Supernatural Insight Eyes

Ye Qiu stepped on the water surface, slowly walking towards the crowd.

His eyes were fixed on the impostor pretending to be him.

The Saint Heir of Mother Mountain was defeated, a result that truly caught everyone by surprise. After all, he was once among the top ten Saint Heirs.

Even though he had secluded himself on Earth for a millennium, he remained exceptionally talented. How could he lose to others so easily?

The impersonator wanted to turn around and escape but was caught by Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu already knew who this person was—just someone with late-stage Void Breaking strength, unable to make even a splash in his hands.

"You... you... what are you planning to do? You can’t kill me..." Ye Qiu held the impostor, allowing him to struggle.

Ye Qiu wore a smile on his face. With a quick flick of his finger, the impostor became immobile, sealed from all movements by Ye Qiu.

Then, in front of everyone, Ye Qiu revealed the impostor’s true face, unveiling his real identity.

Zhou Quan.

Sure enough, it was him. Ye Qiu looked at the genuine face and laughed. No wonder the impostor was parading under his name; it turned out he had a vendetta against him.

Back in the Turquoise Pool Sanctuary, this fellow wanted him to be his underling, but Ye Qiu refused. Unexpectedly, this guy developed a grudge against him.

Ever since Zhou Quan’s identity was exposed by Yang Ce, the Saint Heir of Mother Mountain suddenly appeared. Was it really such a coincidence?

Ye Qiu thought otherwise. This matter, it must have been a scheme between the Saint Heir of Mother Mountain and Zhou Quan, specifically to tarnish his reputation.

"The Saint Heir of Mother Mountain you speak of is still in the water. Do you think he can still protect you?" Ye Qiu scrutinized Zhou Quan, just a small fry. If he continued deceiving, who knows what trouble he might cause.

It seems small characters cannot be underestimated, especially those with a grudge.

Otherwise, being overturned in a ditch isn’t impossible.

"Today, you used my name to deceive others, tarnishing the reputation of the Pill Tower. I, Ye Fentian, am not one to kill easily. I’ll spare you the death penalty but not punishment." Ye Qiu said calmly, suddenly striking Zhou Quan’s dantian with his palm. His complexion changed instantly, turning ashen.

"My power... my power..." Zhou Quan felt his strength rapidly dissipating, unable to accept it. For a Martial Artist, this was more unbearable than death.

The crowd was shocked by Ye Qiu’s methods.

Without a doubt, this method changed some people’s impressions of Ye Qiu.

"Such a harsh method, not killing but more daunting than killing."

"From now on, nobody will dare impersonate him lightly."

"I believe he is defending the reputation of the Pill Tower. After all, someone impersonated an elder of the Pill Tower; it’s fortunate nothing major happened, or the Pill Tower’s face would be sullied."

The crowd’s opinions varied on Ye Qiu’s actions, but regardless, his strategy of warning others by punishing one had indeed intimidated many.

Even Luo Yao and Wan’er’s eyes were full of admiration.

"Ye Fentian..."

The Saint Heir of Mother Mountain, drenched in water, appeared behind Ye Qiu. At this moment, he looked extremely disheveled, witnessing Zhou Quan’s dantian destroyed by Ye Qiu, appearing somewhat mad, with a face unusually cold.

He lost to Ye Qiu, and now his subordinate’s dantian is destroyed publicly by Ye Qiu, akin to multiple slaps across his face.

"Seeking revenge?" Ye Qiu smiled, slowly turning, "I, Ye Fentian, welcome your revenge anytime, anywhere. Of course, if you think you’re no match for me, you can seek the powerful figures behind your sect."

"Ye Fentian, don’t be complacent. One day, I will use my strength to make you kneel before me." The Saint Heir of Mother Mountain left a harsh remark and turned away, leaving Zhou Quan, now a wastrel, fit only to be discarded as a pawn.

The crowd cleared a path for the Saint Heir of Mother Mountain. Ye Qiu was not afraid of him, but they were intimidated. Anyone who provoked him at this juncture would definitely be remembered with resentment.

Yang Ce’s gaze at Ye Qiu was very complex. From Ye Qiu’s appearance to the Saint Heir’s departure with a dark face, it all happened in a flash.

Ye Qiu relied on his martial prowess to defeat the Saint Heir, astonishing everyone, including Yang Ce. Ye Qiu’s alchemical talents aside, his martial ability now eclipsed Yang Ce significantly, showing no fear of the Saint Heir, crippling his underling’s dantian on the spot.

Yang Ce only then realized the gap between him and Ye Qiu wasn’t small. Reflecting on his own jealousy felt foolish, being resentful that Ye Qiu was the first to ascend the Turquoise Pool Celestial Platform, and for standing against Yuan Dao Saint Heir for the loose cultivators. Yang Ce hated these things, feeling Ye Qiu always stole the limelight.

But now, his perspective changed. He realized that envying someone unattainable was truly silly.

Why would he seek such unhappiness?

Yang Ce suddenly felt relieved, after a deep breath, he approached Ye Qiu, saying, "Thank you."

Ye Qiu smiled, "All cleared."

Yang Ce was slightly taken aback, then nodded, "Yes, all cleared." He understood Ye Qiu meant settling scores, as Ye Qiu vented against the Saint Heir for him and he unveiled the impostor for Ye Qiu.

"Pill Master Ye, our lady invites you to the pavilion." At this moment, Luo Yao’s two maids stood before Ye Qiu, inviting him.

This was distinctly different from when they invited the impostor; previously, there was a hint of threat, but now it was absent, replaced by respect in their eyes.

This was undoubtedly related to Ye Qiu’s defeat of the Saint Heir.

Ye Qiu smiled, "Alright."

...

Ye Qiu conversed and laughed with Luo Yao and Wan’er in the pavilion, drawing envy from many. Yet, realizing their gap with Ye Qiu, they could only sigh, such treatment wasn’t for everyone.

Finally, Ye Qiu bid farewell to the two ladies and left the pavilion.

But at this moment, a problem lingered in Ye Qiu’s mind, concerning the girl named Wan’er.

For some reason, Ye Qiu felt although she resembled Tang Surou greatly, she gave him a strange feeling, like two souls inhabiting one shell.

It slightly deviated from his memory of Tang Surou.

Yet, through their recent conversation and eye contact, Ye Qiu discovered she seemed to know him, a very peculiar sensation.

"Pill Master Ye, wait for me..."

Ye Qiu had barely taken a few steps when he noticed Wan’er calling him from behind.

Ye Qiu halted, setting aside his thoughts. What did Wan’er intend to do?

Would she openly admit to being Tang Surou, knowing Ye Fentian was Ye Qiu?

Ye Qiu could not confirm.