Chapter 993: His State of Mind Is Unparalleled Through the Ages

Whoosh!

A single sentence sent shockwaves through the two women, their eyes widening in unison. Bai Piaopiao’s heart churned with turmoil, her delicate face paling in disbelief.

So this was the truth!

It turned out that her full-powered strike had been blocked not because her foundation was unstable, preventing her from unleashing the full might of a Saint, but because Yi Feng himself was already at the Saint realm!

Watching Su Jie’s unusually grave expression, Bai Piaopiao covered her lips in shock.

This was the first time she had ever seen Su Jie so solemn—even addressing a man with such seriousness. Now, hearing Su Jie’s words, all her doubts were dispelled. Seeing Yi Feng unharmed and possessing such profound strength, tears shimmered in Bai Piaopiao’s eyes.

Complex emotions tangled within her as both Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie simultaneously turned their intense gazes toward Yi Feng.

But Yi Feng only grew more bewildered.

“No way…”

Before he could finish, Su Jie cut him off, leaving no room for excuses.

“There’s no need to hide your cultivation anymore. This sword strike of mine carries the supreme essence of the Sword Dao. Even an ordinary Saint would struggle to withstand it. If you weren’t at the Saint realm, you’d have been reduced to ashes by now.”

Her solemn voice echoed, silencing the surroundings.

The brief shock surged like a tidal wave, crashing through their hearts. Bai Piaopiao’s expression softened further, and she finally relaxed, exhaling a long sigh of relief.

“Hah… This is truly wonderful. So your cultivation is already this formidable—even Su Jie acknowledges it. That Gu Qingcheng will be no match for you. It seems there’s nothing to worry about!”

“Indeed. With his strength, Gu Qingcheng stands no chance.”

As the two women spoke with certainty, their faces gradually brightened with smiles. Meanwhile, Yi Feng stood there, utterly dumbfounded.

The sky had collapsed!

He was a Saint? Was this some kind of joke?!

Never in his wildest dreams had he considered this possibility. Even moments ago, he had assumed Bai Piaopiao’s unstable foundation and that damned turtle-shell defense had saved him. Yet the truth was—he had already reached the Saint realm!

This…!

A stampede of imaginary alpacas thundered through Yi Feng’s mind, too numerous to count!

No wonder all his attempts to die had failed! No wonder so many so-called experts had seemed like frauds in his eyes—even the Moonview Sect’s leader had been pathetically weak, like a mere pretender. The truth was, he had vastly underestimated his own strength!

Damn it!

While everyone else rejoiced, Yi Feng felt the urge to unleash a torrent of expletives!

A Saint—already standing at the pinnacle of cultivation. And to face Su Jie without defeat meant he was absurdly powerful. With such strength, how could he possibly find death? Even scouring the Nine Realms, there might not be a soul left who could so much as scratch him!

This was nothing but an impossible paradox!

The damn system was toying with him!

Recalling all his efforts up to now, Yi Feng was overwhelmed with desolation. Resentment and helplessness churned in his chest—he wanted to strangle the system, then obliterate it!

Everything felt meaningless. A profound loneliness settled over Yi Feng as he spiraled into complete despair.

“Miss Bai, Miss Su… Thank you for today. I’m feeling rather exhausted and will take my leave to rest. I’ll express my gratitude properly tomorrow…”

Clasping his hands in a salute, Yi Feng departed with a heavy heart.

He was tired.

Truly tired. To hell with this death-seeking system—just let it all burn…

His abrupt farewell left Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie stunned. Before they could react, Yi Feng had already vanished into the night, his elongated shadow under the moonlight appearing desolate, solitary, and heartbreaking.

Bai Piaopiao, confused but concerned, quickly sent a mental message to her attendants, instructing them to care for him properly.

As Yi Feng disappeared, her heart twisted into knots. She couldn’t pinpoint what had gone wrong. In her fluster, she could only hand over various divine medicines to Su Jie for her injuries.

Returning to her quarters, Bai Piaopiao waited until Su Jie had finished healing before sitting beside her, anxiety lacing her voice as she asked,

“Sister Su Jie… What happened? Why did Yi Feng seem so disheartened? Did I… do something wrong?”

Su Jie, too, was lost in thought. Despite her sharp insight as a prodigious cultivator, Yi Feng’s demeanor had left her perplexed. After a long silence, she finally grasped the reason—her eyes flickering with understanding before softening into admiration.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yi Feng’s melancholy stems from his own lofty aspirations. It’s like… the loneliness of standing at the peak, much like how I once felt.”

“The loneliness of the peak?” Bai Piaopiao murmured, her delicate face etched with confusion.

Meeting her friend’s gaze, Su Jie nodded solemnly.

“Yes. Just think—how many in this world can match Yi Feng’s cultivation? An ordinary person with such achievements would flaunt them without restraint. Yet he remains humble, never boasting, relentlessly pursuing the supreme Dao. So much so that even I had never heard of him before.”

“To reach the pinnacle, he willingly discards everything, breaking through limits. Such a Dao heart is rare across the ages. A man like this… is simply too extraordinary. He would never rest on the laurels of mere Sainthood.”

“No wonder you’re drawn to him. Now I understand—he truly is remarkable.”

“Your judgment wasn’t wrong.”

Bai Piaopiao’s eyes sparkled with realization. Yi Feng’s temperament and character had always appealed to her, but she hadn’t imagined his excellence would surpass even her own. To cast aside worldly desires, yet fail in his pursuit of death—no wonder he was disheartened.

Listening to Su Jie’s analysis, Bai Piaopiao’s admiration for Yi Feng deepened. Silently, she resolved to strive harder herself.

Noticing the newfound respect in her friend’s eyes, Bai Piaopiao couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes… To me, he is…”

“The best!!!”

The words burst out before she could stop herself, staining her cheeks crimson. Too embarrassed to continue praising him, Bai Piaopiao bit her lip, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Little did she know, Su Jie paid no mind to such matters.

Instead, Su Jie’s thoughts lingered on that earlier sword strike—its power vanishing like mud sinking into the sea. A long-dormant competitive fire ignited within her. Her fingers traced the blade of her sacred sword, feeling its faint, restless hum, as if it, too, was unwilling to accept defeat.

Turning to Bai Piaopiao with newfound determination, Su Jie voiced her request.

“A warrior like him is rare. For millennia, my Sword Dao has stagnated. I wish to ask Yi Feng to spar with me—to help refine my techniques. Would you be willing to arrange it?”

Bai Piaopiao blinked, caught off guard.

“What, are you… reluctant?”

The question was casual, devoid of implication—yet it sent Bai Piaopiao’s ears burning. Flustered, she stammered,

“W-what nonsense! He’s not… mine to keep. If you want to train with him, just ask him yourself…”

With that, she dared not meet Su Jie’s gaze, afraid her expression would betray her emotions. Yet inwardly, her heart swelled with sweetness—as if Su Jie’s acknowledgment of Yi Feng brought her boundless joy.

Her flushed cheeks spoke louder than words, soothing all her worries. The two women talked late into the night, their eyes alight with growing anticipation.

Unbeknownst to them…

Beyond the window, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon.

And then—

A maddened roar tore through the sky, drowning out the rising sun!

"You vile wretches! This Saint shall tear you to pieces!!!"