Yang Fei released arrows to both the left and the right, making Feen Ziyan scream incessantly.

Although Feen Ziyan was detestable, it was still unnecessary for Yang Fei to be so ruthless.

He was merely avenging Su Yinxue.

At this moment, Master Yi finally regained consciousness from his brief stupor.

As soon as Master Yi opened his eyes, he saw Feen Ziyan being humiliated in Yang Fei's hands.

He immediately shouted, "Scoundrel, I will fight you!"

Master Yi, gathering strength from nowhere, ferociously lunged at Yang Fei.

However, before he could reach Yang Fei, he spat out blood and collapsed weakly to the ground again.

He struggled to turn over and looked at Yang Fei with a pleading gaze.

"Please, let her go. Kill me instead?"

A God-level Master, he finally set aside his pride, appearing utterly weak.

Feen Ziyan had already been beaten half-unconscious.

The immense shame and pain muddled her mind completely.

Yet at that moment, upon hearing Master Yi's voice, she forced her eyes open.

"Uncle, run quickly. Don't worry about me."

"To have spent twenty years with you in this lifetime, I have not lived in vain."

Master Yi lifted his head resolutely, holding his head high.

"No, I promised to take you away from the Yi Family, together, I love you…"

Yang Fei watched the pair, an older man and a younger woman in disarray, and let out a wry laugh.

He let go of Feen Ziyan and dumped her beside Master Yi.

"You city people really know how to play; this is unheard of."

Master Yi scrambled and crawled, holding Feen Ziyan tightly in his arms.

"Zi Yan, I'm taking you away now. From now on, we'll always be together, never to part."

Master Yi, originally profound and resolute, felt dispirited and downcast after his defeat.

He lacked not only the dignity of a God-level Master but even the rationality of an ordinary person.

When his will was weakest, he, nonetheless, confessed his true feelings.

Yang Fei sighed deeply.

"Su Yinxue's original family is really cursed."

He turned around, but suddenly he saw a person standing at the bottom of the slope.

The man was elderly, with white hair, yet still exuding a graceful demeanor.

Yang Fei was startled.

Yi Jun'an!

Yi Jun'an watched with his own eyes as Feen Ziyan and his brother entangled.

Listening to their sweet nothings and affectionate intimacy, he felt as if thunder had struck him.

"You… you two…"

Yi Jun'an's gaze was vacant, his fingers shaking as he pointed at Master Yi and Feen Ziyan, his whole body trembling.

Master Yi and Feen Ziyan heard Yi Jun'an's voice.

Both turned around, shocked beyond words.

Master Yi looked at his older brother, his face full of remorse.

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm taking Zi Yan away."

Feen Ziyan's face fluctuated between shades of white and pale but showed an uncommon defiance.

"Yi Jun'an, you have disappointed me for twenty years. I have no reason to remain faithful to you."

"The person I love most is Master Yi, and I'd say so even if it kills me."

Yi Jun'an's lips trembled violently.

Finally, he shouted furiously, "I'll kill you adulterers!"

He charged at the injured Master Yi and Feen Ziyan, brutally kicking and punching.

Although Master Yi was injured, as long as he could move a finger, Yi Jun'an couldn't get close to him.

However, guilt-ridden, Master Yi shielded Feen Ziyan in his arms, enduring Yi Jun'an's assaults.

Feen Ziyan laughed shrilly, her laughter filled with a vengeful delight.

"Yi Jun'an, now it's your turn."

"The day you betrayed the cheap woman of the Su Family, and then you betrayed me."

"Now you can taste the bitterness of betrayal yourself."

"I'll kill you both, I'll kill you all."

Yi Jun'an's fists and kicks lacked strength.

Enraged and emotionally disturbed, he was utterly incapable of harming Master Yi.

Yet he still threw punches and kicks at him, shouting liberally to vent his frustration.

The more enraged Yi Jun'an became, the louder Feen Ziyan laughed.

"Yi Jun'an, are you tasting the flavor of betrayal now?"

"Let me tell you something else, the three children you think are yours and mine are actually Master Yi's, hahaha..."

"What?"

His last statement, like a series of bombs, exploded in Yi Jun'an's head.

Yi Jun'an felt the world spinning, as if the whole sky was pressing down on him.

He clutched his forehead, his body swaying, then suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Master Yi, on the other hand, was startled and struggled to his feet, calling out repeatedly.

"Big brother, big brother, are you alright?"

Feen Ziyan grabbed him.

"Come, even if the whole world is gone, you still have me."

Master Yi's mind was in chaos, devoid of any plan.

He was dragged by Feen Ziyan, and together they rushed down the mountain.

Yang Fei couldn't be bothered with this melodramatic family drama.

He carefully helped Su Yinxue up, holding her in his arms, and helped circulate her blood through the palace.

Su Yinxue's eyes were tightly shut, her face deathly pale.

She had been controlled by Master Yi's Essence Qi permeating her Dazhui acupoint, dominating the nerves there.

She could hear and see, and feel the changes around her, but she was unable to speak or move her body.

This technique was not uncommon; there was a popular phrase in folk communities known as acupoint striking.

Acupoint striking had been mythologized by countless movies and dramas.

In fact, the principle is simple, and the effects are not as mystical as portrayed.

A Martial Arts Master, emitting Dark Force, can stimulate a certain area's nerve reflex arc, causing numbness or vibration.

This allows the person whose acupoints have been struck to become rigid or shake violently, to laugh or cry.

This might sound mystical, but it's really worth nothing.

However, even so, the technique of acupoint striking isn't something that ordinary Martial Arts Masters can perform at will.

Martial Arts Masters who strike acupoints must control their Essential Energy Force with absolute precision.

Moreover, the amount of force used is critical.

If the force is too light, it won't achieve the desired effect of control.

If the force is too strong, it can immediately cause disability, paralysis, or even death.

And Master Yi was undoubtedly a master of this art.

Yang Fei circulated his Essence Qi, massaging Su Yinxue's Dazhui acupoint and surrounding blood vessels.

In a short while, her paralyzed nerve reflex arcs gradually recovered.

Su Yinxue slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, brimming with water, conveyed nothing but sweet warmth as she gazed at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei, for her sake, had stormed the Ancestral Temple and defeated all the masters.

This knight-rescuing-the-princess scenario, was something any girl would find irresistibly romantic and touching.

Su Yinxue felt the same way.

Yang Fei covered his lips with his hand, jealously looking at Su Yinxue.

"Don't think about stealing another kiss, taking advantage of me."

Su Yinxue spat out, both annoyed and amused.

Just then, a civilian helicopter flew in from the Northwest, slowly descending.

"Damn, you Yi Family actually have a private helicopter, no wonder Feen Ziyan could get to the Ancestral Temple before me," Yang Fei realized suddenly, swearing.

The massive propeller whipped up a small whirlwind on the ground.

The helicopter gradually touched down.

The cabin door opened, and Yi Liu helped an old man in his seventies slowly walk out.

The old man's hair was silver-white, his face looked ill, and his square face was covered in wrinkles, yet his eyes were clear.

Su Yinxue caught sight of the old man and immediately cried out joyfully.

"Grandfather..."

She rushed toward the old man, almost tripping on the stone steps in her excitement.

Su Yinxue stumbled, then hurried toward the old man again.

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