Chapter 272 The Seventeenth Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel

Chapter 272: The Seventeenth Day in a Fantasy Novel

Old Master Zeng pointed a trembling finger at Ceng Wendong's body: "What a tragedy!"

Then, he begged the three experts to take action and resolve this matter, to save their child: "Masters, please, save my poor boy!"

"If you can save my son, the Zeng family will pay you handsomely!"

An Yi couldn't care less, Xie Xuandu just smiled and said nothing, while Gan Feng, driven by the mission rewards and XP, naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

Using the address the fake young master gave them, the three quickly found the inn where the Daoist was staying.

When they pushed open the door, the Daoist was meditating on the bed. Seeing the three barge in, and noticing the Daoist robes on Gan Feng and Xie Xuandu, his expression flickered, but he wasn't overly alarmed, clearly sure of his own strength.

"What fellow Daoist dares to barge into my room?" The Daoist rose, flicking his whisk, spiritual energy swirling around him, looking pretty imposing.

Gan Feng knew this was his "boss fight," so he braced himself and stepped up: "So you're the one using dark magic to hurt people!"

The Daoist thought for a moment, unsure which one he meant—he'd hurt plenty of people with his dark arts.

But in this area, it was probably about that beggar thing getting exposed.

He sneered: "So what! I've never been one for good deeds!"

Gan Feng was momentarily speechless at this shameless remark, then stopped talking, holding a new fire-control talisman, chanting an incantation, he attacked.

The Daoist smiled disdainfully, waved his sleeve, sending a gust of yin wind at Gan Feng, while his whisk lashed out like a viper striking, aiming straight for Gan Feng's vitals.

This Daoist was seriously strong—no wonder he was so cocky.

Even with the system feeding him tips from the sidelines, pointing out openings in the Daoist's moves and spiritual energy flow, the gap in their actual power was just too big. Within moments, he was scrambling, barely dodging, his robe slashed in several places, shallow cuts appearing on him, looking a total mess and about to lose.

(Gan Feng wailed internally: System! I can't take it anymore! Why hasn't the big shot stepped in?! Is this really something I can handle right now?)

(The system replied coolly: Don't you have the lightning talisman?)

(Gan Feng: If I use that, won't it blow up this whole inn?!)

An Yi smirked slightly—this was exactly how it went down in the original novel.

Luckily, even if Gan Feng blew the inn apart, the Zeng family would cover the damages, and no one would get hurt.

By the time they started fighting, everyone else had already bolted.

Xie Xuandu stood off to the side, watching with keen interest, especially when Gan Feng scrambled to dodge—the delight in his eyes only grew.

He even casually smoothed his cuff, which didn't have a single wrinkle.

An Yi watched Gan Feng about to collapse and shook his head slightly—too pitiful.

Just as the Daoist forced Gan Feng back with one move, looking smug and ready to press the attack for a killing blow, An Yi slightly raised his hand.

Space Lock. Space Prison.

These were new skills he'd figured out after his power breakthrough.

Space Lock let him cut off a chunk of space from the rest, forming a cage.

Space Prison let him freeze the space around a target, locking them in place—kind of like a stun, but it worked on anything, not just people.

Silently, the space around the Daoist froze solid in an instant. His smug smile froze as he found himself stuck in a thick, sticky quagmire, unable to move at all, his spiritual energy completely locked down, as if bound by invisible chains.

His whole body was frozen stiff—he couldn't even move his eyeballs, his face stuck in that smug look.

For the first time, his eyes showed shock and disbelief!

What kind of godly power is this?!

How is this possible?!

Gan Feng seized the chance—how could he pass that up?

The big shot finally made his move!

He roared, gathering his last bit of strength, pouring everything into a system-boosted demon-breaking nail, and hurled it hard at the Daoist's chest, who was still frozen in place!

"Thud!"

The nail sank clean into the Daoist's body. The Daoist let out a muffled grunt, his aura instantly wilting, and the space prison's hold faded with it. He slumped to the ground, his eyes full of resentment and fear.

Gan Feng, panting hard, rushed in to land the finishing blow, ending the Daoist for good.

A system ping for mission complete and rewards sounded in his head, putting his mind at ease.

His eyes lit up as he turned to An Yi, about to drop to his knees, but An Yi stopped him: "No kneeling, no taking disciples."

Gan Feng's knees, already bending, straightened back up—what a shame.

Xie Xuandu stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the Daoist's corpse before landing on An Yi. His smiling phoenix eyes showed pure, undisguised amazement.

That invisible, overbearing power of imprisonment just now had even made him feel a flicker of unease.

As expected of An Yi—truly amazing.

Gan Feng searched the Daoist's body and found a cultivation manual and a booklet called "Miscellaneous Records of Esoteric Arts."

A quick flip through showed the cultivation manual was mediocre—none of the three were interested. Gan Feng had the system's custom-made methods, Xie Xuandu's own techniques were way better, and An Yi's mental cultivation was from a whole different system that suited him better.

Seeing no one was interested, An Yi casually tossed the manual into his space.

As for the "Miscellaneous Records of Esoteric Arts," it was pretty interesting—full of obscure, weird, and even sinister techniques. The "Soul-Swap Heart Exchange" technique was right there in the list.

An Yi flipped through a few pages, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

Such clever uses of techniques were genuinely fascinating.

Gan Feng watched from the side, eyes full of longing. He really wanted that esoteric arts book too, but didn't dare ask for it.

An Yi noticed his eager look, glanced at him, said nothing, and just handed the book over.

Gan Feng froze for a second, then, flattered, took it with both hands, thanking him over and over: "Thanks, Senior!"

He immediately linked with the system, spent a bit of energy to copy the whole book into the system database, then handed the original back to An Yi.

An Yi chuckled and didn't refuse.

Xie Xuandu watched An Yi, the smile at the corners of his lips deepening. He suddenly spoke, his voice soft: "An Yi, you seem pretty into these clever techniques?"

An Yi took the book, casually stashed it, and gave a faint smile: "Mm, there's some real cleverness to it—pretty intriguing."

Xie Xuandu's eyes flashed with a glint of interest upon hearing this, and he smiled, "What a coincidence. In my spare time, I've also collected some similar ancient texts and fragments, including some lost and fascinating techniques. If you're interested, I'll hand them all over to you in a bit."

An Yi glanced at him, genuinely intrigued, "What do you want in return? I'll swap with you—just let me copy the books."

"Nothing." Xie Xuandu paused, then corrected himself, "No, actually, I do want something."

"I want you to journey with me."

An Yi chuckled, "Didn't you already tag along on your own?"

Xie Xuandu smirked, "That's not the same thing. Besides, I nearly lost your trail several times these past months."

Gan Feng listened from the side, speechless.

Maybe he shouldn't be here.

Heh, gay.

But not him—he's a proud straight man.