“Who? He’s my junior brother!” The disciple known as Chen Shidi looked a bit dazed as he replied, still trying to process the situation.

The son of destiny perched in the tree furrowed his brow and pressed on with a firm tone, “I asked you, who is he?”

“Who else could he be? He’s a junior brother from Feng Ling Sect! I’ve seen him in the sect!” Chen Shidi remained bewildered, turning to Bai Feng, “Junior brother, you’d better explain this to the senior brother!”

“No need,” Bai Feng waved his hand dismissively, looking up at the son of destiny in the tree with a smile, “Do you want me to reintroduce myself?”

“Ha, no need for that. Even if you covered your face, I’d still recognize you, Bai Feng!” The son of destiny narrowed his eyes, “I really didn’t expect you to dare come in here alone. I’m starting to admire your courage, but I wonder if your strength can match it.”

“W-What! You’re Bai Feng!”

Chen Shidi’s eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed.

“...Why does it feel like I’m in some urban drama?” Bai Feng’s lips twitched, struggling to maintain his composure. He turned back to the son of destiny, “Are you so sure you can take me down?”

“Ha, your little tricks won’t work on me! Relying on such methods to recklessly barge into our formation, I’m starting to suspect you’re just a con artist who tricked Sister Su into thinking you’re a formation genius.”

The son of destiny emphasized Sister Su’s name, his tone noticeably heavier.

He raised his hand, and the surrounding formation began to activate. “You can just regret your actions in the formation for now!”

Facing the pressure of the formation, Bai Feng remained unfazed. “When did you start believing you weren’t caught in my illusion?”

“What?”

As the son of destiny stared in disbelief, Bai Feng transformed into a pile of bamboo leaves and vanished before everyone’s eyes.

He quickly scanned the area, but no matter how he searched or used his spiritual sense, he couldn’t find Bai Feng’s figure.

Then he hurriedly activated the formation, trying to cover the entire area, but at that moment, he realized he could no longer control it.

His calm demeanor shattered, and he clenched his fists, striking a nearby tree stump. “How is this possible?!”

His expression darkened: Had someone sabotaged the formation from the shadows? Or was he still trapped in an illusion?

Meanwhile, Bai Feng had seized partial control of the formation, effortlessly weaving through the Feng Ling Sect’s camp.

However, due to the short time he had, he didn’t take full control of the entire formation, just a portion, but that was enough.

“Oh? Ye Tang is here!”

Bai Feng halted, his brow slightly furrowed as he sensed something off about the aura surrounding this person.

Moreover, Ye Tang was accompanied by a Yuan Ying stage demon beast—no, it was a shell!

Chapter 59: The Son of Destiny Unable to Distinguish Illusion from Reality

The demon beast stood about twice the height of a person, its grayish-white fur concealing solid muscles. It had two long ears like a rabbit, but sharp fangs dripped saliva onto the ground.

Yet, this demon beast’s eyes were vacant, and Bai Feng couldn’t detect any spiritual sense from it, as if it were a puppet controlled by someone, rendering it immune to his influence.

He shifted his gaze to where the disciples of Tian Jian Sect were trapped, where two Yuan Ying stage demon beasts were locked in fierce combat with them.

One was a black giant python, and the other a silver-backed gorilla, both devoid of spiritual sense, just like the rabbit-eared demon beast.

However, because of this, the two demon beasts could only rely on their physical strength, unable to subdue the Tian Jian Sect disciples hiding in the cave.

No, perhaps Ye Tang didn’t intend to directly attack here; otherwise, he would have sent the rabbit-eared demon beast out, and this fragile balance would have shattered.

“I have no choice; I’ll have to continue modifying the Feng Ling Sect’s formation.”

Bai Feng certainly wouldn’t foolishly charge in to confront the son of destiny. Not only was his cultivation level a notch below his opponent’s, but his expertise lay in formations, so he naturally intended to use the formation set up by the Feng Ling Sect disciples against him.

He had to thank the Feng Ling Sect; if it weren’t for the formation they laid down, he wouldn’t dare act alone.

With this formation capable of trapping Yuan Ying stage beings, he was confident he could take down Ye Tang, even if he went berserk.

If Ye Tang were to use conventional methods against him, he might not go too far, but unfortunately, this person was clearly a selfish son of destiny with no bottom line.

Thus, even for the sake of a peaceful future, he had to eliminate Ye Tang.

He didn’t want to be filled with luck points by the system just to survive, and now that his survival was threatened, with the means to eliminate that threat at hand, he naturally had to act.

Bai Feng swallowed a pill and continued to devour the formation laid down by the Feng Ling Sect, modifying it as he went.

If an ordinary formation master were present, they would surely be left speechless by Bai Feng’s actions.

After all, once a formation is established, modifying even a small function requires utmost caution; how could anyone dare to make such sweeping changes?

But what seemed impossible became feasible under the enhancement of the Divine Refinement Technique and Yin-Yang Patterns.

Meanwhile, the son of destiny from Feng Ling Sect was still searching for Bai Feng’s whereabouts.

However, this time, as he glanced at the others, suspicion crept into his gaze. “Have you figured it out? Why has the formation malfunctioned? Was it sabotaged?”

“N-No…” One disciple, still wearing an expression of disbelief, stammered, “Part of the control was seized, but that’s impossible!”

“An illusion? Or is this real?”

The son of destiny fell silent, struggling to believe that someone could seize part of the control right under his nose. How was this even possible?

“B-Brother, it’s bad!” At that moment, a disciple rushed over, panic evident in his voice. “Our formation is being modified, and our people trying to enter to stop it have lost contact!”

The son of destiny turned to glare at the disciple, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Ha! Is this your trick? Such an absurd illusion, I can’t believe you thought of it! I’m starting to suspect you’re just a con artist posing as a formation genius! Stop hiding! Come out!”

The two disciples beside him exchanged glances, their faces a mix of confusion and fear.

“What’s wrong with the senior brother?”

“I-I don’t know; he was fine just a moment ago!”

“Could it be that he’s gone mad from the shock?”

…

[Beep, detected that Yu Ping’an has been thoroughly toyed with by the host, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality for a short time. Rewarding the host with 100 luck points, spiritual power +10.]

Bai Feng glanced at the system notification, his expression unchanged as he continued modifying the formation.

“Almost there, activate the formation!”

Bai Feng clapped his hands, and the formation behind him surged into action. Stone walls rose rapidly, and trees grew and extended, closing in on Ye Tang.

“Who?”

Ye Tang suddenly opened his eyes, gripping his halberd tightly as he swept it horizontally at the encroaching trees, sending wood chips flying.

In the next moment, he saw the environment around him undergo a dramatic transformation—stone walls rose like a maze, dividing the once flat terrain, while the trees seemed alive, relentlessly reaching for him.

“Feng Ling Sect? No, there shouldn’t be a formation set up here!”

Ye Tang’s eyes darted around, his halberd swinging continuously, shattering the trees that approached.

At the same time, he noticed that the demon beast beside him was ensnared by the trees, being dragged underground, clearly unable to assist him.

“No matter who you are, if you dare provoke me, be prepared to pay the price!”

Ye Tang pulled out several hidden weapons from his storage bag and hurled them at the trees.

The moment the hidden weapons struck the trees, they erupted in violent explosions, flames bursting forth.

In an instant, the trees were ignited.

Yet, even ablaze, the trees didn’t stop; they continued to surge toward Ye Tang, flames licking at their bark.

“Damn it!”

Ye Tang quickly dodged, realizing he had inadvertently dug his own grave; the flaming trees posed a far greater threat than ordinary ones.

He landed on the ground and charged in a direction, even if a stone wall blocked his path, he smashed a large hole through it with his halberd.

But the stone walls seemed endless; he had no idea how long he had been running, yet he still hadn’t escaped their confines.

As time passed, his expression grew numb.

Instinctively swinging his halberd at the approaching trees, he noticed something different this time.

Most of the thick branches shattered under his strikes, but a slender twig shot toward him with greater speed, while spikes suddenly sprouted around him, trapping his feet in the ground and rendering him immobile.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Ye Tang was momentarily stunned.