Chapter 142

Chapter 142

"Fengyun!" Tang Shihahan cried out Ye Fengyun's name in alarm.

Without even raising his head, Ye Fengyun leisurely poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea from the pot formed a crystal-clear stream of water, slowly descending into the teacup. This serene and composed scene stood in sharp contrast to the bats rushing toward them.

On one side was a bleak and dark curtain; on the other was the fragrance of the tea garden.

Everyone held their breath, unable to tell what was real and what was false, staring anxiously at Ye Fengyun to see how he would defuse the situation.

Suddenly, Ye Fengyun raised his other hand and flicked the stream of water, sending a few droplets flying outward.

"Heaven and earth, dark and yellow, the five elements arrayed. Yin and Yang encounter, the northern waters rise."

In an instant, the water droplets transformed into a shower of swords, obliterating the bats.

The bats that fell to the ground turned into powder and vanished completely, leaving everything looking like a mere mirage.

The Daoist priest in black was struck with panic and dismay.

"I never expected to find such a master in this mundane marketplace."

Ye Fengyun smiled faintly and said, "Old man, you've got some tricks up your sleeve, but unfortunately, not enough of them."

The Daoist in black sneered and was about to speak when applause suddenly rang out from the surroundings.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

"Magnificent!"

"What an incredible magic trick!"

The crowd broke into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Clearly, they had not yet realized that this was no mere magic trick, but a genuine supernatural duel.

Seeing the joyful and cheerful expressions of the crowd, the Daoist in black shook his head with a smile and said, "Fools still make up the majority. Young Master Long, my young mistress sends her regards."

With that, the Daoist in black dissolved into a cloud of black smoke and vanished.

Ye Fengyun's brows twitched. By the time he hurried to pursue him, it was already too late. Moreover, the overwhelming din of the surrounding crowd provided a natural shield for the Daoist, leaving Ye Fengyun with no way to track him.

"He knows who I am." Ye Fengyun's gaze grew increasingly solemn.

A hundred miles away, the Daoist in black reappeared.

Before him stood a Rolls-Royce. Beside the luxury vehicle, a young mistress dressed in lavish attire stood quietly, flanked by two bodyguards in suits.

"Mistress, I have retrieved the item."

The Daoist in black handed The Elegy of the Western Regions Breaking Formation to the young mistress.

The bodyguard beside her took the painting and presented it to her with both hands.

The young mistress grasped the scroll and gave it a gentle flick; it unfurled, fluttering in the wind like a banner.

Immediately, she swept her other hand across the surface of the painting, drawing a golden light out from within and slipping it into her sleeve.

"Item secured."

The young mistress casually tossed the painting aside.

In her eyes, a priceless masterpiece of art was as worthless as scrap paper.

Compared to that famous painting, the object extracted from it seemed infinitely more precious.

"Did you see him?" the young mistress asked.

The Daoist in black nodded. "He is very strong now, except..."

"Except for what?" the young mistress asked.

"Except that he is hideously ugly to an appalling degree."

The young mistress was slightly stunned. "That is likely the result of the great fire from over a dozen years ago."

She fell silent for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth curved upward.

"It seems I should take a trip to Yunchuan City."

With a meaningful smile, the young mistress turned and got into the car.

Back in the exhibition hall.