No one had ever imagined that a single person could possess such immense ability, a fact that had to surprise those who witnessed it. This incident was bound to cause a massive stir. Those who wanted the world to know about this god-like individual would undoubtedly upload the videos online, drawing public attention and forcing the relevant authorities to take notice, especially if this was deemed a UFO event.
This would undoubtedly pique the interest of UFO enthusiasts, making them desperate to understand what had transpired. After all, human curiosity is insatiable; the more incredible something seems, the more one desires to uncover its secrets.
"I say, little brother, the way you drive is simply extraordinary, almost alien-like."
"You must keep this a secret for me. I don't want it getting out."
The taxi driver found it utterly incomprehensible. He couldn't fathom Ye Tiancheng's mindset. Most people would go to any lengths to achieve fame, yet he seemed to shun it. Of course, Ye Tiancheng had his reasons. Becoming too famous could attract unwanted attention, leading to endless trouble. It was akin to the saying, "People fear fame as pigs fear fattening." Being too clever could mean widespread acclaim, but also widespread ruin.
"I just want to live a normal life. Being too clever will bring endless trouble, and that's not something I want to experience. Such a situation would be a source of great distress for me, perhaps an indelible stain." The taxi driver couldn't understand his perspective. If he had such an opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it slip away. Fame invariably brought fortune; where there was fame, profit followed. It was a symbiotic relationship. Generally, famous people garnered endless benefits. If you had money, you gained fame; if you had fame, you gained money. The taxi driver, being a practical man who navigated society daily, understood the intricate relationship between fame and fortune very clearly. However, at this moment, they had no common ground. Ye Tiancheng and he were simply not on the same level, rendering further conversation pointless.
"Perhaps for you, fame signifies talent. But for me, such things are unnecessary. As the saying goes, people fear fame as pigs fear fattening. Many individuals, precisely because they are too clever, fall prey to those who exploit their weaknesses. It's impossible to walk through this world without leaving behind some trace of darkness. Once these traces are left, one becomes the target of everyone's criticism. I too often fall short and worry about leaving such marks. This is something I deeply fear. I hope you can understand my thoughts after hearing all this." Ye Tiancheng didn't conceal his inner thoughts but laid them bare. The taxi driver finally grasped his true feelings.
Under these circumstances, the taxi driver naturally remembered Ye Tiancheng's words and dared not act rashly. Even if a person didn't consider the interests of others, they would at least consider their own. Someone who could drive a car like an airplane was undoubtedly a god-like existence. And such a god-like existence would, in every aspect, exert immense pressure on him, making his power truly terrifying.
In the face of such power, any other force seemed utterly insignificant.
It was precisely this reason that made things increasingly difficult. As time wore on, he felt as though destiny was stretching infinitely before him. With the passage of time and his own earnest efforts, everything began to change. Soon, he arrived at the hotel entrance. Little Fatty was waiting for him. Upon seeing him emerge from the taxi, he was astonished. Given the traffic accident ahead, his arrival seemed impossible. It was utterly bizarre. After paying several times the usual fare, Ye Tiancheng alighted. He gave the taxi driver a meaningful glance. The taxi driver understood and solemnly declared, "I will certainly keep my promise. With your driving skills, a small ant like me is at your mercy. I'm not that foolish..."
"You understand."
Seeing that the taxi driver grasped his meaning, Ye Tiancheng said no more. Indeed, power was everything. Those with ability could easily overcome the crises they encountered.
In such a situation, the taxi driver was wise enough not to antagonize such a formidable individual. Submitting to the strong was a lesson every weak person had to learn. To offend the strong would inevitably lead to a ruthless demise.
As a driver, he had encountered all sorts of formidable people during his fares. Ye Tiancheng was the most formidable he had ever met, a person who could easily overthrow a small nation.
To ordinary people, someone with such immense capabilities would be considered to possess heaven-defying powers. Therefore, he wasn't foolish enough to be oblivious to the situation and do something utterly idiotic.
"Since you have arrived, sir, please reveal yourself. What kind of conduct is it for those who wish to cause trouble to hide in the shadows?" Ye Tiancheng, having already detected the presence of Feng family members not far away, spoke towards the hidden location.
The person concealed in the darkness, realizing he had been discovered by Ye Tiancheng, emerged.
This individual was built like a tank, with a face full of disdain and eyes radiating a cold indifference. Perhaps he was a formidable assassin, having killed many. Thus, in the presence of someone as ferocious as Ye Tiancheng, he showed no trace of apprehension. Seeing the man's demeanor, Ye Tiancheng couldn't help but smile.
"It seems you are well aware that some things cannot be escaped, no matter how hard you try. The best approach is to face them directly." Ye Tiancheng, unfazed by the man radiating killing intent, was himself a formidable individual. He was not intimidated by the pressure the other man exerted. This powerful individual's name was Feng Sha.
Feng Sha had been cultivating in a secret realm. The Feng family possessed a remarkable pocket dimension, a fact unknown to outsiders.
The Feng family had always easily dealt with their enemies, never needing to summon disciples from their secret realm. However, encountering a master like Ye Tiancheng had compelled them to summon Feng Sha.
"You are Ye Tiancheng, aren't you? The aura of sweat on your body suggests you are a powerful cultivator. But before me, you are nothing. You will soon become a poet, and your existence will hold no meaning. Therefore, I wish to tell you one thing: slit your own throat to avoid further humiliation." The man spoke with such casualness, as if he already saw Ye Tiancheng not as a living person, but as a corpse.
"What kind of garbage are you, speaking to my boss like that? You guys are finished. Even a hundred of you fools wouldn't be enough for our boss to even chew on."
Little Fatty, unaware that this man was also a cultivator, spoke with immense arrogance, mistaking him for mere trash sent by the Feng family.
Ye Tiancheng, aware of the power emanating from the man, subtly signaled to Little Fatty, hoping he would exercise caution and not escalate the situation. For someone like this, the best course of action was to remain silent rather than spewing endless nonsense. Talking too much before a fight was a sure way to get killed. Masters like them would exchange names, introduce themselves, and then commence battle immediately.
"Despite your claims of being incredibly powerful and impressive, I must inform you of a harsh reality: those who offend our Feng family die. This is because our Feng family possesses a secret realm, and I am a cultivator who trains within it. Seeing the divine artifact on your person, I intend to kill you and seize your belongings. I hope you die with your eyes open, for you, a mere speck of dust, are unworthy of possessing a divine artifact."
This Feng Sha truly thought too highly of himself. He was unaware that his words were akin to those of a fool, and that fools said and did foolish things, ultimately meeting a miserable end.
Ultimately, it was the arrogant who bore the brunt of their fate. Thus, Ye Tiancheng wasted no more words on him. A powerful surge of true qi suddenly appeared in his hand, the combined might of the divine stone.
As expected of a cultivator from the Fengxia Secret Realm, he was greatly alarmed upon witnessing the power Ye Tiancheng exuded. He quickly conjured a barrier, resembling a transparent eggshell, enveloping his entire body. When Ye Tiancheng's power struck, it was deflected by this transparent eggshell, accompanied by a crisp clanging sound.
Little Fatty's jaw dropped in astonishment at this sight. He couldn't believe this man was so powerful that he could effortlessly repel Ye Tiancheng's cultivation.
"So, Little Fatty, you need to be more perceptive in the future and refrain from speaking carelessly, lest you be killed without even knowing why. There are many powerful individuals in this world. You might think I am very powerful, but that's impossible. I must become stronger, much stronger, to survive in this world. Because the stronger you are, the more powerful your enemies will be."
He said these words to make Little Fatty understand.
Never become complacent, for those who are complacent often meet their demise in the near future. Such individuals are destined to become stepping stones on the path of the strong, just as this Feng Sha, whom he had encountered earlier, would become his stepping stone, and would be ruthlessly eliminated by him.
Since both were individuals possessing immense power, their initial encounters often led to fierce clashes. Such battles would only intensify their excitement. As the saying goes, "A thousand cups of wine are not enough for bosom friends; when facing a worthy opponent, powerful desires and fighting spirit are often ignited." Thus, Ye Tiancheng was the aggressor, and the other man was on the defensive. It was a battle to see whose skills were superior; a single misstep could prove fatal.
However, when one's life is on the line, even trash can exhibit an indomitable fighting spirit. Every person who wishes to survive harbors the fundamental desire to live, no matter the cost, even if it's just for one more second. The will to survive drastically boosts their combat power.
Therefore, neither of them dared to relax or let their guard down.
A moment of complacency could cost one's life. This was no child's play, nor was it a game of make-believe, and certainly not a game where one could respawn infinitely. This was a life-or-death gamble where a single misstep meant utter annihilation.
Because it was not a game, these individuals were deeply concerned about the possibility of death, and each was exerting their full strength to preserve themselves.
However, all things have their limits. Once the limit is reached, it becomes impossible to recover. This Feng Sha gradually felt his strength waning, while his opponent seemed to possess inexhaustible power. This power originated from the divine stone attached to him, acting like a perpetual motion machine, endlessly supplying Ye Tiancheng with energy.
The man began to feel overwhelmed, increasingly suppressed by the pressure. All his strength gradually depleted, constantly compressed and siphoned away. Finally, at the straw that broke the camel's back, he spat out a mouthful of blood, then flew backward like a kite with a broken string. After a brief few seconds, he was sent flying, crashing into a tree trunk about the thickness of a bowl, which snapped in half instantly...
It must be said that this Feng Sha was completely annihilated. Even in his dying moments, he couldn't comprehend how his eggshell-like defense, a shield acquired through repeated training, had failed him.
He believed his defensive shield could guarantee his safety, and indeed, it could withstand Ye Tiancheng's attacks. However, he lacked the ability to empower the shield.
As his true qi dwindled, his fate also reached its conclusion.
The news of Feng Sha's swift demise quickly reached Feng Huaiyuan's ears. Feng Huaiyuan was utterly shocked. He hadn't expected Feng Sha, his pride and joy, a cultivator from a secret realm, to be so easily defeated.
"Are you sure this is true? Did I hear correctly?" Feng Huaiyuan looked at the messenger, his eyes wide with disbelief. He simply couldn't believe it, thinking he was dreaming. But when he pinched his thigh, the sharp pain confirmed it wasn't a dream; what he had heard was indeed true. Thus, he appeared terrified and bewildered.
"So, please accept my condolences."
"How can you ask me to remain calm? This was the ace in the hole for our Feng family!"
"We can spend a large sum of money to hire assassins. We must eliminate this fellow, otherwise, we will surely fall into endless darkness in the future. We have already offended him, so we must not let him off. Otherwise, he will become a perpetual threat." Feng Zhongke appeared at this moment and offered his opinion. Hearing his son's words, Feng Huaiyuan mused, "Then do you have any brilliant individuals to recommend, or perhaps you can find such people yourself and bring them to me. Ye Tiancheng's cultivation is unfathomable; we must find someone extremely powerful, someone who can truly move through heaven and earth."
"Don't worry, Father. There are three major mysterious organizations in this world that engage in such business, and they are also cultivators. Each of them exists to seize the treasures of cultivators. As long as I inform them of what Ye Tiancheng possesses, they will undoubtedly flock to this cultivator. From recent observations, Ye Tiancheng must possess divine artifacts, and such items are bound to attract attention."
Upon hearing his son's words, he was overjoyed and eager to inquire about the person who possessed such divine power.
"To be honest, Father, I have already found this organization." He said with immense confidence.
"That's excellent. Then I entrust this matter to you." With that, his heart was filled with extreme confidence.
This extreme confidence, in his father's eyes, was clearly filled with a caring tone. This was the moment he felt most uplifted since being reprimanded by his father.
Therefore, his heart was filled with a sense of anticipation for the future.
This was the most caring tone his father had ever used with him, which made him incredibly happy. He had never experienced such a feeling before, so he felt a bit lightheaded.
At this moment, other disciples of the Feng family wanted to step forward and prove themselves, but it was too late. Feng Zhongke had already taken the initiative, so he who strikes first strikes best.
What this meant for the other disciples was difficult to say.
"Everyone is watching this matter. I hope you face it with utmost seriousness, otherwise, you know very well what your fate will be."
"Of course, I am perfectly clear about that." When he said this, he implicitly understood what it meant.
"If that's the case, then success is imperative, because failure means death." He was acutely aware of this, so words were useless. The only way was to eliminate Ye Tiancheng.
Just as Ye Tiancheng was about to speak with Lin Wan, he suddenly sneezed: "Achoo!"
"Seeing you like this, are you thinking about some other woman?" Before Lin Wan could speak, the girl preempted her.
Ye Tiancheng gave her a deep roll of his eyes, feeling that this girl was truly out of line.
"Oh dear, you're really turning your back on your own kind." She felt that she and Ye Tiancheng should be a family, so why were they speaking like strangers? After experiencing many things, this girl had gradually developed a sense of dependence, making Ye Tiancheng feel a sense of profound understanding.
Whenever something happened to the girl, it was like a gust of wind rustling the grass, affecting him in a different way.
"Because you feel like an evil devil in your heart, you will manifest a devil. If an angel resides in your heart, your thoughts will be angelic." Ye Tiancheng couldn't help but recall his self-help advice and quickly began to impart it to the girl. They weren't three-year-old children, so how could they not know what he was thinking? Both women gave him a look of disdain.