Chapter 66: Charcoal-Grilled Little Bird

Hiss...

Watching Jin Renfeng hold both flanks with a distorted expression on his face, Li Quzhuo, standing nearby, could not help but draw a sharp intake of breath.

As a fellow man, he knew all too well how vital those organs were to a man. Especially as a "tech geek" who frequently pulled all-nighters refining magical treasures, he understood the absolute necessity of protecting one's vital flanks.

"Good grief, this little sister really knows how to... ah, no, she kicks ruthlessly."

"Is that so? I actually think she kicked the wrong spot. She should've aimed a bit lower," Yang Qingyuan said calmly.

"Good grief, you're even more merciless..."

Li Quzhuo cast a slightly terrified glance at Yang Qingyuan and instinctively crossed his legs.

"Junior Sister, we're out in public. Could you at least give me a little face?"

At this moment, although Jin Renfeng's eyes were filled with fury, he did not show it outwardly. He was enduring it; one who cannot endure small slights will ruin great plans.

Now that the blood-transmutation secret art of the Water-蛭 clan was in his hands, he only needed to wait for the right opportunity to completely claim the divine blood of the Eastern family for himself! When that time came, not only Divine Fire Mountain Villa, but even these two sisters would entirely fall into the palm of his hand!

At this thought, Jin Renfeng's face was once again plastered with a smile.

Dongfang Qinlan paid no heed to the shift in Jin Renfeng's gaze, simply pointing a finger at the servant behind her.

"I'm asking you, was this Thousand-Mile Tracking Curse on this fellow's body your doing?"

"A Thousand-Mile Tracking Curse?"

Dongfang Huaizhu furrowed her brows slightly. While Yang Qingyuan and the others had been chatting just moments ago, she had been exchanging affectionate glances with Wangquan Hegemony, and thus had not paid close attention to the commotion here.

"Such a thing? Junior Sister, do not be upset. Allow me to step forward and verify it."

Realizing that the Thousand-Mile Tracking Curse he had cast had actually been discovered, Jin Renfeng did not show the slightest trace of panic on his face. Instead, with a calm expression, he walked up to the servant.

"It really is a Thousand-Mile Tracking Curse! Speak, who on earth ordered you to monitor my two Junior Sisters?!!"

Suddenly, Jin Renfeng seized the servant by the throat, lifting him into the air with a single hand.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Terror instantly flooded the servant's eyes, and a intense sense of asphyxiation caused his limbs to thrash violently.

"Not talking, are you? Ungrateful turncoat, truly treacherous and incorrigible! Very well, today I shall clear the portal here on behalf of my two Junior Sisters!"

Boom!!

With that, amidst the shocked gazes of everyone present, a ball of Pure-Quality Solar Flame instantly ignited in his palm.

"Ah!!!"

In just a few breaths, a perfectly healthy living human was burned directly into ashes by Jin Renfeng.

"You!!"

A flash of anger crossed Dongfang Qinlan's eyes. She never expected that she had merely wanted to confront Jin Renfeng on the spot, only for this fellow to brazenly burn the servant to death right before her eyes.

"Junior Sister, there's no need to be polite with turncoats and servants like this. Rest assured, once we return, Senior Brother will surely investigate this matter thoroughly for you!"

Faced with Dongfang Qinlan's wrath, Jin Renfeng simply chose to ignore it. He casually dusted off the ash from his hands, while a fleeting trace of irritation flashed through his eyes.

Such ruthless methods naturally prompted Wangquan Hegemony and the others to cast a few extra wary glances at this chief disciple of the Dongfang family.

Dongfang Huaizhu gave Jin Renfeng a deep look, but ultimately said nothing more. She knew that even if Jin Renfeng were truly the culprit, given how much their father favored him, the aftermath would at best consist of a harmless verbal reprimand.

Furthermore, now that the human witness had been completely burned to ashes by Jin Renfeng, leaving no evidence, the matter naturally had to be dropped.

"Senior Brother Jin, you misunderstood just now. On this trip to Southern Border, thanks to these young gentlemen stepping in to save us, Qinlan and I were able to return safely."

"I see. My apologies for acting rashly just now, then."

With that, Jin Renfeng cupped his fists in salute, his gaze suddenly locking onto Tushan Yaya standing nearby.

"However, Junior Sister, you may not have noticed, but among this group of masked fellows, there is actually a demonic monstrosity present!"

Boom!!!

As soon as those words fell, a ferocious blaze instantly erupted from within Jin Renfeng's body, surging rapidly toward Tushan Yaya.

"Hmph!"

Tushan Yaya let out a cold snort, immediately refusing to show any weakness as she channeled her icy Qi to seal the oncoming flames.

However, the fire wielded by Jin Renfeng was none other than the Pure-Quality Solar Flame, the demon-slaying divine fire bestowed by the Eastern spirit lineage! Coupled with Jin Renfeng's considerable cultivation level, Tushan Yaya's icy Qi was completely incapable of freezing his flames.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~

The collision of icy Qi and blazing fire instantly stirred up a thick blanket of white vapor.

Amidst the billowing mist, Jin Renfeng's flames pierced through the white fog, continuing their momentum unabated as they smashed toward Tushan Yaya.

Obscured by the mist, by the time Tushan Yaya noticed the approaching flames, the fireball was already less than half a meter away from her. Moreover, having just consumed an entire flask of spirit wine, Tushan Yaya's mind was hardly clear, and her reaction time had naturally plummeted accordingly.

At this critical juncture, Yang Qingyuan suddenly moved.

Wielding his Halberd with Pointed Tip and Three Blades, the tip of the weapon expertly and precisely nudged the underside of the fireball, using a subtle burst of force to deflect Jin Renfeng's entire fireball flying off course.

"You're courting death!"

The next second, Yang Qingyuan charged into the thick fog. Through his perception of Jin Renfeng's spiritual energy, Yang Qingyuan locked precisely onto his target's position.

As arcs of electricity crackled across Yang Qingyuan's body, his speed surged exponentially once more.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Qingyuan had already closed the distance to Jin Renfeng.

Sensing something was amiss, Jin Renfeng attempted to summon more Pure-Quality Solar Flame to protect his body, but Yang Qingyuan had already anticipated his next move.

With a light stomp of his foot against the ground, a current of electricity traveled instantaneously along the earth straight to Jin Renfeng's feet.

In an instant, Jin Renfeng felt a wave of numbness wash over his entire body, causing his limbs to lock up in a momentary stiffness.

It was precisely this split-second stiffness that prevented him from deploying his divine fire in time to shield himself.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Qingyuan closed in, condensed a cluster of Samadhi True Fire at his fingertips, and unceremoniously tossed it right at Jin Renfeng's crotch.

"Ah!!!"

A miserable, piercing shriek instantly pierced the heavens.

"Behold my giant fan! Wind, come forth!"

Li Quzhuo whipped out the fan he usually used to stoke his furnace and waved it with all his might, instantly whipping up a violent gale that blew away all the lingering mist across the arena.

The moment the fog cleared, all the young girls present instinctively closed their eyes, while Li Quzhuo and the others wore bizarre expressions, their mouths curling upward in a desperate attempt to suppress their laughter.

"Hahaha, my good man, how on earth did you manage to shed your pants while fighting? Wait, why is there a smell of burnt bird feathers? Oh~ I get it now, so this fellow wanted to drop his trousers just to give us a live demonstration of charcoal-grilled little birdie, hahaha..."