"You little bastard, I'll tear you to pieces!!!"
Ye Xiancheng's mother gnashed her teeth, wishing she could flay Song Yun alive.
After all, Song Yun's words were essentially an admission of her relationship with Chu Feng. That phrase "our grandmother" in particular revealed that their bond was far closer than anyone had imagined.
"Guest Elder, what exactly do you mean by this?"
Ye Xiancheng, who had also caught on, changed his expression entirely.
That look of disbelief mixed with reluctant acceptance of the truth was almost pitiful.
But Song Yun was nonchalant. "My Brother Chu Feng and I both need the power of this formation. Ye Xiancheng, if you obediently hand over the formation's power for my Brother Chu Feng to use, you can spare yourself unnecessary pain."
"So this is what you were after — the formation." Upon hearing this, Ye Xiancheng actually clasped his fists and bowed toward Chu Feng.
"You're something else. I'd only heard before that your talent was decent and your strength was nothing to scoff at."
"Who would've thought your skill at using women was even more extraordinary — truly remarkable."
Ye Xiancheng's tone was laced with sarcasm, brimming with jealousy and fury. Yet Chu Feng found it hard to blame him, because even as he said those words, his eyes were already glistening with tears, as though he were genuinely heartbroken.
"You've got it wrong. This isn't called using someone — it's called helping each other," Chu Feng corrected.
"Oh please, listen to you, making it sound so nice. It's just using people. But honestly, I'm not convinced," Ye Xiancheng said.
"Huh?" Chu Feng didn't quite follow.
"In terms of looks, ability, and background, I surpass you in every way. Of course I'm not convinced."
With that, Ye Xiancheng turned to Song Yun. "Did you perhaps misunderstand me? I genuinely wanted to help you — I never once thought about using you. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Playing the emotional card won't work on me." Song Yun turned to Chu Feng. "Brother Chu Feng, are you going to handle this, or shall I?"
Chu Feng understood what Song Yun meant. After all, this was still Ye Xiancheng's territory.
Their plan was for one person to enter the formation's core and, using the treasure Song Yun had prepared beforehand, seal off the formation's power — preventing Ye Xiancheng from using it to suppress them.
And Song Yun was already standing at the formation's core.
"I'll do it," Chu Feng said, making his position clear.
It would be him dealing with Ye Xiancheng.
As soon as he spoke, Song Yun activated the power of the treasure. In an instant, an eerie force surged through the entire grand formation.
Everyone could sense the change in the formation.
"You've sealed the formation — so you were prepared all along."
"Why don't you trust me? Where have I ever treated you badly?"
Ye Xiancheng confronted Song Yun, his eyes full of bewilderment.
"Chu Feng, look at his eyes — so aggrieved, so unwilling, so pained."
"This guy... doesn't feel like he's acting? Could he really want to help Song Yun?" Dan Dan's voice echoed in Chu Feng's ear.
"Either his acting is impeccable, or he genuinely wants to help Song Yun. But... even I feel like it's the real deal," Chu Feng said.
However, compared to Chu Feng and Dan Dan who were watching the spectacle, Song Yun — being the person directly involved — remained completely unmoved by Ye Xiancheng's heartfelt and aggrieved questioning. She simply looked at Chu Feng. "Brother Chu Feng."
She was urging him to act quickly.
"I'm sorry, but I do need this formation," Chu Feng said.
He apologized for two reasons. First, it had been Song Yun's idea for the Ye Immortal Clan to capture his grandmother. And according to Song Yun, his grandmother did indeed bear suspicion of having killed an elder of the Ye Immortal Clan. By normal logic, the Ye Immortal Clan's actions were actually understandable.
If Song Yun's suspicion proved correct, the Ye Immortal Clan had intended to use Song Yun as a sacrifice. As Song Yun's friend, Chu Feng seeking justice for her would be justified.
But if Song Yun had misunderstood this Ye Xiancheng, then they were actually in the wrong.
"Sorry?"
"Sorry for what?" Ye Xiancheng asked.
"I need to borrow the power of this formation."
The moment Chu Feng said these words, a strange, eerie smile crept across Ye Xiancheng's grief-stricken face.