Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1247: What Will Happen

There are immortals on Qilian Mountain, and everyone in Yangzhou knows it. Otherwise, the golden light that scatters atop Qilian Mountain each early spring would be inexplicable. Besides immortals, who else in the world could create such a magnificent golden light?

There are always some people from around the world who come to Yangzhou with their own ideas and intentions, hoping to try their luck. Those braver souls, who dare to heed the advice of the city dwellers and enter the deep mountains alone, turn their blood into so-called "offerings," sprinkling them on Qilian.

Some people succeed, but none of them can be seen. Thousands return home disgruntled, while the world suffers. They seek immortals as a means to escape the sea of suffering, unaware that the path to heaven is ever-changing and even harder to cultivate.

The once brilliant sunshine has completely vanished, and dark clouds are descending low, as if touching the ground, the rumble of thunder enveloping the hearts of all in Yangzhou. Only then do they realize something is wrong. As they look up from their rooms, the rolling sky is like a heavy stone block, ominous and challenging.

Humans possess a sixth sense, whether spirit or otherwise. In moments of life and death, a shred of rationality remains.

The number of people on the streets grows. Looking up at the sky, even a fool knows something is amiss, that something momentous is about to occur.

I'm unsure if I've witnessed many strange things. A young man in the street reaches out, seemingly hooking the sky, as though it were within arm's reach, yet far from the clouds. He shouts loudly:

"Where do you intend to storm?"

Everyone exchanges glances and bursts into laughter, dissipating the tense atmosphere instantly.

"They say an immortal can change the color of the sky with a single sword, overturn rivers and seas. Now it seems like a little immortal has come to the world."

Upstairs, Xu Siyu feels uneasy but not panicked. How could she anticipate a thunder punishment? Watching the sky roll like boiling clouds, she speaks to either ease her inner anxiety or calm the public:

"Immortals exist in Kunlun. My grandfather saw them when he was young. He told me when he had free time. I wonder how things have changed over the years. Immortals don't age, or perhaps remain as youthful as ever."

"Has Mr. Xu seen a fairy?"

People at the table are surprised, seizing the opportunity to praise: "No wonder the Xu Family gave rise to a marvel like Miss Xu. It's all destined!"

As the words fall, some pick up the topic at the table.

In Yangzhou, there are no more than five companies truly capable of spending three billion to buy Blood Jade. Today, many have gathered here, yet only for Xu Siyu's sake. Even if Ye Fengsheng really had Jade Marrow, nobody but Xu Siyu could afford it. He came because Xu Siyu invited him, hoping to lend it to earn Xu Siyu's favor.

Anyway, if you come to visit, you lose nothing and gain wealth. Whether you succeed or fail, you can profit effortlessly. Why not do it?

Of course, Ye Fengsheng's ignorance of current affairs slightly annoys them, as this outsider doesn't face them on their own turf.

These local serpents feel discomfort. Matters aren't resolved perfectly. In fact, this interpersonal relationship is only half of the battle. It's too difficult for this relationship to be exploited. It's too simple, and the relationship gets wasted.

Due to Ye Fengsheng's refusal, people still remember Ye Fengsheng, this person unaware of the times, while praising Xu Siyu.

The tornado on Qilian Mountain and the increasingly low clouds do not instill any sense of crisis in these ordinary people. No matter how they worry, they wouldn't expect the sky hanging for millions of years to suddenly rain thunder punishment, shattering their existence.

The rolling dark clouds are like boiling water, finally halting the disturbing surge. It's clearly the afternoon, yet it's as dark as night. At this strange time, even the street lamps have come on early, worried that a few unwise children might play and crash into the road's trunk.

"Boom!"

Another deafening crash, accompanied by the trembling of all buildings in Yangzhou, followed by the disappearance of lights. The whole city engulfed in somber silence. Some children, still unaware, curl up, crying out.

The sky is magnificent. Behind the churning clouds, red and white silver lightning clash, tens of millions of lightning bolts converging like magma, spilling dazzling silver light.

Youth turned into flowing light, finally halting beneath the magnificent clouds in the sky. The wind is like a blade, clothing prey.

In the dim light, no one notices the tiny figure in the sky. Except Ying Luo glancing up from below, Xu Siyu remains in a daze, not reacting, while everyone else panics, fearing the next lightning strike might hit them.

When the wind blows, clouds follow. The suddenly gathered clouds have waited a long time. Without waiting for the youth to prepare, a burst of light suddenly erupts in the heavy, gloomy atmosphere. Like a waterfall roaring with infinite intimidation, it charges at the youth below.

Watery hues and spiritual energy explode, with giant fireworks bursting in the sky. The youth encircled in golden light, the rapid halo streams condensing into a whirlwind, quickly engulfing it. Amidst the dazzling thunder, a faint golden light emerges.

In the domain, Ye Feng senses thunder. His face tightens. The murmured syllable from his throat, following which a golden whirlwind roars from his body. It transforms into a golden tornado, trailing a long streak of golden flow in the sky. Then, with a piercing crash, it slams into the sky's thunder.

Compared to the waterfall-wide heavenly thunder, the golden tornado is obviously insignificant. Yet, spinning at high speed, it strips the air into a vacuum at lightning speed. Upon contact with the lightning, it doesn't collapse immediately. Instead, the heavenly thunder falls into the tornado amidst such high-speed rotation

It rapidly shreds it, like thrown into a mixer, scattering bursts of lightning and thunder, akin to fireworks breaking through the sky in dazzling colors.

When human strength eventually wanes, the immense sky thunder booms, human power unable to shake the heavens. Compared to the spreading thunder punishment of heavenly thunder, it's far worse. Sky thunder merely shivers, and the golden tornado soon vanishes. Yet, the thunder remains, the dazzling silver light without half dimming.

Ye Feng's face appears as unchanging as before. Seemingly anticipating all this, watching the thunder fall again, his eyes focus, his hand opens then closes, drawing from his fingertips not like money. It condenses into a line, rapidly forming a large circular shape visible to the naked eye at his feet according to the trace drawn in the dark.

As the golden light spreads, Ye Fengsheng's body sinks briefly to the bottom of the array, his five fingers tapping lightly. Countless halos emerge from his entire body, then he escapes into the array, condensing into the trace of a golden dragon.

In an instant, the dragon within the formation is startled. Its body isn't real, showing signs of breaking at the edges. Yet, it plunges into Ye Fengsheng's heart, charging straight toward Lei Ting.