Chapter 501
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Chapter 501: Yin and Yang Arts
The sound couldn’t be deemed wrong, yet it carried an air of falseness—as though identity forgery were its very essence.
She had once pretended to be the main wife for a brief time, even reaching the legal marriage age in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.
But now, if Bai Wei were not merely a puppet, he might have already knelt before Princess Bi Fang.
After all the effort spent to rescue you, is this your idea of gratitude?
“Hiss…” Bai Wei took a deep breath, his tone indifferent. “Are you feverish? Talking such nonsense.”
The girl said nothing. Instead, she leaned weakly against his arm, her grip feeble but firm.
Bai Wei stepped onto the flowing water, walking out of the lotus pond. With every step, the water seemed to sink beneath him.
“Can you please step out of the pond?”
A cold voice interrupted. It was Master Ronghua, his tone laced with sorrow.
Both men wore masks: one of bronze, the other a Yin-Yang mask, half black and half white.
Bai Wei’s expression was calm yet menacing, while Master Ronghua’s gaze remained composed and guarded.
[Master Ronghua]
[Yin-Yang Clan]
[Overall Level: 47]
[Danger Level: High]
Master Ronghua scooped up a handful of black water, which seemed to instinctively retreat from his grasp. Crushing it barehanded, he infused it with a trace of Golden Power, watching it swell and turn into an odd, golden-hued orb.
The system of Yin and Yang was steeped in mystery and despair—a cycle of anguish so profound that it became tangible. The illusions repeated a thousand times over, each a distillation of sorrow drawn from countless tormented souls.
“Three years of torment, and for what? A pot of black rice porridge?” Bai Wei clenched his fists, letting the black water evaporate between his fingers.
“Instead of mastering Yin-Yang techniques to benefit others, you squander them here. Does the Eastern Emperor Taiyi know about this?”
“Do you know me?” Master Ronghua’s voice quivered slightly, though he tried to maintain composure.
“I don’t,” Bai Wei replied calmly. “May I ask who you are?”
Master Ronghua sneered coldly. “So arrogant, so youthful. You hail from Ming Country—why meddle in our affairs?”
“You call this a mess and yet wallow in it yourself? Aren’t you disgusted?”
“Tens of thousands of lost souls in Qingyang City are but tools for my journey to enlightenment. This land belongs to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. Why should you care?”
Master Ronghua’s tone was respectful yet firm, as if issuing a polite warning.
“I don’t know who you are or why you’ve come, but you can take her and leave. I will not stop you.”
Bai Wei chuckled in disbelief. “Afraid, are you?”
Master Ronghua adjusted his mask, his tone sharp. “I simply wish to avoid needless conflict. Should we both be wounded, it would serve no one.”
“Ninety billion people in the Ming Country, and you act like their guardian?” Bai Wei scoffed. “Strength is all that matters.”
His voice dripped with disdain as he continued, “You’re just scared.”
The dialogue escalated into a
war of wills, culminating in a
clash of energies.
Master Ronghua unleashed his
carefully honed Yin-Yang
magic, its potency terrifying
yet insufficient. Bai Wei’s
golden flames burned through
the illusions and spirits alike.
Even the summoned corpse of
a young Kylin—an ancient and
revered mythical beast—was
no match for the golden
power Bai Wei wielded. With
one sweeping kick, the Kylin’s
massive head was severed,
bursting into fireworks that
painted the sky.
Master Ronghua stood
dumbfounded, his voice hollow
as he murmured, “My Kylin…
Its head is gone… How can I
face anyone now?”
Bai Wei stepped forward, his
gaze steady. “Next time, think
twice before summoning
mythical creatures to scare
me. It’s laughable.”
If I were a character in a card
game, my skill would
undoubtedly be Special Attack
Against Divine Beasts.
Anything less would be an
insult to my legacy.
