Chapter 984: Why Do You Value Him So Much

Yi Feng sighed helplessly.

"Being a Half-Saint isn't that great either. If I really think about it, life was much more comfortable in the past."

Back then.

Yi Feng had no cultivation.

Every day, he just worried about the affairs of the martial arts school. When he had free time, he could drink tea with friends, occasionally hunt some game to improve his meals, and live a leisurely life. It was so comfortable.

At that time, he envied those who cultivated immortality.

But later, after gaining cultivation, he became busy completing various system tasks.

He rarely had the chance to be so carefree again.

Recently.

He had been busy with his quest for death, trying countless methods along the way, but none of them had any effect.

The road ahead was long.

Unconsciously.

Yi Feng really missed the past.

At the very least.

Even if he wasn't as carefree as a mortal, back in Pingjiang City, finding death was a matter of minutes.

Any terrifying Martial Spirit expert could come along.

With just a finger poke, he could have realized his dream.

But now.

Half-Saint!

This level of cultivation was decent.

Perhaps many people would envy him.

But others wouldn't understand the bitterness in Yi Feng's heart. Now, the difficulty of finding death had increased countless times. Except for a Saint, no one could fulfill his wish.

As he spoke.

Yi Feng's eyes were filled with emotion, and a longing light gradually appeared.

Seeing that expression.

Bai Piaopiao was stunned...

She thought Yi Feng had encountered some difficulty, which was why he suddenly sighed, and she was prepared to help as much as she could.

But she didn't expect.

Yi Feng was actually reminiscing about the past.

This kind of state...

Most people dream of cultivating immortality and pursuing the path of eternal life. Thousands of years pass in the blink of an eye, and only those with a firm Dao heart can step onto the path of immortality.

Countless talented individuals have forgotten everything for the sake of immortality, even forgetting their original intentions and past.

In the end.

Most of them perish, and it all comes to nothing.

But this Young Master Yi.

With extraordinary talent, he achieved the Half-Saint level in just a few years, yet he didn't care about it at all. Instead, he still missed the past.

His original heart remained unchanged...

This kind of mindset is extremely precious for a cultivator.

Even among Saints.

Few can compare to him.

Bai Piaopiao quietly gazed at Yi Feng.

Her heart raced, unable to remain calm as usual.

After watching for a long time.

That face she hadn't seen in years seemed especially pleasing to the eye. After hearing his words, Bai Piaopiao became even more admiring, even feeling a bit inferior.

Only he could remain so calm.

Yi Feng.

He was always that talented and warm-hearted man, never changing.

Just like herself.

No matter how her cultivation or circumstances changed, she remained the same.

The more she looked, the more joy she felt in her heart.

Even sitting in silence, it was better than a thousand words.

Bai Piaopiao's eyes grew even more tender, completely forgetting everything around her. Even her Dao comprehension quietly dissipated, unnoticed...

That deeper and more profound aura spread around like threads.

Wherever it passed.

Flowers quietly bloomed, and everything seemed like spring!

Watching all this, Su Jie, holding her sword, was stunned.

Why...

Why did Bai Piaopiao's Dao comprehension deepen again?

Subtly.

It even seemed to rival her own supreme sword Dao comprehension, indescribable but clearly a step further!

All this.

Just from a few words, the change was so great.

Su Jie's clear eyes grew even more serious as she watched.

But seeing the two still sitting quietly, chatting and laughing softly.

She was completely at a loss...

As a once-in-a-millennium immortal cultivator, already a Saint, she still couldn't grasp the truth behind all this.

The Dao of love.

Seemed mysterious and profound beyond words!

Quietly observing.

Bai Piaopiao was still sitting and chatting, her gentle smile something she hadn't shown in years. Her entire being radiated a different aura, her gaze fixed only on Yi Feng.

As if.

Everything around her, even the heavens and earth, paled in comparison to that man.

This level of importance.

Su Jie found it increasingly hard to understand!

In her eyes.

Although Yi Feng's cultivation was decent, being a Half-Saint, and his appearance and demeanor were acceptable, he had no other outstanding qualities.

Half-Saint.

After all, was just Half-Saint.

That half-step difference was like heaven and earth, perhaps impossible to bridge in a lifetime, or even grow wider!

Over the millennia.

Su Jie had seen countless so-called geniuses.

Most of them stopped at this level.

As the strongest Saint, the title of Undefeated Sword Saint was not for nothing. With monstrous talent and relentless cultivation, she had achieved her current level.

Her standards were naturally high, and she never paid much attention to Half-Saints.

At least.

Only Saints could catch her eye.

Now, seeing her friend so focused on Yi Feng, Su Jie couldn't understand.

Even with the benefits of Dao comprehension.

Yi Feng was just too ordinary.

Except for that slight display of literary talent earlier, he had no other strengths. Such people, while not exactly common, were still far from Saints.

Definitely not on the same level.

But strangely.

Bai Piaopiao was so deeply attached to this man.

Seeing her friend almost spellbound, yet her aura remained steady.

That state.

Was very strange!

Su Jie was even more confused.

It seemed she had encountered the biggest puzzle since she began her immortal journey!

Her curious eyes fixed intently...

After who knows how long.

Yi Feng seemed a bit tired.

Bai Piaopiao finally calmed down a bit.

She instructed the servants to treat Yi Feng as an honored guest and let him rest.

Watching his retreating figure.

Bai Piaopiao gazed intently, her clear eyes filled with tender affection.

"Stop looking, he's already gone."

A soft voice sounded.

Bai Piaopiao was startled.

Only then did she notice that Su Jie was already standing beside her, holding her sword and looking at her with confusion.

Seeing her friend's gaze.

Bai Piaopiao's eyes flickered slightly, and she used the act of pouring tea to cover her fluster and shyness.

"Sorry..."

"Reuniting with an old friend after so long, I got carried away..."

Before she could finish.

Su Jie, who had waited for two hours, could no longer contain her curiosity.

She interrupted first!

"Just why do you value him so much? It seems like you're almost obsessed."

Huh?

Obsessed?

Is it that obvious...

The question was too direct, and Bai Piaopiao was also stunned.

Even if it was a friend asking.

About such matters...

She still felt a bit shy and found it hard to explain.

Seeing Su Jie's serious expression and the deep confusion in her eyes, clearly just pure curiosity, Bai Piaopiao felt a little less embarrassed.

For this cultivation genius, she couldn't explain it clearly in a short time.

But being asked about Yi Feng.

Bai Piaopiao's eyes grew even more tender.

Seeing her strange demeanor, Su Jie became even more serious.

"His cultivation is ordinary, just a Half-Saint. His literary talent is average, and there are countless people better than him. What exactly do you value in him?"

Faced with the even more serious question.

Bai Piaopiao no longer avoided it, just smiled softly.

"I don't value these external things. You wouldn't understand."

Wouldn't understand?!

Su Jie was stunned. There was nothing she didn't understand.

But now.

She was truly baffled...

For a moment, she didn't know how to argue.

Watching.

Bai Piaopiao had already walked alone to the stone table, grinding ink and picking up a brush, like an ordinary person.

Soon.

Delicate handwriting appeared on the paper, and she softly murmured with a smile in her eyes.

"Seeking immortality with a heart for eternal life, flying through the clouds and immortal realms. Divine mountains and immortal lands welcome friends, dreams of long streets and familiar faces..."

Seeing her almost entranced state.

Su Jie frowned slightly.

Was she really obsessed?

Secretly probing, she found her friend's condition normal, and the faint Dao aura around her was even stronger, almost surpassing her own.

Su Jie stood still.

Completely dumbfounded.

After a moment of contemplation.

The Undefeated Sword Saint left, retreating to her quiet room to meditate and cultivate...