattered. When you visit my family, I’ll be sure to guard our own array. I’d better warn you; otherwise, my home might suffer the same fate.”

You Xiyue’s lips tightened into a straight line, her face feigning composure, eyes blinking innocently.

“Is Qinghe’s master here to demolish the mountain?”

“The mountain remains, but she’s taken down the protective array.”

The younger ones chirped noisily.

Feng Yan Hua finally found his voice, “Ha… ha ha… truly worthy of Qinghe’s master… ha… ha ha… It seems our array was simply not strong enough—it couldn’t withstand your step.”

He no longer dared to call You Xiyue a little girl. This was no child—

This was a mountain-splitting ancestor!

You Xiyue tugged at the corner of her mouth, habitually fiddling with the jade pendant at her waist to mask her embarrassment.

Jun Yang hissed, flicked his tongue, rubbed his tail against You Xiyue’s neck, and whispered in her ear, “Ancestor, don’t worry. Their Feng clan’s array is far inferior to ours in the Teng Serpent clan. Ours was laid by me back then. I’ll help you fix theirs, no trouble.”

“Are you sure you can?”

“Of course. It’s simple.”

Hearing Jun Yang’s assurance, You Xiyue felt more at ease. “I’ll have my contracted beast help repair your array.”

Afraid the Feng clan might not be satisfied, she added, “Even stronger than before!”

“Your… your contracted beast?” Though Feng Yan Hua’s expression was poor, he dared not lose face.

“Yes.” You Xiyue grabbed Jun Yang’s wings and, teleporting instantly, displayed him before Feng Yan Hua. “This is him.”

At the sudden appearance of a snake’s face, Feng Yan Hua instinctively stepped back.

“Yes, it’s me!” Jun Yang coiled his tail and, full of confidence, patted his snake chest.