The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 668: Danger in the Illusory Realm

"Okay, then I will take a look at the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles," Ye Chenfeng said to Tang Bosheng.

Wang Yandong had thought that upon hearing his master Tang Bosheng’s words, Ye Chenfeng would definitely not have the courage to look at the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. Yet now, to his surprise, he heard Ye Chenfeng say he wanted to see it?

Although Wang Yandong wished he could kill Ye Chenfeng immediately, he had to admit that Ye Chenfeng’s medical skills were extremely advanced. He had seen for himself how terrifying the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles was. Therefore, in his opinion, even if Ye Chenfeng’s medical skills and strength were formidable, upon seeing the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, he would either become an idiot or a blind man, absolutely unable to comprehend the needle spectrum.

Thus, Wang Yandong, who had originally planned to go change his pants, disregarded the dampness in his crotch and decided to stay to witness Ye Chenfeng’s pitiful downfall.

"Chenfeng, this isn’t something to mess around with. The needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles is very sinister. Given that you are confident you can awaken Meixin within half a year, there is no need for you to attempt understanding the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles," Sun Boyi quickly said. He now treasured his great-grandson like a precious gem and would not allow Ye Chenfeng to suffer the slightest mishap.

Upon hearing that looking at a needle spectrum could turn someone into a blind man or even an idiot, Sun Meiqin, as Ye Chenfeng’s mother, how could she bear to see her own son take such a huge risk? Immediately stepping forward, she grabbed Ye Chenfeng’s arm and said, "Chenfeng, mom won’t allow you to take this risk. Your great-grandfather is right; since you can save your aunt within half a year, there is absolutely no need for you to take this risk."

A gentle smile crossed Ye Chenfeng’s lips as he said, "Mom, don’t worry, it’s just looking at a needle spectrum. I will absolutely be fine."

Ye Chenfeng had a strong desire to uncover the secrets hidden within the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. Perhaps those secrets could be useful in enhancing his strength. Now knowing that beyond the Heaven Rank in the Ancient Martial World lay the Innate Realm, the Sky-breaking Realm, and the Primordial Heaven Realm, and with his current strength equivalent to the Middle Stage of the Innate Realm, he believed it was worth the risk to take a look at the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. Moreover, he always felt that his luck was not too bad.

Ye Chenfeng directly took the rectangular box containing the needle spectrum from Tang Bosheng’s hands and addressed everyone, "Don’t try to persuade me anymore. I am determined to have a look at this needle spectrum today. Even if you stop me now, couldn’t I go to the Ghost Doctor Sect to see it later? Besides, trust me, I will be fine."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s determination, everyone stopped dissuading him. Even Sun Meiqin was held back by Ye Donghua, who saw the earnest expression on Ye Chenfeng’s face and whispered in Sun Meiqin’s ear, "Meiqin, our son has truly grown up. There are some things we should let him decide for himself. Chenfeng was able to change from a prodigal son to what he is today; shouldn’t we as parents trust our son?"

Sun Meiqin who had originally been determined to snatch the box from Ye Chenfeng’s hands, quieted down after hearing Ye Donghua’s words, although her face was still filled with worry.

"It seems my great-grandson is not one to avoid trouble, eh! Yang An, if you notice anything even slightly amiss with Chenfeng later on, we must stop him immediately," Sun Boyi said gravely.

"Dad, rest assured, if there are any changes later, I will intervene immediately," Sun Yang’an assured.

Sun Hengfei, looking at the box with the needle spectrum in Ye Chenfeng’s hands, remarked with a sigh, "Now my admiration for this brother of mine is soaring unabatedly. Who would dare to look at this needle spectrum, which we see as a devil’s spectrum, after so many have met with accidents after viewing it?"

"I always feel that Ye Chenfeng will be able to decipher the Ghost King Thirteen Needles because today I’ve seen too many unbelievable things in him," Sun Xiaoli said softly to herself with a look of anticipation in her eyes as she gazed at Ye Chenfeng.

After Ye Chenfeng decided to look at the needle spectrum of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, Tang Bosheng spoke again, "Sir, I hope you can decipher the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, and then our Ghost Doctor Sect will be at your disposal."

Standing beside Tang Bosheng, Wang Yandong’s mouth curled into a barely noticeable, sinister smirk, thinking to himself, "Kid, I’m waiting to see how you turn into an idiot. You dare to cause me, Wang Yandong, to lose face? This will be your downfall."

Ye Chenfeng was unaware of Wang Yandong’s thoughts. At this moment, his attention was fully focused on the metal box in his hands. He slowly opened the box to find another smaller metal box inside. Since he had decided to look at the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, he had nothing to hesitate about; hesitation is not an emotion befitting a strong person.

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath to himself and opened the smaller box to see a piece of brown cloth stored inside. It was unclear what material it was made from, but from the outside, the cloth appeared to be very old.

Ye Chenfeng took the brown cloth out of the box and slowly spread it out in his palm. The cloth was a square shape, stained with blood in many places. It was supposed to be blood, yet after such a long time, the blood had turned into black dirt.

Aside from the bloodstains, the square cloth was densely covered with many special symbols and characters. Ye Chenfeng couldn’t understand a single word. Just as he thought this "Ghost King Thirteen Needles" needle score was undeserving of its reputation, he found himself starting to feel dizzy while looking at the text and symbols on the fabric.

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but close his eyes and shake his head. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the scene before him had changed; he knew he must have been brought into some kind of illusion.

But wasn’t this illusion a bit too realistic?

Ye Chenfeng’s nose was continuously invaded by a nauseating stench of blood. Underneath his feet, in front of him, lay countless corpses, creating rivers of blood on the ground.

Not far away, Ye Chenfeng saw a sinister-looking building topped with a pitch-black sign that bore three blood-red characters: "Ghost King Sect." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Facing this battlefield of corpses, Ye Chenfeng exhaled deeply, trying to remain calm and reminding himself that all of this was just an illusion.

Just as Ye Chenfeng was thinking about how to break free from the illusion, the corpses on the ground suddenly began to rise without any warning. Some corpses lacked half a head, some had intestines spilling out of their bellies, some were completely devoid of flesh...

The tens of thousands of decomposing corpses emitted a stench that was absolutely unbearable, and they clawed and attacked Ye Chenfeng relentlessly.

Ye Chenfeng had not expected this twist. He felt unable to summon his Soul Force, guessing this might be due to being in the Illusory Realm. But was the illusion too lifelike? The putrid corpses’ attacks brought immensely real pain to Ye Chenfeng.

Corpses laid everywhere, blood flowed for miles.

The sky above was oppressively dark. If someone with lesser resolve encountered this all at once, they would surely go mad instantly.

If that’s the case, then let it be war.

Since Ye Chenfeng had no idea how to escape this Illusory Realm, it seemed to him that fighting was the only option.

Though Ye Chenfeng could no longer use his Soul Force, he still had his physical strength. He punched and kicked the rotting corpses, letting the foul-smelling blood splatter all over him.

As Ye Chenfeng continued to pummel the rotting corpses one by one, he felt a surge of battle spirit swelling within him. He had a sense of dominance, and after explosively smashing the heads of two corpses together, blood covering his cheeks, he roared skyward: "Aagh!"

After the roar, the decomposing corpses that once numbered in the tens of thousands once again lay on the ground, and a puff of black smoke entered Ye Chenfeng’s body. The words "Ghost King Thirteen Needles" appeared in his mind.

Thereafter, the needle score of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles began to emerge in Ye Chenfeng’s mind. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)