386: Chapter 30 Master Wang Asks for Trouble

Not long after Meng Li secured his victory by handling Feng Baobao, the results of the duel between Zhang Lingyu and Feng Sha Yan came out.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Lingyu emerged victorious.

Although Zhang Lingyu's strength was indeed superior to Feng Sha Yan's, Feng Sha Yan's defeat in this match was partly due to worldly considerations.

After all, Feng Zheng Hao had brought Feng Xingtong and Feng Sha Yan to participate in the Luotian Grand Ritual primarily to show support for the Celestial Masters Residence, rather than to flex his muscles...

Feng Zheng Hao already knew from Wang Ai that the Restraining Spirits and Dispatching Generals he inherited was incomplete, so, just like in the original plot, he chose to lower his head.

Given this premise, he naturally would not risk offending the Celestial Masters Residence again.

However, none of this had anything to do with Meng Li.

After winning his match, he returned to his room and began to organize and digest what he had observed from Wang Bing and Feng Xingtong.

At this moment, an unexpected person came to his door.

"Daoist Wang Ye?"

Looking at the person who had come knocking, Meng Li was somewhat surprised.

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Ye.

Wang Ye smiled and said, "You seem very surprised by my visit."

Meng Li nodded. "It is indeed a bit unexpected. You don't have any more matches, so logically, you should have left like everyone else."

That was how it happened in the original plot.

In his match against Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye failed to persuade him to give up on investigating the truth, so he voluntarily conceded and left shortly after without staying any longer.

And in the current timeline, Wang Ye's match with Zhang Chulan had proceeded exactly as in the original plot.

Yet, Wang Ye hadn't left like he did in the original plot.

That was why Meng Li was surprised.

Hearing this answer, Wang Ye found it reasonable and didn't think much of it, instead scratching his head and saying, "I was originally going to leave, but something came up, so I postponed it until tomorrow."

"I see." Meng Li realized, not asking what the matter was, and directly asked about the purpose of his visit: "Then what brings you to my door?"

Wang Ye said, "Nothing major, I just wanted to ask you two questions."

"What questions?" Meng Li asked.

Wang Ye held up a finger and said, "The first question: why did you come to participate in this Luotian Grand Ritual?"

Meng Li glanced out of the corner of his eye toward the distance and replied without hesitation, "The Heavenly Scroll."

"I am very interested in this unique skill that is said to be able to form talismans with a single thought, and I want to obtain it legitimately to study it."

Wang Ye was taken aback, then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, not knowing what he was thinking, he said pointedly, "That's a hot potato. Even if you manage to take it, I'm afraid you won't be without trouble afterward."

Meng Li nodded. "I am certainly aware of that, and I have already thought of a way to deal with it, so there is no need for you to worry."

Hearing this, Wang Ye said no more and held up his second finger. "The second question: last time on the arena, how much did you understand of my Qimen Formation?"

Meng Li smiled and said, "If I said I didn't understand it at all, would you be willing to demonstrate it for me again, Daoist?"

Wang Ye was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Then watch closely—Luanjin Dun!"

In an instant, Meng Li felt a mysterious and invisible force descend upon him. Under the influence of this power, everything began to slow down.

The Beiming Fish inside his body felt uncomfortable; its body flickered, shifting from semi-corporeal to illusory, before recovering in an instant.

In that split second, the confinement generated by Luanjin Dun missed, dissipating into nothingness.

As the caster, Wang Ye immediately noticed this situation.

He was instantly dumbfounded.

What was going on?

How was this White Sword Immortal like Feng Baobao...

No, it was different.

Feng Baobao couldn't be pinned down at all; it was like being unable to target an opponent when casting a skill in a game.

The White Sword Immortal was pinned for an instant, then he broke free, as if he had activated a cleanse immediately after being hit by a skill.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye felt a bit depressed and immediately withdrew his power, saying, "You are more skilled than I am; I won't continue to make a fool of myself."

Meng Li smiled and said, "Don't stop, I haven't finished seeing your techniques yet."

With that, he took out his sword case and flicked his fingers repeatedly.

Two small swords flew out, instantly transforming into normal size, hovering in front of Meng Li with their tips pointing directly at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye immediately felt a sense of foreboding and said vigilantly, "What are you trying to do?"

Meng Li smiled. "I heard that Daoist Wang enjoys playing the game of 'one chasing, one fleeing, unable to escape with wings' with people, and not long ago, you ran all over Longhu Mountain with some young wives and maidens. I think this game is quite interesting, and I'd like to play it with you, Daoist."

Wang Ye was instantly embarrassed and angry. "Which grandson said that?!"

"It wasn't me, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

"Those two groups of women—one group were die-hard fans of Zhuge Qing. Seeing that I beat Zhuge Qing and even made him vomit blood, they wanted to avenge him and wouldn't stop chasing me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something and corrected himself, "No, that guy Zhuge Qing vomiting blood wasn't my doing; he did it to himself!"

Then, Wang Ye added, "The Feng Baobao after that was Zhang Chulan's hired muscle!"

"Oh, is that so."

Meng Li feigned realization, then waved his hand, and a Flying Sword whistled toward Wang Ye.

Wang Ye dodged, and seeing the blade graze past his hair, he immediately exclaimed, "Damn, are you for real?!"

Meng Li replied, "Of course. From now until the match starts tomorrow, feel free to use any means to escape. If you can shake me off, I'll consider you skilled, and the game ends. If you can't, I can't guarantee which part of your body this sword will land on."

As he spoke, he moved his mind.

The Flying Sword that had just missed immediately made a turn and stabbed at Wang Ye again.

Wang Ye leaped into a tree to dodge, then jumped toward Meng Li, striking with a move of Taiji Yang Hand.

With a thought, the Flying Sword that had been hovering in front of him immediately moved to meet Wang Ye.

Almost simultaneously, another Flying Sword turned around and stabbed from behind.

For a moment, the two Flying Swords formed a pincer attack on Wang Ye in mid-air.

Seeing this, Wang Ye used Luanjin Dun again, pinning both Flying Swords in mid-air, and then took the opportunity to withdraw and land on the ground.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Meng Li pop another Flying Sword out of the sword case.

Wang Ye's face stiffened. "Can we stop messing around? With my thin arms and legs, I can't handle being tossed back and forth like this."

Meng Li's answer was—here comes the little Flying Sword!

"Damn!"

Wang Ye gave him the middle finger and helplessly took to his heels.

Meng Li put away the sword case, stood on one Flying Sword while controlling the other two, and leisurely followed behind Wang Ye to urge him on.

Wang Ye looked at the two Flying Swords closely following behind his backside, his face twisted into a bitter expression. While dodging the attacks, he sighed, "I knew it, I shouldn't have come on this trip; nothing good ever comes of it."

Meng Li followed behind and smiled, "But you came anyway, didn't you?"

"Since you admire Marquis Wu of Zhuge and want to emulate him in going against the great trend to save some things, you naturally have to pay the price."

Wang Ye: "..."

The remark about Marquis Wu of Zhuge was something Wang Ye had said when he was guiding Zhuge Qing.

Now that Meng Li used it on Wang Ye, it was equivalent to attacking him with his own spear, leaving him unable to refute.

Because, as Meng Li said, he had come to participate in this Luotian Grand Ritual precisely because he wanted to save some things, and he knew that this action would bring him trouble.

Now that the trouble was upon him, he couldn't blame anyone else; all he could do was try to escape.

But Meng Li was not someone easy to deal with.

The two, one fleeing and one chasing, soon ran far away.

After the two ran far away, a figure hidden in the shadows sighed and quietly left...